Love Poetry
"Remus!" Harry called.
"Yeah?" Came a voice from inside the cupboard. Lupin was trying to find his wand. He had mislaid it and needed to perform a powerful spell. "What?"
"What rhymes with 'bushy'?" Harry asked.
"Mushy," Lupin said. "Can you help me find my wand?" Harry pulled out his own wand and grinned.
"Accio Lupin's wand!" he said triumphantly. Lupin's wand flew out from the bottom of a huge pile of food that Lupin had pulled out the cupboard and hit it's owner in the back of the head.
"Thank you Harry," Lupin said, turning round, rubbing his head. "I wasn't thinking of like that!"
"Well I found it for you!" Harry couldn't help but laugh. Lupin thought very hard about hexing Harry, then settled on the tickling charm.
...
"What rhymes with 'lucky'?" Harry asked.
"Harry, what are you doing?!" Lupin laughed. He came into the room holding a cup of tea. He offered it to Harry, who couldn't be bothered to drink it.
"Nothing," Harry said. "What rhymes with 'lucky'?!"
"I don't know!" Lupin said. "Ducky?!"
"Ducky?!" Harry said. "How am I supposed to get THAT into it?!"
"Into what?" Lupin asked with a sly grin, but Harry just blushed and refused to answer.
...
"What rhymes with..." Harry started.
"What rhymes with 'What's this for, Harry?'" Lupin asked.
"Not saying!" Harry said, for the fifth time that morning. "What rhymes with..."
"What rhymes with 'When's this going to end, Harry?!" Lupin laughed. Harry stuck his tongue out at Lupin.
"Last one," he said.
"What rhymes with ''I-don't-know-Harry'?" Lupin asked.
"What rhymes with 'boffin'?" Harry asked.
"Coffin," Lupin said immediately.
"Ugh!" Harry said. "How am I supposed to get that into a love poem?!" he stopped and covered his mouth with his hands, blushing furiously, but it was too late.
"Love poem eh?" Lupin said. "Who to?"
"Not saying," Harry said. "I mean, no-one."
"Boffin..." Lupin said. "Hermione!"
"How did you...!" Harry said. "I mean! No!"
"Harry, I'm not stupid!" Lupin said. "I know that you're writing to her. You never shut up about her. You're always getting letters from her! It's obvious!"
"You won't tell her!" Harry said quickly.
"Promise," Lupin said. "Can I read it?"
"No!" Harry said. "It's private!" Lupin burst out to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Harry demanded angrily.
"Ah, Snivellus." Lupin was wiping tears from his eyes at his point.
"What?!" Harry said. "How does Snape come intro this?"
"Haven't I ever told you?!" Lupin asked. "Haven't you guessed? Not even when you looked into Snape's pensive."
"Guessed what?!" Harry said.
"Not a word about this at school," Lupin said, now semi-serious. "Especially not in potions."
"I won't," Harry promised.
"Or in your Occlumency classes," Lupin said.
"I'm not doing them again!" Harry said. Lupin frowned. "Just tell me!"
"Tell you what, Harry?" Lupin asked innocently.
"What Snape has to do with my poem," Harry said.
"Snape fancied your mother, Harry," Lupin said, smiling.