“So...what do you
think it was?” Remus asked, looking at me. I shook my head.

“I don't know. It's
probably something to do with my curse, though,” I said, shrugging.
“I know as much as you do about this. Which is virtually nothing.”
Remus frowned.

“Well...you got the
headache right after you told me about it, right?” he said slowly.
I nodded. “Have you ever told anyone else about it?”

“No, not really. Nobody
knows except me and you.” I said, biting my lip.

“Maybe it has to do with
you telling me about it,” he thought after a moment. “Maybe it
has something to do with the curse. Has anything else happened
strangely to you since then?”

“No, everything's been
normal. Except for the headache,” I answered.

“You know that new
Herbology teacher?” Remus asked after a moment. “The one who's
subbing for that Kardon bloke?”

“Yeah,” I answered,
looking at him carefully, “Professor Delrid. Why?”

“Well, I was thinking...”
he paused. “Maybe he knows something about it.” I frowned.

“How would he know? He's a
Herbology teacher!” I exclaimed, laughing a little to myself.
Remus' eyebrows puckered.

“He said when he came a
month ago that he was highly educated in...everything. Maybe he knows
something about your curse.” he paused. “I mean, as long as
you're okay with it,” he corrected himself quickly. “I wouldn't
do something like that without your permission.”

“I think he would know,”
I said after a moment. “He is smart.”

“Are you okay with me
asking him about it?” Remus asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, of course! I'll come
with you,” I said, nodding. “When do you want to?”

“Er – I guess tomorrow
after class?” he answered.

“Yeah, that sounds good.
Thanks, Remus. For everything.” I said, smiling a little from
thinking about all the things he's done for me.

“Oh, you don't even know,”
Remus replied, smiling back. I glanced at my watch, which read 12:30.

“We should probably go to
lunch,” I said. “It's past noon.” Remus took a deep breath,
closed his eyes slightly, and looked me in the eye.

“We could go to Hogsmeade,”
he squeaked. “It's one of the weekends.”

“Sure! Let's go!” I said
gleefully, leaping up from the common room sofa and leading him to
the doors.

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~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Where do you wanna go?”
Remus asked timidly. I shrugged.

“The Three Broomsticks, I
guess,” I answered, shivering in the white softness all around me.
Remus took off his coat, and placed it over my shoulders.

“Remus, you'll be freezing
-”

“Let me act like a good,
normal boyfriend for a second, okay? I just gave you my jacket. Like
a boyfriend would.” he said, shivering in the cold. I went closer
to him until we were shoulder-to-shoulder.

“Better now?” I asked.
Remus blushed.

“If you mean better as if
you're being electrocuted, then yes, I am much better,” he said,
smiling a little. I laughed a bit as we walked through the heavy
wooden doors to The Three Broomsticks. We sat down in a little corner
table.

“What would you like?” a
waitress asked boredly. Remus looked at me.

“Butterbeers?” he asked.
I nodded.

“Two medium butterbeers,
then,” Remus said.

“Whipped cream?” I nodded
vigorously.

“Yes,” Remus answered the
waitress.

Soon, there were two foaming
butterbeers on the table in front of us. I sipped a bit of mine, and
found it to be the perfect temperature.

“Uh – er...” Remus
looked at me strangely. “You've got a little...” he brought his
hand to my face and wiped off a bit of whipped cream on my lip. We
both blushed furiously.

“Um... thanks,” I said,
not cold anymore.

“We're not very good at
this, are we?” Remus said, laughing. I joined in.

“No, but it doesn't
matter,” I answered. “As long as we're both happy, it's good.”

“Well...are you happy?”
Remus asked. I nodded.

“More than I've been in
quite a while, actually.”