RP Streets of Hogsmeade

Remus grabbed her hand and pulled her around a corner.

R: You know we said it didn't count before?

A: Lupin what are you doing?

It didn't count. She couldn't do this. She couldn't lose anyone else.

R: We said it didn't count before. Right?

He insisted, high on a sudden burst of adrenaline.

A: Right.

She could feel her waves compressing into soft curls.

R: I want this one to count.

He insisted, one hand on her cheek and the other on her waist.

Her eyes were wide.

A: Are you sure?

Remus nodded, breathless, dipped his head and kissed her.

She immediately grew a few centimetres to be at his height, wrapping her arms around his neck, as though anchoring him to her.

Remus held her firmly close to him,tender.

Even though it was shockingly cold, and her arms were bare, and her cheeks were red, something warm was spreading from her head to her toes, and she pulled away softly, noses still touching. Her hair was so curly that her helmet had fallen again, and it lay in the snow.

A: Mm.

R: That definitely counted.

He whispered, wrapping one of her curls around his finger.

She took in a shaky breath. Shrinking down to her regular height and resting her forehead on his chest.

A: Now what?

R: I don't know, now. I hadn't planned ahead.

Way up ahead, Millie was walking with James. She looked behind them and smiled when she saw Remus and Amy had disappeared.

M: I envy them sometimes. They're obviously meant for each other.

Amy laughed.

A: Brilliant.

J: Hopefully they're realising that now. If you love someone you should just be with them, no excuses.

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R: What do you want?

A: We could give it a go.

She looked up at him.

Remus' smile flickered.

R: Yeah.

Amy kissed him again, then his cheek.

A: Shall we keep it quiet for now?

R: If you insist.

He looked like he'd just won the lottery.

Amy's feelings were betraying her as her curls turned crimson.

A: I need to get this under control.

She muttered, distractedly, arms still around his neck.

M: I agree.

You should take your own advice, she told herself.

J: Just wish Lily did...

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R: Mm, I like your hair like that.

'Annie' sprang to mind.

M: Oh, James! She'll come around eventually, she'd be a fool not to. Even with you dressed like that.

A: Really?

She let them return to their natural texture, but there was still a bit of a residual curl.

A: Okay.

She kissed his nose.