Remus when he comes back into the Gryffindor common room after a particularly rough night.

The portrait swung open and Remus walked into the common room to see you sitting by the fire waiting for him. You gasped when you saw him.

"Oh, Remus." You whispered, walking over to him, pulling him into a hug. He sighed and hugged you back, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

"I'm okay, love." He croaked, his voice scratchy. He pulled away slightly, keeping his hands on your waisted. You kissed him.

"Let's get you cleaned up." You smiled sadly at him, leading him over to the sofa.

Remus wondered how he got so lucking to find someone as brilliant as you.