Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Remus Lupin- Scars (c)

You had been dating Remus for a couple of years and as soon as you graduated from Hogwarts, you decided to move in together as you were beyond happy as a couple. Both of you were quite withdrawn and without any privacy at Hogwarts, you hadn't done anything past a short kiss but as your relationship continued things had begun to progress.

The two of you had started with a couple of sweet kisses but quickly more passion and desperation ran through you both as you melded into one another. As you continued kissing, your hands begun to wander over each other's bodies pulling yourselves closer until your hands had wandered to the rim of his t-shirt, going to pull it up. As soon as you moved it an inch, Remus pulled away from you, practically throwing himself into the other side of the sofa.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" You whispered, scared by his reaction, never wanting to make him feel uncomfortable.

Remus took a moment before shaking his head. "No... no, you didn't do anything wrong. I... I just... I..."

The words couldn't escape him as his heart pounded in his chest, partially from what the two of you had been doing as well as the anxiety of what was in his head.

"It's okay," you assured him. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I am here for you regardless of whether you want to continue what we were doing or not. That doesn't matter to me, only you do."

He took a moment, taking a deep breath and looking you in your eyes.

"Only James and Sirius have seen my scars. I didn't even want them to see them, and I'm scared that they will scare you away," he whispered.

You had known about the scars, able to see the ones on his face and arms and only assumed the rest of his body looked similar due to his transformations but you never cared about them. You loved him for who he was and whether he had scars or not never played into that.

"You don't have to show me if you don't want to, but I promise you they aren't going to scare me off. If I didn't go anywhere when I found out you were a werewolf, then I am not going to go anywhere just because of your scars. I don't care about what's on your skin, I care what's underneath. I love you for who you are, and your scars don't change that," you assured him.

He let you take his hand and raise it to your lips.

"I love you," he croaked, tears brimming in his eyes.

"I love you more."

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Written by Charlotte.