the_debt_of_time

"Easy." She took a sip from her butterbeer after Tom set both bottles down on the
table, slipping the plate of chips between them.
Remus screamed at himself inside his head when his eyes focused in on the way her
lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle. When her tongue darted out to lick at a
stray drop on her bottom lip, he whispered, "Fucking hell," under his breath.
"Death Eaters are pureblood fanatics, and even if you were a pureblood—which
you're not—they wouldn't take you because you're a werewolf."
His entire body froze solid, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. This
was not how this was supposed to happen. He was supposed to meet her casually, not get
caught stalking her in Diagon Alley. He was supposed to introduce himself with a
smile, not run into a wall like a wanker. He was supposed to invite her to dinner, not silently
follow her into the Leaky. And then months and months—and maybe years—down the
road when she'd had time to get to know him, he would slowly introduce her to the fact
that he was a werewolf.
Which she, apparently, already knew.
"I may be dead clumsy and trip over my feet fifty percent of the time that I'm
touching solid ground," she said with a smirk, "but I'm a good Auror. Despite the fact that
I may or may not have had issues with the stealth and tracking portion of my testing, I'm
pretty handy at everything else. Like investigation. I know exactly who you are, Remus
Lupin."
He exhaled sharply at the way his name sounded falling from her lips so easily.
"You come by the Ministry about once a month to put down job applications, but
the Wizarding world can't pull their heads from their arses, so you never get hired because
of your condition. I saw you lingering in the Atrium once at work and asked old Mad-Eye
if he knew you. He told me your name and then said to mind my bloody business and get
back to work. So, naturally, I looked you up. Found you on the registry pretty quick, to be
honest. They need to up the security down in Administrations."
"W-Why would you look me up in the registry?" was the only question he could
think was appropriate enough to ask.
"I've seen you about." She shrugged and pushed the plate of chips in front of him.
"Eat something; you're all skin and bones." As though her command was something he
could not bear to avoid, Remus snatched up a single chip and shoved it into his mouth.