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It had been your sixth year at Hogwarts, you’d been on the Griffendoor quidditch team for about a year now.
It was honestly a miracle you’d gotten on the team in the first place, it wasn't like you were popular throughout your school years, usually preferring to keep to yourself, but somehow, after trying out on a whim, you had made it as the team’s seeker.
You always tried your best, but this was the first time you really got any sort of recognition.
During the Griffendoor and Ravenclaw match, with the latter in the lead, the game seemed grim. Neck and neck with the other teams seeker, your eyes locked on the snitch, you reached.
You heard the cheers of the crowd before you realized the feeling of the small, round object in your palm.
Next thing you knew, you were being applauded in the Griffendoor common room, classmates already shoving drinks in your hands.
It was all so exciting, you think, but if you’re being honest, it was a little overwhelming. Faces smiled at you when you looked at them, pretty girls who would have snickered at you mere days ago were trying to get in on a bit of the second hand popularity. But it was all so fake.
You tried to have as much fun as you could. It’s not like you hadn’t attended these kinds of parties before. Downing a few drinks, each handed to you by people you could barely hear over the blasting music. A few more drinks can't hurt, you think as you accept more.
Once the attention of you sort of died down you needed to get a little air. The alcohol, cigarettes and hormonal teens made the air feel too stuffy.
You crossed the room towards the balcony, pushing the door open and slipping out, a sense of relief washing over you like the cool air on your face. You sigh. This was better.
But your sense of temporary sanctuary was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Oh, sorry. Didn't think anyone was out here.” You say as your eyes find the figure that made the noise.
The boy was leaning against the railing, cigarette between his fingers. You had recognized him, he’d been in many of your classes since year one. His skin dusted in freckles and decorated by scars that piqued your curiosity.
“S’alright. Congratulations by the way. On the win I mean”
“Thanks.” you paused “I know you, right? Aren’t we in the same potions class?” You ask like you didn't already know the answer to that. Of course he was in your class. You had always been intrigued by the boy, like a puzzle waiting to be solved. And you loved puzzles. “Remus right?”
“That’d be me. And you’d be y/n, though I think everyone here knows who you are after today”
“I highly doubt that.”
“No way, you’re like the new Griffendoor superstar.”
A scoff, but the rhythm of the banter kept the smile plastered to your face.
“Maybe for a night. Though I think most of them just want any excuse to get shit faced”
You look back to the party but your attention is quickly drawn back to the sound of a chuckle.
“You know, I don't think I’ve ever heard you talk in class”
“Like you’re some sort of chatter box? Though I think your friends compensate for that.” You look back once again to the party, James and Sirius encouraging a group of fourth years to play some nonsensical drinking game they came up with. You had known the marauders. Everyone did. That they made sure of.
“Just ignore them. They’re a load of idiots.” he said with no real bite to his words.
You take a step forward, leaning against the railing alongside Remus. You watch as he brings the cigarette up to his lips, letting the exhaled smoke catch in the breeze. His head turned to you, giving you a better look at his face, highlighted by the moonlight. His hand moved closer to you, offering you the cigarette.
“Oh, I don't know. I don't really smoke.”
“Come on, man, just try it. What's the worst that can happen?”
Fuck it. Your fingers brush his as you take the cigarette from his hand. You bring it up to your lips, putting them on the same place his were mere moments ago. You can feel his soft gaze on you as you as you take a breath in. Not even a moment later the cigarette leaves your lips as you cough.
Remus laughs and pats you on the back, His hand gently patting your back.
“You really don't smoke. It’s alright. It gets easier.”
You hand back the cigarette after you’re done with your mini coughing fit, still trying to keep some semblance of a cool facade.
“Guess the Griffendoor hotshot does have some weaknesses.” he teased.
“Oh fuck off” You nudge him with your elbow, catching yourself grinning ear to ear.
It was refreshing how fast the two of you seemed to connect. Like lifelong friends catching up after years apart instead of two slightly tipsy teenagers out on a balcony instead of inside partying. You honestly hadn’t felt this way in a long time, if ever. Remus was first to break the comfortable silence.
“So how's it feel?”
“How does what feel?” You’re slightly caught off guard.
“The attention. Having half the school cheering your name.”
“Really, If im being completely honest, it’s not all that it’s made out to be,” you confess. “It was amazing at first, back on the field. But all the eyes, it’s all just a lot.”
“What about just a few eyes?” He moves closer, his gaze still gentle but heavy.
“I’d like that.” You inch closer.
You can smell the smoke off his breath, and you’re sure he can smell the cheap beer off yours as your hand finds the side of his face. You can feel the rising heat in his cheeks against the palm of your hand. After a moment, making sure Remus had ample opportunity to back out, you leaned in.
Your head spun as you found the courage to kiss him. It was gentle and innocent, like testing the waters. But your hesitance was only met with enthusiasm. Something you could never have dreamed of like this.
His hand tangled itself in your hair, pushing your head closer to deepen the kiss. His free hand grasped your waist, resting dangerously close to the dip in your lower back.
The whole outside world seemed to fade. Your focus fully concentrated on Remus, and his on you. The faint music seeps through the door, but you couldn't care less.