By the fire
She walks into the kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place late one night, after another double shift. She's shattered. Really shattered. She has her own flat to go home to, but she left a pile of Order paperwork here and she needs to go over it before the meeting tomorrow.
Who knew leading a double life would be dull as well as tiring? Not like her dad's adventure books would have you believe.
Despite the lateness of the hour the kitchen is still cast in a warm glow from the dying fire. Her heart does a little jig when she sees Remus sitting by the hearth.
"Wotcher!"
He looks up from his book and gives her his best tired, lopsided smile. She loves that smile. The butterflies in her tummy take flight, and join her heart in its jig.
"Evening. How was work?"
And just like that, the lateness of the hour, the urgency of the paperwork, the lure of her bed disappear. The world condenses down to the warmth of the fire and the pleasure of his company. He makes them cocoa and they chat, as always, much later into the night than either had intended.
"Oh god, it's almost two in the morning. I'll never make it into work tomorrow. And look at this mound of reports I've still got to get through!" she wails, only half in jest.
"Well, you know what they say, Nymphadora" he intones in his best Professor voice - she's been teasing him about it again- "A problem shared is a problem halved".
He accios the paperwork towards him, in a casual-yet-elegant flick of his wand that she can't help but find a bit sexy.
"I can't ask you to do that! You've got your own work to get through. Honestly, I can manage!" she says, flustered. She doesn't know if it's because she doesn't want him to think her incapable of coping with her duties to the Order, or because she thinks it's so nice that he would do that. For her.
"You didn't ask. I'm offering. And I won't take no for an answer." and he smiles that special smile at her again. She grins back.