Note: Not quite DH compatible.

Three and a half years later, Remus walked back through the doors of Hogwarts as the new defense against the dark arts teacher. He smiled slightly. Voldemort had been defeated over the summer by Harry and the wizarding world was safe and under slightly different management. Discrimination against werewolves was now illegal, punishable by fines. That law was in light of the wolfsbane potion's effect. Werewolves could control themselves now. So, Remus was a teacher again.

His first night back at dinner, several students came to say hi, the golden trio, the younger Weasley, and a slightly hesitant Draco prominent among them.

Draco had turned traitor to the Death Eaters. He was dating Harry now and was a regular at the Grimmauld Place. He had gotten to know Remus quite well.

Remus watched with a slight smile as Draco returned to the Slytherin table. One of his friends, a tall dark boy patted him on the back. He turned to say something to Draco and faced Remus full on.

Remus gasped. It was Blaise, except… well, older. Age had been kind to him. His face was thinner, his cheekbones high and defined. His eyes were a little less wide, a little more slanted, but still gold. And his lips… The only facial feature that had anything of his mother in it. His father's had been cute: cupid bow shaped. They had made Remus think of snuggling. Blaise's made Remus's mind jump straight into bed.

He shook his head to clear it and firmly resettled himself in his seat. Blaise was still a student. Plus, he probably wasn't interested in Remus anymore. And, Remus reminded himself, he probably wasn't interested in me romantically in the first place. Remus had rationalized this to himself. Blaise's father had died when Blaise was still young. None of Blaise's mother's husbands had stuck around long enough to become anything like a father figure. Remus knew for a fact he was more friendly with his students than any other teacher at Hogwarts. Blaise probably had begun to see him as more of a father or uncle or something and simply misinterpreted the emotions.

Remus firmly told himself this and turned back to his dinner. However, he could not help one last glance at the Slytherin table.

A/N: Sorry people, I know this is sort of crappy and really short. But is nearly nine at night and I just got home and I have to be at school at seven tomorrow.... Plus, its a transition chapter, never my best. Review Please!