A pair of students walked down the corridor side by side, a comfortable silence settling between the two. Although the corridor was spacious, they walked close together. Every other step, nervous hands would softly brush against each other.

Step. Brush. Step. Brush.

Tingles.

Another step. Another brush.

Change of rhythm.

Brush. Brush. Brush.

Intertwine.

At the girl’s bold move, embarrassment assaulted him in the form of a flush. But it was not enough to stop his fingers from giving the hand entangled with his a gentle squeeze.

It was as daring as Remus could be in a moment like this.