2003 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Throughout the whole duration of your early twenties, you had been living in a small house with Remus. In your last year of Hogwarts, the pair of you started dating over the summer break and had been inseparable ever since.

In your own home, you guys could be as loud as you pleased and just do whatever you pleased. Or, at least, you could. James had been having problems with his girlfriend, the problem being that she didn't like boys... like at all. Ever since, James had been crashing on your couch and raiding your fridge in the middle of the night.

Just when you thought you had a moment alone with Remus, James walked in, catching the pair of you red-handed. Clothes were shrewn all over the floor, the covers were a mess, and you were on top of Remus, kissing his neck. "How does your washing machine work? Oh my holy fuck, God, get a room." James complained staring down at the floor with a flustered look on his tanned face.