the boy + his moon // part three (young!remus x reader)
Title: the boy + his moon
Brief Summary: Time of the Marauders. You have always been intrigued by quiet Remus Lupin and his mysterious glances at the moon.
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You glance at the sharp-eyed girl beside you. She shakes her head, frustrated.
“Are you even listening?”
“Yes,” you reply instinctively but it hangs like a ‘no’ and you lower your gaze, blushing.
It has been several hours since the library, yet that intensity continues to burn through your core, your mind, everything until the entire common room is bathed in dangerous red. So, no, you cannot listen let alone comprehend the list of complicated Potions equations.
Remus Lupin, you are impossible.
“Why do you keep looking out the window?” Maya huffs, dragging the parchment closer to her frame.
Your inquisitor rolls her eyes and begins bundling quills and ink in to her arms, “Look, I’m going to finish this with some of the others – if you don’t mind.”
“Er no, it’s okay,” you begin and watch as Maya joins the beaming cluster of seventh years who have never witnessed the moon’s watchful admirer or been victim to a gaze so powerful it sets your mind alight.
But that look, if you can even belittle it to that, screamed of challenge; enchanting and deadly, his eyes spoke of a cloudless midnight more red than black. He wasn’t just a boy and a moon anymore, he was a boy, a moon and a dangerous secret.
Outside, the sky has embraced its dark cloak and breathes a cool chill that makes you tug on the sleeves of your jumper. The other students are beginning to dissipate, retreating to the safety of their dormitories. Maya glances at you, her brow furrowed in something almost like concern but chooses not to speak. You’re tired to having had a sleep plagued by mysteries and moons but more than that, you fear you are tired of something else.
Tired of the unknown.
You find your scarf hanging lazily on the bed post.
“Just need a bit of air,” you say lamely, smiling meekly at the girls in your dorm.
“You’ll get caught, Y/N,” Maya quips. She is facing the mirror, taming her curls in to two tight plaits like she does every night.
And you refuse to let tonight belong to this monotony so you lift your head and say, “I don’t care.”
This confidence carries you down the stairs and across the common room but catches on your feet at the exit hole, at the awaiting silence beyond.
Stop chasing him, Y/N.
But unless you witness the unraveling of Remus Lupin and the labyrinth of unknowns that paints a flaming red in his eye, you will forever be imprisoned in this chase. And so, with a wildly dancing heart and a simmering determination, you step out in to the heavy silence of the castle corridors.