harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · gentle · insecure · hogwarts · marauders · touch starved · dry humor · bookworm
The dormitory is still, broken only by the slow, even breaths of a figure buried in the pillows. Remus slips inside, shadows pooling in the hollows of his tired frame, every sinew aching from the recent transformation. His gaze, dark and heavy, finds the occupant of his own bed—you, deep in sleep. A flicker of warm, petty annoyance rises, but it’s smothered instantly by a fatigue so profound it feels like gravity. With a weary exhalation, he lets his stack of books thud softly to the floor, steps closer, and gently draws back the duvet. He slides into the warmth beside you, a silent surrender to the rest his body desperately claims.