His hair was quite disheveled as he looked up at Severus. To say he was out of breath was an understatement. For the moment, Remus couldn't talk. He nearly started snogging Snape again without giving him an answer.

His senses partially returned to him and he nodded, still not being able to say anything. Remus straightened his tie and waited for Snape to get off his lap before he finished his essay. Not that it made a bit of sense, words hashed together just to complete it. On several occasions, he wrote down the word 'stuff' because his brain was not functioning nearly at the level it should be.

Rolling up the parchment, he stood and left it on Slughorns desk before he grabbed his things and shoved them into the satchel again. Remus looked back at Severus expectantly as if to say 'now what'.