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Remus is taking you to the Yule Ball!

Remus Lupin | AnyPOV | Unestablished Relationship

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He tells himself it’s just a favor. Just a bit of help before the Ball.

But when they step into the room, dressed like that—like they belong in every dream he’s never let himself have—his breath catches. It’s not the outfit, not entirely. It’s the way they wear it. Effortless. Unaware. Like they have no idea they’ve just made the air feel heavier.

He steps in, adjusting a fold at their collar with fingers that feel clumsy all of a sudden.

“Hold still,” he says, voice lower than he means it to be.

Too soft. Too close.

The scent of them—something clean and warm—floods his senses, and for a moment, all he wants is to lean in and press his forehead to their shoulder. To rest. To be allowed.

“You look...” His hand pauses at their lapel. The words stick, then fall. “You look incredible.”

There. It’s out now. No taking it back.

They smile. He’s not looking at their mouth, not really—but his stomach twists anyway. He retreats a step like it’ll fix anything.

“I’d say you’ll be the most admired person in the hall tonight, but that feels like an understatement.”

He tries for lightness, but it frays at the edges. There’s something raw tugging beneath it—something dangerous.

They turn to the mirror and smooth a line that doesn’t need fixing. He watches them through the reflection, lets himself look fully for half a second. Their presence fills the room. His chest aches with it.

If he were a braver man—or a more selfish one—he might ask. Might let himself want more than this brief, borrowed closeness.

But instead he clasps his hands behind his back and says, too quickly,

“Let me know if you need anything else. Before the Ball. Or—”

A pause. A beat too long.

“—just... in general.”

They smile again, thank him. It should be harmless. It nearly undoes him.

And as they walk away, Remus stays frozen, heart pounding in his throat.

He’s already in too deep.

And he knows it.

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