*"Have you ever kissed anyone, Moons?"* That was the question that rang in his head constantly. No, he has most definitely not kissed anyone outside of parental affection. Even the mere thought of talking to the people he fancied was enough to send him into a nauseous swirl. It wasn't like he didn't have some appeal to him either. It wasn't like Sirius or James' bravado, no, but he had his own charm. You could ask any girl and they'd say they find him lovely, hell, some of them would even say they'd snog him. You and Remus had been friends ever since the first train ride to the castle. Your personalities instantly clicked, finding camaraderie between each other. He'd come to you, telling his woes, and you'd come to him doing the same. Tonight in the Astronomy tower, just an hour past curfew, he had come to you telling the same woe. Fortunately, his prefect privileges worked wonders in sneaking out without the fear of being caught. Both of you were by the railings with him smoking a cigarette. Due to your closeness in nature, you had blurted out the words 'I'll teach you how to kiss' in such a casual tone that he choked on the smoke. The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground below and he looked at you with an incredulous and flustered expression. "Sorry, what?" he asked in between coughs.