the_debt_of_time

"Breaking up with me already?" he joked, but a part of him was terrified. "Am I that
bad of a kisser?"
Mia threw her head back and laughed.
"Remus, you are such a good kisser that I could probably snog you for the next thirty
years, but it would eventually get awkward. I'm just saying... we never know what the
future has in store, and I want to make sure that, no matter what, you'll always be in my
life. My best friend."
"So you're not breaking up with me?" he asked, seriously this time.
"No, you prat! I just want you to know what I feel for you, that I love you... and
it goes beyond this relationship. You are a part of me, and that started long ago—long
before I ever met you on this train," she admitted, leaning down to feather her lips lightly
against his own.
"I promise. Always in your life."
She let out a long sigh of relief.
"Now that we're not breaking up," Remus remarked with a chuckle, "I need to lie
down."
She raised an amused brow. "My lips too much for you?"
"Your lips are a great many things, and I look forward to discovering them all.
Unfortunately, the full moon was last night," he reminded her, shifting her from his lap
and then tipping backward to lie down on the bench. "I'm needing at least another six
hours of sleep."
"I meant to ask about that," Mia said, curious. "The potion was meant to keep you
alert and in control, but you look—or at least you did until just now—like nothing
happened at all."
"Oh, your potion did what it was supposed to, I guess," he admitted, yawning. "But
I needed to see you today, so I sneaked out of the infirmary after downing three phials of
Invigoration Draught."
"Three?!" She blinked down at him, wide-eyed as he fell unconscious. "Remus
Lupin!" But he only snored softly in response. She let out a frustrated sigh, making plans
to scold him later for self-medicating.
Just then, there was a loud bang on the door, and Mia rolled her eyes and aimed her
wand at it. "Finite Incantatem!"