“So you do know how to smile.”

You look up from your Charms textbook. Remy is leaning on the library table, one eyebrow raised, tie untied, shirt half-unbuttoned.

“I was starting to think you were cursed by a joy-draining Dementor.”

You roll your eyes.

He grins wider. “There it is. That Gryffindor fire everyone talks about.” He leans in closer “Tell me, princess. What’s it gonna take for a Slytherin like me to ruin your reputation?”