Disclaimer: The People, Places, and Things in this story come from the great mind of J.K. Rowling. She's just amazing enough to let us take them out of the toy box and mess with their lives. The lyrics in each of these chapters belong to Taylor Swift and her song "The Way I Loved You."

A/N: This is just a quick short story that I wrote in "honor of this oh most special of days." That's me being sarcastic, does it show? No, as a romance writer it's my obligation to feel something towards Valentine's Day, and this is my contribution. I hope you all had a great Feb the 14th, and enjoy this story.

Incredibly Fine

He is sensible and so incredible
And all my single friends are jealous.
He says everything I need to hear
And it's like I couldn't ask for anything better.

"And where were you?" The fiery red-head asked as a boy waltzed into the scarlet and gold decorated Common Room just after the clock finished it's twelfth strike. He looked up at her with exhausted amber eyes, and smiled sheepishly at having been caught out past curfew. He shrugged nonchalantly, as though his absence from the dormitories this late was a natural occurrence. A strand of his sandy-brown hair fell into his eyes, and with a scarred hand he moved it back into place.

"Out," he finally answers. He hadn't planned on giving her any answer, but when her green eyes pierced into him the way they were doing at the moment he found it impossible to deny her anything. She regarded him with an expression that could have easily passed for anger or annoyance, before her face split into a wide grin. He knew he should have gone with his first instinct, but he wasn't fast enough. Her pale hand wrapped around his slightly tanned wrist, and with a strength he thought she hid well, yanked him onto the couch beside her.

"Talk," she ordered as she settled down beside him. "I want every single detail. You know with that friend of yours behavior I am only allowed to live through you. Since you refuse to make him back off, it is your obligation to tell me everything." He chuckled at her speech, and the way she always managed to bring his other friend into their conversations even though she continued to deny her crush on said friend. He relented though, and turned to tell her about the night he had just enjoyed.

"We just went for a walk around the lake. It's a nice night out, and we were taking opportunity of it." He explained, and waited for her to ask questions or let him free. She did neither, only tipped her head so that she could glare at him from under her eyelids. He sighed deeply, and then tried again. "In Ancient Runes Isaiah told me to meet him after lunch near the front doors of the Entrance Hall. When I got there, he laced our fingers together, and then led me outside. We walked through the rose garden, down the side of the hill to the lake. He stopped us several times to pull me into a couple of soft kisses, and then when we got to the dock we sat down and let our feet soak in the water. Really it was just a sweet, relaxing night. We snogged for a while on the dock, and then when we realized how late it was getting, we decided to go back to our respective dorms."

"Ah, I hate you," she groaned as she flopped her head on his shoulder. "No guy dares go near me in fear that Potter is going to hex their balls off."

"Which is probably not an unfounded fear." He added, only to earn another deadly glare. He smiled at her, one that told her he wasn't taking back the truth. She continued to glare, and he continued to smile since she knew the way to make her "suffering" end. He didn't know how many times he had to assure her that dating Potter, as she liked to call his friend, would be a much better experience then she thought it would be.

"Remus Lupin," she growled his name, "get this through your very stubborn head. I am never, ever going to go out with James Potter." She made a face of great disgust at the name, but he could tell that it was all for the show she had been stuck in playing a lead role in for the past six years. "He is an arrogant jerk that thinks he has the right to go around cursing people he thinks are below him. I have said it once, and I will say it again, I would rather date the giant squid then that egotistical moron."

"Are you quite done?" He asked when she finally took a breather from her rushed speech. She paused, and moved her eyes as though she were reading what she had just said over again. Looking back at his eyes, for she had been staring just above his shoulder, she nodded. "One, remember that is my best friend, the boy that showed me that my "condition" doesn't define who I am. Two, I can be just as egotistical and arrogant as him, as I have shown you many times. I also partake in his bullying adventures when I am feeling up to it, and yet you still call me your best friend. May I please know what the difference is?"

"You know when to quit, and he doesn't." She answered quickly, as though she had rehearsed this answer before. The twitch of his lip told her what he was thinking, and she pushed him as she giggled softly. He let out a howl of a laugh at her immature actions, before engulfing her in a quick hug and kissing the top of her head. "You going to bed?" She asked, her own knowing smiled on her face now.

"Yes," he answered before letting out a deep yawn. "I am exhausted in all the right ways, and believe that has earned me a good night sleep." She nodded her agreement, and as he rose from the couch she followed his movements. With one last hug between two good friends, the pair went to the separate doors, and up to their respective dorms.

It had been a great night, with a great guy, and Remus needed to remember that he was lucky. He had great friends that loved him even though he had a "furry, little problem" that liked to make an appearance ever full moon. He had some of the best grades in the school, and because he was good at not getting caught, the teachers believed he was a good student. This belief had earned him a cherished title in the student leadership, as one of the Sixth Year Gryffindor prefects. He didn't want to be Head Boy, because of his "furry, little problem." His headmaster had offered him the position, and that was an honor unto itself. Remus Lupin had a great position in his school, great grades, great friends, and a great boyfriend. When his eyes fell on one of the other beds in his dorm though, he knew that his life wasn't as great as he would have liked it to be.

He opens up my door and
I get into his car and he says
you look beautiful tonight.
And I feel perfectly fine.