#platonic!wolfstar

Y/N had always considered Remus Lupin to be one of her closest friends at Hogwarts. Their friendship had blossomed over years of late-night study sessions, shared laughter over ridiculous inside jokes, and quiet walks around the castle grounds. But lately, something had shifted. The comfortable camaraderie they’d always shared suddenly felt… different. At least, it did on her end.

It all started with one lingering touch.

It wasn’t anything overly flirtatious—just Remus gently brushing her arm when handing her a book during their usual spot in the library. But the moment his fingers grazed her skin, a spark had ignited inside her, leaving her breathless and painfully aware of just how close he had been. Since that moment, she couldn’t stop thinking about him—about the warmth of his hand, the way his brown eyes glinted when he smiled, how she felt safe and seen whenever they were together. It was maddening.

And now, Y/N was pacing back and forth in the Gryffindor common room, her hands tangled in her hair as she vented to her best friend, Lily Evans.

"I can't stop thinking about him, Lily!" Y/N exclaimed, nearly knocking over a cup of tea in her haste. "Remus! And it’s driving me insane. I mean, what was that touch? That touch—it was nothing, but everything, you know? I swear, I’ve never been this pathetic over a guy before."

Lily raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She had been watching the two of them for a while now, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that there was more between Y/N and Remus than either of them realized. She set her tea cup down, a mischievous glint in her green eyes.

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," Lily said with a knowing tone, crossing her arms. "I’ve seen the way you look at him when you think no one’s watching."

Y/N groaned, flopping onto the couch dramatically. "This is ridiculous! He’s my friend. My good friend. And now every time he’s near me, I’m… I don’t know, melting like some kind of love-struck idiot."

Lily laughed softly. "Well, it sounds to me like someone needs a little nudge. What are you waiting for? A grand confession from him?" She paused thoughtfully before her eyes lit up with a spark of inspiration. "Wait, I have an idea."

Y/N sat up, her eyes wide. "What? What idea?"

Lily leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice as if they were planning the most intricate plot in wizarding history. "You want Remus? I’ll help you get him. But we need to make a plan. A plan where he realizes just how amazing you are."

Y/N blinked, slightly stunned by the sudden shift. "Wait, are you seriously going to help me? You, the one who always says I should wait for things to happen naturally?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Lily said with a wink. "Plus, you’re clearly head over heels, and you’ve been too busy staring at him to actually do something about it. Leave it to me. I’ll get the Marauders involved. They owe me a favor anyway."

Over the next few days, Lily set her plan into motion, gathering the Marauders for an impromptu meeting in the common room. Y/N had no idea what was going on, but she was already feeling the heat of anticipation in her chest. The Marauders—James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus—had always been close to her, but now that her feelings for Remus were growing, the thought of being around all of them was starting to make her feel a little self-conscious.

One evening, while they were all sitting by the fire in the common room, Lily subtly nudged her toward Remus. He was sitting on the other side of the room, a book in his lap, looking so effortlessly handsome that Y/N could barely keep her focus.

"You know what I think?" Lily whispered, leaning closer. "I think you should go over there. Sit next to him. Get a little closer. Let him see just how much you’ve been avoiding him."

Y/N’s eyes widened. "You want me to just… sit next to him?"

"Yep. And don’t be all nervous about it. Just be yourself." Lily gave her a sly smile. "And I’ll take care of the rest."

Lily’s plan was set into motion the very next evening. As Y/N walked into the common room, she found Remus lounging near the fire, reading a book. His hair was slightly messy, his glasses perched low on his nose, and his warm smile greeted her as she entered.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, looking up from his book. "How’s it going?"

"Good," she replied, her heart pounding in her chest. She hesitated for a moment before taking the seat beside him, her knee brushing his in the process. It wasn’t intentional—at least, not entirely—but the moment their legs touched, she could feel the heat spreading up her spine.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asked casually, trying to hide the way her stomach was doing flips.

"Of course not," Remus replied with a smile, not seeming to notice the nervous fluttering in her chest. He continued reading his book, but the proximity made Y/N acutely aware of every little movement he made, of the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, of the faint scent of the woods and parchment that always lingered around him.

"Y/N," Lily said from across the room, catching her attention with a pointed glance. She gestured subtly toward Remus, then to herself, as if signaling some silent code.

Y/N blinked, her heart pounding in her ears. What was Lily up to? Before she could question it, Sirius, who had been watching the whole thing with a grin, leaned toward James and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, "So, what do you think, James? Should we help these two out? I feel like we could, you know, nudge them in the right direction."

James immediately caught on. "Oh, absolutely. Time for a little friendly intervention."

Peter, who had been quietly observing the conversation from the corner, suddenly piped up. "Are we talking about Remus and Y/N? I think we can help. A few well-placed compliments, maybe some strategic distraction…"

Before Y/N knew what was happening, the Marauders had begun their campaign. James and Sirius started joking around with Remus, purposely steering the conversation toward how “amazing” Y/N was—her intelligence, her kindness, the way she could make the most mundane tasks feel fun. Meanwhile, Peter, being the expert in misdirection, kept Y/N distracted with casual small talk, occasionally giving her a teasing wink.

Every time one of them said something about her, Y/N’s heart skipped. She was blushing. She had to admit, their plan was working.

Finally, Remus glanced over at her, his brown eyes meeting hers with a soft, almost shy smile. "You know," he said, his voice low and warm, "I’ve been meaning to tell you something."

Y/N’s heart leapt into her throat. "What’s that?"

He hesitated for a moment, then chuckled softly. "I think I’ve been a little oblivious... But I do like spending time with you. A lot more than I’ve realized."

Y/N blinked. "Oh," she breathed, a smile tugging at her lips. "I think I like spending time with you too."

Sirius, from across the room, gave a thumbs-up, and James clapped dramatically. Peter, ever the strategist, even pretended to be busy so they could have the moment to themselves.

Remus, looking a little sheepish but pleased, finally leaned closer. "Would you maybe want to… go for a walk? You know, just the two of us?"

Y/N’s smile widened. "I’d love that."

As they stood up together, heading toward the door, Lily gave Y/N a wink, mouthing, “Mission accomplished.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. Maybe it hadn’t been so hard after all. And thanks to her friends—especially the Marauders—Remus Lupin was no longer just her good friend.

It was a typical evening in the Gryffindor common room, the crackling fire casting warm light over the room full of students bent over textbooks and parchment. The tension was palpable—Exams were fast approaching, and everyone was on edge. But amidst all the frantic studying, there was one student who stood out.

Y/N was slumped over a desk, her eyes fixed on an open textbook that she wasn't actually reading. Instead, she stared at the words, but none of them seemed to make sense. The notes on the page blurred together as her mind raced in a thousand different directions. She had been at it for hours, trying to cram for the upcoming exams, but somehow it never felt like enough.

And the more she thought about it, the more stressed she became, feeling completely overwhelmed.

Her quill hovered over a sheet of parchment that was already covered with random scribbles and doodles, the result of her mind’s inability to focus. She had tried everything—studying in the library, working with friends, even attempting to review in the common room, but nothing seemed to stick. Her stress was mounting, and with each passing second, it felt like she was sinking further into a hole she couldn't climb out of.

"Y/N," a voice broke through her thoughts, soft and comforting.

She turned her head to see her boyfriend, Remus, standing nearby, leaning against the doorframe of the common room. His tired but kind eyes locked onto hers. He had been watching her from across the room for a while, noticing the way she kept fiddling with her quill, tapping it on the desk, her fingers twitching as if they couldn’t find a way to hold still.

"Hey," she said with a forced smile, trying to hide how frazzled she really was. "Sorry, I... I can’t focus. I’ve been trying, but it’s like my brain won’t let me. This isn’t going well."

Remus chuckled softly, walking over and sitting beside her. "Well, you’re not alone. I think every student in this room is feeling the same way. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re so stressed out."

She sighed deeply, resting her forehead on the cool surface of the desk. "I just… I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve tried everything. I feel like I’ve hit a wall, Remus."

He gently placed a hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles, a calming gesture that he knew would help her feel grounded. "I think you need a break."

Y/N blinked up at him, confused. "A break? Remus, I can’t afford a break. If I don’t study now, I’ll fail the exams."

He gave her an understanding smile, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. "I understand, but sometimes, when you push yourself too hard, your brain can’t absorb anything. It’s like trying to fill a glass with water when it’s already full. You need to let it settle before you can fit more in."

She hesitated, still unsure. "But I don’t know if I have time for that. I’m already so behind—"

"How about this?" Remus interrupted, leaning in closer so she could feel his steady presence. "Let’s take a break together. We can go for a walk around the grounds, get some fresh air, and then when you come back, I’ll help you with whatever you’re struggling with. It’ll be easier to focus once your mind is clear."

Y/N looked at him, torn between the urge to keep studying and the undeniable pull of his warm, calming presence. She had always felt better whenever he was around, and maybe, just maybe, he was right. She needed a moment to breathe.

"Okay," she said finally, pushing away from the desk and standing up. "But only for a little while."

Remus grinned and stood up, offering her his hand. "Deal. Just enough to clear your head."

They slipped out of the common room and made their way down to the courtyard, where the evening air was cool and crisp. The stars were beginning to appear in the sky, twinkling above the castle. They walked side by side in a comfortable silence, the crunch of leaves underfoot providing a gentle soundtrack to the night.

As they reached a secluded bench, Remus gestured for Y/N to sit first. She did, grateful for the moment of peace. Remus sat next to her, his presence like an anchor in the storm that was her mind.

"Better?" he asked softly, glancing at her with a kind smile.

Y/N nodded, though she didn’t speak immediately. The stillness of the night, the quiet rhythm of their breathing, seemed to calm her more than she’d expected. She realized how tightly wound she had been, and how little she’d allowed herself to breathe in the chaos of the school year.

"I’m sorry," she said after a long pause, her voice small. "I don’t mean to get so stressed out. I know it’s just exams, but I always feel like I’m not doing enough."

Remus looked at her gently, his eyes filled with understanding. "You’re doing more than enough, Y/N. The fact that you care this much about your studies shows how hard you’re trying. But you’re allowed to take care of yourself, too. You can’t pour from an empty cup."

She smiled faintly, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You’re always so good at making me feel better. Thank you."

He chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around her. "It’s the least I can do." He paused, his thumb brushing her hand. "But, you know, I’m not just saying this because I’m your boyfriend. You’re one of the smartest people I know. You’ve got this. Just take it one step at a time."

She closed her eyes, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as his words sank in. For the first time in a while, she felt like maybe she could do this after all. Maybe she didn’t have to do it perfectly—she just had to keep going.

"Okay," she whispered, a bit more determined now. "I’m ready to get back to it."

Remus smiled at her, his eyes full of pride. "Good. And I’ll be here, every step of the way. We can go over your notes together when you’re ready."

They stood up, hand in hand, and walked back toward the castle, the stress of the evening suddenly feeling a little less daunting. With Remus by her side, Y/N knew she could face whatever came next.

She sat at the edge of the Gryffindor table, her plate barely touched, her appetite long gone. Around her, her friends were laughing, talking, and getting cozy with their partners—James and Lily, Sirius and Marlene, even Peter had someone to share the evening with. Everyone seemed to be wrapped up in their own little world of comfort and affection. Everyone, it seemed, except for Y/N.

She tried to tell herself it didn’t matter. She didn’t need someone else to enjoy the holiday, right? But as her gaze flickered over to Lily and James, whispering to each other with smiles only couples seemed to share, her heart ached.

"You're not eating much," a voice broke through her thoughts, and Y/N looked up to find Remus Lupin standing beside her, his warm brown eyes flicking down to her plate. His hair was a little disheveled from the wind outside, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold.

Y/N forced a smile, trying to hide the way her chest felt tight. "Not really hungry."

Remus gave her a small nod, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Ah, that makes sense," he said, pulling out the chair next to her and sitting down. "With all the excitement and the feast, sometimes it’s nice to take a break."

Y/N nodded absently, grateful for his calm presence. Remus was always the type to offer quiet support without pushing. He never made her feel like she was in the way, even when she felt like an outsider.

They fell into easy conversation, talking about the latest books they had been reading, the snowstorm raging outside, and the Christmas decorations scattered throughout the castle. Y/N responded with the occasional laugh or comment, but her mind kept drifting back to the couples surrounding them, her own feelings of loneliness growing stronger.

After a while, Remus stretched his arms over his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don’t suppose you’d want to get some fresh air? Maybe take a walk outside in the snow? It might be a good way to escape all the noise for a bit."

Y/N blinked, looking at him. "In the snow?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "It’s freezing out there."

"I know," he said with a soft smile, "but it’s peaceful. And sometimes it’s nice to get away from all the hustle and bustle."

There was something in his voice—something kind and understanding—that made her feel like it would be a good idea, a moment to breathe. She nodded slowly. "Yeah. Why not?"

The moment they stepped outside, the cold air hit Y/N’s face, sharp and invigorating. The grounds of Hogwarts were blanketed in thick, glittering snow, the world seeming to hold its breath in the soft, quiet night. The moon hung high above, casting a soft glow over the snow, making everything feel magical and distant from the noise inside.

The two of them walked in comfortable silence, their boots crunching in the snow. Y/N felt the cold on her cheeks and nose, but the crispness of the air felt good, even if her mind was still occupied. It was so easy to get lost in her own thoughts, especially at times like this, when everything around her seemed to highlight the one thing she was missing.

Finally, Remus spoke again, his voice low and gentle. "You’ve seemed a little... off tonight," he said, his eyes flicking to her. "Everything okay?"

Y/N shrugged, forcing a smile. "It’s nothing. Just... Christmas, I guess." She glanced over at the couples again, her heart tightening. "Everyone else seems so happy with their partners, and I’m... well, I’m just here."

Remus gave a small, thoughtful nod. "I get it. Christmas can feel a bit... overwhelming, when it seems like everyone has someone to share it with."

Y/N didn’t know why, but something about the way he said it, the way he understood, made her pause. She stopped walking, turning to look at him.

"Remus, you’ve always been here for me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’ve always been... the person I turn to, the one who’s always there when I need someone. I’ve been so focused on wanting something big, something grand, but... it’s always been you, hasn’t it?"

Remus stopped walking as well, clearly taken aback by her words. His brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Y/N stepped a little closer to him, her chest tight with a sudden, intense realization. "All this time, I’ve been waiting for something huge. A sign. But you’ve been right here, Remus. You’ve been my person all along."

For a moment, Remus didn’t say anything. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable. The snow continued to fall softly around them, and for what felt like an eternity, nothing moved. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a soft, shy smile. "You’ve always been my person, too," he said quietly. "I just didn’t know how to say it."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she took another step closer to him. There it was again—that quiet warmth in his voice, the kind that had always made her feel safe, seen. It was in those little moments she’d never questioned, in his thoughtful gestures, the way he always seemed to be there when she needed him most.

Without thinking, Y/N reached for his hand, her fingers brushing against his. The simple touch sent a wave of warmth through her, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, hesitant at first, like the snowflakes falling around them—gentle but certain.

When they pulled away, Remus was still smiling, his cheeks pink from the cold, his eyes sparkling with something unspoken. "I should have said it sooner," he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "But I’m glad you figured it out."

Y/N grinned, feeling the weight in her chest finally lift. "Me too," she whispered, her voice light as she stepped closer to him, their hands still intertwined.

The world around them felt different now—lighter, warmer, as if everything had shifted into place. The distant sounds of laughter from the castle faded, leaving just the two of them standing in the snow, wrapped in the quiet beauty of the moment. It felt like the start of something new, something they had both unknowingly been waiting for.

And for the first time all night, Y/N felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

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