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that did not rule out her having something devious up her sleeve, and Remus always liked
to be prepared. Plus... ominously wafting smoke.
"Then take it," she pleaded with him, and he raised a brow at the genuine expression
on her face. "Every day for a week before the moon."
Remus very nearly jumped away from the potion at the mention of the moon,
suddenly much more nervous than before. It was one thing to maybe slip him a joke potion
that turned his hair a different colour. There was also the time when she dared the
Marauders to take a Laugh-Inducing Potion in the middle of Transfiguration and then
placed bets on who would get detention first—Peter had.
But to take a potion that she was hinting had something to do with the moon?
"Mia, I know you're good at potions but―"
"Remus, please."
He could actually see tears forming in the corners of her eyes and the sight made
his chest tighten. He really could not stand it when she cried.
"I know it's difficult for you to trust people when it comes to your lycanthropy. I
know that you struggle in letting me help you."
Remus scoffed. That was an understatement; he had barely allowed her back into
the hospital wing since they had started dating at the beginning of the year. Even then, she
had only healed him the once.
"But I want—I need you to do this for me. Please take this potion." She was begging
him now, and something about the way the word "please" fell off her lips sent a primal
vibration through his chest.
She held the goblet out to him again. "This one tonight, and then again every night
until the moon."
He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent to try and ground him. That scent used to
send him into a frenzy, but now that he was allowed to hold her hand, to brush the hair
from her neck and breathe her in whenever he wanted, it calmed him. It also helped that
her scent was no longer mingled with Sirius's—just his. Remus would certainly lie about it
if she ever asked him, but when she hugged him tightly, he would rub his cheek against
hers on instinct, scent marking her as his own.
"I trust you," he said, reaching for the goblet. Her eyes brightened so much that her
irises changed from brown to a shade of amber that caught him completely by surprise. If