Marauders One Shots

I Say A Little Prayer (R.L./ LE) [drabble]

The radio is playing softly in the background as you begin your day. The kettle is boiling, the teapot is waiting, and the bread has just been placed in the toaster.

Taking a minute to yourself, you stare out of the kitchen window, watching the morning birds fly around your garden eating the bird seed you religiously leave out for them. You think of the man you love, who should hopefully be still in bed. It wasn't a particularly kind moon this month and you know he's still feeling the aftermath. You can't help but think of Remus; he has been on your mind since you first accepted your crush on him in your second year of Hogwarts. It took him until fifth year to ask you out, and that was it. You were both done; you had found each other – your other halves. There would be no-one else for you, and no-one else for him. You have started to mould a life together now, and mornings had quickly become your favourite part; you always woke before Remus and you gave yourself a few minutes each morning to look at him – to see how young he looks in his sleep. Before you head downstairs to start breakfast, you always place a kiss to his forehead.

Smiling to yourself, you turn towards the kettle and begin pouring the water into the teapot – making sure to place the lid on the pot to make sure of a stronger brew. A good cup of tea is essential to your daily life. The world can be put to right over a good cup of tea.

The toast has popped out of the toaster, and you head to the fridge to grab the butter. The radio has finished with its adverts and its back to playing your favourite station – golden oldies. Music from the sixties to the eighties; artists ranging from Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons to Genesis.

Remus comes downstairs as you're finishing buttering the toast. He pauses at the doorway to take a moment not unlike the one you took earlier at the window. He leans against the doorframe and lets himself fall in love with you all over again. He can't help but thank every god and deity for bringing you into his life; you both fit so well together. He is absolutely certain that he finds another reason to love you more every single day he is with you.

At this point, you haven't noticed Remus' presence at the door. Instead, you are quietly singing along to Aretha Franklin's 'You Make Me Feel (like a natural woman)' – swaying along in time to the song as you grab bites of your toast.

As the song finishes and Remus has had his moment, he enters the kitchen fully.

"Morning, my love." He greets, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before grabbing a mug for some tea.

"Mmm morning. Sleep well?" You ask.

"Always with you there. You?"

"I'm the same – a great night's sleep is to be had when you're there." You stand up from the kitchen table just as Remus sits. You place a kiss on his cheek before putting your plate in the sink to be washed later.

"What decade do we have today?" Remus asks, nodding his head to the radio where The Temptations were finishing playing.

"60s today. Very good songs so far."

Remus doesn't answer. He watches you instead – you're putting some more bread in the toaster and going to the fridge to get some jam for his toast. He never asks you to make breakfast for him; it is something you automatically do. Making sure he eats before starting his day marking essays and such.

It is as the toast pops out of the toaster that the song starts playing. Dionne Warwick's, I Say A Little Prayer begins, and you start to sing along.

Remus loves these mornings. When there is nothing to do but to watch you sing and to love you wholly. He could spend his life doing that. He wants nothing more than to spend his life doing that.

You have turned to Remus now; a plate of toast in your hand (enough for two), a smile on your face and singing the song word for word.

Remus can feel himself start to blush at the attention you are giving him, but he loves it. he loves you. An eternity, he could spend with you like this. Both of you have bed hair, only just onto second cups of tea but entirely happy. Mornings with you mean music, kisses and love, and Remus would do almost anything to ensure he has it. Remus has an idea as he's watching you; it involves a jewellery shop, a ring, and the perfect opportunity. But Remus knows that the perfect opportunity would be on a morning like this.

You place the toast in front of him, but he doesn't start to eat. Instead, he grabs your hand, stands up and pulls you into him. Your hands automatically settle around his neck; his on your hips. After a few seconds of swaying together like this, Remus switches you into a dancing frame but he keeps you close – chests practically touching.

You're looking up at him; your eyes taking in every wrinkle starting to form, every grey hair, every scar from a bad moon – every inch of him that you love and adore. The song is coming to an end, you're singing the final lines to him – "I'm in love with you..."

The song doesn't finish with a flourish. Neither of you stop dancing but Remus bends down to kiss you. Your lips touch, you both smile into the kiss – and the day has truly begun.