Better When You’re Smiling
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Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: You’re a prefect of the Gryffindor house and you and Remus became friends like that and you slowly started liking him. You find out he’s a werewolf and the cliches happen. pls forgive me
Warning(s): I wrote this at 12 am forgive my sucky writing! none, maybe some swearing, Remus self-deprecating, werewolf scars (is that a trigger?), bad writing, Also I will write (D/S) before sentences that describe blushing for those who are dark skinned and cannot blush, and for other details. And I’ll try to make my fics as gender neutral as possible but if there is some specification of the gender, I’ll warn ya.
A/N: Ask me for a specific fic for yourself and I’ll message you.
Being a prefect was hard. Especially a Gryffindor prefect because there were these four specific boys who decided to make as much trouble as possible and since you were a fair person, you would not let it slide. Sometimes one of these quote unquote Marauders was also a prefect and he also got caught sometimes.
This was not easy either. Because, although, you wouldn’t tell Professor Mcgonagall and have his badge taken away, you still took points from your own house.
This is why you wanted to be a Ravenclaw.
This is also why having feelings sucked.
See here, you had a crush on him. That was the only way to put it and there was no beating around the bush there. But Mr. Oh So Very Oblivious Lupin didn’t know. He only made it worse with his stupid hair and idiotically adorable face. He probably did not even like you in that way. Just as study buddies probably (she has no idea of what’s coming, lol).
Speaking of his idiotically adorable face, you were still confused as to why he had his scars. You did not mind them but you were still curious. You had always thought that it was because of some accident or something that happened when he was younger but now, every month he comes to the Great Hall with even more.
It couldn’t be because he has abusive parents because he ends up getting them while at school. It was still a bewildering mystery to you.
Of course, you had asked him. Although, in the beginning you thought that it would be rude but after some time you had asked him.
He had, unfortunately, ignored your question completely and very quickly changed the topic to Herbology homework. You had first dismissed it, thinking that he probably didn’t hear you and waited until he finished his rant about Mandrakes. Once he did you asked him again and he did the same thing again but this time making an excuse about meeting James, Sirius and Peter in the library.
‘Odd’ was your first thought.
But if he did not want to tell you, then you would not pressure him into telling you. If he wanted to tell you then he would. Just might take some time.
You were doing your rounds with Remus again. You know that you should let it rest but your curiosity was getting the better of you. Asking him one more time wouldn’t hurt, right?
For some reason, asking him again felt harder than the other two times. But you were a Gryffindor, for Godric’s sake! You were supposed to be braver. So, with a deep breath, you reached out to touch his arm to get his attention. He turned to you with a sleepy smile.
‘Yeah?’ he asked.
‘Um… Okay… so, I was wondering… why do you have these scars?’ you asked timidly.
His smile slowly faded and he looked somewhat forlorn.
‘I… I’ll tell you some other time…’
Of course. You should stop. He was getting irritated. Trying to make everything less awkward, you quickly changed the topic.
‘So, has James been driving you lot insane with the Quidditch match that’s coming ‘round?’ He smiled again.
At least he was smiling.
It had been days now, since the night you asked him. You were now both curious and concerned. Very concerned. There was always sometime during the month where he would not come to school, like some very intense form of a male period or something, and when he would show up, he would look gaunt, and more tired than usual.
And he would wear long sleeved clothes during hot weathers.
Remus John Lupin was haunting your thoughts and you really wanted to know why he had his scars and whether he was still hurt. Asking James Potter and Sirius Black had been fruitless. Hell, you even asked Peter Pettigrew! But they all said the same things. Remus just doesn’t feel well.
It was another day where Remus came into the hall, looking very gloomy. His eyes swept over the sea of students and when they landed on you, his chocolate colored eyes became lively again. You’re heart raced slightly when he smiled, and you waved shyly at him.
You had prefect rounds with him tonight so you decided to ask him whether he would be there because this would not be the first time he wouldn’t show up for rounds. It’s also always on nights when he looks sick and gaunt. It only adds to your suspicion that increases every time you see him. But you still would not jump to conclusions.
You gathered your books and moved over to where he and the rest of the Marauders were sitting, and plopped down next to him and Sirius.
‘Morning, lads!’ you said cheerily.
‘Morning,’ grumbled Sirius, Remus wasn’t joking when he said that he wasn’t a morning person. James waved at you and resumed his conversation with Peter about dragon hide Quidditch gloves. You turned to Remus and smiled. He thought you were adorable.
But Remus, being Remus, thought that no one would love him so he hid his feelings as much as he wanted to tell you. It was no lie that you were beautiful but he also liked—he daresay loves—the little things. The way your eyes brighten up when you talked about something you love could brighten up anyone’s day. You would furrow your brow and bite your lip when you were frustrated or confused. And the way you would get flustered at the smallest of compliments made his day.
Your voice made him snap out of his train of thoughts and he realized that he was staring at you for sometime now.
‘Hey, Remus, are you gonna be there for the rounds tonight?’
James snickers and even Sirius looks happier.
‘Oh. Uh— I… I can’t be there tonight…’
You’re smile dropped slightly but you made sure that you didn’t look too disappointed.
‘Uh…Why not?’
‘I… have to do something tonight. I’ll see you later or tomorrow,’ he gave you a small smile. You returned it and put your hand on his arm, squeezing it affectionately.
‘Get well soon.’
You had left the Great Hall before you heard what Peter had said.
‘You are in love!’
The next day, Remus did not even show up at the Great Hall. You had decided to actually be a Gryffindor and tell him about your feelings. And you were also sick of him not telling you why he wouldn’t come to class or tell you where he got his scars from, so you made up your mind and went after him. Where exactly were you going, you had no idea. But you were bound to get someone to tell you where Remus was.
Since none of the other Marauders were in the Hall either, you went to the first person you could think of who might’ve known where Remus was. Professor Mcgonagall, of course.
And ,conveniently, she walked into the Great Hall at that very moment. So you dashed towards her, nearly running into the poor woman and stopped in front of her, trying to catch your breath.
‘Pro—professor, I had to ask you… Do you know where Remus Lupin is?’ you asked, desperately.
‘Ah—I do, actually. Mr. Lupin is in the Hospital—’ but before she could finish, you had already gone out of the Hall.
You rushed into the Hospital Wing and threw the doors open. Madam Pomfrey threw you a glare but you ignored it. Your eyes swept around the place and they landed on the top of Remus’ head. You ran over to him and he looked absolutely surprised. But before he could say anything, you pressed your lips to his and whispered.
‘I know you’re a werewolf, Remus. But that really doesn’t matter.’
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