“I’m afraid I’m not a very good story-teller,” Remus said, tipping his head back against the chair. The fraying edges tickled the back of his neck, and the alcohol let him pretend it was night spun into silk. “I feel as though I’ve cheated you beginning in medias res – in the middle of things – but it’s the only way I know how to tell it. You see, I can’t bear to begin at the beginning. We were all so happy then.”
Author's Comments:
Written for the 2008 Harry Potter SummerSmut Challenge on LJ.
Thanks so much to wook77 for the fabulous requests; think I got most of what you asked for in there, including the pocket-protector. Another wave of gratitude to Scarlett Malfoy for beta-reading; the socks are for you. You are both awesome on toast. And also thanks to Rupert Grint for having the last name Grint. You’ll make a fine ice cream man one day.
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