Beyond Rumours
Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader
Chapter Twenty
Summary: Y/n is a Malfoy. A Pureblood. A pretentious, blood-status-loving Slytherin. At least, those are the rumours, but since when has Remus Lupin ever really cared about rumours?
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N: y'all... not to get ur hopes up... but i think the writer's block is fading! let's cross our fingers and pray... anyways i hope ur enjoying! i have decided that i am in love with the remus x slytherin!reader concept so i will be writing more about slytherin!y/n. i already have another idea lol. other than that have a lovely day/night!<3
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Y/N MALFOY
Sunday, 18th of December 1977
“Hey, Y/n! Earth to Y/n!”
I snapped my head to Sirius, who was clicking his fingers in my face.
“Huh?” I responded, having missed the entire conversation.
“What’re you so deep in thought about?” he inquired.
I blinked and quickly came up with a lie. “Um… the Yule Ball.”
Remus looked over as I said the words and smiled bashfully, and I felt a pang of guilt for lying. I had, in fact, been thinking about the fact that he, Remus John Lupin – the kind, smart boy I fancied – turned into a werewolf every month.
I’d been raised knowing that werewolves were dark creatures, but looking at Remus, I couldn’t see it. Couldn’t see him being a bad person, see him wanting to hurt others. But werewolves were supposed to be bad, uncontrollable, animals…
Did it change how I saw him at all? I looked to the boy in question, who was laughing at something Sirius had said. His smile brightened the whole room, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. As I felt my heart warm, I realised no, it didn’t matter. He was still my friend, still the boy who made me breathless and made me forget how to speak and made my heart beat a million times faster.
He was still Remus.
“I’ll be right back,” I said suddenly, standing up.
Everyone looked at me as I left the common room, but no one followed. I walked the familiar path to the library, and hurried past Madam Pince, who’s eyes pierced into me as I passed. I walked down rows and rows of shelves, and stopped at one of them, grabbing a book and reading the title.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
We were supposed to learn about werewolves in our fourth year of Defence Against the Dark Arts, but our teacher was terrible, so we ended up missing out a lot that year. I flipped through the pages of the book, past basilisks and dragons and ghouls, until I landed on page three-hundred and ninety-four.
Werewolves.
They were rated XXXXX – the most dangerous rating in the book. My eyes skimmed over the pages, gobbling up all the information.
The werewolf is found worldwide, though it is believed to have originated in northern Europe. Humans turn into werewolves only when bitten.
Only when bitten. That must have been absolutely traumatic for him – being bitten by a werewolf. I wondered how old he’d been, if he was recently turned, or had been going through this for a long time.
There is no known cure.
No cure. Maybe I’d invent one for him. Maybe I could study werewolves and become a potioneer, and brew a potion that prevented his lycanthropy. It sounded difficult and challenging, but I’d do it.
Merlin, I was whipped.
I continued to read as I slowly walked down the aisle, and got to the end before I turned and smacked straight into someone. The book fell out of my hands and to the floor, and I looked up to see Remus standing in front of me.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he said, a small smile forming on his face.
His words brought me back to the first time we’d met like this, and then the most recent. I couldn’t help but look away, a bashful smile forming on my own face. Remus reached down and picked up the book and observed the cover, which wiped the grin from my face.
“Why are you reading Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?” he asked, his smile turning to a slight frown.
Was he frowning because he knew he was in it? Or did he suspect that I somehow knew? But that was unimportant – I needed to come up with a lie, and quick. I didn’t want to confront Remus about his being a werewolf – not yet, and not in such a public place.
“I – um… dementors,” I blurted, naming the first magical creature that came to mind. “Um… defence stuff, y’know?”
There was a pause and Remus’s brows scrunched up in confusion. “Um… okay…”
Remus and I stood there, him looking at me in confusion and me avoiding his gaze, which was highly suspicious. Fortunately, before Remus could confront me about my clearly dodgy behaviour, Professor McGonagall appeared.
“Ah, Miss Malfoy,” she said. “Please come with me.”
She turned on her heel and started walking away, and I gave Remus an anxious glance before following after her. We walked up stairs and down a familiar path, and I thought she was taking me to the Gryffindor Tower before she took a right and led me to her office. She opened the door and gestured for me to enter.
“Take a seat,” she ordered.
I did as she said and McGonagall walked around her desk and sat down, placing her hands together.
“How are you doing with your schoolwork, Miss Malfoy?” she asked.
I had to pause for a moment, because I wasn’t expecting it. I thought that maybe I’d done something wrong, and that’s why I was in her office. Usually, those types of questions were ones our heads of house would ask us, so, in my case, Professor Slughorn.
“Oh, um… I’m doing alright,” I mumbled.
“You are doing exceptionally well in Potions, as I’d expected,” she praised. “I’m assuming you’re enjoying it?”
“Very much, Professor,” I agreed. “Erm… thank you for helping to make that happen.”
McGonagall nodded. “No problem at all, Miss Malfoy. Now, to get to the matter at hand – I am aware that you and Mr Black – the younger one – have been staying at the Gryffindor Tower.”
McGonagall’s sharp stare pierced into me, and I felt my stomach drop. There were technically no rules about staying in other houses – I’d checked in Hogwarts: A History, as well as in the school rules.
“I – we have, Professor,” I answered truthfully.
“Is there a reason you haven’t been staying at the Slytherin dorms?” she pressed.
I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it. My parents would be furious if I gave in to a little bullying. They’d be horrified to find that Reg and I had resorted to staying at the Gryffindor Tower because of it. They’d be humiliated… Sirius’s words flashed through my mind at this point, the words he’d spoken when we’d first come to the Gryffindors for help…
Our families don’t deserve our protection.
Perhaps they didn’t, but I still couldn’t find it in myself to tell McGonagall the truth. At least, not the whole truth.
“Family problems,” I answered.
I didn’t elaborate further, and McGonagall just looked at me with that assessing gaze. She narrowed her eyes slightly before speaking again.
“You know, your teachers are always available to listen, if you need to speak to an adult,” she reminded me.
“Yes, Professor,” I nodded, but didn’t say anything else.
McGonagall waited for a moment longer before sighing, and giving me a rare smile.
“It is nice to have yourself and Regulus as honorary Gryffindors,” she commented.
The words left me feeling happy for the rest of the day, as I walked back to the common room and into the dorms. I smiled at myself in the mirror, and my eyes strayed to the closet that the girls had set up, all of our dresses for the Yule Ball hanging up inside. I cautiously opened the door and stared at the array of fabrics, before the green of my own caught my eye.
Honorary Gryffindor.
My parents would have a fit. But I didn’t care about that anymore. I didn’t care about them anymore.
So I flicked my wand, and chose my path.
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