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[He huffs a laugh.]

It's all right. I talked sense into myself. Just leave us a note next time, all right?

Alright. If I decide to go and hide at a friend's house for a few days I'll make sure to tell you in person before I disappear, or tuck a well written note into Morholt's collar.

[ A pause, then she grins, almost mischievous. ]

Has Sirius been at you yet?

When is Sirius not at me-- but yes, about you, oh yes.

[He grins as he darts in to kiss her-- quickly, teasingly. On the floor, Morholt is grunting and snuffling about, searching for food-- which only really adds to the happiness of the situation, because it's all so ridiculously domestic.]

Horrible Marauder. He ought to have warned me he knew.

[ She can't help how she leans in to chase his lips, almost pouting a little before she grins. ]

I did make him promise not to tell - Lily too, actually, though I suppose she didn't keep that secret for very long. I think that only leaves James to come after us, doesn't it?

[ Not that she's going to mind. All of the teasing, from the lot of them, is wonderful and makes her feel like she's found a second home here - which she has. They're her family now and she cherishes that. ]

Oh, James isn't going to come after us. He's going to have a Very Serious talk with you about, oh, I don't know. Being chaste and not giving in to my fiendish demands, probably. And then Talk to me about marrying you. And he'll think he's utterly hilarious, so we have to, you know, discourage him as much as possible.

[ She snorts, shaking her head. ]

Your fiendish demands? I would love to see you be fiendish, Remus Lupin - I know you're a Marauder but I don't think I've ever seen you be particularly fiendish. Have you been holding out on me?

[ As for the rest of it, well - ]

He thinks himself the big brother I never had, really, which is a little ridiculous even if it is very sweet.

[He laughs and leans forward, kissing her again with a little grin.]

I have, yes-- but you've yet to earn such fiendishness. If I went around giving it to everyone, there'd be none left for those I truly liked.

Oh? [ She shuffles closer, reaching up to play with his hair absently. ] And what do I have to do to earn it?

Well, you're doing rather well so far. Kissing me, well done . . . playing with my hair, extra points . . . but you're clever, I oughtn't feed you the answers.

I'll need to make myself a Remus cheat sheet. 'Kisses and hair pets work well, disappearing does not. Must experiment with reading aloud later'.

[ And, as if to prove her cheat sheet right, she leans in for another kiss, quite content to keep sharing these cute, chaste little presses. ]

[Not-so-chaste, as he slips his tongue forward, teasing at her closed lips. His hand settles on her hip, tugging her closer.]

[ Oh. Hermione moves with his touch carefully, leaning into the kiss and turning her head ever so slightly to make it easier for them both. This is unfamiliar territory for her, really, despite her mixed history with boys, but she revels in it. She has always enjoyed learning, after all. ]

[It's slightly more familiar territory for Remus, despite what Sirius would have people believing. Rolling atop her, straddling her hips, he deepens the kiss.]

[ The weight above her has Hermione making a soft noise, a gentle gasp, against his lips before she settles, wrapping an arm around Renus gently. This is nice; something as simple as kissing making her feel like she's floating, her heart thudding loudly against her chest. ]

[And so he kisses her, again and again, pausing only to snatch in a hurried breath before returning to her mouth. It's ages before he surfaces properly, and even then, it's only to beam down at her.]

Very good. Ten points to Odin.

[ Hermione grins up at him, biting her lip before she laughs; she can't hold it back, especially when he looks so ridiculously happy. It's adorable and she shifts up to press another quick kiss against his mouth before she replies. ]

I could say the same for you. Definitely ten points to Odin for the both of us.

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