She turned her head upward, and Remus took the opportunity to kiss her. It was slow, and familiar, and felt like home. She opened to him, deepening their kiss, molding herself into him, allowing every muscle in her body relaxed, but he pulled away far sooner than she would have liked. Hermione gently ran her fingers over the scars that lined his face, she had long since memorized the patterns of his skin, and thought that they only enhanced his features, reminding her of his strength and resilience.