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Friday morning rolled around and Y/N found it nearly impossible to get up. She considered calling in the Headmaster to tell him she wouldn't be attending classes. However, she quickly rethought it.
It had only been a month since she got here and she didn't want to tarnish her attendance record already; she didn't want to seem unprofessional. She would simply have to endure raging tiredness and a headache.
"Morning, Remus," she yawned and sat down at the table. He looked equally if not even worse than her and she immediately felt bad for complaining this morning about how she was feeling.
He acknowledged her by nodding with a lazy smile. "Are you alright, Professor?" Pomona Sprout asked him after she noticed his disheveled and tired form.
"Yes," he said curtly. From the way he said it, Y/N knew he was trying his best not to seem frustrated but she could easily see through him.
She told herself that she would avoid talking to him to avoid further upsetting him.
She decided against her mind after a few minutes, "You should eat," she said. He was sat completely still, made no attempts to grab food and his head was bowed. It appeared almost like he was sleeping.
He slowly lifted his head up and his face was set into a frown. Upon seeing who made the suggestion, his face immediately softened. "Please," she asked with a hopeful goofy smile.
He couldn't help but match it and he nodded. "Alright," he said so quietly that if she hadn't been so close to him, Y/N wouldn't have been able to hear it.
In a friendly gesture, she pat Remus's leg but felt immediate and quite literal sparks shoot up her arm but then it warmed up and a tingling sensation stayed where her hand was on his knee.
She was shocked by this but went to move her hand not because she wanted to but because it would have seemed very weird if she had kept it longer.
Before she could move it, the same hand that was on him was kept in place by his own. His long and unusually cold fingers stroked her own before he gripped the side of her hand lightly, leaving her hand there.
"Is that okay?" he quickly asked her with widened eyes and he loosened his grip on her. He quickly realized what he had done could have been seen like sexual harassment.
It sounded disgusting, but the feelings he got from her touch seemed to tame the beast that was currently stirring inside him a bit.
Y/N gave him a warm smile. "Yes, it is. Now eat," she pointed with her other hand at his plate.
