"Remus!" Sirius' voice called one afternoon. "I need you to take Harry to the dentist to get his cavity filled!
A loud groan was heard and Harry came into the kitchen where Sirius was, Remus right behind him. "You need to go to the dentist, Harry."
"I hate dentists," Harry declared. "Plus getting a cavity filled means drilling in my teeth."
"Would you rather have a hole in your tooth?" Sirius asked.
"It'll be fine, Harry." Remus smiled at him and Harry's heart dropped despite the situation. "Do you want me to hold your hand?"
Harry blushed but nodded anyway, yes, he would like that. After all he was in love with the man. "When are we going?"
"Now," Remus answered. "Let's go." He opened the front door for Harry and they left.
At the dentist Remus checked them in and they waited several long minutes before the dentist finally called for them to come in. Remus laced their fingers together and Harry smiled up at him as they walked into the room. Remus' thumb sliding over Harry's fingers let good and it comforted Harry.
"I'm going to need you to lay down here on this chair, Harry," the dentist instructed. Harry obeyed and the dentist reached for a small tool, and just as Harry was beginning to feel at ease the dentist moved towards him with the unusual tool and he shot up.
"Harry," Remus warned, squeezing his hand. Remus' voice was soothing, calming.
"It's okay," the dentist said, "it's just a mirror for me to look at your teeth easier. "
"Okay." Harry nodded and opened his mouth.
Getting Harry's cavity filled wasn't easy. It had taken a lot longer than it should have and Remus had had to hold Harry down while the dentist filled his cavity. The dentist put Harry on painkillers that made him all loopy, and that was where it all started.
When the doctor left and Remus turned back to Harry, he was reaching for the thin hose. Before Remus could stop him, Harry sprayed him with water and his face was drenched, his hair was dripping wet. "Thanks," Remus said flatly.
Harry laughed. "You look wet."
Remus rolled his eyes. "I am wet, now give me that." He took the sprayer from Harry and set it down out of Harry's reach.
"You're funny Remy." Harry reached out and touched Remus' face, and Remus shivered and leaned into Harry's touch. "Intelligent...brave...so gorgeous..."
Remus' eyes flew open. "Harry?" He squeaked. Had Harry just called him gorgeous?
Harry's emerald eyes were glittering with love. "It's a compliment, Remus." He leaned forward and their lips touched, just barely though before Harry pulled back.
Remus' amber eyes were huge, he shifted uncomfortably in his chair and cleared his throat. "Harry, I am flattered if you find me attractive, but...I can't...do this."
"You don't want me?" Harry's eyes were now filled with hurt.
Remus sighed and ran a hand through his wet hair. "We'll talk later, Harry," he said tiredly. And so they would.