Having his arms around her small frame felt like home, and she burrowed her face in his chest and inhaled. Professor Lupin smelled like freshly mowed grass, Honeydukes chocolate, and coffee. She unloaded all her problems: her frustrations with her schoolwork, feeling like she failed Hagrid, and fighting with Ron and Harry. While she spoke, the man cradled the back of her head and ran his fingers up and down her back. Every touch sent shockwaves through her entire body, but after she settled down, mortification bubbled to the surface. She peeled her face from his chest and looked up at the man, ready to profusely apologize for her misstep, but he stopped her apology. 