Remus.

• Professor, - you whispered, entering the office after classes - I wanted to ask about animagi. You understand this better than anyone.

He ran his hand through his hair.

• This is very dangerous magic. Not the best topic for independent study.
  “But interesting,” you took a step closer. “It’s never boring with me.”

• Listen... You should spend more time with your peers. On the veranda, by the lake. And not in the office with the old professor.
  “You’re not old,” you objected, and stepped forward again. Now there was only half a meter between you. “And I’m not interested in the veranda. I want to talk about serious things. With you.”

• It's wrong. You're beautiful. Smart. Full of life. And I... I'm broken, inside and out.

• I ask only one thing. Don't push me away.
  “You don’t understand what you’re saying,” he exhaled. “Society will not forgive us for this.”

You reached out and touched the scar on his face. He froze, unable to move, unable to push your fingers away. Something in him broke. He closed his eyes, and his own hand came to rest on top of yours. For a moment. Just for one brief, precious moment. His touch was warm and soft, sending a hot shiver through his body. Then he gently pulled your hand away.
“Go,” he said hoarsely, without opening his eyes. “Please, go.”