Slughorn's parties.

Infamous, stupid, chaotic.

But nonetheless, very well-known.

Tonight was one of those nights. A start of the school year celebration, Slughorn had called it.

Obviously, you didn't need to find a date. You had a date. A very sweet, very grumpy, and very hot date.

Your boyfriend.

Now, usually on a night like this, Remus would get ready in his dorm and then come pick you up. But over the summer, he'd realized he didn't just like you.

He loved you.

So, he was certain he had to make this night perfect to tell you. And the first step was to get ready with you.

So here he is, sitting on your bed as you try on dresses frantically, looking up from his book only to give you his opinions on each.