Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter is the sole property of JK Rowling (obvi)

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"And you actually think this'll work?" Tonks asked Sirius skeptically.

"Course I do!"

"And you're not just saying that because part of the plan involves you snogging me?"

Sirius threw a hand over his heart in mock offense.

"My dear, dear little Tonksie, any personal pleasure I may or may not gain from this plan is purely coincidental."

"Do I need to remind you again that we're cousins?" Sirius waved her comment away with his hand as he stood up from the couch they were sharing in the living room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The other Order members would soon be arriving for the meeting.

"Second cousins, sweetheart, it barely counts." She rolled her eyes and made a show of gagging as he left the room. Sirius would not have been her first choice of people to snog, but he was the most likely to make Remus jealous. As calm and collected as that man was all the time, she knew that with enough provoking she could get an emotional rise out of him. Tonks only worried about focusing his passion in the right direction (AKA: her) once it surfaced. Oh yes, she thought, reclining against the couch, this would be an interesting experiment. Did Remus even get angry? He must, though she was sure that being a werewolf made him even more careful to control his emotions due to the wolf's volatile tendencies. Even when she'd told him she had feelings for him, a few weeks ago, he'd only seemed... tired.

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"He's still handsome isn't he? Even after Azkaban?"

"I suppose you've fallen for him, too. He always got the women."

"You'd know perfectly well who I've fallen for, if you weren't too busy feeling sorry for yourself to notice." She saw a glimmer in his eye, a smile teasing at the corner of his mouth - then it fell. He turned away.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Right," she scoffed.

"Nymphadora, I'm too old, too poor, too... dangerous."

"I don't care," she said fiercely. She didn't seem to notice that he called her by her much hated first name. He sighed.

"Maybe you should care."

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"UUUGHHHHH!" Tonks cried, throwing a pillow across the room where it managed to knock a vase off of the mantel. Sirius poked his head in the door, and said, with a sly grin:

"Practicing for our bedroom sessions, are we?" Tonks glowered at him. Pointing her wand at the fallen pillow, she levitated it and chucked it at Sirius, but he closed the door before he could be hit.

Men. They were so frustrating.