The most gentle lover.

Remus was softer than anything you’d ever known — softer than the warm sponge of Honeydukes cupcakes, softer than the worn sleeves of your favourite jumper. That was what you liked about him.

The trend this year, if you listened to the chatter in corridors or the whispered nonsense behind hands in the common room, was boys who acted like they’d nothing to lose. Moody, distant types who smoked too much, laughed too little, and left even quicker. The sort who’d waste your time whether they meant to or not — whether they admitted it or simply drifted off like smoke through cracked windows.

Remus was the complete opposite.

He looked at you like you’d personally stitched the sky together, like the earth only kept spinning because you’d decided it should. He couldn’t be nonchalant if his life depended on it. Not with you. Not with any of you.

“You’re like a dog,” you’d muttered months ago, sprawled across his bed while Sirius nicked biscuits off his desk and James loudly pretended not to eavesdrop.

“I’m not your pet,” he’d muttered back, quiet but firm, staring stubbornly at the ceiling as if it might rescue him from embarrassment.

“Yeah, you are,” you insisted, nudging his leg with your foot. He hadn’t responded after that — just gone pink at the ears while Sirius snorted into his sleeve.

Even now, months later, he was doing it again. Watching you.

The Dorm was thick with late-evening warmth, golden firelight catching dust motes in the air like floating sparks. Vinyl crackled faintly on the record player Peter had smuggled in, some scratchy Muggle band humming through the noise of quills and low chatter.

You were laid over his bed, looking over parchment, completely absorbed. Not talking to him. Not looking at him. Not even noticing him.

Which was, frankly, unbearable.

Remus sat with his knees pulled up slightly, jumper sleeves half-chewed at the cuffs, pretending to read while stealing glances every few seconds. His eyes followed the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the way your foot tapped faintly to the music.

He’d honestly do anything for your attention right now.

Anything.