RP: Cupboard

Amy winced as the door slammed.

A: Lupin!

R: Tell me. Or ask me. Whichever it was.

A: Okay. This is going to sound really stupid and childish, so brave yourself.

She took a deep breath and then blurted out:

A: LupincanwestillbefriendsifIkissyou?

Remus frowned for a second, then broke into a smile.

R: Yes! Why not?

Amy let out a massive sigh.

A: I don't want to rush anything. You're my best friend.

R: And you're mine. Trust me, Amy, I wouldn't do anything that could possibly jeopardise our friendship. If this isn't okay with you please just say.

Although it was dark, she could hear the warm smile in his voice.

A: But... I mean, we can still like... If you wanted to...

R: Do you want to?

Remus looked up at her, head bowed.

A: Well I don't not want to.

R: But would it disgust you if we did?

A: Disgust me?

She snorted.

A: Oh please.

R: So... it would the opposite of disgust you?

A: Guess you could... Word it like that.

She held his hand.

A: But... Would it count?

R: Count?

He squeezed her hand.

A: As a real... Kiss?

R: I-I don't know, honestly. No. I don't think so. Because we aren't 'together', and it's a game, and we're running out of time by the way...

A: Oh. Okay! Fantastic.

She kissed him, using his collar to pull him closer.

Remus quickly got over his surprise, holding her around the waist and drawing her up to his height.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, then pulled away sharply.

A: We're not telling the others. It's not a relationship.

R: Of course not!

He dived back in.

Amy pushed him back until they hit something solid.

Remus wasn't complaining. He realised that whenever he and Amy kissed (not that they liked each other) it was passionate and big and dramatic. Just once, something nice and soft and... not that there would be a next time. Dismissing all thoughts, he focused on making the most of this short time he had with Amy, where it meant nothing.

Amy moved her hands from around his neck to his hair. Every breath was ragged, like she was drowning. After another short minute of this, she pulled back.

A: Has it been seven minutes?

There was an edge to her voice that suggested she wished it hadn't been seven minutes.

R: We have about ten seconds.

He grabbed at Amy to kiss her again, like a man about to be locked away looking at the sky for as long as he could. Reluctantly, he pulled back and sighed, eyes closed, head back on the wall.

R: Go before I do it again.

(this is bad for my heart)

A: I hope I look presentable.

It was all she could do not to throw herself at him. With great effort, she fixed her hair and left the room.