It only takes a few seconds for you to recognize the song. Slower than the music the band has been playing so far, many tired wedding guests take the chance to get fresh drinks and rest their feet.
But not you. "Sorry, Marlene," you say to your friend. "I've got to find Remus for this one." She rolls her eyes with a smile.
"You two are disgusting," she says happily. You've barely taken a few steps when a warm hand catches your wrist. You turn and it's just the man you're looking for -- it seems he's been dancing since you last saw him, his cheeks flushed and his hair messy, tie askew.
"Were you looking for me?" he asks, hand releasing your wrist to tangle your fingers together. "It's our--"
"Our song, I know. Do you think James and Lily did that on purpose?" The newly married couple are nowhere to be found, now that you look around. They're probably snogging in a corner somewhere away from their own wedding reception.
"Maybe," he says. "Come on, then." He tugs you towards the dance floor where a few couples are slowly swaying, gently pulling you into his embrace, hands resting on your hips. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck, running your fingers through his slightly sweaty hair as you sway.
"Having fun?" you ask him. He nods, pressing his cheek to yours.
"Are you?" Your feel more than hear his words, his breath warm on your ear and his jaw moving against your skin.
"Course," you tell him. "Marlene was just telling me how she walked in on Alice and Frank in the toilet. They were so tangled up that she doesn't think they even saw her."
Remus chuckles. His fingertips squeeze you gently and you feel his thumbs rub patterns into the fabric of your dress. "We always knew the Potter wedding was going to be a bit messy," he says. He pulls his face back just enough to look at you. "You look lovely," he says.
You wrinkle your nose at him. "Remus, you've told me that about a hundred times already." He doesn't shrug, doesn't roll his eyes or tease or take it back. He looks as serious as ever.
"Because it's true," he says. Remus has never been one for much public affection, but the world seems to fall away around you. "I know you're not allowed to be more beautiful than the bride on her wedding day, and Lily does look beautiful, but if I was allowed to say you were, I would."
"Hush, you," you tell him and pull him closer, so close that your noses rub together with every breath. "Do you think you'd want to do this someday?" you ask him, eyes fluttering closed.
Remus's lips ghost against yours. "Darling," he says. "I absolutely want to marry you."
When you kiss him, you're both smiling.