the_debt_of_time

He winced and looked down, reaching for the pint of beer that the bartender had
placed in front of him and drinking half of it in one go. He did not want to linger any
longer than he needed to.
"A crowd like this," she continued, "I'd have to call in at least twelve people down
from the Obliviation Squad. Interesting choice: a crowded Muggle bar. Considering you
hate crowds, to begin with, especially the day before the full moon."
"Dora―"
"I'm not stupid, Remus," she glared at him. "I know what you're doing."
"You are very young... and.. ."
Her eyes flashed dangerously, and he immediately knew he had said the wrong
thing.
"I may not be able to hex you, but I'll break your fucking nose if you finish that
sentence."
He believed her. Remus swallowed hard at the sight of her fury, a voice that sounded
a lot like Sirius piped up in the back of his head: I told you witches are sexy when they're angry.
He did his best to silence that voice as well as the wolf in his head who was fighting against
him, knowing what he was trying to do.
"You don't get to break up with me, Remus Lupin." Dora shook her head defiantly.
"You're grieving, so am I, and you're panicking and just―"
"I'm trying to do the right thing."
"I'm your mate!"
Remus looked around, eyes wide, thankful that no one was paying them much
attention. Still, a public display was now something she was clearly not worried about, and
he was not going to let her throw her career away by causing a scene and breaking the law.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door, tossing some Muggle money on the
counter.
Once they were outside, they passed a few buildings until they came to a small alley
where Remus threw up a Muggle-Repelling Charm and a Notice-Me-Not for good
measure.
"You are my mate," he said, agreeing with her. "Which is why your protection and
happiness are the most important things in the world to me. You are not safe with me.
You deserve... you deserve―"