Desire ; Remus Lupin

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- GOODBYE 

- CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT; SMUT WARNING -                                                                                             A/N: I cried very hard writing this, sorry in advance.

Sana's pov: 

"News? About what? Is everything alright?" Remus urges, looking in-between us both with intense amounts of worry. 

She pushes her finger to her mouth, telling him to shush. Then she nods her head, signalling for us to follow her outside. 

As soon as we are outside she takes a deep breath, looks at me apologetically. "There's been an attack. They took someone." Hermione speaks lowly and cautiously, observing her surroundings at every second. 

"On who? Who did they take?" Remus asks, placing his hand on my arm since Hermione was looking at me as if I just came back from a torture chamber. 

She says nothing. 

"Hermione, who did they take?" I speak slowly, but sternly. 

"Isabelle." 

Remus is quick to pull me into his chest, but I was more nervous than I was shocked. I'd get to see her in a couple of days, I just don't know how she would react to it. 

I know they're not doing anything horrible to her in there. It wouldn't be practical. They have much better things to worry about. 

Still, It's not the best thing, hearing that your sister's been kidnapped by a bunch of murderers. 

"How-- long ago was this exactly?" I question, still not allowing myself to break from Remus' embrace. "Three days." She answers. 

"I'm so sorry angel." Remus whispers into my skin, I hum at the feeling. "She's strong, Isabelle will be okay. She's been through this before." I reassure. 

"Of course she will." Hermione agrees, rubbing my back soothingly. "I say we go home and sleep it off?" 

I sigh, burry myself deep within Remus' brown leather coat. Smells exactly like him. Fresh, sweet, smells like home. "Yeah, yeah that's fine with me." I reply unknowingly, my focus blurring at the second. 

The rest of the walk home was silent. There are no right words to say in a situation like this. 

*** 

I lay in bed, simply staring at the man infront of me. So beautifully broken. 

How I wish that I could simply tell him that everything will be alright, but who are we to determine that. 

I watch as he removes his jacket, that and many of his other articles of clothing. It left him only in some blue striped sweats. 

I got them for his birthday. 

I wish I could go back to then , actually. Times were much easier. My only real concern was how my boyfriend was my teacher, and how he was a werewolf. 

Now, he no longer is my teacher, and definitely the most precious wolf I've ever met. He was mine, my Remus.

And to think that I might not see him for a painfully large amount of times breaks my heart into 3,000 miniscule pieces. 

"Rem, can I keep that?" I ask, not really aware of what I was saying. "Keep what love?" He replies, pivoting and climbing into bed with me.