Remus’ office hours were easily the best attended at Hogwarts. It helped that he always had tea and chocolate on hand for whenever students popped in for tuition, general help with spells, or just a chat. He was particularly proud of it, but it did mean that the sessions frequently overran.
“… so I told him, I’m not going to hit him.” Harry was lounging on the chair opposite him, talking about his latest run-in with Draco. “I may have thrown a sneaky jelly legs jinx as I was walking away, but… oh, it’s dinner time! Sorry Moony, I’ve just sat here and talked at you for over an hour.”
“If it bothered me in any way, Harry, you’d be the first to know.” Remus smiled at him, “You should go and have some dinner though, and I should head home, or Sirius will—” An owl landed on the sill of the open window. Sirius’ owl, Ozzy. “Ah. Right on cue.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” Harry laughed, “Tell him I said hi, and that I’ll see him at the weekend.”
“Will do.” Remus nodded at him as he left, then opened the letter attached to Ozzy.
‘My dearest, Remus,
It has been so long since I last set eyes upon your face or enveloped you in my arms. I fear that you may never return.
I shall remain in the window waiting for my husband to return home from war, or, well, work.
Can you hurry the fuck up, please?
Forever yours,
Sirius’
Remus chuckled to himself as he crossed to the fireplace. “Astronomer’s Reach.”
As soon as he emerged from the fireplace in their home, Sirius leapt on him, wrapping his arms around Remus’ neck.
“Moons, I know you love the kids and you're good at your job, but I was done with my office hours almost two hours ago!” He kissed Remus’ jaw.
“It’s not my fault that I’m so popular, love.” He caught Sirius' chin and tilted it up slightly so he could kiss him. “What do you even teach them that could need extracurricular help?”
“Excuse you, Muggle Studies is a very important part of the curriculum!” Sirius chuckled as Remus kissed him again. “Just because it’s not all kickass wand waving and banishing boggarts, doesn’t mean it’s not valuable.”
“I know, Pads.” He kissed the tip of Sirius’ nose gently, “I’m winding you up.”
Sirius huffed, “It's not advisable to mock the man who made you dinner, Remus. Did Hope never teach you that?”
“She didn’t, and now I’m going to have to owl her and tell her about the gap she left during my elocution lessons! She’ll be so devastated.” He kissed his husband again. “Dinner smells amazing. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Sirius smiled, he genuinely enjoyed cooking, but Remus complimenting it was still a lovely bonus, even all these years later. “Next time I’m just going to come and drag you home from your office, you know.”
“I’m sure Harry would have been happy to see you if you’d done so today. He told me to say hi from him and that he’ll see you at the weekend.” He wrapped an arm around Sirius’ shoulders as they headed for the kitchen.
“I still can’t believe he didn’t choose Muggle Studies,” Sirius grumbled. Even as Harry was in his seventh year, Sirius had pouted over his godson not choosing his subject to study at OWL or NEWT level. “Missed you.” He buried his head in Remus' neck.
“Sirius, we ate lunch together,” Remus said, affectionately exasperated. “I missed you too, though.”