Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money
Warnings: Slash and anorexia nervosa.

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The "Perfect Match Myth", refers to a belief in the wizarding world that for each individual, there is a someone who is quite literally perfect for them. This is said to be an evolutionary instinct, as a 'Perfect match' pairs, have throughout history produced the strongest wizards and witches, due to a perfect combination of magic. Some noted 'perfect match' children are said to be Merlin, Griffindor, Slytherin, and more recently Harry Potter.

However, in the last 100 years, people have leaned away from leaving their love lives in fates hands, and have married lovers and simply hoped for the best, and many times, it does work out.

This does not only apply to wizards and witches, as many dark creatures still rely on this match to pick and choose a mate, as many creatures will only have one chance of love (werewolves, vampires, Veela and so on), and therefore need to rely on their instincts to pick the right person.

There are many known ways of identifying when a person has meet their perfect match. For wizards and witches, there will be an attraction, and a inability to completely rebuff their matches sexual advances. There will be tingling sensations, thoughts of the matched one, a desire to be around them etc. It is much the same for dark creatures, except their sexual urges and instincts will be stronger, and much harder to deny. It has been said that they will never rape their matched, but will use strong sexual advances in an attempt to hurry acceptance and a relationship. The most noted species for this are Veelas and werewolves.

To many, the symptoms described above may apply to any and everyone relationship they have had. There is one thing however, which identifies your perfect match which emerges after your first kiss: You Just Know…

Of course, people don't have to accept and carry on a relationship with their matched….

Dr J Amour 1973, "Love for the Magical" taught at Hogwarts until 1992...

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Severus Snape was sitting at his potions worktop, mindlessly stirring a fresh batch of dreamless sleep potion, staring into space. This was extremely odd for the man, who normally never even took his eyes off whatever concoction he was making. But lately, he found himself unable to concentrate on anything. His mind seemed to be slipping back to the same topic…

'Remus…'

The anger that the honey haired man evoked with his kiss had faded to pure confusion and a strange need to confront the man and settle matters between them. He knew that it was not really a prank. Remus didn't have it in himself to do something that cruel, and since Black was not here, there would have been very little point. Leaving the options that Remus had had a brush with temporary insanity, or generally felt something for the dark haired man.

Severus had very little in way of sexual experience. An ugly child and teen and a death eaters through his mid twenties, had left very little opportunity to sample the delights of the flesh. And when he became a spy and moved back to Hogwarts, tucking into the delicious food in the great hall, he had suddenly realised how repulsively fat he was, and from then on refused to even consider a sexual relationship with anyone. Sex meant being naked after all….

But for some reason, being with Remus yesterday, brought back all the sexual curiosity of his teens as well as the frustration. And a single thought that ran throughout his head creating more questions and more reactions :

'Don't I repulse him?'

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In another part of the castle, in much brighter rooms, sat the resident werewolf spacing out in much a similar way to the potions master. Remus was sitting at his desk, with a pile of unmarked essays in front of him and a quill in his hand. However, Remus had been sitting their in for 2 hours now, and had marked and grand total of none. There was not even any ink on the quill yet. Instead Remus had quite happily allowed his mind to focus on what was quickly becoming an obsession in his life : Severus Snape.

Remus kept replying over and over in his mind, the kiss. He kept recalling how soft Severus's lips were, how warm the man had felt, how he tasted. How fragile he has appeared to be in his arms. And Remus had to keep beating down the urge to storm the dungeons, sweep Severus up in his arms, and confine them both to the bed indefinitely. As much as the sweet, almost chaste kiss meant to him, it only made this beautiful ach for the potions master worse.

Remus vaguely hoped that the Slytherin realised that it was no prank. He still did not know why he did it, but he knew he did not regret it. The slight, crush like feelings he had for Severus yesterday, seemed to have bloomed into full blown adoration, desire, desperation and love for the dark haired man. Remus suddenly did not want to think of his life with out him.

Snapping out of his daze, Remus gave a sigh and began to mark the first of many essays. Within 5 minutes, he was daydreaming again, and writing "Remus for Severus" in a giant heart, all over Crabbes paper…

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Remus sat bolt upright in bed when he heard the catch in his bedroom door lift, and held his breath when Severus Snape crept arrogantly into his room, stepping close to the bed, and the man laying in it. Neither spoke, but Severus slowly undid the ties on his robe, and drop it to the floor in a slither of shadow, leaving Severus nude.

With a growl Remus usually reserved for when he was in wolf form, he pulled the pale man onto the bed, rolling them over so that Remus lay perched on Severus slender hips. The inky hair spilled onto the white pillow, the pale skin glowed , dark eyes glittered. With another growl, Remus lowered himself to the slender throat kissing and nibbling his way down to the collar bone, which received a harder bite, marking the skin and causing Severus to arch his back and gasp, tangling those beautiful hands in his hair. Releasing his throat, Remus travelled his way down the slender torso, raising moans and whimpers when he teased the nipples into pebbles while Severus allowed his hands to roam the Gryffindors back. At the instant hands cue, he continued his descent down Severus's stomach licking and kissing at the soft skin, basking in the moans mewls and growls of the other man. Deciding to tease, Remus abandoned his task and raised his lips to Severus's, intending to claim his second kiss-

It was at that point that Remus fell out of bed and woke up. Sitting in a tangle of sheets on the floor, he gasped at the memory of the dream, and made a mental vow to talk to Severus tomorrow. Giving a disappointed sigh, and a hopeful glance to his door, Remus climbed back into bed, and tried in vain to sleep.

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Never in his life had Severus felt so good. Remus's hands were caressing his body as if it were the finest glass, his lips roaming his neck, trailing fire directly from his neck to his groin. He gave a gasp when Remus bit harder, and tangled his hands in the others hair, not wanting to lose the sensation. He felt the soft lips curl up into a smile, and gentle hands begin to slip off his baggy robe and to tug at the buttons of his white work shirt.

Severus didn't care, as long as those lips remained on his neck licking, kissing touching…

"Oh God! Your disgusting!" Broke through the air like a arrow sending Severus's blood cold, and a lead weight to settle into stomach. Opening his eyes he looked directly into Remus's face, and saw the look of utter revulsion on the werewolves face. Looking down, he saw his shirt was half off, and understood the source of the disgust. His fat body.

Feeling too shocked with his own naïve stupidity, too move or speak, he could only watch as Remus pulled on his robe and walked towards the door. Before opening it, Remus turned back around, and still with an expression of pure revulsion said:

"Who could ever love a fat freak like you?" before opening the door-

Which is when Severus woke up sobbing.

Life was getting too much to handle…

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A/N sorry I have not updated in such a long time. Once again, I hope no one was offended by my depiction of Anorexia Nervosa.

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