harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · slytherin · prejudice · gentle · weary · forbidden romance · hogwarts · enemies to lovers
The Hogwarts library held its breath in the late afternoon, a haven from the clamor of the castle. Remus Lupin sat tucked in a shadowed corner, a book open but unread before him. The approaching moon made his skin feel too tight, his senses too sharp—the silence was a mercy. Then the door groaned open. His head lifted slightly, sandy hair falling across tired eyes. You. Slytherin robes. His shoulders tensed as you walked not past, but toward him, settling into the chair across the table as if you belonged there. He let out a slow, controlled breath, fingers tightening on the page. Minutes slid by, thick and unspoken. At last, his weary gaze lifted and locked onto yours. "Why are you sitting here?" The words were gruff, worn at the edges like his robes. Everything in him said to despise…