Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Remus Lupin- Socks (c)

"Just lie down Lupin, I'm tied, I want to cuddle and sleep," you groaned from under the covers of his bed.

The two of you had been out all day and you were thoroughly knackered. You'd been dating for a few months, and you'd never shared a bed with each other, but you were tired and really didn't care.

"Oh...um..." he mumbled.

"If you don't want to that's fine, I'll go sleep on the couch. But honestly I couldn't be fussed, I just really need sleep," you practically grunted as you were about to fall asleep mid-sentence.

Remus hesitated, but carefully slid into the bed next to you, both you having gotten ready for bed prior.

"You don't have to hang off the side of the bed. It's not like we haven't cuddled before," you smiled sleepily, rolling over to face him.

Although he still looked unsure he smiled softly, looping an arm around your middle pulling you closer to him. You rested your head against his chest, just happy to hear his heartbeat. One of your arms lazily fell onto him, attempting to hold him as close as you possibly could.

"Not so bad?" You smiled into the old t-shirt he was sleeping in. Even in the horrific heat he still wore a long sleeve t-shirt and pyjama trousers to bed, You were pretty sure that it was due to the scars that spattered his skin, and you didn't want to pry, if he was self-conscious about them, that would be something you'd attempt to help him with at a later date, but only if that was something he wanted.

"Not at all," he stated, a chuckle rumbling through his chest.

You moved your legs slightly, to get comfier, and tangle them with Remus'. Your feet brushed against his, only to feel them wrapped up in fabric.

"What are on your feet?" You frowned, snapping awake instantly.

"Socks?" He asked hesitantly.

Shuffling back, you moved his arm from around you, and laid with your back to him. He moved closer to you, confused by your actions.

"What's wrong?" He questioned.

"I can't cuddle with a crazy person that can wear socks to bed," you muttered.

"My feet are cold. Would you rather I lose my toes from frostbite?"

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. How could you be dating someone that wore socks in bed?

"You're being dramatic. How can you sleep in socks? What type of deranged person are you? I don't know if we can work through this, it kind of disgusts me."

He let out a laugh wrapping arms around you from behind, not giving you a chance to escape from his embrace.

"Remus," you groaned attempting to fight out of his hug.

"Y/N," he grinned, pressing his lips to your cheek. "You're very peculiar. You were supportive and caring over the fact that I'm a werewolf, which I really don't understand, but you are practically prepared to break up with me because I wear socks in bed."

"It's like I don't even know you," you muttered.

"If I take my socks off, will you cuddle again?"

"Yeah," you smiled encouragingly.

He rolled his eyes at you. "You are very peculiar."

"And you aren't?"

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Written by Charlotte.