A/N: For Astronomy

Mandatory Prompt: Write a Romance

Optional Prompts: Failure, meaning, teacher, night, chemistry, disease, soup.

"Sir?" you say hesitantly, even though you want to run into his arms, he is still your teacher. His head turns towards you, in order to acknowledge your presence, yet he makes no sound. So you stand still, the butterflies fighting against your stomach threatening to overturn the soup you just ate for dinner. Finally, as if you have been waiting years for this moment he turns and smiles at you, and in moments the butterflies leave your stomach and you feel relaxed.

"I didn't know you would be up here," he lies, because everyone knows this is where you spend most of your time, up in the Astronomy Tower, the stars at night have the ability to trick you into believing you are not nearly as much a failure as you lead yourself to believe.

"What brings you here?" you ask trying desperately to seem casual as your heart beats out of your chest. He is standing closer than you have ever seen him before, and he is as good looking as ever, he is Remus Lupin for heaven's sake. Each scar and scratch against his features is powerful in the moonlight; it easily makes him more attractive.

"A combination of curiosity and self-confidence rearing it's head," he says softly looking out of the moonlit grounds. You feel confident now, hoping that his confidence is emanating from you. So you step forward, standing next to him looking over the grounds, your hands placed strategically on the railing.

"It is really beautiful up here, especially when the moon is almost full," you say peacefully starring over the grounds. "It is a lot better when you have company," you bravely admit. "I am still your teacher," he says softly edging his hand close to yours, you can feel the energy of your hands arching to be pushed together, but you will not startle him for your own pleasure. Your chemistry is undeniable and your urge to kiss him is intense, so you take a quick peek at him making your cheeks blush a hot red.

"I am not asking for anything," you lire, because you are asking for something, you are screaming for him to touch you, for him to kiss you, for him to admit he is there because he was desperate to see you. You want him to admit he has the disease of loving a student and that is you. But you don't admit that, because it would not be fair, you want him to admit these things on his own.

"Katie," he mumbles softly, you inch your hand the small distance it takes to touch his, reminding yourself you are not asking for anything. You both stare silently into the distance watching animals fly out of the forest and the comical communication between nocturnal animals.

"I am not asking for much," you confess finally looking over at Remus who you now realise has been starring at you.

"What do you want," he asks a question you have been practically begging to hear.

"You," you say softly while curling your fingers in his.

"I have a role to play in this school, I am here to teach, and you are here to be taught Miss Bell," he says not letting go of your hand. Suddenly bravery takes over you, what could possibly go wrong. So you sit up on the railing so you are staring at him.

"Then teach me," you flirt, and because it is the dead of the night, and because the Astronomy tower is a place of acceptance not ridicule, you win. He moves closer unable to fight you anymore and the kiss you share is so intense you are momentarily afraid you will fall backwards off the railing. Then he snakes his hand around you, and you are once again safe, because that is exactly how Remus makes you feel, safe and wanted, unlike anything else in this world.