This story as a whole is kind of all over the place and doesn't follow canon. Apparently in this world Snape didn't kill Dumbledore and the person who did isn't really imperative to the storyline or lack thereof, therefore Dumbledore's killer is to be determined by the readers. This piece of information doesn't really matter though, pretty much at all.

Eventually there will be some small spoilers. This story takes place sometime after the end of HBP but before the Order picks up Harry from 4 Privat Drive for the last time because somewhere in there I tried to follow canon at least a little bit. Rated M for language and a few 'extra-curricular actives'

To clear up any confusion: sentences in italics are her thoughts.

One last thing; at no point has JKR ever said that Metamorphmagi are limited to human transformations. I like to think they have more to offer.

DISCLAIMER: These epic characters are not my own, unfortunately.

It had only been a few weeks after the tragic night in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. After seeing Fleur's reaction to Bill's now horribly scarred face I realized the complete depth of Remus' selfishness. Why couldn't we be together? There was more than enough love between us to overcome all his doubts. Having to hear his forced response to yet another of my declarations of love, this time in front of all our friends, I was relieved to hear Professor McGonagall tell him that Dumbledore would have wanted a little more love in the world. It took Remus a few more days to realize he deserved to be happy and that I wanted him to be happy with me. I knew he would realize it eventually.

Rolling over in my bed in my room at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place I couldn't help but be relieved to see that he was still with me. He hasn't changed his mind about loving me or about the fact that he does indeed deserve to be with me.

I love watching him sleep; it's the one time when all his worries are gone and his scarred face shows no grief. The one time that the extra years his lycanthropy added to his features fade, when he looks so young, as if he was never cursed in the first place. Wondering if he was dreaming of me, I slowly ran my hand down his chest. Years of painful transformations and living alone took its toll on his body. He's far too skinny for his height, yet still wonderfully toned. My fingers found their way down his muscular thighs and traced his scars. Most women would be turned off by his imperfections, especially because there are so many, but I find them not only intriguing, but beautiful as well. They make him unique. I leaned forward and started to kiss his stomach when I realized that he was waking up. I stopped what I was doing and waited; I didn't want him to wake up just yet. He yawned, turned his head, and fell deeper into sleep. After I was sure he was still asleep I started to edge my way on top of him, putting my weight on the bed instead of on him. I love the feeling my bare skin on him; warm and comfortable, he feels like home. Just before I got into the position I wanted there was a knock at the door.

Seriously, who the hell could that be? I looked at Remus and saw that he hadn't moved. Cursing, I softly got off the bed and while reaching for my robe I fell onto the floor. Good one Tonks. It took me a moment to compose myself and while I pulled the covers back over Remus another bloody knock echoed through my door. I quickly grabbed my wand from the dresser. In my head I could hear Moody, "Constant Vigilance Nymphadora."

"Tonks?"

The voice sounded familiar. When I opened the door I was completely shocked to see Ron Weasley lurking in the hallway. He had a peculiar look on his face; one of admiration with a trace of nausea.

"Tonks, I really need to talk to you," he said with a pleading smile.

"Ron, can't it wait, I was sleeping." Among other things…

"No, it's important. Please." Desperation crept over his face. I decided to humor him.

Keeping my wand behind my back so as not to alarm him I slipped out of my room leaving the door open just a crack. It's only 1 o'clock in the morning and dark enough he won't be able to see my bed. Unfortunately for me, I tripped over nothing, kicking the door open. Luckily, Ron didn't notice Remus due to the fact that he was more focused on catching me. With his help I pulled myself up, closing the door.

"What can I do for you Ron?" Please go away.

"Tonks, I love you. I've always loved you. You deserve better than an old werewolf who keeps breaking your heart," he half screamed at me, looking like he was about to faint or throw up.

Holy crap, that came out of nowhere. Is this kid serious? "I'm flattered Ron, but I know you don't feel that way," I said while trying to give him a sincere smile.

"What are you talking about, of course I do. I've loved you from the moment I first saw you. You're beautiful, funny, and smart. A bit clumsy yeah, but it makes you, you. Fred and George said you could do better and I realized it was time to tell you how I felt." He was pleading now, with perspiration visible on his pale face.

Oh jeez, Fred and George huh? "When, exactly, did they tell you this?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"A few hours ago. I was helping with a new product and they said they needed a tester for some extra strength potions they've been working on," he explained. "They didn't tell me exactly what they were, but they paid me 10 Galleons. It sounds a bit dodgy I know, but nothing bad happened. After I drank the third one I suddenly realized how much I love you. I was going to wait until morning to tell you but I couldn't keep it in any longer. I had to see you tonight."

Yep, that's what I thought, another Weasley product used on an unsuspecting sap. I hope they let him keep the Galleons.

"Ron, I'm really, really, deeply sorry for this."

"For what? What are you talking about…"

Slowly, while staring deeply into his love stuck eyes I raised my wand from behind my back. Confundo! Ron shuttered and his eyes glazed over ever so slightly. He tilted his head to the side and stared at me.

"Ron, you don't love me. You've never loved me. If I'm not mistaken, I do believe you might love Hermione. Why don't you go sleep on it? You'll forget about this in the morning." The potion should wear off by then, but you never know with a Weasley product. He did say extra strength…

"Hermione? I love Hermione? Yeah, yeah I think you're right. Thanks for the advice Tonks. Good night," he said as he dreamily walked back upstairs to his room.

"Anytime kid," I said as I went back into my room, shutting the door quietly.

Now where was I? Turning around, I stopped short. Crap.

Remus was sitting up in bed with a mischievous smirk and confused eyes. I gave him my best 'wouldn't you like to know' smile. Forgetting I was only wearing my favorite pair of Montrose Magpies underwear I slipped off my robe and jumped back into bed, landing in his arms. Throwing my wand aside I put my hands around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

"The twins have grown very fond of me, ever since they found me crying over you the last time you left."

"Oh Dora, I'm so, so sorry," he said staring into the sheets with a torn look that brought back all the worry and grief to his face. I felt his arms wrap around me tighter.

"Remus, I'm fine. Really. But I think they slipped Ron a love potion, said it was from me, and sent him off to tell me how he felt."

"Why would they do that?" he asked suspiciously.

"Mostly as a joke I'm sure or to see if it actually worked, but I also think they want me to know I have other options. Although, why they chose Ron instead of Charlie I can only guess," I said matter-of-factly.

"Why Charlie? Why not Bill or Percy? Or one of themselves, why give it to Ron?"

"Well, Bill has Fleur. Percy is a power hungry Ministry loving prat and they would never want me to have to live with that."

Remus looked scandalized, "I should hope not!" He's so cute when he's concerned.

Laughing I continued, "They probably couldn't decide which one of themselves deserved to have me and the only Weasley left is Charlie. He and I were at Hogwarts together. We were friendly Quidditch rivals. Not that I played mind you. I probably would have fallen off a broom and killed myself."

"Probably."

I frowned at his smirk, "Plus, Charlie has never really been with anyone before. But I think they chose Ron because that way they could keep an eye on him. They couldn't do that with Charlie because he's in Romania. Why they gave the potion to Ron instead of me though, I have no idea."

"Dora, what would the consequences be for slipping an Auror a love potion?"

"Point taken."

"Well, what can I do to make sure you're never tempted to just ask for the potion?"

"I can think of a few things," I said naughtily. "Lay back down."

With an adorable smile he complied. Shimmying down until he was on his back, legs crossed.

"Are you in a comfortable position? A position you wouldn't mind being in for a while," I asked. Not that he really has a choice.

Remus shifted then said, "Yeah, I'm good."

For a moment I contemplated if what I was going to do would be a good idea or not. Maybe this will go too far… Maybe I shouldn't… Oh what the hell, of course I'm going to do it.

Not satisfied with his current position I moved his hands above his head and uncrossed his legs, where I found a lovely sight; Remus was already ready to go. Grabbing my wand I ran it down his chest. He shivered and smiled. Satisfied with this position I flashed him a devilish grin, lifted my wand and whispered a spell.

Immobulus.


I realized that the first chapter was over 3000 words and the following chapters are only about 1500, so to make it even I simply split the first chapter. I should have chapter 3 up in a few hours, yay! Please, please, please review!