the_debt_of_time

Mia, meanwhile, turned her gaze over the horizon at the castle in the distance,
worrying her lip between her teeth as she nervously thought of Remus, praying to Merlin
that she had not botched the potion. She was terrified something had gone wrong, and he
would be furious with her for tampering with something so very sensitive.
Trying to distract her thoughts, Mia helped a second year Hufflepuff try to wrangle
his owl back into its cage.
"Mia, I thought you said Remus wasn't feeling well today?" Lily asked.
"What?" Mia blinked, looking up at Lily. "He's not well. He was in the hospital wing
last I heard."
Lily pointed behind Mia. "Well, he doesn't look very sick. He's running toward us."
"What?" Mia gasped and turned quickly.
Lily was right; Remus was at full sprint. James and Sirius trailed behind, unable to
keep up with him despite it being just hours post-moon.
Mia's eyes widened at the sight of him looking so good, and she wondered what the
hell she had done to the potion to get these results. Wolfsbane had never done anything like
this to Future Remus, at least not that she knew of.
He continued to rush forward, his eyes fixed on her, and Mia swallowed nervously
as he closed the distance between them, panting, with sweat on his brow. He must have
run the whole way down from the castle.
She worried that he would yell at her, call her a know-it-all, or tell her to mind her
own business from now on. She was terrified that he would say he could no longer trust
her, break her heart, and tell her how dare she stick her nose where it did not belong.
"Remus, I can explain.. ." she began to say, but he swallowed the rest of her
sentence as he crushed his mouth over hers, kissing her soundly.
He had not waited patiently, silently requesting permission, like Sirius had done.
Remus took immediate advantage of the way her lips parted in a shocked gasp, and he
invaded hungrily, moaning and growling against her lips, and the sounds vibrated in her
throat, tickling. Cold shivers quickly transformed into heated waves that travelled over her
entire body.
His kiss was like throwing a rock into the Black Lake: a deep plunge in the centre
and then watching as the effects rippled outward, reaching the bank of sand and rocks the
way that his kiss reached all the way to her toes.