SOOOO... I'm back! Sorry I haven't updated in forever. But to make up for it, have a chapter that is basically all fluff. I hope you enjoy, and be sure to review!


Jasmine sat with her knees drawn to her chest, staring at the space before her as the fire crackled. She had been there for hours now, since she'd woken up, not saying a word. It was just one of those days, she woke and decided she needed to be at home. So here she sat, wrapped in one of Remus' more woolly sweaters, the late November rain tapping at the windows. Her husband was teaching, and she knew he it would be hours yet before he realized she wasn't there. She simply wanted to be at home.

The castle was warm, and had every comfort imaginable furnished, but there were times she simply needed to sink into the armchair by the fire and watch the flames nibble the logs away. Jasmine closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the fire as it slowly sank into her bones. She'd closed her eyes and started to relax a bit when the flames in the fireplace blazed a flash of bright green. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked over her knees at Remus, who had come to kneel before her.

"I thought I'd find you here." He said gently, resting his hands on her arms.

"You should be in class." She said quietly.

"Free period." He whispered, gently moving her legs just enough so he could scoop her up and spin around and hold her in place. She snuggled back into his arms, feeling his strong embrace and warmth. "You shouldn't be alone here, my love."

"I just wanted to be at home." She said, again in her small voice.

"Shhh." He whispered, and kissed her temple. "I have you now."

"Mmm." She hummed back.

"Harry came by." He told her.

"Oh?" She replied. There was not too much interest in her voice, but he knew it wasn't exactly accurate.

"I... Did not know what to tell him." He said honestly. "I just, sent him on, said you'd catch up later. He was worried about you."

"Thank you." It was quiet, maybe so much so that Remus wondered if he would have even heard it if not for his condition.

"I think you should maybe come back with me, baby." He told her, stroking her hair. "Come stay in my office, please?" Jasmine did not respond, she knew it wasn't really an option. She could tell he was worrying him, and truth be told she loved him for it.

"Do you remember when you first started asking me to come eat with you?" She ask, still staring into the fire.

"I do."

"And you'd come even though it was past one in the morning and you'd have work early." She sounded almost humored.

"I wanted to see you." He laughed. "You're so wonderful. And it was just- I couldn't get enough time with you."

"Do you know how weird that was for me?" She laughed, finally, turning slightly to tuck her head under his chin. Remus recoiled a bit and snorted.

"Weird?" He questioned. He looked at her in a mock-offense.

"Just," She shook her head, "I had this vague memory of you from when you'd come around with James. You were just so cute. Made me feel all stupid."

"Are you actively blushing?" He laughed.

"You know your students think your kinda fit, right?" She laughed, and he blushed.

"Don't remind me. I can hear them." They both laughed and he brushed a stray crimson lock from her face. "You're so beautiful. They talk about you, too." He kissed her nose.

"Cute." She said, and she readjusted herself to be settled on his lap better, one leg on either side of him. "So," She fluttered her eyelashes, "Professor, how long before you have to go back?" She slid her hands under his shirt and up his toned stomach, kissing the smirk off his face.

"In about an hour, a little more." He said as she sat back, tugging at his collar. "Plenty of time, really." He added as she kissed her way across his jaw and up to his ears.


"So, tell me, what do you usually do for Christmas?" Jasmine ask over her cup of hot chocolate. Harry looked at her as if she had ask him some sort of complex maths problem.

"I, er, stay here?" Harry said a bit questioningly. "I mean, I usually got a pair of Dudley's old socks wrapped up. Sometimes an orange or the candies he doesn't like." He shrugged. Jasmine sat forward and settled her cup on the table.

"That bitch!" She spat. She furrowed her brow and shook her head, then refocused on the young wizard before her and smiled. "So- What, ideally, would you want to do for Christmas?" Again, Harry looked confused. "It's not a trick question, sweetheart. Tell me what you want for Christmas?"

"I-I have never been ask this before." He stammered. It made Jasmine want to cry.

"Well, I'm asking you now." She said softly. "Consider it a standing question from here until you bury me, actually. But you don't have to answer right now. I just want to make it a good one for you- I owe it to you." She smiled sadly into her cup as she took a sip.

"No!" Harry shook his head. "Aunt Jazz, really. You don't!"

"Sweetheart, just let me do this, okay? It's just been the two of us this whole time, this year we'd love the opportunity to have someone to spoil." She looked the young man over, and he finally lifted his eyes to meet hers.

"Okay, I'll think about it." He nodded. She could tell something was on his mind.

"Harry?" She ask, waiting.

"Can I ask you a question?" He said, looking away again. "I just- I just wonder, maybe, if you-" He paused. He stood up. "No, never-mind." He moved as if to leave the room but Jasmine stopped him.

"You want to know if we can try to get custody again." She stated the fact she already knew. He could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Its really too much to ask." He said, "I'm sorry."

"I will refile an appeal. I will ask that now that you're this old and know me, that you come and give your account and opinion. But-" She paused, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Harry, please know there are other factors that I could not even begin to explain to you that can keep this from happening. I'd love to tell you right this second you never have to see Petunia again. Trust me, it is so good to be away from her. But, the world is not so kind- And the Ministry is even worse." Her heart ached, but she knew that between Dumbledore's insistence he was safer in Muggle hands and Remus' lycanthropy, they stood nearly no chance.

"I understand." He nodded. She hugged Harry to her, ruffling his hair.

"I promise to keep trying." She said. "Yeah? And even if it doesn't go our way- You can always come stay for as long as you like. Barring that Petunia agrees to it. Bitch she is..."

"Yeah." He nodded, laughing a little at his Aunt's hatred for her sister. "Thank you, Aunt Jazzy."

"Of course, Harry. Now, I suppose it is getting time for you to need to go- But promise me you'll think about what you want for Christmas?" She said, shooing him off as he promised her he would try. She sighed and leaned against the wall, wondering if Harry was the sort that would handle the 'furry problem' with the same acceptance and grace as the rest of his family had. It would make things so much easier, after all.


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Love to you all!