[All right, he's got to laugh at that. Sorry, Remus. He makes up for it by wrapping his arms around him, pulling him in close and tight and holding on.]
Ooh, you drunken sot. There's one of me, and there's nothing wrong with kissing in the hall. I like kissing in the hall. Can I kiss you, even if you won't kiss me?
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Ooh, you drunken sot. There's one of me, and there's nothing wrong with kissing in the hall. I like kissing in the hall. Can I kiss you, even if you won't kiss me?