Ad Infinitum (Remus Lupin X Reader)

XXXIV • Novitas

XXXIV • Novitas • Novelty

When I first awoke, I didn't remember where I was. With my eyes still shut, I thought back to the day before, remembering fighting with Remus.

And then he had kissed me and I had spent the night in his room. My eyes fluttered open.

"Goodmorning," Remus mumbled. I looked at his face and found his eyes on mine, still heavy with sleep.

I nodded my head tiredly and nuzzled my head under his chin.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"Mhm," I said and sighed, relaxing into his touch.

Remus didn't respond, but let his hand rest on the back of my head, slowly running his fingers through my hair.

"What time is it?" I asked after a couple of minutes.

"Early," he said.

I frowned and sat up, fumbling around his nightstand to find my wand.

"Where're you going?" he asked.

"I have to get ready," I said and stood up, searching for my robes. "Where are my robes?"

"On your desk, I think," he said, sitting up. "Can't you stay here a little longer?"

"I want to take a shower," I said.

"You can use mine," he said.

"Well, I need new clothes."

"I can get you some," he said.

"No, it's fine," I said and lingered by his bedroom door. "I'd prefer to use my shower. You know, with my soap and everything. We can meet at breakfast though."

"Sure," he said and frowned as I cracked his door open.

"It's just the seventh years today, right?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"I guess I'll see you in a bit, then?"

Remus nodded and I slipped out of his bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I grabbed my robes and left quickly, pulling them over my shoulders. Once I was in my room, I let out a deep breath.

I needed to think. Impulsiveness was a fool's endeavor. I couldn't accept what had happened with Remus so quickly, not when he changed his mind as often as he did. I couldn't treat the previous night as his decision. For all I knew, he would treat me like I didn't exist.

I stripped my clothes off and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water run over my face. My eyes felt puffy from crying the day before.

Crying because of Remus. Kissing me didn't erase everything else he did. I had to remember that.

I sighed and washed my hair, trying to stop my racing thoughts.

It had been nice to share a bed with him. Remus was definitely a cuddler, which I appreciated.

But if he changed his mind, I would be upset. Less so if I doubted it from the beginning, which is what I was trying to do. I couldn't set my hopes high. That way, I wouldn't be as disappointed if he decided he didn't want me again.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I got dressed slowly, not wanting to go to breakfast. My stomach was flipping enough to destroy my appetite.

Once I was ready and could find no other reason to procrastinate, I started down to the Great Hall, walking slowly and letting my mind wander.

Procrastinate, from the Latin word procrastinat, meaning 'deferred till the morning', from the verb procrastinare. Pro: 'forward' and crastinus: 'belonging to tomorrow'.