Chapter One: Harry's Love Interest
Harry sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, gazing at Remus Lupin-his teacher and crush ever since he met the strange man on the train.
'He's so beautiful,' Harry thought as he stared at the man grading papers. Lupin looked up and caught Harry's gaze. Harry blushed and quickly looked down, continuing on the essay they were working on.
"Harry, may I see you after class?" Lupin whispered as he passed to answer a student's question. Harry nodded silently in agreement, eager to spend quality time with Lupin. Of course he knew that wasn't why his crush had asked to see him.
But he was close. "Harry," Lupin sighed. "I think you are aware of why I have asked you to stay. In case you are confused, I think you've been a bit…distant, shall I say. Answer me this: what is going on in that bright mind of yours?"
Harry gulped and scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Well…" Did Lupin somehow know he was Harry's love interest?
"What are you keeping from me, Harry?" Lupin questioned. He reached up to stroke his student's cheek gently, and without thinking, Harry closed his eyes. He swallowed and looked down, tears in his eyes.
"Should we discuss this over dinner?" Lupin murmured softly. "I'll take you to my favorite restaurant in Hogsmeade."
A tear slipped out of Harry's eye. "Okay," Harry choked. To his surprise, Lupin pulled him into a soft hug.
"Don't cry, Harry," Lupin instructed, wiping Harry's tears away. "Go on to class now. Does Friday here at seven work?"
Harry nodded. All he wanted to do was kiss Lupin breathless. Instead he nodded, hugged Lupin again, and headed off to class.