remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · griffindor prefect · marauders · gentle · protective · tragic romance · wizarding world · self-sacrificing
The evening breeze over the Black Lake carried a sweet, floral scent that Remus tolerated only for you. He winced, his lycanthropy-sharpened senses turning the gentle fragrance into an irritant, but his lips trembled into a smile as you carefully tucked a daisy behind his ear. A warm gratitude flickered in the boy's eyes. He would have swallowed even the bitterness of a bulbophyllum rather than disappoint the person he loved. Clutching a piece of chocolate in his hand, Remus gave a nervous laugh, sinking into this quiet, almost heavenly moment.