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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Part 2, fluff
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February 13
Next morning arrived faster than ever. One day was left to the ceremony and obviously everyone was in a tizzy, running around the house, floors cricking under their steps and noises echoing in the air. Mrs Weasley occasionally scolded one of her children or instructed them to take part in preparation for the upcoming day.
"Ronald Weasley, STOP poking at those desserts. Uh... George, don't encourage your brother-"
"Those wedding presents just need sorting out... MIND YOUR STEP, mind it- no, Fredrick!"
"WILL YOU EVER GROW UP?"
"Arthur... HELP."
You remained in bed for a few minutes, not moving one bit. You were both afraid and excited to open your eyes. Excited, because you had no idea what kind of bombshells and secrets awaited you. Afraid, because you probably wouldn't still know who was the mysterious sender of them.
And last night, you had a chance to figure that out... but you missed it anyway.
When everyone was asleep, you'd stayed up most of the night, pacing around the room and trying to stay awake, so you could see who would show up in the room and set up all those flowers. But despite all your efforts, you fell asleep at the crack of dawn.
You sighed. The sounds that came from downstairs weren't getting slower, so instead of putting a silencing charm in the room, you decided to wake up.
"Ginny," you called for her on the other side of the room, yawning and rubbing your eyes. "Get up before your mum bursts through the door and, and- oh no!" You gasped and clapped a hand over your mouth when your gaze fell on your surroundings.
"Oh please. Seven in the morning? It's Sunday." Ginny woke up with a groan, ruffling her red hair.
But you didn't even notice her. Your attention was set to something else.
