A/N: Fluffy!Shawn below hehehe. This is my first time to ever post any writing to Tumblr, so I am EXTREMELY nervous. I apologize for the name (I suck at those). Thank you to everyone who has helped me edit and reedit this imagine 20 times. You are all so appreciated. I hope you like it. Feedback is appreciated.
I stretch my arms out and
I lay in the bed, and I
could see the light was still on in the office down the hall.
How long had I been
I look at the clock. 3
Shawn had been working
since about midnight on a melody he discovered earlier that day while playing
around on his guitar. He wants the song to be perfect and that’s understandable, but this late?? I slide out of the bed and let out a troubled breath as my
feet hit the cold floor. Walking down the hall quietly, there sits Shawn with his back turned to me. He’s still hard at work, strumming
chords and scribbling incoherent thoughts on paper like he’s been doing for the
past 2-3 hours. Standing behind him, I wrap my arms around his neck, kiss the top of his head before resting my chin on it. He places his warm hand
on my arm and lowers his head to kiss my skin.
“Hello darling, what
are you doing awake so late?”
concerned about my sleep which is sweet, but the boy has to get some rest of his own. He has spent
many long nights in this office for the past week, and I was beginning to worry
that he was overworking himself. He is obsessed with
perfection, but he is in desperate need of a break.
“I was sleeping until
a bright ass light woke me up. I wonder who’s fault that may be,” I giggle
in his ear, “it’s late and you really should get some sleep”.
He laughed softly,
“I’m so close though. Really babe, it’s all coming together so
perfectly. Just listen”. His voice now sounding like an eager child. I
comply and sink down beside him in the chair, and he smiles as he begins to
play. He starts to play an euphonious tune. Of course everything he
plays is beautiful but this was different. So raw and pure. I could see Shawn
was proud of it because he couldn’t stop smiling as he strummed the chords
“You’re right baby,
it’s incredible. But why don’t you come to bed, and you can finish the rest
tomorrow?” I suggest leaving a small kiss on his check.
He actually looks at me
for the first time since I had walked into the room and cracks a smile when
notices I have on his big t-shirt. God, when he looks at me with that
smile. That beautiful, bright smile that makes my heart flutter. That smile
could break me at any moment. That smile, is mine.
“Why are you looking
at me like that, Mendes?”
“Oh nothing,” he
stops his gaze, “you have the most gorgeous bedhead is all. Very sexy”
Letting out an embarrassing chuckle, I hit his chest
as he winks, grabbing my wrist to pull me into his lap. He looks at the shirt I’m
wearing again and raises his eyebrow.
“Oh, so THAT’S where
my favorite shirt went. I was beginning to think it grew legs and disappeared,” he puts his guitar down and pulls me into a tight
He puts his head on my
shoulder and lets out a soft sigh. He is tired, but he is too afraid
to admit it. He wants to finish this song tonight, but he needs sleep. I reach
up and start to run my fingers through his hair.
“Come on love, let’s get
some sleep. You can continue this in the morning”
I get up and begin to pick
of his papers that contained failed attempts at lyrics he had discarded
throughout the room. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if to protest, but he
finally gives in and starts to help me clean up the office. He put his important
papers inside his laptop and closes it. Once we picked everything up, he put
his guitar on the stand and we headed for our bedroom. I got into the bed and
buried myself into the covers while Shawn got ready for bed. I giggled to
myself as I could hear him humming his newly discovered tune as he brushed his
teeth. He is such a goober, and I adore his cute little quirks. I am pulled out
of my thoughts as I hear the water shut off and the door open. He’s just in his
boxers. God, does he look sexy as ever. His defined abs and toned arms. I have
to control myself. NO. Not tonight. He needs sleep. I try and remind myself.
He gets into bed and cuddles up to my side.
“Do did you really like
what I have so far lyrically, darling?”
Shawn loves getting
feedback. It has always been something he has craved from the people close to him. He truly values my advice and it makes my heart flutter to know that he
takes it into the utmost consideration.
“Yes it was beautiful. It
has a more edgy sound. Different from your other songs, but I honestly think it’s
a good different. To me, it shows you’re really growing as an artist, and I am
so proud of you. You work so hard, and it is really paying off for you, love. I
just wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard all of the time. It’s okay to take
a rest sometimes. Some people would even consider it healthy,” I tease as I poke
his nose. He scrunches his face at my touch and smirks.
“I know baby, but I just
want everything to be perfect, ya know? Even when I think I’m giving my all, I
feel like I could still give more. So many people are relying on me and I don’t
get a break just because I’m younger than the average artist. If anything, it
makes me have to prove myself more to prove that I am meant to be ranked in the
same category as bigger artist. But I do understand where you’re coming from,
darling. I love you so much. I promise I will try and cut myself more slack”
I smile and lean up to
kiss him softly murmuring a soft “I love you” between us. I adore his ambition
and passion so much. He is such a genuine person, and I am so thankful that he
is mine, all mine. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight. Leaving a
tender kiss on my forehead. He fingers then trail down my back and go
underneath my shirt as he caresses the small of my back. His touch sending
shivers down my spine. He was drawing shapes into my back as
my eyes grew tired.
“Are you ready to go to
sleep yet, love? You really need some rest,” I yawn against his chest. He
giggles at my words which were barely audible, but he got the gist. He leaves a
lingering kiss my forehead one last time.
“Are you positive that you’re tired though? There are so many
other things we could to you know…” he says and I look up in disbelief and let
out a chuckle at his words. This kid is actually suggesting this when it is
almost 4 in the morning. Got to give him props for trying.
“Shawn it is late and YOU
should be asleep anyways. The whole reason I brought you to bed was for you to
rest. Not for you to score. Not tonight, no sir. Ask me again in the morning and
maybe you’ll get lucky,” I say as he lets out a soft laugh.
goodnight my love,” he buries his face into the blanket before whispering, “better
make the morning worth my while then”
I giggle as I slap his
chest with my tiny hand.
He gives me one last kiss
before I snuggle into his warm body. I loved being close to him. We didn’t always
get to share moments like this, so I cherished the few we had. I always feel at
ease when I have him here with me. He felt like home, he was my home.
This is a lil something I wrote because I watched BTA and it ruined me…special thanks to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me edit and sort it out!! Hope you all like it!! xx B
The sunlight was blinding, the humidity making your skin sticky and already making your hair nearly unmanageable as you made your way off the tarmac. You squinted and pulled down your shades, your eyes darting everywhere until they landed on a curly head of hair about ten yards from you. Harry was bent over his cell phone, lips rolled into his mouth and a pair of black RayBans holding his hair back from his eyes. He looked as delicious as ever, and you swallowed as you admired the slight tan he’d acquired over the past couple of weeks. Harry had always held a soft spot in your heart; with his killer smile and charming personality, you often wanted nothing more than to get on your knees for him. That sort of thinking wasn’t appropriate though, especially since the pair of you had always been just friends, nothing more. You cleared your throat.
“Harry!” You called and his head popped up, a warm smile on his lips.
”‘Lo, love! ’Ve missed ya, glad yeh decided t'come down.“ His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing sweetly to your cheek, and you bit your lip as the scent of him flooded your senses. You loved the way he smelled. “Shall we?” Harry reached for your bags, leaving one arm draped casually over your shoulder.
“How’ve you been, H? How’s the writing?” Harry’s dimples deepened, and his eyes sparkled happily. He was well-rested for once, with no dark circles under his clear green eyes, and you smiled up at him as he began to ramble on about his album. Harry talked the entire way to the house he shared with his writing partners, his voice light and hands moving animatedly as he drove. The house itself was gorgeous, and when Harry showed you to your temporary room, you couldn’t help the snort that came from your lips.
“What happened to living modestly hidden in Jamaica?” A shrug and a half smile was his response as he set your bags down. He suddenly seemed close, very close, and his eyes had a new, unreadable look in them.
“’M glad yeh came, love, really. ’S been too long.” Harry gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. Your tummy flipped when you watched his eyes dart quickly to your lips. If only he would just lean a little closer…..
“Harry? Y/N?” The pair of you jumped at Jeff’s voice calling through the house, your cheeks heating as Harry scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeh, um…get unpacked and settled, yeah? I think everyone wants t'go out t'night, yeh should go.” Harry turned to leave, his shoulders a little tense, and you frowned.
“Are you not going?” His head turned to look at you over his shoulder and he offered a small smile.
“Yeh know me, love; partying isn’t m'thing, is it?” Then he was out the door, leaving you to mull over going out or not.
Two hours later, everyone but you and Harry filed out of the house, taking all of the loud noise and talking with them. Harry’d taken to sitting by the dining table, a guitar in his hands and a glass of wine sitting in front of him as he strummed quietly.
“Mind if I join you?” His eyes flew to you, his lips curling into a smile. A large hand tunneled through his hair as he looked you over, taking in your pajama shorts and loose tank top. You could’ve sworn a flash of desire sparked in his eyes.
“Not at all. Wine?” He was already pouring you half a glass, sliding it over to you as you took the seat next to him. Thanking him with a nod, you took a sip, your gaze moving to the large windows to admire the view of the beach and beautiful sea beyond it.
“How’s everythin’ in your world? How’s..what’s his name?” You didn’t miss the way his lip curled down in distaste at the mention of your last fling.
“Wouldn’t know. I ended it just after you left…prick was sleeping with two other girls.” A grunt left Harry’s lips as he propped his guitar against the table, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.
“I’m sorry, love. Yeh too good fo’ him anyways.” You shrugged, draining the wine from your glass and setting it back on the table.
“I sure know how to pick them, eh?” A humorless laugh left your lips and Harry frowned, shaking his head.
“’S'alright, pet, he was the one with the problem, not you.” You rolled your head back, still hyper aware of Harry’s warm palm on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.
“Where are all the good ones, H? The creeps and arseholes are always the ones I attract. Where are all the men like you?” Harry’s brows rose a little, a ball tightening in his stomach. All he’d wanted to do since you’d gotten off the plane was kiss you until your lips were swollen, and now here you were, asking him where men like him were hiding. He shifted a little closer to you, hand tightening on your thigh.
“Men like me?” The words were quiet, unfocused as Harry watched your throat move as you swallowed.
“You know, men who…are real. Who aren’t afraid to let you know what they want. Men who are loyal, good guys. Where do all of you hide out?” Now you were so close to each other that you could feel his warm breath puffing over your cheek. Harry’s tongue swept along his bottom lip, and you longed to kiss him. His fingers edged under the hem of your shorts, goosebumps raising on your skin.
“’M certainly not hidin’, angel.” A crooked smirk tugged at his lips and then Harry leaned in, his pink lips covering yours. You gasped, and it was enough of a space for his tongue to edge out, sweeping along your top lip as if to ask permission. You eagerly gave him more room to work, your hands going to fist in his white t-shirt as his tongue met yours, tentatively brushing over it. When the first tiny whimper bubbled from your throat, Harry pulled back, his forehead pressing against yours.
“D'yeh wan’ this?” Always so good, that was Harry. So, so good all the time. In response, you stood and leaned over him, taking his jaw in your hands and kissing him hotly. A surprised grunt rumbled through him as his hands grasped your hips, pushing you back as he stood. Your backside met the wall, and you moaned as Harry’s hands began to wander. His fingers worked to push your shirt up and over your head, revealing your tummy and chest to him. He tossed your shirt to the floor and his hands moved to cup your breasts over your bra.
“Harry,” you managed, hips bucking into his, moaning again once you felt the hard length of him pressing against your lower body.
“Yeh wet fo’ me? Hm, angel?” Your bra straps were tugged down your arms, and the clasp was undone before your bra joined your tank top on the floor.
“Yes, yes, I’m so wet.” It was true; your panties had been ruined since his hand first landed on your thigh. A growl left Harry’s lips at your words, his dark eyes dropping to your breasts.
“Jesus, pet. S'pretty.” His tongue lapped over one of your nipples, and you let out a garbled moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your breast. Harry’s hips rutted into yours, desperate for any amount of pressure on his aching cock. Your hand slipped down to slide into his loose shorts, easily finding his cock. He groaned against your skin when you circled your hand around his thick length, enjoying the heavy weight of him. Harry worked to yank down your shorts and panties, lips moving heatedly over your exposed skin.
“Christ, darling, feels s'good.” His breath puffed against your collarbones as he thrusted his hips with each stroke of your hand, moaning each time you thumbed the tip of him. Your free hand went to pull down his shorts, thankful for the fact that he tended to go commando, and your mouth watered at the sight of his fully hard cock. It was flushed and pretty, little pearls of precum already beading on his head. “S'nough, pet,” Harry said darkly, one arm going to brace the wall beside your head and the other moving to grasp your thigh to wrap your leg around his hip. “Yeh ready?” He asked as your fingers twisted in the thin material of his shirt. You nodded as Harry mouthed along your jawline and crowded against you, one hand moving to guide himself into you.
“Big!” You gasped, reveling in the burning stretch that came as he buried himself to the hilt. A low, rumbling groan spread through Harry’s chest, his eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched around him. His lips closed around your earlobe and he began to thrust, hips rutting into yours with smooth, measured strokes. You were so tight and warm around him, taking every inch of him gladly, and Harry was seeing stars by the time a curl of pleasure began to ball in his stomach.
“Yeh feel amazin’, pet…knew yeh would, wanted this fo’ so long.” His neck veins strained as he threw his head back, his words turning into long moans as your walls clenched around him. His thick cock brushed every nerve in you, goading you quickly to your orgasm as his lips lowered to your neck. Harry nibbled at your damp skin, tongue soothing the sting of his bite as you mewled loudly.
“Please, Harry!” You cried, hand slipping up to tug at his hair. Harry growled at the feeling, hips shifting to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the otherwise quiet house, and you thanked whoever was watching out for you for sending your friends out of the house for the night.
“Can yeh feel me all up in yeh?” Harry’s hand circled your wrist and led it to rest on your lower belly, where he pressed it down until you could feel the tip of him brushing your walls. A loud moan ripped through you. Filthy. He was absolutely filthy with you, and you couldn’t help the garbled half-sentences that fell from your lips as his fingers went to circle your clit.
“Close! So close, baby, please.” Your voice was strangled as you fought for a decent breath, your throat dry from crying out. Harry’s lips covered yours, swallowing your moans and shouts as he moved faster, his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. The kiss was just as filthy as his words, sloppy and wet, all tongue meeting tongue and lips smacking against lips. Your hands fisted tighter in his shirt and hair as you barreled towards your orgasm, back arching.
“Yeh gonna cum fo’ me? Gonna b'good, pet?” Harry’s tongue licked down your throat and you screwed your eyes shut as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good, please, please, Harry. I’m so close,” you cried, head rolling back against the wall. Harry grunted in response, the vein that wrapped along the underside of him pulsing with pleasure as he neared his edge.
“Cum,” he puffed against your breast, “cum fo’ me. C'mon, angel, give it t'me.” Your mouth parted in a silent moan as your orgasm broke over you, white flooding your vision. Harry was quick to follow, spurting hot, sticky ropes of his seed deep inside of you. Sweat coated the both of you, and the Jamaican air wasn’t helping, almost suffocatingly hot as you fought for breaths. Harry’s head rested against your collarbones, his softening length still nestled inside of you. You pressed short kisses to his hairline, trembling still, and Harry huffed out a laugh.
“Well tha’s one way t’ welcome yeh.” You let out a shaky laugh as he withdrew, hands coming to cup your cheeks. “’Ve wanted yeh fo’ s'long, love.” A sweet, chaste kiss was pressed to your mouth and you smiled sleepily at him, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Now you’ve got me.” You replied. Harry’s response was a wicked, promising smirk that made heat coil in your belly again.
“C'mon, pet, there’s a king-sized bed with silk sheets that I need t’ see yeh writhing against.” And writhe you did.
In the East Hall, the Gentry are called Takers-And-Givers. Marie had her best 2B pencil stolen only to find three packs of pencils - different hardnesses, sizes, colours - in her room that evening. Charley’s bottles of milk were stolen in the first week of term but now their whole flat gets weekly deliveries of dairy far better than any bought at the local shops. Sanjeet’s flowers were decimated a week before Valentines, but now they’re the best and brightest blooming flowers on campus.
First they Take and then, later, they Give, something of equal or more value. No one seems to know how or why, it just is, until the new kid arrives in halls - a late transfer, some incident at their last uni dogging her steps, giving her haunted eyes and probably-nightmares and arms clutched close around her chest whenever someone looms too close.
When people ask, she says to call her Ravenna. That that’s not her name, but her actual name isn’t one she trusts anymore, that it makes her feel unsafe in her own skin. So everyone in the Hall calls her Ravenna, or, sometimes, Blackbird if they know her well enough, and give her space.
She hates beyond hate to be touched.
Marie sees her one day, within touching distance of one of the Takers-and-Givers often seen around East Hall. They go by Darling - an odd moniker for a six foot creature with a greenish cast to their skin and a bird’s nest of hair, but no one would ever dare say anything to them. They stand just within arms-reach of Ravenna, watching down at the short girl with half-narrowed eyes.
“I don’t want to be afraid,” Ravenna is saying. “I'm sick of it. They say you can help with that, that you can take something away and give something in return. Can you take away my fear?”
Marie almost bolts down the hall to Ravenna, almost warns her against making a deal with the Takers-And-Givers, almost warns her against even mentioning the distance they are from normal but Darling only smiles gently, politely, not the predatory way they had when Marcus from Sumner’s Hall had tried to strike a bargain.
“No one can take your fear,” Darling says. “It’s yours. But if you give me a taste of it then I will give you protection when you are fearing.”
Marie starts backing down the hall, back towards her room, but she still sees Ravenna pause, nod, and go completely rigid as Darling bends their head to gently kiss her.
A wind blows down the hall, smelling of chickens and straw and Michaelmas daisies and Darling is vanished.
What can i say? Ed’s new album inspired this xx listen to the song here
She is the sweetest thing that I know
You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low
Shakes my soul like a pot hole, every time
Took my heart upon a one-way trip
Guess she went wandering off with it
Unlike most women I know
This one will bring it back whole
Daisies, daisies perched upon your forehead
Oh my baby, lately I know
You had known
Remus since you were a first year; he was best friends with your twin brother,
Sirius. Everyone knew that you were both head over heels for each other since
second year — it was now fifth year and everyone was pretty much tired of how
oblivious the two of you were.
If anyone asked
you if you had feelings for the tall marauder you would blush furiously and timidly
say no. But you knew that you were lying, you had a crush on him since second
year and you hoped to have the courage to profess your feelings to him one day,
but were afraid to do so for the sake of your friendship.
If anyone asked
him if he had feelings for the youngest Black sibling (youngest by twelve
minutes but Sirius dubbed you as the baby of the family) he would nervously say
no, that it would be wrong to have romantic feelings for his best friend’s
younger sister; inside his mind it was different, he wish he could go on and on
about how wonderful you were, how your laugh was his favorite sound and how he
was definitely sure that you were sweeter than chocolate.
That every night I’ll kiss you you’ll say in my ear
Oh we’re in love aren’t we?
Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby
I feel safe when you’re holding me near
Love the way that you conquer your fear
You know hearts don’t break around here
Oh yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah yeah
dates were a Friday night ritual for the two of you, even though neither one
dared to say the word date out loud. This particular Friday you had come down
with a terrible cold and could barely walk straight.
you really should rest, I’m sure your professors will understand if you miss
class today, hell I’ll even make it sound that you’re dying so they don’t give
you any problems.” Lily said as she put a hand up to your clammy forehead.
not upset about missing class…” you mumbled.
sure Remus will understand that you can’t make it to your weekly library date.”
not a date.”
what do you call the love sick lingering gazes?” she teased.
off, Evans.” You muttered as you sank deeper into your blankets.
you too! I’ll see you later, okay?” you simply nodded as she left.
couple of hours past which were mostly spent sleeping on and off, by dinner
time you were starting to feel a bit better and were about to fall asleep once
again when a knock woke you up.
in!” You hoarsely called back. You heard a faintly “Alohomora” and Remus came
in with a tray of food.
you’re feeling better.” He said as he made his way to your bed, gently setting
down the tray on your lap.
I am.” You replied, smiling broadly. He had made you some chicken broth and
so you know, Pads and Prongs were very close to starting a vigil for you…” he
said chuckling. You arched an eyebrow in response, prompting him to go on.
really did sell the story of you being on your deathbed, you would think that
Sirius would know if his twin was truly dying but he claimed that the twin
telepathy wasn’t working properly because it was raining today.”
snorted, shaking your head as you picture the scene, but were thankful that
Remus was the brains of the group and that he was kind enough to come and check
figured you didn’t want a Sirius induced headache so I set up a few more spells
so he wouldn’t be able to come into the girl’s dormitories.”
have I ever told you how much I love you?” you said gratefully but quickly
turned a deep red once you realized what you had said. He simply looked down
and smiled, running his hand through his already messy light brown hair.
finished your meal and asked Remus if he could bring you another blanket, he
quickly went to get you one.
over,” he said. You were confused but did as you were told.
I don’t want to get you to get sick!” you protested, not because you didn’t
want to cuddle with him, but because you really didn’t want to get him sick.
worry Y/N, I’m a healthy wolf.” He said with a lopsided grin.
was one of the worst wolf jokes…What would the guys say? You can kiss your comedy
aren’t you the funny one tonight.” And so you spent the rest of the night
bantering and laughing. He had his arm around you, protecting you from the
world, your head on his chest. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
She is the river flow in Orwell
And tin wind chimes used for doorbells
Fields and trees and her smell, fill my lungs
Spent my summer time beside her
And the rest of the year the same
She is the flint that sparks the lighter
And the fuel that will hold the flame
Oh roses roses laid upon your bed spread
Oh my, hold this, oh this, I know
that Remus needed any confirmation that he was in love with you, but the moment
he took a whiff of his Amorentia potion, the smell of your shampoo, chocolate,
and caramel coffee overwhelmed his senses and prompted a deep blush to cover
his pale face.
does it smell like my sister’s fruity shampoo or no? perhaps like the sickly
sweet coffee she drinks?” Sirius said as he smirked at Remus knowingly.
just saying, I wouldn’t mind having you as a brother-in-law.”
Sirius and James left Potions class, both of them were teasing Remus but
stopped once they sat down in the Great Hall next to you and Lily. You happily
waved to the boys and after a few minutes someone tapped your shoulder. You saw
Sirius glaring at whoever was behind you and how Remus had a confused looked on
Black.” Called the voice from behind you.
Malfoy.” You said as you turned around, of course you would have recognized
that snobbish voice anywhere. You had been introduced to the Malfoy family when
you and Sirius started Hogwarts but since you three were sorted into rivaling
houses, the pureblood friendship that your parents had hope for had vanished.
Or so you had thought.
you do me the honor of accompanying me for a short walk?” he said offering you
his hand while throwing your brother a condescending smirk.
if I say no?”
me, this is not an offer you can refuse, darling.”
The way he said darling made your skin crawl, you decided to go with him just
so he would leave you alone. Your friends threw you worried glances and you saw
how James had to place a hand on Sirius’s shoulder to stop him from attacking
Malfoy, you also noticed how Remus was also glaring at Lucius. Yeah, it was
better to humor the Malfoy snob than have Sirius expelled because of a fight.
a few minutes of walking in silence,
Lucius spoke up.
don’t understand why you mingle with those sorts of people.”
one of them is my brother.” You said curtly.
the mudbloods, Lupin and the Evans girl?”
if you don’t know what I mean, with such a pretty face, being a blood traitor
is something I could easily ignored.”
me?” you said, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
“All I’m saying
is that out of you and your so called brother, the only one worth saving and
keeping pure is you. What do you say if we got to know each better at the next
Hogsmeade visit? “When hell freezes over, Malfoy.” And with that you spun
around and went straight to the Gryffindor common room, no longer hungry.
friends got back and saw you sitting by the fire with a scowl on your face they
knew that whatever Malfoy wanted was nothing good, and they were right.
“So, what did
that git want?” Sirius asked as soon as he spotted you.
told me that I should consider the Black family ‘motto’ and that by dating him
I could atone for being a blood traitor.” The room went silenced as you said,
good thing it was only the marauders, Lily and you in the common room because
you didn’t want anyone else to witness Sirius’s reaction. In an instant he drew
out his wand, James tackled him as Remus shouted expelliarmus.
“HOW DARE HE?
JAMES GET OFF ME, I NEED TO GO AND KILL THAT WEASEL.” James was currently
sitting on top of Sirius, Remus had his wand with a scowl on his face and Lily
just looked apprehensively at the situation.
said no, he’s a horrible human being. I mean he basically told me what mother
is always telling us, to remain pure. I’m not stupid, I obviously turned him
down.” You said, putting on a smile for your brother so he could calm down.
You all calmed
Sirius down, and soon enough him and James were planning a prank on him while
Remus watched you carefully. You were far too quiet and he was starting to
yourself and headed towards the astronomy tower. Lucius words did get to you,
it hurt that he spoke of your brother and of your friends in such a way,
especially of Remus. You didn’t even realize that hot tears were cascading down
your cheeks, it wasn’t until someone placed a handkerchief on your lap that you
looked up and were met with a familiar pair of green eyes.
murmured as he pulled you into a hug, your tears soaking his dark red sweater,
as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.
In that moment
you fell harder for him, if that was even possible.
A couple of
weeks passed after the Lucius incident, and soon enough the whole school found
out that you had turned down one of the most prominent pure blood heirs. Sure
enough, Lucius would throw snide remarks your way whenever he would see you,
usually you didn’t let that bother you, although Sirius hexed him at least five
times over the past two weeks, whereas Remus didn’t like you being alone in
fear that the spiteful Slytherin would hurt you in anyway.
Remus and you
were making your way towards the library, it was a Wednesday night but the full
moon fell on a Friday this month so you had to rearrange your weekly study date.
You were laughing at something Remus said when you were harshly shoved aside by
someone’s shoulder, your books flew out of your arms and next thing you know,
Remus had Lucius pinned down against the wall, wand drawn out and pointed
menacingly towards his neck.
It took you a
good five minutes to coax Remus off of the now scared looking Lucius. As soon
as Remus lowered his wand, he ran off.
“Are you okay?
He didn’t hurt you did he?” Remus asked, scanning you over for any sign of
gotten expelled if you attacked him! What were you thinking?” you asked with a
voice full of worry. Remus started laughing.
“Love, I would
get expelled in a heartbeat if it meant that no one would ever hurt you.” You
didn’t know what to say, his eyes shone with sincerity and love. It was in that
moment that you realized that the boy in front of you saw you the same way that
you saw him. You hugged him tightly and he did the same, he looked down and
asked you if you were really okay, instead of responding, you acted on
instinct. Heart hammering wildly, you rose on your tiptoes and kissed his lips.
You heard him gasp into the kiss but he started kissing you back in a heart
beat, you were both smiling into the kiss once you realized that you both felt
the same way.
“I guess we
ought to thank that git for this, huh?” Remus said as he took your hand into
“I would say yes
but he’s already too full of himself…”
Later on that
night when you came back to the common room, hand in hand, the whole room did a
double take from your faces to your intertwined hands.
“IT WAS ABOUT
DAMN TIME!” Sirius shouted as he and James came sprinting down the stairs. Lily
squealed as both you and Remus blushed furiously.
“Now Remus, I
know that you could easily tear me apart with your furry little problem and all,
but if you hurt my sister…” Sirius said, smiling at the both of you. Remus
simply chuckled and shook his hand. The rest of the night was spent as usual,
only this time around Remus didn’t let go of your hand at all.
Well I found love in the inside
The arms of a woman I know
She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home
And I’m not scared of passing over
Or the thought of growing old
Because from now until I go
Every night I’ll kiss you you’ll say in my ear
Oh we’re in love aren’t we?
Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby
I feel safe when you’re holding me near
Love the way that you conquer your fear
You know hearts don’t break around here
Oh yeah yeah
Many full moons
had passed as you and Remus began dating, the current one came and went, you
still weren’t allowed to accompany the rest of the guys into the shrieking
shack but you waited for them to return so you could tend to Remus’s injuries.
It was around dawn when Remus came stumbling in, dark circles under his eyes,
but overall it didn’t look as bad as other moons. You gently dabbed at the
wounds on his face and tucked him in. As you were about to leave he grabbed
“Stay with me,
love? I missed you.” You nodded, a loving smile on your face.
A few minutes
passed by, you thought he had fallen asleep but you were surprised when he
“I love you.” He
said as he kissed the top of your head with a smile.
“I love you too,
now get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You answered back, snuggling
closer to him as he wrapped his arm around you.
You both fell
asleep intertwine in each other’s warmth and love.