Remus waited for Hermione to realize she was still leaning on him. Not that he minded, he was probably enjoying it far more than he should.

"Do you already have a litter box set up?" she asked, still stroking the kitten and his stomach.

Litter box?" He strangely liked the ignorant feelings that only she could brew within him. He smiled as she laughed.

"Let's go back to your place and I'll make sure you're all set." She stood, leaving a cold spot on his leg, and grabbed some floo powder, before turning to look at him a little strangely. "If that's alright with you, of course."

"Yes, yes, it'd be most welcome." He joined her at the fireplace. Stepping through after she tossed a pinch of powder in for him. He whirled out into his own living room and was at once relieved he was a tidy person. As she stumbled out, a second behind him, she gripped his arm to brace herself.

"I swear I'll never get used to that."

"You'll be amazed what you can get used to, given enough time."

"I suppose so," she agreed. "So, where do you want the litter box?"

"Where does one rationally find a litter box?"

"In the basement," he raised an eyebrow at her, "Of course, that's probably not the best idea for yours. The bathroom?"

"Er, yes, I think that might work." He led the way and watched her conjure him a small, odor-free box.

"That should do. Where would you like-"

"Hermione, I have no idea where any of this should go. I'll trust you to use your own judgment."

She smiled brightly, "Thank you, Remus." He followed her from room to room, watching her add scratching posts, toys, and tiny blankets. "There, all done." She stopped abruptly and spun around, not knowing how closely he followed her. She rammed into him and fell backwards; only the arm that quickly found her waist saved her from falling. "Oh," she whispered, an inch from his face.

"Are you alright?" he questioned just as softly.

"Yes. Fine. Thank you." Her hands were holding tight to his upper arms.

"Do you think," he started before he knew what he was saying. He cleared his throat and stood her up straight so he could release her. "Sorry about that." He scratched his head and looked for a place to put Shivers.

"Would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?"

"Dinner?" He desperately hoped he hadn't heard her wrong.

"Yes," she chuckled. "You, me, food, maybe some wine."

"Sounds wonderful."

"It does."

The End

A/N: Sorry it took so long.