"Listen, Lupin. People are going to have questions and concerns about plenty of things. Our age differences, the fact that we’re werewolves, how I was a bloody Death Eater, but I could not fucking care less. Our relationship doesn’t concern anyone but the three of us." He grabbed Remus’ face and tilted it up towards his, using his slightly taller frame to his advantage. "Here are three things that I know as fact. Number one, I love you and Hermione loves you. Number two, the whole of Hogwarts spent an entire year salivating over you and now I get to lord it over all my former classmates that the fittest professor we ever had is mine. And finally, number three, I saw the dress Pansy picked out for Granger and it’s going to make us two very satisfied men. There’s no sense in putting it off, let’s be fucking happy."