tw: self harm scars (healed)
"I have some spare," Remus said. "If you need any."
"I thought it was only me who felt like this." I said.
Me and Remus were in the library whispering. He came to explain that he also was born a girl who was a boy. Although he learnt to manage it more, he found bandages to cover his chest. He told me I could borrow some.
"Really, it's not a big issue. If you feel comfortable with them, you keep them." Remus said, flipping a page in his book.
"Well, thank you, Lupin," I said. "I appreciate it."
Later that day, I went to find Sirius, to tell him I can actually do something about my chest. He was equally as excited for me. And I started to grow fond of his boyfriend.
In the evening I met up with James in the room of requirements, as usual. And told him about what Remus had given me.
"That's great, love." He smiled, and placed his hand on my cheek.
"Did you just? Say it again." I said. My body felt hot, and faint, but in a good way.
"Love?" He smiled, and kissed my forehead.
"The only issue is, that I don't know how to work them," I said, leaning back in his lap. "And I don't fancy Cass, my brother or his boyfriend seeing my chest."
"I can do it for you, love," James said. "If you're comfortable with it."
I sat up, "You would?"
"Of course I would," He smiled. "Did you bring them?"
"Yeah, they're here." I said, pulling them out of my bag. "James?"
"Mhm?" He said, taking the bandages.
"Before I take off my jumper," I started, my voice "I don't want you to think i'm gross or anything."
"Why would I think you're gross?" James asked, raising his right eyebrow.
I took my jumper off, I showed him my stomach and my arms. They were covered in old rips and tears of my skin.
"They make you strong," James kissed my arm, and started kissing each and everyone of my scars. "And I think they make you look handsome."
"So you don't think they make me look stupid?" I asked. "Or weak?"
"No, love. I don't," He said, and he placed his hand in my hair and kissed my lips. "You're so beautiful. Now c'mere."
I stood up so he could reach my chest and back, and he wrapped them around me. Flattening my chest. He didn't do it to tight, or to lose. He did it just right. And he taught me how to do it too.
For the next couple of hours we just kissed, and cuddled. He stroked my hair, and I circled the palm of his hand with my finger.
He felt warm. And I felt comfortable with him, like I could be my complete and truest self. I didn't need to worry about who I was.
He felt like home. He was home.
