This is mostly about Remus Lupin as a professor. ✔
I may add young Remus too.
Smut Fluff
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It'll be better if you listen to each song before reading the chapter.
As you know, Harry Potter and Wizarding world...
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Some parts Inspired by "against all odds" from chandrillan in ao3 + "dssctm" from rvnclaw54
Though you had never planned to spend your last year at Hogwarts like this, It's already become your daily routine to wake up and start your day with the thought of him and finish it at night with his picture behind your eyes, as though nothing else matters in this world.
Your friends? You have no idea about them. It's not your fault he leaves no space in your mind to think about anything else.
You sigh wearily and check your Friday schedule before making your way to the great hall. You've lived like this for a month now. Asking yourself endless questions during breakfast, lunch and dinner.
'Do i hate it when other students compliment him? Yes
Do i feel jealous when his attention is not on me? Yes
Do i want to be near him? Do i want to hug him? Do i want to hear his voice everyday? Do i...? Yes
Do i want to stop caring about him? No
Do i feel sorry for thinking like this? Absolutely No
Does he feel the same? I don't know'
For the rest of the day, memories of him occupy your mind. Half of your classes pass in a blur, replaying the night he caught you sneaking out of the castle to have a drink at The Three Broomstick over and over again.
"I don't understand why i keep finding you at places where you're not supposed to be... Are you doing this for more detention with me?" He asks jokingly, looking around the pub aimlessly.
You take a sip from your drink and look directly into his eyes before responding seriously, "Maybe."
He seems taken aback by your unexpected response, but his eyes twitch for a second. His grip tightens around the glass in his hand, making you wonder how it'd feel if he had his hand around your throat...
But for other half of your classes, your mind decides to focus on a more eventful memory. The night when you'd decided to dress up and look good for a certain someone, but it ended up damaging yourself. To your great delight, you'd fallen near the Hospital Wing.
"Shit, that couldn't be worse." You whine in pain as you trip over and lose your control, falling on the cold hard ground in the corridor.
You can't help a grunt of pain escaping your lips when you look at your leg, seeing blood running out of your scraped knee. Then an idea comes to your mind and you tuck your hands in your pockets, searching for your wand in vain. You sigh mournfully when you realize you've left it in your dormitory.
You stand up with a groan, flinching at the uncomfortable sensation. On your way to the infirmary, you thank your lucky stars that he's not there to watch the mess you've made, feeling the blood spreading on your leg with each step.
