Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. All rights go to J.K. Rowling.
Written for tigergirl-moonstar
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Remus Lupin was in awe. The man sitting in front of him was easily the male and human form of Aphrodite.
He had on a leather jacket adorned with pins and spikes, black skinny jeans, sparkling clean combat boots and a white tank top. True, Remus had met punks' before, but they were usually rebel fifteen-year-olds with fake piercings and badly done undercuts. But this guy, oh no, this guy was legit.
His lips, ears, and an eyebrow were pierced with fake silver rings, and chains with skeleton skulls hung from his studded black leather belt.
And that wasn't all. He could easily be a model for some fancy fashion magazine like Vogue or Porter. His black hair was shiny and fluffy, but not shiny in a greasy way. The heavens shining down, angels singing, golden sun type of shiny. That kind.
But despite the rest of his perfectionism, the best part had to be his body. Nothing blemished the pale porcelain skin except for one small beauty mark at the top of his eyebrow, and Remus could see strong muscles under the jacket. He was tall, too, a trait Remus admired greatly considering his own pathetic height.
The Adonis looked up from his pamphlet and smirked at Remus, giving the teenager a look at the man's perfectly white teeth.
'Dammit, how can one person be this attractive!'
Remus blushed and looked back down at his book. He had come to terms with his sexuality at the age of eight when he started feeling strange towards another boy in his class. At first, he thought nothing of it, thinking it was normal and everyone liked someone of the same gender at least once, until the age of ten when his dad accidentally flipped to the channel broadcasting the gay pride parade.
"Damn faggots screwing up society. It'll be Beastality next, mark my words."
And Remus, being the curious little boy he was, asked what a 'faggot' was.
"A man who likes another man. It's a disease, boy. Never befriend one. One day you'll be hanging out in his room together, flipping through books. Next thing you know you're on your knees and his cock's in your mouth."
Remus denied it with every ounce of his being. He was already a werewolf, now gay too?
In a way, he almost tried to push back the crushes he had on other boys, and instead kissed girls, went on dates with girls, and pretended to have crushes on girls, but his eyes still roamed over to Brandon Monacarry the sixth year seeker for the Ravenclaw team. It was only during the end of their fourth year that his best friend James Potter cornered him in their dorm and forced him to admit it. Ever since then he had become to accept it (with a lot of reassurances from James that he didn't care about Remus' homosexuality). He still didn't tell his parents, though.
A sharp jerk as the subway stopped brought Remus back to the present.
The man got up and grabbed his sticker-covered guitar case, he had a fucking guitar, and walked off the subway, but not after subtly winking at Remus.
'Oh dear god I just became gayer.'
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Author's Note: I hope I didn't offend anyone! I'm gay myself and hate it when people talk like this, but homophobia was typical for this time period and I try to be as specific as possible.
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