"Harry, Harry slow down." Remus said against Harry's fervent lips.
Harry pulled back quickly, a worried expression adorning his face, "Did I do something wrong?"
Remus shook his head before giving him a peck on the lips. "No Harry, not at all. It's just that we really don't need to rush into this Harry, it's only been a month since we started seeing each other and I don't want you to feel pressured into anything because of what Dumbledore said. We can take as much time as you need."
"I guess I do feel a little pressured by that." Harry sighed and got up from his position straddling the older man's lap.
"And that's perfectly understandable. But I do need you to remember something Harry and it is important that you never forget it, no matter what happens in the future or has already happened."
"What?" Harry wasn't sure if this was going to be a good thing or not.
"To almost everyone in the world, you are simply the Boy-Who-Lived, but, here, in this room, you are the Boy-Who-Can-Drive-Me-Crazy by either biting your pencil or by kissing me like you just were. There are so many things that you are to me that does not pertain to the Boy-Who-Lived persona that the rest of the Wizarding World see when they look at you. Inside here, you are not the chosen one or Dumbledore's 'Golden Boy' you're the boy that I am hopelessly falling fo-"
Harry's mouth clamped over his before he could finish his sentence and, they ended up snogging. The passion between the two of them was palpable and, if anyone had entered the room, they would have probably been able to see it surrounding them. They got hotter and hotter as they carried on, groping each other as their tongues tangled around each other in their mouths.
This went on for possibly hours, they took no notice of the time passing and, finally, after a long session of snogging, they fell asleep in each other's arms. That was the most peaceful sleep that either of them had experienced for a long time.