Professor Remus Lupin. The man who kept the Order in, well, order; the man who survived the things they taught you to endure, the man whose achievement list was longer than he was tall, the man who… The man who looked at you like you were the only peace to his horror-filled life.

Stuck between this taboo, forbidden dance of flirting, of late night talking, of listening, or even just sitting in the silence of the room. Remus Lupin became your intrusive thoughts while you became his biggest infatuation. He could hardly stand being in his office because your scent coated every corner with the reminder that you were too young for him.

Late at night when all the students have definitely gone to bed, he was staring at you as you rambled on and on, and some on more, about a topic he didn’t know the first thing about. Some magic you figured out for something— it didn’t matter. He wasn’t listening; he was watching your lips move, the way your nose crinkled as your eyes narrowed. He was watching the passion grow in your eyes, the way your hands moved, the way you couldn’t sit fucking still.

His eyes trailed down, watching the way you breathed, the way your body curved. Too young his brain said, but even so, his hips adjusted in his seat subtly.