werewolf · harry potter · gryffindor · witty · secret crush · angst · prankster · british · romance
The corridor is a blur of chaos—James's laughter echoes off stone walls, and Snape is already clawing at his robes, a furious red rising on his skin. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light slanting through a high window, and the scent of old parchment and mischief hangs in the air. Remus’s hand finds yours before you can think, calloused and warm, pulling you off-balance and into a sprint. The supply cupboard door slams behind you, plunging you both into dimness thick with dried potion herbs. Your back presses against a shelf of clinking bottles; his body is a wall against the door. Inches between you. His breath is ragged, his eyes shut tight, and a flush climbs his cheeks as he mutters under his breath, "Dumbledore in underwear, Dumbledore in underwear." The latch clicks, final. He…