A/N: I recently reached 500 followers on Tumblr (find me at dragonsandotters-dh), and to celebrate I did drabble requests. Habababa, aka the best, requested Remus/Petunia as a pairing. Obviously that had to be set in the TF universe, so here we are. I hope you enjoy!

Compromises

Ship: PePin (Petunia Evans/Remus Lupin)
Song: Fix You by Coldplay
Words: 844
Rating: M

Petunia Evans sighed for what felt like the thousandth time since they had returned to her room at the Hog's Head. As far as Remus was concerned, Dumbledore's task sounded noble — terrifying of course, but he was more than happy to put Moony to good use, toward something that could save their world. Petunia on the other hand...

"Honestly, infiltrate a pack of werewolves!" she half-mumbled, half-shrieked to herself as she looked through their drawers as if what they wore would matter to Greyback or his merry band of monsters.

"We'll be accepted easily, as mates, and Greyback has always —" Remus' jaw twitched, his eyes flashing gold as he considered the reality of their situation. Greyback would be more than delighted to try and corrupt him — and Remus would have to play along.

Petunia turned to face him, studying his expression carefully as he shivered from his thoughts. "Always what, Remus?"

His eyes snapped to her, and she took a concerned step toward him at the ghosts flashing across his face. "He's tried to recruit me before."

"You never told me that!"

Remus frowned, casting his eyes to their feet. "He's my Alpha."

Petunia sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes widening as she closed the gap between them. Her hands came up to cradle his face, and she searched his eyes the way she always did. She could read his emotions like no one else on Earth could. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath while wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

"Are you really sure about this, love?" she asked quietly, touching her nose gently to his.

He breathed in her scent, letting the sweet smell wash over his nerves. "We have to try. If - if we can use this curse to do something good…we won't know unless we try."

Petunia nodded, knowing what he meant without him needing to finish his sentence, and leaned her face in closer, pressing their lips together in a reassuring kiss.

But Remus heard her quiet grumble as she turned back to packing — "It's not a curse."

oOo

Petunia watched with satiated eyes as her mate grunted, his face contorting into one of uncontrolled pleasure. She was still feeling small tremors through her body from her own orgasm, but she appreciated being able to watch Remus as he willingly let go of his control. He only did that with her. And only because he knew after all these years that she could handle anything Moony threw at her — even if Moony wasn't as dominant in Remus' brain as he seemed to think.

Her chest heaved as Remus rolled off her, his own breath coming in spurts. He quickly enveloped her body with his arms, pulling her close, and she nestled into him, breathing in that amorous scent of his.

"You know," she said after a few moments of them listening to each others' hearts slowing in sync, "Harry is rather cute."

"Rather cute?" Remus asked with a chuckle. "He's the damn cutest kid I've ever seen."

Petunia smiled brightly, wiggling her body so that she was face to face with him. "I think we could do better."

Darkness shadowed his face, but Petunia pulled closer to him, cupping her hands around his cheeks and forcing him to look her in the eye. "We've talked about this," she whispered, not really trying to convince him of impregnating her in that moment, but genuinely hoping she could rid him of his self-hate once and for all.

"I know," he sighed, closing his eyes against her loving and understanding ones. "I just —"

One of her hands moved from the side of his face up to his hair, threading her fingers through the sandy blonde locks. "I know," she responded, maneuvering so she was properly lying on her back as she pulled him into her bosom. She cradled his head, running relaxing fingers through his hair in the way she knew he loved. "I won't push, but if we don't try, we'll never know just how cute our own kid could be."

She could practically feel the gears in Remus' head turning as he sunk his face deeper into her skin. Petunia smiled to herself as she let him consider all of his options, somehow knowing in her bones that he would see things her way.

After a few minutes, he groaned loudly and shifted away from her, lifting himself up on his elbows. The smirk on his face reminded her that this man — with all of his faults and insecurities — was a Marauder through and through.

"You would be awfully sexy carrying my child."

She scoffed, but it morphed into a laugh as he growled dramatically, flipping her over and running his fingertips over her bum and up her back. She shivered at his attention, and noticed with silent glee as he entered her once more that he didn't cast any charms.

Petunia's stomach flipped excitedly as she settled in for round two.