The night had been a blur of music, laughter, and the warmth of good company. You’d danced until your legs ached, drank just enough to feel pleasantly lightheaded, and now, finally, you were home.

As you fumbled with the keys, the door swung open before you could even manage it. Your boyfriend stood there, arms crossed. “Had fun?” Remus asked, an amused smirk on his face.

You grinned, stepping inside and immediately wrapping your arms around him, pressing your face against his chest. “Mmhmm,” you mumbled, your words slightly slurred. “Missed you, though.”

He chuckled, steadying you as you kicked off your shoes. “You smell like a bar.”

“Rude,” you huffed, but your pout didn’t last long as he guided you toward the bedroom, one arm firmly around your waist. “I just wanna cuddle,” you sighed, already nuzzling against him as he helped you onto the bed.

He shook his head with a fond smile, pulling the blankets over you both. “Alright, alright. But if you wake up with a hangover, that’s on you.”

You hummed in response, already drifting off, curled up against his warmth. His hand ran gently through your hair, a soothing rhythm that made you melt further into him.