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She was rambling. Y/N knew she was rambling: she always did when she was passionate. Normally she'd have quietened by now, but that twinkling look in the smile of Remus's honey-like eyes implored her to keep going. Not a hint of boredom in those endless pools of gold.
She felt her heart flutter like a butterfly taking flight for the first time, temporarily losing her thoughts, before continuing with a contented grin. Nobody let her talk like this, not without only half-listening. But Remus was watching her so carefully, with so much love in his gaze, and hanging onto her every word. Like she was a poet and him blindly following her every line. Like he was in awe of everything that she was. He never took his eyes away from her, never once looked anything less than captivated by everything she was saying.
She only stopped talking when she had nothing left to say, and Remus looked more disappointed than relieved - unlike Sirius or James, who much preferred to be talking than listening. Remus gave her hands a gentle squeeze, and Y/N felt like he had set her alight with bolts of electric love. "You didn't have to." She said, but she knew that Remus understood what she was really saying : thank you for listening to me.
"I wanted to, I love your voice." Remus lifted Y/N's hand to his lip, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, and still not once breaking his hypnotic gaze on her eyes.
If this was love, Y/N wanted to capture it in a bottle and get drunk on it. She wanted to paint it onto the sky. She wanted to put it under her pillow at night to fill her dreams. She wanted to tint the glow of the lamps with it. If she was ever not illuminated with the lightness of love in her chest and her head and the spring in her step, Y/N never wanted to live again. How could anyone live without love? It fuelled her every step, it woke her up in the mornings, it was the very thing that made Snape's insults and the coolness of Regulus Black bearable.
And the fact that Remus Lupin, boy of scars, was that very source of her elixir, well, that was just a bonus. He may have been a boy of scars, but Y/N believed he had been carved from sunlight itself. With his electric grin and glinting eyes and honey hair and delicate hands, how could he be anything but pure heavenly radiance?
It was that voice of music that pulled her from her lovesick thoughts and back into the reality that was the warmth of his arms. "You ready to go to bed?" He was asking, but Y/N knew she'd agree no matter what he suggested.
The setting of the sun had cast a dark orange glow over the room, and Remus looked as if he'd been sculpted from gold. His skin was a smooth tan colour and his hair shone copper and his lips were rouge and all Y/N could think was that he looked perfect. His fingers danced over her knuckles as she nodded in response, trailing hot sparks wherever they left their untraceable mark.
Everything felt like some kind of hazy dream as Remus led her by those pretty hands to his dormroom, where the other boys already lay asleep. There was a beautiful kind of silence enveloping them as they climbed under the sheets and Remus wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist. The kind of silence that said everything. The kind of silence that is so precious and rare that when you experience it, you never want it to end. The kind of silence that held you and eased all your tensions and your worries and left you feeling like you were in some kind of heaven.
If this was heaven, Remus was the favoured angel, with his sunlight curls and warm eyes. And Y/N felt like a guest of honour, not meant to stay there permanently, and hooked on its brilliant allure like a human to a faerie dance. She wasn't worthy to be in the presence of such perfection, but it didn't stop her craving every drop of the sweet nectar that was Remus Lupin.
He smelt of lavender and old books and tea as he pulled her closer to his body. It wrapped itself around Y/N like her favourite blanket and warmed her to her core. She couldn't understand how she'd gotten this lucky, to be able to call Remus Lupin, boy of sunlight, hers. And yet, she wouldn't change a single thing.
Yet as much as she wanted to stay awake to enjoy every wonderful, cherished moment, Y/N felt herself drifting to sleep in the comfort of Remus's arms, lulled into sweet, sweet dreams with an echo of a smile on her face.