Who's Right?
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"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
Yes, you do."
"No, I don't"
Yes, you-"
"Remus! No, I don't. Now stop!" Ginny yelled at the werewolf.
They had been having the same argument for the last three days, since she'd accidentally kissed him after having too much Fire Whiskey. It had been a stressful day for her, and she'd felt the need to drink. And later, when she ran into Remus in the hallway, she'd felt the need to kiss him. They'd been arguing ever since.
Remus sat on the kitchen table, letting his feet rest on the seating bench in front of him. He leaned back onto his elbows and watched her get flustered as she made tea.
"Ginny, you and I have been repeatedly thrown together for the last few months. Not to mention that we're attracted to each other. It was bound to happen," he said confidently.
"I don't, Remus," she said firmly. "Let it go."
"No," he said, smirking at her. "I know I'm right."
"You're wrong. Just because we've were paired up for some Order business a couple of times and just because we've been stuck together at headquarters for the last month that doesn't mean that we've all of a sudden..." her voice trailed off before finishing her sentence. She turned to glare at him.
"No," she said again.
"Ginny, I know what you feel, whether you want to admit it or not."
"And just what makes you so clever?" she asked.
"Because I feel the same thing. I'm in love with-"he began but he was interrupted.
"Remus Lupin, don't you dare finish that sentence!" she yelled, throwing her teacup at the wall, smashing it.
Remus wasn't fazed in the slightest. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He thought for a moment.
"Kiss me," he whispered.
"What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
This time he spoke louder. "I said, 'Kiss me.' Kiss me again, and if you can honestly tell me you don't feel anything, I'll let it go. But if you feel something, you have to stop lying to me and to yourself. Agreed?"
"Are you insane?" she asked him. "I'm not kissing you."
He chuckled. "You seemed to enjoy it the other day. Too afraid now, I gather?"
"I most certainly am not," she replied indignantly.
This time, he narrowed his eyes at her. "Prove. It," he said slowly and deliberately.
Ginny hesitated for a moment before summoning all the courage in her nineteen years and crossing the kitchen towards him. She stopped in front of him and sighed. Taking one last step, she stood between his legs, rested her hands on his thighs as he reached down to cup her face in his hands. Very slowly he lowered his face towards hers. Ginny felt her eyes close just before contact.
Remus gave her the softest, sweetest kiss that seemed to last several minutes. However, it was merely seconds when he pulled away, leaving her wanting more.
She opened her eyes and gulped audibly. "I hate you," she whispered.
He looked quite proud of himself. "Quite the opposite, as I've been telling you for days." He paused to look at her bewildered expression. "Say it, Ginny."
Barely louder than a whisper she said it. "I love you."
He gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "And I love you, Ginny Weasley." He kissed her again, this time with a lingering, passionate kiss. When they parted, he said smugly, "I knew I was right." He smiled at her before leaning in for yet another kiss.