A/N: This is based off a prompt from tumblr that simply said "write 100 kisses". Since I'm pretty atrocious at doing that, I read a few articles and then somehow this popped into my head. Enjoy!

Oh yeah, I don't own the characters. Whatever.

1. The Almost

It had been like this all. Day. Long. Always so close… so very tantalisingly close. And then nothing. Remus couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of karma thing. For all those times he'd been too formal with her. For all those times he'd used her birth name or her surname instead of one of the nicknames she always insisted that her mates use.

It had started at breakfast.

He'd been sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, making his way through an obscenely large pile of eggs when she sat down next him. Hell, he might as well tell the truth: she practically sat on him; she was so bloody close.

"D-Dorcas," he stammered, moving a bit to the side.
"Mmm, good morning, Lupin," she said quietly as she encroached all the more, her left arm reaching past him. The mint from her toothpaste was still on her breath as it tickled his face. And her breasts… close. Seven hells.
"W-w-what are you…" he stammered, aware that blood was rushing to his face.
"Just getting the marmalade," she responded in a throaty voice that made his insides squirm. She looked him in the eye for just a moment, and he thought he might just fall over from the intensity in her eyes.

Her arm was moving back towards her and her upper body leaned into him all the more so that their noses were very nearly touching. Remus was acutely aware that he had stopped breathing seconds ago and his heart might be in need of some medical attention, because it surely wasn't beating correctly.

"There. Got it," she whispered, her breath, warm, and deliciously minty wafting across his face. Any moment her lips would touch his. How would he even consider controlling himself or holding back?

But it didn't matter, because as quickly as she was there, she was gone, walking back down the length of the table. Her hips moved in a way he wasn't quite used to seeing and it wasn't until she sat down at an empty spot and looked in his direction that he realized he had been staring at her with his jaw slightly slack. She sent him a wink and then turned towards her breakfast as he sat, still in shock and then closed his mouth, swallowing heavily.

Then there had been Herbology. Somehow, she had ended up right next to him. He suspected Sirius had more than a little part in it.

"Oh, look out," she said, turning and leaning in close to him as she reached for an empty pot from his other side, her face so close, her breath blowing in his ear. She was pressed lightly against his arm for the briefest of moments.

And then she was gone, focusing intently upon repotting the dirigible plums that were part of the day's lesson.

"Y-yeah, sure," he said.

And then the plum he had been holding in his hands exploded rather violently.

There was Potions, in which he found himself inexplicably working with her in the only group of two (there was an odd number that day). This time he blamed Sirius and James. Those gits would have a surprise for them later, he would make sure of it.

"Sorry," she said as she began to lean across him, "I just need…"

He tried to turn his face away from hers, but was held captive by her eyes. They were mostly grey, but right around the pupils, there were starbursts of the prettiest shade of green… sort of a jade. Without being conscious of it, he automatically licked his lips. She was close. So close. She was going to do this right in the middle of Potions, right in front of everyone, in the middle of a class. Hell.

"Linseed oil," she said with a smile as she sent him another flirtatious wink and returned to her position several feet away from him.

Remus gulped loudly and then turned towards his cauldron, taking a deep breath to try to remind his body and lungs how to function properly.

And then the contents of his cauldron exploded, sending hundreds of periwinkle blue sparks in a 5-metre radius around him.

"Stir class, stir!" Professor Slughorn reminded them loudly. "Mister Lupin, you may have just enough time to try again, if you act quickly. Pip-pip!"

That woman was going to be the death of him.

That's what he thought in Transfiguration, their last class of the day. That was the brilliant part of Thursdays – always a light schedule.

It was another day of human transfiguration and somehow, in some mysterious twist of fate, Professor McGonagall had paired them together. This was ridiculous.

"I'm not sure if I really changed them," Doe said, leaning in close to inspect his eyes, which she had been transfiguring into a different shape. He was prepared now, and sat as still as a statue with his lips pursed. Still, she came closer until she was just barely in focus, her face centimetres from his as she "inspected her work". He could fell the heat radiating off her skin, could smell her shampoo – strawberries and lemon – and see every faint freckle dancing upon her cheeks. She blinked and he swore he could feel the tickling of her eyelashes. Making her move in Professor Slughorn's class was one thing. But in Professor McGonagall's? Merlin, they'd be in detention for the rest of their days.

She sighed and once again he was treated to the scent of her toothpaste – not too strong, but strong enough to be detectable and enticing.

And then she was leaning back in her chair, very a la Sirius Black. Her wand arm was draped over the chair's back and her spare arm hung limp by her side as she crossed one leg over the other and looked at him expectantly.

"Your turn, Lupin."

Even the library wasn't safe.

He was flipping through a higher-level Defence book when he sensed a presence over his shoulder. He didn't have to guess at who it would be. For one thing, the scent of strawberry-lemon shampoo was etched into his memory for all time. For another, it was just predictable at this point.

"Need a hand getting a book?" he asked before she could begin her little act.
"If you must," she said quietly.
"Which?" Remus asked a bit tersely, setting his book on a nearby shelf to free his hands.
"Are you cross with me, Lupin?"
"What book do you require?" he repeated.

She paused for so long in answering that he very nearly looked over his shoulder to check if she was still there. But finally he heard her say:

"Prolonged exposure to Dark Objects: Case Studies, 1800-1899."

Remus nodded and easily accio'd the book, turning around and holding it out with both hands for her to take. She took a small step forward, her head down slightly and her hands wrapped onto the book, her thumbs on the top cover, and the rest of her hand below. She began to pull it away, but Remus held on and then pulled, catching her off guard so that she stumbled forward and lost grip of the book. In one fluid motion, he dropped the book and placed one hand on the back of her head and the other on her hip as he brought her body and face to his.

Their lips met a bit rougher than he had intended, but he eased up quickly. Her lips were soft and he could taste lingering mint – just how often did she brush her teeth? But that thought was banished from his mind. He could feel her eyelashes tickling the tops of his cheeks and then her hands were on his sides. He could feel her fingers through his shirt and jumper and longed to feel them on the bare skin.

They parted slowly, and he opened his eyes before she did, allowing him to take in her features when they were awash with surprise, longing, and ecstasy. It struck him for the first time in a long time just how beautiful she really was.

And how little he deserved her.

"I'm sorry," he said, leaning over to pick up the book he'd dropped.
He stood straight and found her staring at him with an unfathomable expression. "Are you really?" she asked, her eyes boring into his, as if staring right at his soul.
"No," he answered.

She closed the space between them and gently pressed her lips to his for hardly even a second.

"Good," she whispered, taking the book from his hands and walking from the aisle to the librarian's desk.

Remus didn't move and scarcely thought for about thirty seconds.

"Ante up, Prongs," came Sirius' voice from behind the next shelf.

Those gits.

A/N 2: I'm not sure when the next one will be posted. Maybe this technically counts as two. Eh, no matter. Reviews are very much appreciated! How can I improve if I don't know what I'm doing wrong?

Ciao!
-El