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Katherine was dressed in a beautiful dark blue evening gown, amidst a gorgeous black and white ballroom. She appeared to be the only person there other than the jazz band that was playing behind her. That is, until a tawny haired man in an elegant tuxedo stepped out onto the floor and smiled at her.
She grinned at him and walked closer to him as the jazz band started.
She stopped just short of the man and clasped her hands in front of her and sang:
At
words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it
best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest
unexpressed.
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably
miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll
tell you how great you are.
Once again she grinned at him and stepped forward, taking his hands while singing:
You're
the top! You're the Coliseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre
Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a
Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're
the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona
Lisa.
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if,
Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
He laughed and took her into his arms, and they began dancing in the 'special' way they always did as she continued singing:
Your
words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you
shine
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine down my
spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that
your song is bad,
But for a person who's just rehearsin'
Well I
gotta say this my lad:
He rested his cheek against hers:
You're
the top! You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top! You're Napoleon
brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain,
You're
the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry,
You're
cellophane.
You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner.
You're the
time of the Derby winner.
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to
pop.
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
He laughed again and hugged her, she kissed his neck:
You're
the top! You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top! You're a Coolidge
dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred
Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama,
You're
Camembert.
You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante,
You're the
nose of the great Durante.
I'm just in the way, as the French
would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the
bottom,
You're the top.
He pulled away and shook his head, but smiled at her affectionately as she finished:
You're
the top! You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top! You're a hot
tamale.
You're an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen,
You're
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're
Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the
moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or
GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
He burst out laughing and took her into his arms, holding her close and saying, "I love you too, Katherine."
Her bed smelled really good, and it was so warm…
Katherine sighed and snuggled into the warm, soft, but for some reason unusually firm pillow. It shifted slightly and the familiar heartbeat made her smile contentedly.
"Wait a second…" She thought, as she realized that pillows weren't supposed to move or have heartbeats.
She opened her eyes to see tanned skin, some random scars, and tawny chest hairs upon a chest that was gently rising and falling.
Suddenly she remembered last night and grinned, snuggling up closer to Remus and not being able to help a slight, "Mmmm…"
She heard a slight chuckle from above her and felt long fingers run through her hair, "Morning."
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He'd been watching her sleep for a few minutes now, he would never get over how she looked when fast asleep. Honestly, he wasn't sure there could be anything more beautiful.
He wondered if she knew that she hummed when she slept.
Oh well…
Eventually she stirred and he watched, trying not to chuckle, as she wiggled around a little and then grinned and snuggled into him more.
He couldn't help reaching down and stroking her lovely hair as he said, "Morning."
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She grinned up lazily at him, "Good morning, Remus."
He smiled down at her, "Are you hungry? Would you like me to bring you some tea?"
She shook her head and snuggled back into him, "Not unless you want some too. I'd rather just stay here for a while longer, if you don't mind."
He grinned and cuddled her close, "I believe I can be cohearsed."
She chuckled.
He rubbed her arm and eventually broke the silence by saying, "So…"
She rested her chin on his chest, "So?"
He chewed his lip a moment before he asked, "What happens now?"
She tilted her head, "What do you mean?" Then it hit her and she sat up and looked at him indignantly, "Exactly what are you saying? Do you think I said that to you and slept with you, but wouldn't want to actually be with you? Merlin, Remus, you're my best friend and you honestly think…"
He pulled her down and kissed her, shutting off her anger. When he pulled away he smiled and brushed some hair out of her face, "I was just checking."
She scowled at him.
He laughed and held her close, "I love you, Katherine. I only want to do what will make you happy."
She rolled her eyes but cuddled into him, "Ever think about making yourself happy?"
"Hmmm… never occurred to me." He nuzzled her ear.
She kissed his shoulder, "I love you too."
He smiled and combed his fingers through her hair, "I never thought this would happen."
"What? Having sex? Being in love?" She looked up at him as she rested her head on his chest.
He rolled his eyes, "Being with you, love."
She frowned, "I'm sorry."
He kissed her forehead, "It doesn't matter now."
She nodded and stroked his chest.
He continued combing his fingers through her hair and asked, "Does this mean that you'll finally admit you've been helping me after my transformations each month?"
She blushed and said, "How did you know that?"
He rolled his eyes, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a stupid man Katherine. Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out? Who else would it have been?"
She chuckled, "I don't know… the magical werewolf nurse fairy?"
He pulled her hair, glaring at her.
She laughed, then shook her head and looked at him earnestly, "I don't know, Remus. Sirius told me that you didn't like him being around during your transformations and so I thought…"
He hugged her, "But he's not you. I'd be happy to have you around… if you wanted."
She beamed at him and said, "I want." She kissed his chin.
He took her face between his hands and stroked her cheeks, looking into her eyes. "You really are just so…"
She kissed his hands, "So are you, darling." She rested her head on his chest again and smiled, "Do you think we're going to get out of this bed today, even?"
He chuckled, "Do you really care?"
She laughed, "Not really."
He smiled, "Me either."
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Harry came over to Grimmauld Place to find only Sirius at home, in the kitchen having lunch. "Where is everyone?" Harry asked as he sat down.
Sirius looked up and shrugged.
Harry gave a surprised look, "You don't know?"
Sirius smirked, "Oh, I know. But I really would rather not have that discussion with you at this point in time." He took a sip of his tea.
"What do you mean?" He was honestly baffled.
Sirius rolled his eyes and passed the plate of sandwiches, "Here, Harry, just have something to eat and tell me how things are going at school."
