Remus loved studying, and you hated it. That didn’t mean he couldn’t use his boyfriend charm to get you to do it. Which is why you were (begrudgingly) here, sitting at one of the library tables next to Remus, pinky locked with his as you read.

“Love, is the potions test this week or next week?” He asks softly.

“Next,” you mumble, yawning, which suddenly reminds you how late it is. “What time is it?” You ask, looking at your watch.

“Like twelve. We should probably pack up.” The sandy-haired boy sighs, for a reason unknown to you not wanting to stop studying. And so the two of you put the books in your bed and rubbed your eyes, your pinky’s not coming undone. “Can I stay with you tonight?” He asks softly, not wanting to leave you even though he has been with you for a few hours already.