Back to the present... erm... can't actually remember what happens in this one... so it's probably not anything exciting or significant... but meh... we love Siri and Rems so it's ok ;)
I breathed the fresh morning, crisp and trickling down my throat, tingling my senses, charming me back into reality. Remus' forehead pressed against my spine, breathing sweet, somnolent breaths down my back as he shuffled and moved in his sleep, sprawling his lengths across my body and pulling me into a crushing hug, clinging like a koala bear.
"Good morning" I whispered, reaching behind me and stroking the hair on the back of his head.
He didn't reply, instead, squeezed me closer with his arms and legs, stretching his neck over my shoulder and rocking his face against my cheek, clearly still lost in a dream world. I smiled and wombed in the warmth of his grasping arms, never wanting to leave, until a flood of kindness swept over my body. I was going to cook him breakfast, make him feel loved, give him a lie-in, so he'd wake up to a warm plate of food and a happy looking man. Charily, as not to wake him, I slipped from the heat of his body into the biting cold and dressed myself, brushing my hair, shaving and making myself look generally presentable, prior to leaving the bedroom and fumbling through the cupboards for a frying pan.
But before I could even finish putting the eggs and bacon in, Remus stumbled out, yawning and stabilising himself against the door frame, only dressed with a shirt that had been lazily draped over his shoulders and a pair of navy boxer shorts.
"Oh, good... I thought you'd left without saying good bye..." He mumbled, squinting through his fingers, protecting his face from the morning light.
I gave him a friendly grin.
"Nah, only cooking you breakfast – I thought I'd let you sleep. But I will be going later, so don't get your hopes up."
His face fell, as if I'd just told him that I was going for an execution, making me realise how curtly I'd phrased my sentence.
"Oh, Rems, don't give me that look... I need to go..."
"Why? I thought you made it clear yesterday that I was the most important thing to you. What could be more essential than staying with me?"
I prodded the frying food.
"It's Harry – he's in some pretty deep shit and needs my support. You, yourself, told me I needed to be nicer to him."
"Yeah, nice, I never said you should give him a hand job whenever he's feeling a tiny bit stressed."
The grease spat at me, sending burning specs of oil onto my skin – clearly it agreed with Remus.
"I'm not 'giving him a hand job'." I sighed, calmly running my hand under cold water. "He's been having troubles with his scar, is dream about Voldemort a lot and now, to top it all off, he's managed to get entered into the Tri-wizard Tournament." Stepping back to the frying pan, I pushed the now slightly charred bacon and eggs onto 2 separate plates. "I – we – think he's back or at least coming."
A look of liquid guilt trickled from his forehead, slowly making its way toward his chin.
"Ah... I... You... Sorry... Is he really, do you think?"
I nodded, handing him his food.
"I didn't want to believe it at first, either – when I got his letter back in Russia... you'd gone by then, so I couldn't really consult you..."
"Well, I think you've done the right thing so far..." He smiled, pecking my cheek.
"Yeah... at the moment, I think he's just finished the second challenge and managed not to die yet... so things are looking up... ish..."
"How do you know all this? Where are you staying? Please, don't get yourself caught, Siri... I don't want to have to go through the next 12 years like the last." He heaved, eyes searching my face for any signs of caution.
"Don't worry, Rems. I'm staying in a cave near the Hogwarts grounds – yes that means I don't know everything that's going on, but it's safer than strutting around town, whether I'm an animagus or not. And I'm sure, if Dumbledore found me, he wouldn't turn me in."
He put his breakfast down for a moment and wrapped his long, thin arms around me, cradling my head on his collar bone.
"For Merlin's sake, be careful. If you die on me I won't forgive you, I hope you know that."
I grinned at his delicate expression as he drew away.
"I wouldn't even dream of it."
My food lay on my plate, cold and limp. I stared at it, confused at how Remus was eating what I'd cooked without vomiting. He stood to clean his up and I handed him mine.
"I thought I told you not to die on me, Siri. Having your existence sucked out of you by a dementor is only one of the ways you can do it, but starving counts too."
I smirked and placed my food next to me, standing and climbing on to him, nibbling his lips, kissing his face, neck, checking his pulse with my tongue. Then paused, looking up into his crystal pools of blue.
"Why would I starve if I have such a delicious looking Remus Lupin right in front of me?"
He bared his perfect, white teeth and bent down to plant a warm kiss on my open lips.
"Turned cannibal, now, have we?"