Normally, you would be pretty calm about things. Having to re-do an exam? Fine. People talking about you behind your back? Whatever. But, when it came to people bad-mouthing your best friend, Remus... Merlin, you wanted to snap their necks.

You were just waiting in the library for Remus, standing over by the familiar desk you both sat at every time when some idiot Slytherins caught your attention. Mostly because you heard Remus' name out of their filthy mouths. In a bad light. You were pissed.

Meanwhile, Remus just entered the library, looking around for you when he saw that death glare you were giving some other students. He ignored the way his stomach fluttered, like it had for years.