Part 1
Remus Lupin was your boyfriend for more than half a year now. He was shy to admit at first, but finally just as your final year has begun, he admitted he likes you and well, (y/n) likes him too. Rest is history. But that's the problem, he was (y/n)'s boyfriend. So, everything was in the past. (Y/n) would have loved to be with Remus still but the boy pretended she never existed after one night. He pretended not to have loved you. He pretended not to have held you. He pretended not to miss you. But is he really pretending? (Y/n) thinks, maybe, he didn't love her, after all. He is cold, that's for sure, which looks really out of character as he used to be her source of warmth on a rainy and snowy day; actually, he's just her source of warmth all year-round, even when they weren't even together yet.
Now, she was absolutely clueless as to what happened to them. He didn't even have the guts to break things up. He just got up one day and started making sure they don't interact in anyway, possible. At first, (y/n) was hurt. I mean, she's still hurt but now, she's both hurt and angry. She knows she doesn't deserve this but what can she do? She can't get answers because the boy who holds them won't give her a time of his day. Sirius, James and Peter, who were also her friends, wouldn't look at her either. It's like she killed all the joy in their lives. She tried to talk to them, mostly to Remus, but she was hurt more than ever. Somehow, she still wonders if the boy she loves and the boy who loved her back is still underneath that cold exterior he's using after that one fateful night.
Finally, giving up, (y/n) closes her book and huffs loudly. No one is around to shush her as she's the only one left in the library. She absentmindedly scratches her scars on her left arm; scars she didn't know where she got from.
The homework has been hard but what's harder is keeping Remus Lupin out of her mind. She pep talks herself all the time that Remus does not think one single thought of her but here she's going. All she could think of is him. It has been two months but she still wonders and thinks of all the what if's and what happened. Sighing, (y/n) arranges her things, puts them in her bag and leaves quietly. She didn't really want to get in trouble for this. When she'd have a difficult homework, usually, Remus would stay with her and help her finish it so they didn't have to stay this late but now with Remus gone, she'd –
Stop fucking thinking about him, (y/n)!!
(Y/n) can't really help it. If she's not doing anything physically, best believe, her mind's running with all thoughts of a Gryffindor Prefect.
Mentally scolding herself, she makes her way around corridors to the Hufflepuff common room.
"You there, stop," suddenly says an all too familiar voice from behind her.
She immediately halts and turns. Maybe, with them all alone like this, she could ask her the questions she'd been dying to ask.
Remus is surprised to see that the girl he called turned out to be (y/n). It was his time to do his Prefect duties and out of all the people he could bump into in the middle of the night, he hoped against hope it wouldn't be his ex-girlfriend. Unfortunately, the heavens seem to be against him today.
Trying not to hold a conversation, he simply says, "Go back to your common room." He planned on removing ten points from Hufflepuff but that would mean more time together and more words spoken between them. Don't get him wrong, he wanted that. He wants that, but maybe, in another lifetime, when he's not a werewolf and he doesn't hurt the people he loves.
"That was the original plan," (y/n) retaliates but seeing Remus turning his back on her, she yells, "wait!"
Remus stops for a second but continues walking towards Merlin-knows-where. This is a perfect time to ask him whatever she wanted so she runs and grabs Remus' forearm to stop him.
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Moony & Padfoot One Shot Imagines
RomanceRemus Lupin and Sirius Black imagines during the Marauders' Era. Characters do not belong to me in anyway. Credits to JK Rowling for all characters I've featured. (unedited)