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laughed, pushing her hands away with a grin. "Absolutely not. I'm not rewarding you for
an easy fallback on the one line in The Giaour related to wolves. It's a poem about vampires."
"Would you like me to quote Little Red Riding Hood?" Mia chuckled.
Remus narrowed his gaze. "Cheeky witch."
"Cheeky witch who thinks her wizard is being a little dramatic."
"Cheeky witch who forgets her wizard is a dangerous werewolf," Remus said, his eyes
suddenly serious. "'It needs but slight provocation to make the wolf devour the lamb.'"
"I am no lamb!" Mia snapped at him.
He grinned suddenly with amusement. "No, you are a lion."
"Yes, 'Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon—'" Mia began
but was interrupted.
"No Shakespeare. I hate Shakespeare."
Her eyes widened. "You take that back. He's one of the greatest poets and
playwrights in Muggle history!" And the entire reason she was named Hermione—at least
in the other timeline—as Helen Granger had been a fan of A Winter's Tale by William
Shakespeare.
"Well, first, he was a wizard," Remus clarified.
"What?"
"And second, he was a wizard who was tried and convicted for stealing the works of
Muggles and Obliviating them afterward."
Mia fumed, pouted, and then finally resigned herself to ignoring everything Remus
said until she had a chance to research it herself. She reached out and tugged on his collar,
placing a firm kiss to his lips before whispering against them, "'A wolf is handsome in the
eyes of a lovesick girl.'"
"You're incorrigible," Remus mumbled against her before returning her kiss, his lips
moving slowly, gently, like the peaceful calm before a raging storm.