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Emmeline/Remus
"Honey, I'm home!"

"Dinner's ready!"

"That's my girl!"

Emmeline scrunched her nose and toppled over unceremoniously on the couch. She'd had a horrible cold for the past week that potions and spells weren't fixing, and currently found herself wrapped up in a blanket, a hard stare at the telly. She wasn't sure why she'd agreed to let Remus bring this over, because all was ever on was a load of rubbish that she somehow found herself watching for hours on end. Marathon telly watching, it was probably a muggle sport. This show had been on all week, and clearly, Father did know best.

She'd figured it out by the third episode. The son was an idiot, the daughter was a ditz, the mother was perfect, but not as perfect as the father, and it usually ended up with the son doing something dumb and---Muggles couldn't be like this. There was no way that they could all be like this, right? She didn't know many muggles, but there was no way that this was how muggles lived. One, it was boring (maybe a little funny, but she'd never admit it), and two---fuck, maybe she should be a muggle. Life would be a whole lot easier then.

Emmeline sat up as she heard the door open and threw the blanket over her head as she wasn't in the best condition to be seen by her boyfriend, and frowned at Remus' laughter. She felt him sit on the couch and wrap around her, trapping her in the blanket.

"What are you hiding for?"

"Let's just say I'm no Margaret Anderson," her muffled voice said, causing another laugh from her boyfriend. She felt his hands begin to roam and through her coughing protests, shrieked, "No! I do not have my pearls and frilly polka dotted dress on!"

Remus though, was quite persistent and found his way under the blanket, pinning Emmeline to the back of the couch. He examined her face carefully (even though the way she was twisting it and pouting could not have helped her case) and finally planted a kiss on her lips.

"Honey, you're gorgeous! Like the dew on blades of grass on a lovely spring morning."

One eye peeked open as the telly repeated the exact same line, and Remus shyly grinned. Bloody repeats.