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Now this really is a drabble. ;) Luna/Lupin
A Very Furry Problem
"Go away."
"I can't do that, you know," Luna sighed, moving at ease within the spaces. She was close. Close to winning, and the thrill of the game was electric.
"This is not a game," Lupin protested, as if reading her mind. "I can feel the transformation happening as we speak." He was curled in the corner of the dungeon, empty and hollow.
"I'm going to be in your cell within moments. I do wish I had starved some more. I would be beside you right now, if I had been."
"I can't help myself," he warned, his voice becoming unspeakable in its despair. "I won't be able to help myself."
"Professor," she reasoned, wiggling some more into the space she had created, after moving stone after stone personally within the month…when he had told her of his affliction. "You said you can't remember the last time you were alone when you had a transformation. You shouldn't be alone now."
"You'll be a monster, and I won't wish this on my worst enemy. And with you, I won't be able to bear it."
They thought of each other kindly now, more than a student and professor. In between the cell walls, they had exchanged whispered treasures, and she had become his sole means of sanity. And after that, his sole means of...of perhaps love. He had grown so wary of it, that he could not remember it. But he was sure...this was love, and it felt dangerous, like an itch under his skin. It scared him, a nd he realized that he might love her too much.
She was inside the cell now, and he was curled up, shaking and weeping.
"Haven't you heard?" she asked. "Monsters are just fears and fairytales. You're a good man, Professor. In this world, you are a good man."
His yellow eyes loomed through the shadows, and she sat near him. "I believe you can control it. And if you bite me, I will not hold it against you. I may taste good."
For she had never tasted herself, now that she thought about it.
He laughed weakly.
When he transformed, he expected the lock in his mind to snap shut. Instead, he was himself within. He looked out of wolf's eyes in amazement.
"You see," Luna said, her fingers running through his fur. "Now, I wonder what the Death Eaters will think of your form."
He smiled. By morning, they both walked free, and decided to stop by a shop for a well-deserved cup of coffee before contacting the Order.
