"This is bizarre," Snape said. "Do you realize how very sacked we could be for this?"

"Live a little, Severus," Remus said, lifting a Quidditch-roughened hand to trace the scar on his own forehead. "You know you've wondered about those two."

"They hate each other."

"With great and enthusiastic passion."

Snape blew a strand of ice-white hair out of his face. "That child is getting a haircut."

"Slytherin git. Shut up and come here."

He wasn't sure what surprised him more - how easy it was to remember being seventeen, or how eager their borrowed bodies were for each other's touch.