It was well dark before Willy woke. He smiled at the familiar weight against him...then paused, because it wasn't Remus. No, magic...but it wasn't a kinship familiarity.

No.

He knew this weight. He knew this scent. This wasn't their bed.

And then sleep dropped off like a blossom, and the dawning realization with it, and he was actually awake. He kept the smile for Fin and slowly eased himself away, so not to wake him.