Multifandom Oneshots

Remus Lupin x Reader

"Excuse me?" The Gryffindor says. He doesn't say it unkindly, but he doesn't say it particularly kindly either.
You're sitting on the ground in a secluded hallway. You look up, trying to work up a look of disdain.
You don't have the energy to pretend anyways. Who cares about House rivalries?
Not you.
Not now.
"What, werewolf?" You ask. The werewolf thing was merely a rumor, but you say it anyways.
He gives a shocked expression but it quickly drops to one of indifference. "Why are you on the ground?" He asks in the same tone, a bit colder now.
"Just thought it looked soft." You say sarcastically. "Sod off, if you don't mind."
"Fine." He says, dropping something beside you and turning away.
You look down to see a chocolate bar.
"Lupin." You say, your voice cracking.
He turns around.
"I guess maybe I wouldn't mind the company."
He comes back and sits beside you, leaning his back against the wall.
"I didn't mean to insult you." You say quietly, looking down at your books.
"When did you insult me?" He asks casually, not sounding angry.
"I called you a werewolf."
"Oh." He said, then, after a while, added, "It's fine."
"Why are you being so nice to me?" You look over at him.
He shrugs, looking ahead. "You looked unhappy."
"I'm Slytherin."
"Yes, I'm aware. I'm Gryffindor."
"Are we allowed to... fraternize?"
"I don't generally follow the rules." He shrugs again.
"That, werewolf, is bullshit. You follow the rules. Your little possey doesn't."
He laughs a bit. "Somebody has to be the logical one."
You smile. "Okay, Lupin. Well, I have a proposal."
"I'm listening." He looks at you.
"How about we split this candy bar, and then we'll sneak out to Hogsmaede, and you can be the rule-breaker, and I'll be the logical one?"
"How do you suggest we sneak out to Hogsmaede?"
"Like you don't know."
He smiles. "That sounds wonderful, Slytherin." He stands up. "You eat the candy bar, and tomorrow we'll go to Hogsmaede. Sound good?"
"All right, werewolf. Only because I don't like to share chocolate."

"Where're you going, mate?" James asks the next morning.
"Nowhere." Remus says as he's standing up from the table. He gives you a smile from across the room.
"Shit!" Sirius chokes on his drink. "A Slytherin? Damn, Moony."
"Shut up, Black. It's not what you think--"
"I'm telling you, mate. Once I hooked up with a Slytherin--"
A chorus of "No!"s sounds from the Gryffindor table and James claps a hand over Sirius' mouth.
"We're just going to Hogsmaede, mate. Chill out." Remus rolls his eyes and walks away, but he's smiling.
"Hi." You smile.
"Hey."
"So, how do we get out of here?"
"Come on." He grins, leading you away by the hand.
"Well, what shall we do?" You ask with a smile.
"Anything?" He smirks.
"Anything." You agree.
"Dance in the rain with me."
"Oh, Merlin. Not that."
"You said anything." He gives puppy dog eyes.
"I did say anything." You sigh, because how can you say no? "All right, lets dance in the rain." You agree, grinning and pulling him out into the rain.
Witches and wizards walking past give you strange looks, but you ignore them. Some smile. A shop owner even plays the radio for you.
You put your arms around his neck. "Kiss me, Remus Lupin."
He kisses you.
You kissed a Gryffindor.
What would your father say?
He pulls back. "I'm a werewolf." He blurts out clumsily.
"Kiss me anyways."
And so he kisses you again.
You kissed a werewolf.
What would your father say about that?
It doesn't matter.
You kiss him back.

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