Remus isn't really your friend.

You're friends with his friends, sure. You're acquaintances, and obviously not on bad terms.

But Remus John Lupin, your friend?

It hasn't got the right ring to it.

Despite this, it seems that the two of you are constantly pushed together.

As the 2 top students of your year, professors have gotten the idea that if they put the two of you together in projects, you'll be some sort of dream team.

The first example of this plan, is now.

As 6th year starts, with the war gaining attraction, Slughorn found it a wonderful idea to pair you up for a project.

Researching your chosen herb, and writing two essays on its properties in potions.

Remus doesn't mind this arrangement, actually.

You're smart, obviously.

Pretty.

Not that he has any sort of feelings for you. He stays away from that.

It's just that, right now, as the two of you sit in the warmly lit kitchens after finishing your work late at night, with elves running around in a fuss to serve you-

This feels like friendship.

When the two salads you both ordered were brought to you at the small couch in the middle of the kitchens, Remus glances down.

Frowns.

Cranberries.

He obviously doesn't want to cause a fuss, though, so he just mutters to you, "I don't really want cranberries."

You glance at him, shrugging.

"There are none in mine. Trade?" You ask easily.

He stares at you for a moment.

"You would do this for me?" He asks, so very serious, and it makes you want to laugh.

"Oh, yes," you answer in amusement.

"If you have people that need to be taken care of..."

He starts, still going with the bit. His commitment impresses you.

"You come to me."