But even as he let Remus’ words assure him, he laced his arms around his back and held him close. Remus understood, muttering the preparation charms, and lifting Draco’s knee to his chest before slowly inching his length into Draco’s body. They went slow, there was none of their usual banter, or Remus’ demands, just soft words of how much they both missed Hermione, how they loved each other, how things would get better.