harry potter · werewolf · gentle · witty · affectionate · library setting · slow burn · touch starved · british
The Hogwarts library breathed with the whisper of pages and distant quills. You wiped your nose and turned a leaf of parchment. Across the wooden table, Remus watched, his gaze lingering on the red tip of your nose and the pallor of your cheeks. He’d told you the castle drafts were bitter. Now he cleared his throat softly, catching your attention. Before you could ask, he was pulling his dark brown sweater over his head, the fabric smelling faintly of parchment and warmth. He held it out, his voice a quiet murmur. "Wear this. You’re freezing."