Remus was seated behind a desk in one of the upstairs bedrooms turned into a small office. As Hermione spoke, she closed the distance between them, punctuating  the end of her sentence by placing both palms flat on the surface of the desk and leaning in. Her scent was intoxicating, and he allowed himself a split second to close his eyes and inhale, savoring it. He couldn’t remember the last time they were alone, and it wasn’t lost on him that this may also be the last time.