"You're not – upset – that I healed you, are you?" Tonks asked Remus, helping herself to another plate of Remus' Pad Thai.

Remus had been thinking of his own feelings on the matter all day; he'd woken in his cottage, freshly healed, bandaged, and obviously well cared for following the full moon. The last memory he had before waking was falling unconscious from blood loss (or so he suspected) in the dark cellar. He'd hardly expected to wake in his own bed, well wrapped and feeling surprisingly well. It was obvious he hadn't healed himself. A small mountain of bloodied rags and empty vials of potions lay on the floor; the evidence of the extent of his injuries was damning.

A few inhales revealed Tonks' and Sirius' scents in his room, but Tonks' scent was all over his body. She'd clearly been the one to apply Dittany to his innumerable wounds. He was impressed and concerned that she'd broken through all his wards and enchantments. Had Sirius helped? He wondered. He'd gotten out of bed gingerly in the mid-morning, finding his wand, a cup of tea, and a note waiting for him on his bedside table. The note read:

Remus,

You frightened me half to death. I found you almost dead in the cellar. I patched you up as best I could. Padfoot helped too. We put up as many wards as we could, but I had to go to work this morning. I'll be by to check on you after work. Please rest, and send a Patronus to Padfoot as soon as you're able to let him know you're alive. I'll see you as soon as I'm able.

Love,

Dora

The note was written in hurried, messy script, but it was obvious Tonks – his Dora – had written it. He felt ashamed and embarrassed; if he'd been almost dead, and in the cellar, no less, he'd have been naked. The injuries he had remembered were grotesque and severe. She'd seen all of that and helped him. She'd seen all that and hadn't run away screaming. That was…unexpected.

Remus braced himself; his blood was still running cold from hearing of Dora's run-in with Fenrir Greyback at Borgin & Burkes, but he felt calmer knowing Dora had made it safely away and that Kingsley would be keeping her from other werewolves. It wasn't enough to completely mollify him, but Remus knew better than to worry Dora over her career choice. She had earned the role and deserved it, Remus' anxieties be damned, or so he thought.

He broke out of his thoughts when Dora called his name again. "Remus? Are you upset with me?" she asked timidly. He felt angry with himself again; he'd lost his temper with her over the incident with Greyback. Despite it being anger at the offending werewolf – he would never suspect Dora of cheating on him – he'd gotten hostile. He willed himself to relax to answer her.

"Not at you, no," Remus replied. "I'm upset you had to see that at all." True enough.

"I've told you a million times, I don't care that you're a werewolf," Tonks emphasized. "I do care whether you live or die."

"I know, love," Remus sighed. "It's not easy, knowing you had to care for me because I couldn't do it myself."

"But it's not your fault!" Tonks insisted. "You can't help it!"

"I know that too," Remus said. "This is one of the many burdens of being with a werewolf. I don't like that you went to work exhausted from caring for me. It's not fair to you."

"I don't care! I'd do it every night if I had to!" Tonks vowed. "I like taking care of you, just how you like taking care of me!"

"I know," Remus smiled, much to Tonks' surprise. She was probably expecting a fight, because I'm a total prat about these things. "I made that realization just this morning."

"Oh," Tonks said, a perplexed look on her face.

"I think this full moon was harder now that I've been with you, umm, intimately," Remus said, flushing. "I mentioned that my wolf thinks you're its mate? I think the wolf was lonely and missing you."

"That's fucking adorable," Tonks said, beaming. Remus rolled his eyes at the suggestion. "Adorable" and "werewolf" never belonged together. "Does that mean I should join you next time?" she suggested.

"NO!" Remus bellowed. "I'm still very, very dangerous. Dora, you can't be anywhere near me when I'm transformed."

"What are you saying, then?" Tonks' face was puzzled again. "You – or your wolf – missed me but I can't be there?"

"I have two propositions for you," Remus began. "Please bear in mind these are tremendous leaps of faith for me." His heart was hammering in his chest out of nervousness, and Tonks was looking at him with excited, expectant eyes.

"I still don't want you anywhere near me during my transformation," Remus explained, "but maybe you can come to check on me the morning after? If you'd like? As the first proposition?" Remus held his breath. She had just insisted that she would be willing to help him.

Tonks grinned widely at him and sat up from her chair, knocking it over in the process. She wrapped her arms around Remus' neck and kissed him deeply. "Of course I'd like to help! You've no idea how worried I was yesterday!" she asserted. "You'll let me into the wards and enchantments?"

"Yes," Remus responded. "I'm going to re-do the wards to allow you into them, except for the ones that are specific to the full moon. The only reason you were able to break through the wards and enchantments I had is that it was past moonset. During the full moon itself, no one but me, in my werewolf form, could make it past the enchantments, and as a werewolf, successfully handling a wand is laughable at best."

"That's really advanced magic, Remus," Tonks admired. "Did you set that up yourself?"

"I did," Remus confessed. "With my own blood," he said, more quietly, as Tonks' jaw dropped. "Blood magic can be Dark, but it's one of the only ways to secure, beyond a doubt, myself from others during a full moon."

"Wow," Tonks breathed. "I never knew that was possible."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts has always been a passion," Remus explained. "That meant I had more exposure to the Dark Arts than the average wizard, and I used them to my advantage to protect others from me."

"Remind me to tell you about what I found at the shop today," Tonks said excitedly. "But first, what was the other proposition you had for full moons?"

Remus readied himself again; the second ask was a bit more personal, but considering she'd agreed to help him after the full moon, he hoped she'd be willing to help in another way.

"I was wondering if I might be able to borrow something of yours for a full moon," Remus began slowly. "Anything that smells like you. I think the scent…will calm the wolf," he finished sheepishly. "I understand if that's too much to ask. It's the closest the wolf can get to having well, you, in the same room."

"Would an old jumper work?" Tonks suggested immediately. "Maybe an old blanket? Let me see what I've got!" Remus couldn't help but smile stupidly at Tonks' enthusiasm. Of course she was happy to oblige. Of course she wanted to help. He really didn't deserve her, he thought. He wondered what he'd done to deserve this level of kindness.

Before Dora could run off to find a Tonks-scented item for Remus' next full moon, Remus stood up and drew her into a tight embrace. He could still smell Greyback on her – he'd rectify that later. For now, he held onto his girlfriend tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair and squeezing her smaller frame to his own.

"I love you, Dora," he whispered. "More than you could possibly know."

"I love you too, Remus," Dora replied, beaming up at him. "Is that the first time I've said that to you?" Dora asked.

"I think so," Remus replied. "But I think I knew it long before now." He began kissing her face, replacing every lingering scent of Greyback's with his own. He ran the pads of his thumbs over her cheeks, nose, and lips, kissing her softly wherever his thumbs went.

"Scent marking me?" Tonks asked, a cheeky grin on her face.

"You're mine," Remus replied simply. "I don't want you smelling like anyone else but me."

Tonks brought her hands to Remus' hips and slipped them past his belt and waistline, placing them firmly on his backside. "Is this how I scent mark you?" Tonks asked, smirking.

Remus laughed loudly. "It is," he answered, "but your scent is much lighter than mine. It'd be far more effective the other way around."

"Uh huh," Tonks said, "care to show me how it's done properly?" She pulled him closer to her body, gently leading them towards her bed.

"If you insist, Dora," Remus whispered, pressing kisses on Tonks' face, as they both hurriedly undressed. My Dora, all mine, he thought, as she led them to her bed for him to take her.

….

"I forgot to tell you about the blood pendant!" Tonks said as they were laying in her bed, curled up against each other's naked bodies.

"Hmm?" Remus wondered. His groin was pressed against Tonks' back, his arm draped over her waist holding her tightly. He inhaled again, pleased that only his scent remained on her body.

"At the shop today!" Tonks said excitedly. "Your blood magic reminded me of it."

"If it was at Borgin & Burkes, it was likely Dark blood magic," Remus commented. "Hardly anyone uses blood magic for good."

"It was a tracking pendant," Tonks explained. "It tracks the location of the person whose blood it contains. Borgin said spouses have been known to get them."

"I'm assuming not because they wanted to know if their spouses would be late for dinner?"

"Yeah," Tonks confirmed. "I got the feeling it was mostly husbands who had them so they could cheat on their wives. Absolutely revolting, isn't it?"

"It is," Remus admitted. "It would be far better as a security tool, but of course no one would use it that way."

"What do you mean?"

"If your mum had access to your whereabouts at all times, how would it make you feel?"

"She could just Apparate to wherever I was?"

"Assuming no anti-Apparition wards, yes," Remus clarified.

"Child me would've hated it," Tonks confessed. "Parent of child me would've loved it, especially with Bellatrix on the loose."

"And as an adult?"

"Major invasion of my privacy," Tonks mused. "She could just pop in here! See us just as we are!"

"Imagine if just anyone could have such a tool," Remus suggested. "If the pendant were stolen from your mum and given to a less savory sort?"

"Bellatrix," Tonks said softly. "I'd be dead before I knew it."

"I suspect Borgin sells items like that to more than just spouses," Remus hinted. "Anyone with a vendetta against another could get their blood and find them."

"That's despicable," Tonks lamented. "I've half a mind to go back and get it, just so that no one else can."

"I'm sure it's not the only one he has, love," Remus assured. "If you insist on going back, take me with you. I don't want you running into Greyback again without me or one of the Order members."

"I hate Knockturn Alley," Tonks said. "I won't be going back unless I have to."

"Good," Remus agreed. "Now rest up; you've got work again tomorrow and I plan on taking you one more time before you head out."

Tonks whipped around, smiling teasingly at Remus, and bringing her lips back to his, as Remus readied his body to fill hers again.

…..

Kingsley and Moody took the news of Remus and Dora's relationship better than Remus had expected. Kingsley was shocked to hear of Greyback's association and the implications Tonks' relationship with a werewolf had on her future interactions with werewolves. He promised not to allow Scrimgeour to set Tonks off anywhere near male werewolves, under the guise of the "distressing" situation outside Borgin & Burkes. Otherwise, Kingsley had been quite genial about the whole relationship.

Moody, on the other hand, gave Remus the talk he'd expected from Ted Tonks. Evidently, Dora was more like a daughter to the grizzled Auror than Remus had anticipated.

Remus and Moody had been partnered together at the Department of Mysteries a few days before December's full moon when Moody decided to have his little "chat" about Remus' intentions with the youngest Auror.

"Tonks is quite taken with you," Moody grumbled. "Unlike her to have someone around this long."

"Is that so?" Remus replied evenly.

"Aurors' schedules don't lend themselves to work-life balance, as the Muggles would put it."

Remus frowned. This much was true. Tonks had been in and out of her flat the last couple weeks, thanks to Scrimgeour's insistence she keep interviewing all magical creatures but werewolves. She had been back at Hogwarts for the better part of two weeks, led by a recently-returned Hagrid, to consort with centaurs, per the Ministry's request. Remus suspected it was really Dolores Umbridge's doing, given her hatred of 'half-breeds.'

"I do miss her when she's out awhile," Remus admitted. "But she earned her job and I wouldn't want to get in her way."

"Good," Moody said gruffly. "You'll be wanting a family with her, then?"

"It's not something we've decided on," Remus offered. It was the most neutral answer he could provide.

"Lass'd be barking mad to want a child right now," Moody growled. "Better to wait on that, even with the lycanthropy business of yours."

"You don't…mind?" Remus asked tentatively.

"Not unless you plan on using it to hurt her," Moody said brusquely. "Even if she weren't completely capable of it herself, I wouldn't hesitate to hex you into oblivion if you hurt her."

"I would deserve it," Remus said softly. "I don't deserve her."

"No one does, lad," Moody countered. "Best make it worth her while."

"It's what I plan on doing every day she lets me. I'll give her anything and everything she wants, short of something that endangers her life," Remus vowed.

"Quite the hold she has on you, lad," Moody almost smiled. Or was it a grimace? Remus never knew.

"A bit pathetic, isn't it?"

"We are all fools in love," Moody muttered.

"You read Austen?" Remus gaped.

"Only woman I've ever loved," Moody said cryptically. "Best be glad yours loves you in return." Moody looked away from a bamboozled Remus, leaving the two in near silence for the rest of their shift.

….

"I'll be right back at moonset, sweetheart," Tonks said to Remus. It was the morning before the full moon – Remus had relented and allowed himself to stay with Tonks the night before his transformation. Letting his walls down was harder than he anticipated, but it seemed to make Tonks happy, so he had obliged to her request to stay the night before December's full moon.

"I took this jumper with me for all my romps with the centaurs," Tonks explained. She offered the worn jumper to Remus. "Does it smell enough like me?"

Remus lifted the worn jumper up to his nostrils and inhaled deeply. He smelled notes of honeysuckle, chocolate, vanilla, and cinnamon. All warm, comforting, soothing scents of his girlfriend.

"It's perfect, Dora," remarked Remus. "Thank you. If something, umm, happens to it, you won't be offended if it's ruined?"

"You expect an accident?" Tonks looked up at him, with a curious expression.

"I haven't the foggiest what to expect," Remus explained. "I don't know if the wolf will be gentle with it."

"It's pretty worn, if you haven't noticed," Tonks clarified. "If this works, it'll be better than cleaning out my closet," she teased, smiling coyly at Remus. The hammering in his heart grew stronger. So close to a full moon and he wanted to ravish her aggressively; controlling his desires, he swallowed hard and managed to thank Dora for the offering.

"Send me a Patronus when you get home from work?" Remus asked. "So I know you're alright?"

"Only if it's before moonrise," Tonks replied. "Dunno how your wolf would like a pretend jack rabbit floating in its space." Remus laughed at the idea.

"I think the wolf would be confused if it heard your voice," he admitted. "Send it anyway, no matter the time, please."

"Alright, love," Tonks agreed. She stood on her toes to kiss Remus once more before she went off to work. The upcoming moon felt as distressing as the previous one, now being separated from Tonks for a second time. He desperately hoped the Tonks-scented jumper would spare him from nearly killing himself again.

…..

"Good morning, love," Tonks said softly. Remus' eyes were opening in the darkness of the cellar. There was a tangy, metallic scent in the air, but it wasn't very strong compared to the previous moon. He wasn't sure if he'd imagined Dora's voice, so he shut his eyes and began scanning his body for cuts, bruises, and breaks.

"Nothing's broken, Remus!" Tonks exclaimed happily. Remus winced; the loudness of her voice hurt his ears.

"Do you mind lowering your voice, Dora?" Remus croaked. "Hurts my ears."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she whispered. "How do you feel?"

"I've been better," he admitted. "I've also been a lot worse." The quick scan he'd given revealed nothing broken – that he could feel – but merely sore muscles, a few throbbing gashes, and a sizeable bruise on his shoulder. All in all, an average transformation.

"I already applied Dittany to the gashes," Dora murmured. "I've got potions and salves upstairs. Can you walk yet?" Remus wiggled his toes and feet to check they functioned properly.

"I think so," Remus replied. He got up from his fetal position on the floor gingerly, wincing with any sharp movements he made.

"I brought your clothes," Dora offered. "Need help getting them on?"

Remus shook his head, and grabbed the boxers and worn undershirt first to cover himself up, then added the pajama pants and jumper. His shoulder throbbed, which Dora noticed, and she gently helped the jumper over his head.

"Ready?" Dora asked. Remus nodded and followed Tonks up the stairs slowly, the bones in his knees making light popping sounds with each step. He was wincing and groaning lightly, but pleased that he could walk and move up the stairs mostly unaided so soon after moonset.

"I brought breakfast!" Tonks said happily. "I'd've made it myself, but my cooking skills are shit, as you know. Molly and Arthur send their best, and chocolate croissants!" Remus smiled despite his exhaustion and pain; Tonks was clearly elated by her ability to help him.

"Thank you, Dora," he said softly. "One of the best post-full moons I've had in awhile," he added truthfully. It had been years since anyone cared for him so tenderly after a transformation; the last time, it might have been his own mother who cared so well for him.

Tonks beamed at the praise and shuffled him to his bed, shooing him away from getting anything for himself.

"Breakfast and healing in bed!" she declared. Remus wanted to protest against the kindness, but thought better of it, and accepted Tonks' doting without complaint.

"How long have you been here?" Remus asked, over a bite of croissant.

"A little over an hour," Tonks answered. "I knew it wasn't moonset till about a half hour ago, since that's when the wards finally let me through. I got all this set up for you in the meantime."

"All this?" Remus asked.

"I told Molly I'd be helping you this full moon!" Tonks said excitedly, much to Remus' horror. She must have seen the look on his face, as she hastily added, "After moonset, of course. I told her how badly I'd found you last time and I didn't want that happening again, so you'd agreed to let me help you after moonset."

"Molly didn't find it - strange?" Remus wondered.

"She made me promise I wouldn't get here any earlier than I had to, even after I explained all the moon-specific wards you had," Tonks said breathlessly. "She forced me to show up at the Burrow this morning to make sure I wasn't here too early." Tonks rolled her eyes.

"Little did I know, she had all this for you!" Tonks gestured to the table. It was laden with the croissants, a container of soup, and what appeared to be homemade bread.

"Molly did all this – for me?" Remus was incredulous.

"The woman was practically threatening me if I didn't feed you properly," Tonks grinned. "I think she misses caring for her own kids."

"She's a good woman," Remus admitted. "Reminds me of my own mum sometimes."

"You haven't told me much about your parents," Tonks noted. "Why's that?"

"They're both dead now," Remus said. "Not much to tell, really."

Tonks frowned. "One of these days you'll tell me, yeah? Now, eat up. I've got to go to work but I'll be back as soon as I can. It's just reports today, or so I hope. Dreadfully dull but I won't be chasing centaurs anymore."

"Alright, Dora," Remus agreed. "I'll make sure I eat, to avoid Molly's wrath." She smiled warmly at him, kissed him soundly, and rushed to the door in her disheveled Auror robes. He really didn't deserve her.

"Dora, wait!" he called, as she whipped around. "What happened to your jumper? In the cellar?"

"Stinks of wet dog," Tonks smirked. "You can keep it. I'll bring you a new one for next time."

…..

"Happy Christmas, Remus!" Tonks said excitedly. Remus had stayed the night again at Tonks' request. She'd been asking him to move in with her the last few weeks, given how often he was there, but he kept refusing. He didn't want to be imposing on her small flat any more than he already was, and he was certain he couldn't afford to split the rent with her on a bigger place. Thus, he spent a few nights a week with her and the other few nights at Grimmauld Place to keep Sirius company. This week, nearly all the nights had been at Tonks' flat, given Arthur's recent attack at the Ministry and the sudden influx of redheaded children and Harry at Headquarters.

"Happy Christmas, Dora," Remus smiled affectionately at his girlfriend. His first Christmas with his first girlfriend. That, in itself, felt like the best gift he could have received.

"Want to open presents here, or at my parents'?" Tonks offered. His gift for her had taken him several weeks to perfect – the magic attached to the gift had been complicated, but he'd finally achieved the results he wanted.

"Here, I think," Remus decided. "The gift I have for you requires a little explaining."

"Can I open it first?" Tonks asked, an eager gleam in her eyes.

"Of course, love," Remus answered. "Let me get it for you." He got out of bed and dressed himself, heading over to the coat hook where his threadbare cloak was hanging. He reached into the pocket and pulled out the carefully wrapped box holding Tonks' Christmas present.

Remus invited Tonks to sit with him on the sofa and offered the present to her. She gladly took it and ripped the wrappings off, finding a small velvet box. She looked up at him quizzically.

"It's not that," Remus explained. "Even if I were to ask, it wouldn't be like this." Tonks accepted the answer and opened the box to find a small, garnet pendant on a gold chain.

"Is this…?" Tonks examined the pendant, which was nearly buzzing with magic. "Blood magic?" she asked him, a bewildered expression on her face.

"It is, but not what you think it's for," Remus explained. "It's my blood in there, not yours." Tonks' brow furrowed.

"The day you told me about that pendant at Borgin & Burkes, I popped over while you were at work to examine it myself and determine the enchantments on it," Remus began. "I had an idea for a different sort of tracking pendant, but it took me a while to perfect it. This pendant tracks me only if my life is in danger. It's tied to my magic and my blood. Both have to be critically injured for this to work."

"Remus, wow," Tonks breathed, looking at the pendant. "How does it work?"

"It'll heat up if I'm critically injured," Remus explained. "You'll feel it."

"Does it work for anyone else?" Tonks asked. "What if someone else finds it?"

"It's keyed to you and you alone," Remus said. "If I die, the magic dies and it can be re-enchanted for anyone else. As long as I'm alive, I'm the only one who can change the protection on it. Part of the blood magic," he added.

"I know it seems like a gift for myself, to keep me alive," Remus continued, feeling embarrassed. "But it's still a pendant and I can remove the magic from it if you don't like it, and just want to wear it as a piece of jewelry."

"Remus, this is some of the most impressive magic I've ever seen," Tonks replied. "I could never ask you to remove it, even if I wanted you to. It's a beautiful necklace, and it means so much that you care about yourself enough to give this to me. Thank you." She kissed him soundly, making his heart throb again. Thank Merlin she liked it.

"My gift will be a disappointment compared to this," Tonks said, putting the necklace on. "Didn't require weeks of magical work at all," she said with a huff.

"Having you in my life is better than anything I could ever get you," Remus replied. "You're extraordinary, and I love you." Tonks wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

"You're precious, you know that?" Tonks said. "It's a real pity no one else could know this but me," she continued, thinking deeply. "Then again, if someone else had gotten to you first, I wouldn't have you, and that'd be the real pity, now wouldn't it?" Remus stared at Tonks again, thanking Merlin and whatever deities existed that Tonks was all his. She went to her closet and pulled out a haphazardly-wrapped box, topped with a lopsided bow.

"For you!" Tonks announced, giving Remus the package. "Open it!"

Remus obliged and opened the box to find a thick, soft cloak. It was easily one of the nicest items of clothing he'd ever received, and his eyes welled up with tears when he saw it.

"For me?" Remus asked in disbelief. "Dora, this is much too nice, you shouldn't have."

"I really should have," Dora insisted. "Your current cloak is barely kept together. You deserve something nice."

"Thank you, Dora," he replied softly. "This is one of the nicest gifts I've ever received." Tonks grinned at him. "Wear your new jumper with it to my parents'!"

"I will," Remus agreed. "You mean the Gryffindor jumper you had Molly make me? I'll have to pop by Headquarters to get it from my room."

"No, silly," Tonks answered. "Molly sent these over just last night. I didn't want to wake you." She handed him a neatly wrapped package and brought one out herself. "She made us both new jumpers."

"Molly is too kind to us," Remus mused. "Altogether too kind."

"I think she's hoping we'll host a wedding at the Burrow," Tonks said, rolling her eyes. "Even if it were ever safe for us to marry, or if it's what we wanted, I couldn't impose on them like that."

"Right," Remus said tersely. A wedding at the Burrow is definitely not why we won't be getting married any time soon, if ever, he thought.

"Open yours!" Tonks requested. "I want to see what she made for us!"

Remus opened up the parcel and found a navy jumper in it with two small wolves embroidered at the front, both looking up at a half-moon. If it wasn't so…lupine…he might have found it charming. He frowned a little at it, until he saw Tonks' smile.

"Look at mine!" Tonks said. Her jumper was identical, save for the navy. Molly had knitted her sweater in red, with the identical wolves and half-moon.

"It's quite meaningful, actually," Tonks continued. "I had initially asked Molly for a wolf and a jack rabbit, like our Patronuses."

"Why two wolves, then?" Remus asked. Tonks was brimming with excitement. She grabbed her wand and cast "Expecto patronum!" revealing an elegant wolf Patronus that trotted around her small flat. Remus was gobsmacked at the sight; the wolf inside really liked it and he felt a tightening in his trousers almost instantly.

"H-How?" he stammered. "How did this happen?"

"I thought you'd know," Tonks replied. Remus looked at the slender wolf Patronus until it disappeared. Remus stared at the spot where the wolf Patronus disappeared and suddenly realized its significance.

"You love me," Remus declared.

"I thought you knew that by now, you muppet," Tonks confirmed.

"This – this is proof," Remus stammered. "Patronuses only change with large emotional upheavals – bereavement, shock, and-and falling in love. I've never seen it before. It's-well, it's remarkable."

"I thought as much," Tonks grinned. "Remarkable, huh?"

"I've never seen a change like this before," remarked Remus. "When did you find this out?"

"Two weeks ago, but I dunno if it changed before then. I only cast the Patronus Charm on Order business," Tonks explained. "Since I was with the centaurs so long, I've no clue if it changed before then."

"I'm astonished," Remus said. "You really love me."

"You didn't believe me before?" Tonks asked, eyebrows raised.

"I did," Remus confessed. "It's different to see it like this; it's real." His eyes watered, and he dabbed at the tears with his current, faded jumper.

"Happy Christmas, sweetheart," Tonks told him, kissing his forehead tenderly. "I love you."

"I love you too," Remus said. Happy Christmas indeed.