Full Moon [R.L.]
Character: Remus Lupin
Word Count: 1188
Summary: After a particularly bad full moon, Y/n decides it’s time to admit that she knows all about Remus’ little secret, especially since she’s known for years.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
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You were fed up of them treating you like you were stupid. You were supposed to be one of their best friends, for Merlin’s sake! So why did they feel the need to make up the most outrageous excuses every month, just to cover up the fact they were helping out Remus?
It was frustrating, especially so since you had known about his little secret since you were in third year. Remus was a terrible liar, and if you were honest, James, Sirius and Peter weren’t much better.
You knew they were just trying to cover for their friend, but couldn’t they trust you? Did they really think you valued their friendship that lowly that you’d sell them out for something that Remus couldn’t help?
It annoyed you to no end when they’d lie to your face. You’d been friends for almost 7 years now, and the fact that they still didn’t trust you, even after all this time, really hurt. What hurt the most to you was that Remus didn’t trust you with his secret.
Because whether you wanted to admit it or not, you had a huge crush on the boy, and it really pained you to know that he didn’t trust you not to tell anyone.
You sat in the Gryffindor common room - a place where you often resided - waiting for the four to get back from their… late night endeavours.
From your place on the couch, you could see the full moon sitting brightly in the dark night sky, illuminating the Black Lake below, and making you slightly anxious about when they would be returning.
You stood up and walked closer to the window, leaning on the ledge as you peered out to look across the grounds. Everything was silent and deserted, which seemed strange considering in the daytime the grounds were packed with students.
A slight movement near the trees below caught your eyes as your gaze was instantly drawn to the spot. Four figures finally emerged from the forest, two trying to hold another one up, and the fourth simply tagging along at the back, trying to help but mostly just failing to do so.
You heart clenched. You hated seeing Remus so hurt after a full moon. You hated the scratches and cuts that littered his body after a night of trying to rip himself apart. You wished you could make things better for them.
But they didn’t know that you knew.
Every month you’d pretend that you believed their stupid lies, and you knew they probably thought you were the most gullible person on the planet.
This month, however, you wanted it to stop. You were going to wait until they managed to get back up to the common room, and you were going to confront them.
There was a while to wait, as you had expected, due to them presumably stopping to see Madam Pomfrey, who helped Remus out with his injuries every month.
Then they’d be returning.
You sat back down on the couch, holding a book and flipping the pages every so often, though your eyes were trained on the door.
There was the sound of some muttering, and few bangs - probably Sirius - before the door finally opened.
They didn’t notice you at first, busy trying to get Remus into the room, however when James finally saw you sitting on the couch, simply observing the scene, he slapped Sirius’ shoulder and nodded his head towards you.
“Oh hey, Y/n,” Sirius said, laughing nervously, “What are you still doing up? You should be in bed. Let’s get you in bed.”
He began walking towards you but you held a hand up, making him stop in his tracks, “Not another step, Black.”
James and Peter watched on as they held onto Remus’ beaten body, helping him to stay stood up.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” James said quickly. You raised an eyebrow. “And what does this look like to you? Because to me, it looks like you’re trying to hide the fact that your friend is a bloody werewolf!” You whispered the last word, though you knew it was just you five alone.
“W-What? Pfft, no it’s not, why would you even… say… that…” James trailed off when he saw the look on your face. He sighed, “When did you find out?”
“About October,” You said. “Oh that’s not too bad!” Sirius said with a grin, “We kept it a secret for that long!”
“In third year,” you finished, crossing your arms over your chest.
You rolled your eyes and sighed, “That doesn’t matter right now though. Could you please just lay him down on the couch? He’s as pale as anything, and looks like he’s about to pass out.”
James and Peter carefully helped Remus to lay down across the couch you were just sitting on, and looked at you.
“You three look a mess. You’ve clearly had no sleep, and if you want no one to work out why you’re all looking so awful tomorrow, you better get to bed.”
“Hey! I am beautiful all the time! How dare you offend me like this!” Sirius said indignantly with a pout.
James looked hesitantly at Remus’ figure, not wanting to leave just yet and you gave him a smile, “It’s okay. You’ve done enough tonight. Just go and get some sleep, I’ll look after him.”
“Okay… thanks,” the messy haired boy began to head to his dorm, followed by Peter. Sirius gave you a knowing look, winking as he too followed them upstairs, “Don’t snog too much, Y/n, he’s quite worn out already!”
“Shut up, Black!” You grumbled.
When all three boys had finally disappeared, you perched gently on the couch near Remus’ head, as you took in his appearance properly for the first time that night.
His face was completely scratched up, and there was a cut across his lip that looked quite deep. Bruised covered his shoulders, and from what you could see under his ripped up shirt, so was his stomach.
“Oh Remus…” you whispered, stroking a hand through his hair gently whilst the other softly traced the cuts on his face.
You saw the blush forming on his cheeks before he even opened his eyes, but when he did you could see his adoration for you clearly.
“You don’t have to stay here,” he said quietly, in a hoarse voice. You looked into his pretty brown eyes and smiled, “I know I don’t have to. I want to. I want to make sure you’re okay.”
You felt him lean into the hand that cupped his cheek, and gently stroked his jawline with your thumb.
You leant down slowly, waiting for any sign of discomfort, before softly brushing your lips against his. Remus reached up to push your hair away as he held onto you, kissing you properly, pouring all his love into it, as were you.
Suddenly, Remus knew his full moons wouldn’t be as bad anymore, because he knew you’d be there for him afterwards to patch him up and kiss him better. And that’s all he ever wanted.