Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except the woman, who isn't actually named so yeah ….. all the recognizable characters belong to the great J.K. Rowling.
You never were
He woke up in a strange room, looking around he noticed his suitcase open and half unpacked on the floor. He sat up slowly, his body protesting and swung his legs out of bed his feet made contact with the soft carpet. He remembered now, he had moved in with her, in the small house in the middle of London.
He was parched, quietly he made his way across the room and down the stairs in a quest for water, he made his way to the kitchen, picking up the post along the way, sounds of pans and other kitchen utensils assaulted his ears as he walked into the brightly lit kitchen.
"Morning" She greeted brightly as he sat down at the small table, muttering his own greeting. "Never were a morning person, were you?" She placed a cup of coffee in front of him and busied herself with the breakfast.
"Thank you" He said quietly, she turned round to face him, knowing the true meaning of his gratefulness, and she smiled at him cheerfully "No problem Remus, what are old friends for?"
He stood and crossed the short distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly, her own arms encircling him, they stood there until a burning smell reached their noses.
"Oh my God, the toast!" She exclaimed and rushed over to the grill, grabbing two very burnt pieces of toast.
"You never were good at cooking, were you?" He stated, taking the burnt toast from her and binning them. She replied to him with a glare. "Maybe I should cook" Another glare headed his way.