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in a stutter that would have embarrassed the poetic romantic he had been in his youth—
shocking him into a stupor when she had actually said yes.
Remus was finding that his limited romantic experience, while intense, had been
just that: limited. The relationship he'd had with Mia had not prepared him in the slightest
for handling a witch like Nymphadora. While Mia was ever the suspicious Slytherin and
temperamental Gryffindor, Nymphadora was as loyal and friendly as any Hufflepuff that
Remus had ever met. Where Mia had been graceful, Nymphadora was notoriously clumsy.
Where Mia had been well-read, Nymphadora preferred to learn in the moment.
While they differed greatly, Remus could not help but see many similarities as well:
determination, goodness, power, and an unwavering need to protect loved ones.
Though he thought of Mia often when he was with Nymphadora, it was only ever
in the fact that he had missed his best friend dearly, and this witch—his mate—he found,
reminded him of her.
Remus was finding himself more and more eager for the day when he could send
Hermione Granger to the past in the hopes that Mia Potter would return to him, if only so
that he could introduce the two witches, and maybe, just maybe, feel a little more whole.
As often as he thought about Hermione and her future—or past—counterpart, Mia
was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
The witch in his lap seemed to be attempting a record at how long she could hold
her breath while she passionately kissed him. Kissing Nymphadora had quickly become an
addiction that Remus hoped he would never be rid of.
Their first kiss had been clumsy and awkward when she tripped over a cobblestone
in Diagon Alley and fell into his arms. Too close to the full moon, the wolf had taken over,
and Remus found himself kissing her enthusiastically. They had not even been on a real
date yet. He had apologised profusely and tried to explain lunar symptoms, but she laughed
it off and said that if she had known werewolves were that sexy, she would have been
snogging them for years. Remus had growled in response which earned him a wink.
Nymphadora flirted with him relentlessly, kissed him any chance she got, and
trusted him too easily. His chest rumbled pleasantly as she straddled his lap and tilted her
hips in such a way to make her intentions obvious, her lips giving him the same message: I
trust you; I want you.