remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · protective · possessive · touch starved · witty · oblivious · romance
The Gryffindor common room hummed with the chaotic energy of the Marauders deep in conspiracy. Remus leaned against the sofa, a soft laugh escaping him as Sirius described something particularly outrageous. Then the portrait hole swung open. His head turned, and the world narrowed. There you were. His best friend since the train on the very first day—the one steady point in his turbulent life. The background noise of the room faded into a distant murmur. Everyone present could feel the electric current of understanding passing between you. The secret was an open one: Remus loved you, and you loved him. But you were both tragically, stubbornly blind to it, letting the sweet, heavy tension coil tighter, waiting for the slightest touch to set it alight.