July 6th , Saturday

Ways to wake Remus up I tried: 5 (knocking, calling, screaming, stealing his blanket and tickling him); new meals we learned to cook: 2 (spaghetti with tomato sauce and fruit yoghurt); games of chess I lost to Remus: 41 (out of 42 games played); games of exploding snap Remus lost to me: 15 (out of 15, so on the overall, I won!)

Molly wasn't there today, so I couldn't continue my cooking lessons. Shame, really! I was really getting the hang of it.

So I read a few pages in my book, made a crossword puzzle and cleaned the bathroom without magic. That took up two hours, then it was 9.30 and I was bored to death. Spent most part of the morning checking if Remus was already awake. I know I should let him sleep, but I was bored. I really tried occupying myself, but I'd already done all there is to be done, and I'm not one of the most patient persons. I hoped Molly would show up around lunchtime, but instead, an owl delivered a package of food and a little booklet with recipes along with a note saying that I had permission to cook, but only under Remus' surveillance. At 11.30 I decided that I was hungry and should start cooking if I wanted to eat by noon, so I finally had a reason to wake Remus.

It wasn't as easy as I had imagined. First, I knocked on his door a few times. Then I tried calling through the door. Then stepping inside and calling again. Then standing beside his bed and screaming into his ear. Found out he wears oropax. Finally succeeded with a combination of screaming, tickling and stealing his covers. That last point turned out to be a huge mistake.

Remus is sleeping only in his pyjama bottoms (hadn't noticed that as of yet). And let me tell you, once he's not covered in blood, he's actually quite dishy. Of course, his chest is covered with scars and one last bandage. But he isn't quite as thin as he seems. Actually, his chest and upper arms are rather muscular. Just as I was standing there drooling over him, he woke up and decided to tickle me back. So we rolled around in his bed, laughing and giggling, and believe me when I say: it felt exactly as it sounds!

I am one lucky woman. I do not only get to spend all my time with the sweetest, smartest man I currently know (apart from my colleague Sharlene's baby boy Jack, but he plays in a totally different league), I also discover that he is rather handsome, and to top that, I get to totally feel him up.

Needless to say that my crush has totally exploded. Sigh

The cooking was another highlight of the day. Molly had sent us a recipe and a package with fresh ingredients. I would have liked to do grocerie shopping, but we're both not allowed to leave the house. Remus was a huge help, since he's already got some experience (of course, since he's been living on his own ten years longer than me), and we had a lot of fun. Still can't believe I managed to flirt (only friendly, of course) so much and still cook an edible meal consisting of three courses.

The rest of the day was spent in front of the fireplace playing chess and exploding snap. We quickly found out where our talents are: I'm really good with the fast, loud games, whereas Remus is more of a strategy person.

All in all a fabulously poetic day, filled with clichés coming true: Tickling in bed, cooking, and sitting in front of a fireplace. I'm on cloud number nine.

A/N: I don't imagine Remus to be like in the movie.No offence to David Thewlis, but he just looked too old. I mean, come on, 37 is not that old.