the_debt_of_time

"Three times," Remus said the words through a cough and then pretended like he
was clearing his throat, but she looked up and saw the amazingly smug look on his face
that could rival that of James during a Quidditch match.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, well done, you."
Remus shrugged. "I think I earned an O.W.L."
She smirked, wiggling against him. "Lose the ego, and I might consider you for a
N.E.W.T."
"So, we're really okay?" He pulled away from her to look into her eyes. When she
smiled, he leant forward and kissed her sweetly. "No weirdness?"
"No weirdness. Strangely, no weirdness. I think in twenty years we'll look back and
laugh at the fact that there's no weirdness." She could just imagine that awkward
conversation. The fact that he would grow up to become her professor would certainly add
to the tension in the room.
"You do that a lot," he said, observing her while running his knuckles up and down
the flat plane of her stomach, watching closely as she shivered in response.
"What's that?"
"Say 'In twenty years,' like it's some goal you've got in your head. Where exactly do
you think you'll be in twenty years that you add everything up to it?"
She smiled sadly, thinking of everyone back at Grimmauld Place in 1998. "I'll be
with you, and Sirius, and... everyone else. Family, friends. I see the war over, and I see
you with a wife and family, and Jamie's family.. ." She frowned as the thought of Harry
came into her mind.
"You don't have a family?"
She smiled as brightly as she could, blinking away the tears that were pricking at the
corners of her eyes. "You're my family."
"I love you, Mia."
"I love you, Remus."
"Round two?"
She burst into laughter, and he snatched the noise right from her lips with his own
before rolling over and pinning her beneath him, grinning when her leg hitched itself up
against his hip.
"Don't you mean round four?"