The Drunk

"Come on, Moony." Sirius Black was definitely not a good friend. It was the fourth time he whispered these words into Remus's ear during the meeting. He knew Remus always caved in, he just needed to insist until he did.

"Talk to me one more time and you're death." he said, leaning in his direction and faking a smile.

"Please, Moony." Sirius insisted again.

"Oi," Nymphadora Tonks leaned in to Sirius's other side, whispering too. "shut up, you two. Snivellus is talking."

Sirius cracked a bit, Remus stifled a laugh and both of them turned to Snape's greasy figure at the other end of the table. He was talking about Dumbledore's latest orders regarding Harry Potter. They were still undecided about how to fetch him from Private Drive, and Dumbledore was worried they might encounter Death Eaters before they planned to engage in combat.

Molly scoffed in their direction, reminding them that it was a serious business. But silence didn't last for too long. Sirius immediately grew tired of Snape's voice and turned again to Remus and whispered:

"Come on, Moony. Let's do it tonight."

"Fine." he whispered back. "I'll do it if it means you'll shut up."

"You heard that, Tonks?" Sirius whispered now in her direction. "You staying, right?"

"Of course, big cousin." she whispered. Remus stiffened.

Sirius kept fidgeting for the rest of the meeting. His legs impatiently moving under the table, and his manic grin spooking the hell out of Mundungus Fletcher. When Snape had finally stopped talking and Arthur declared the meeting over, Sirius sprang out of his chair and into his room.

"What's with him?" Arthur asked Remus, once the children were permitted into the kitchen again.

"He's just excited, I guess." Remus said, shrugging his shoulders.

"About what?" Arthur quipped suspiciously.

"I promised to go buy some Firewhiskey."

"Oh, Molly won't be happy about that." Arthur said, combing his thinning hair with his hand.

"Don't worry, Arthur." Remus said, patting him on the back. "Sirius plans on getting rid of all the evidence before you come back tomorrow morning."

"You better. If something goes wrong send your patronus so I can talk Molly down before coming in."

"Is she so against it?" Remus asked.

"You know Molly. She hates having alcohol near the children and she thinks Sirius turns into a bad influence once he drinks. That's why she tossed all his alcohol last month."

"He was having withdrawals because of it." Remus said, sighing. "Truthfully, I'm afraid he might be turning into an alcoholic, but I guess is only natural for him to drink in his situation."

"Who knows what he might have seen in that place." Arthur said, sighing too.

"Should I break my promise?"

"No, let him drink tonight. As long as he is under supervision and he drinks with company, I guess, he's fine."

"That means I'll have to watch myself." Remus mumbled. He had more than one reason to watch what he was consuming. But he didn't say that to Arthur. Arthur just asked him to be cautious, and sat down to eat dinner.

Sirius came down to dinner with his best suit on. Everybody looked at him suspiciously, specially Remus, but they just assumed it was his customary odd behavior. It had been like that since he had been imprisoned (as he liked to say) in Grimmauld Place, everybody just dismissed his strange behavior to his prolonged stay at Azkaban. Remus knew his friend was basically losing it, the solitude, the constant fear he had for Harry, the unableness to even walk outside, the anger at not being able to catch Pettigrew for now two years. It was all too much for his mind. Remus feared Sirius's mind was in even more danger there, than it had been in Azkaban.

"What you lookin at?" he growled at Remus.

"Calm down, Padfoot." Remus whispered, dismissively. "I was just admiring your tacky suit."

"You're one to say." Sirius scoffed, looking at Remus's disheveled appearance. "When did you become such a slob?"

"Well," Remus said, a playful tone in his voice. "a werewolf can't live in luxury. Have you ever seen one wearing a nice suit?"

"I wish I could see that…" Sirius said, patting Remus on the shoulder. Dinner was a curious affair, Arthur was constantly glancing towards Remus and Sirius. Remus was starting to think, Arthur had his reasons to worry about Sirius, he had seen too how his intervention in the Order was becoming reckless and Remus could bet that Arthur was afraid of Sirius ruining the Order's chance to bring Harry in.

"Don't worry, Arthur." Remus whispered in his ear, slapping his back as he walked to the kitchen sink to wash his plates.

Arthur just slouched his shoulders and acted as if nothing had happened, more for Molly's sake, than because he hadn't heard.

Remus kept scrubbing dishes and hearing the clatter that dinner at Grimmauld Place caused, he was thinking hard about what would happen tonight. Sirius was bound to be messy and he probably would talk about the first war and about James and Lily. He had to keep his composure once he started talking about their friends, it was not wise to start cracking in front of Sirius. He had his way of making sadness into sorrow, and Remus didn't wish to become a crying mess in front of…

He couldn't even think about it. The thought was violently pushed to the back of his mind, and he decided that no matter what, he was not to get drunk or else things were bound to get really dangerous. He hadn't realised when this infatuation started: at the beginning he just absentmindedly stared at the nape of her neck, and then his eyes naturally followed the shape of her bosom. He did this in several occasions, his eyes always admiring her figure and her lovely heart-shaped face. But then, one day, an intrusive thought popped into his mind, and he couldn't let it go ever again: the thought of a pregnant Tonks lying in bed next to him.

Of course Remus Lupin had had the urge to settle down and have a family in counted phases throughout his life. He had always liked children, even when he was at Hogwarts, maybe that was one of the reasons he accepted the job Dumbledore offered even though he knew nothing good was going to come out of it. And it is also true that he had imagined getting married with several strange women in the street, but his furry problem always rendered it impossible in his mind, so his experience in relationships and children were almost non existent.

So, what was about this particular woman (and such a young woman, at that) that made him want to throw all caution to the wind, that made him so exclusively sensible, that made him a complete mess? He reminded himself for the hundredth time that he was only attracted to her in a pure physical way, and left the clean dishes in the sink, where he magicked them into the right drawers.

"I'll be back." he announced to the room. Sirius immediately smirked and winked in his direction.

"Where are you going, dear?" Molly asked, stilling the whole room.

"Oh, don't worry, Molly." Remus said, a cheerful tone disguising the lie. "I just need some refills for the potion."

"Should Arthur go with you?" Molly asked, looking at her husband. "Or one of the twins, you shouldn't go alone."

"Oh, no, Molly dear." Arthur intervened. "I wouldn't like one of the twins to leave the house at this hour."

"I can go," said Fred. "where are you heading? Knockturn alley? We've been wanting to go to look at some--"

"No one is going to Knockturn alley!" Molly screeched at her son.

"Don't worry, Molly, really. I--" Remus began.

"I'm just so nervous of anyone getting caught and--" Molly said, grabbing her chest.

"Fine, fine." Tonks said, laughing. "I'll go with Remus."

"Oh," Remus was a bit taken aback. "There's really no need for--"

"Nonsense. Let Tonks go with you. I'll feel much better if a qualified Auror goes with you." Molly said, putting her foot down.

"Let's go, Remus." Tonks said, grabbing his arm.

"I'm a werewolf, you know?" Remus mumbled on their way out the kitchen, feeling slightly embarrassed by Molly's preoccupation.

Tonks stirred Remus's arm trying to get him to the front door. She had a glint of amusement in her eye, and he feared she was actually laughing at his disgrace. Did she thought he was weak too? He shook his head, trying to clear his mind from such intrusive thoughts. He shouldn't care if Tonks thought he was weak, he knew otherwise, he was dangerous. He knew that too well.

"Cheer up, Remus." Tonks said in a soft voice. The air of the early night engulfed them as they stepped out from Grimmauld Place. "Don't be so disappointed because I came with you."

"Well," he adjusted his eyes to the dark street, the steps to the house disappearing behind them. "I didn't ask for company, did I?"

"Oh." she said, letting go of his arm, and adjusting her cardigan more tightly around her figure. "Molly was just worried about you."

"She doesn't need to be." he said curtly. Why was he in such a foul mood all of the sudden? "You don't need to be either. I can pretty much take care of myself. I always have."

"Oh, I was not worried. I was trying to make you a favor. But I guess my good manners were not welcomed." she snapped. They continued walking in silence, fresh air blowing in their direction and making their walk all the more uncomfortable. When they finally arrived at the liquor store a few blocks away, Remus was feeling regretful at his behavior.

"Wotcher, Curtis." Tonks said to the store clerk in her same cheerful tone. "Did you get the good stuff?"

"Hello, Tonks." the clerk answered. He was a short man with acne scars on his face and sandy hair. He looked like he had been in some rough places in life, and yet he still looked joyous and fresh. "I got a batch directly from Romania last week, but I'm almost out. I'm the only one that supplies it in this part of town. I'm grateful about it, but, Merlin, I'm always running out. I've got two bottles left."

"Brilliant." she said, beaming up. "We'll take it."

"What is it?" Remus asked, getting two Firewhiskey bottles from the shelves.

"Dragon ale." Curtis said. "It's still not fully approved here, it's still in process. There was some issue with the import law and a loose dragon that made the Ministry pulled it back for a little while, so it's high in demand right now."

"Is it illegal, then?"

"No, no, no. I wouldn't go that far as to say it's illegal…" Curtis said, lifting his hands defensively and looking nervously at Tonks.

"I would say it's more exotic than illegal, Remus." Tonks said, winking at Curtis. "There are no laws against possession or consumption. It would have been illegal to produce it, but we're good."

"See," Curtis said, introducing the amounts and the codes into the cash register. "I'm just a provider of the exotic."

"How much do we owe you?" Tonks asked, getting her hand inside her pocket.

"25 Galleons, 2 Sickles and 6 Knuts." Curtis said. Remus gulped at the high amount. He wasn't expecting it to be that expensive. He just had 13 Galleons in his pocket.

"Here," Tonks beat him to it, getting 26 Galleons on the counter. "you can pay me back later."

"Thanks." he mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed than before.

Remus grabbed their stash and they headed back in that painful silence again. As their steps resonated on the paved walk, he let his mind wander into territory where he was not comfortable in being. He tried to analyze his heart, and as the silence grew longer and his embarrassment grew larger, it became scrutinously obvious that those feelings that he was claiming to have for the past weeks were not there at all. He wasn't in love with her, he was just attracted to her: she was young and pretty and her worked body was enticing, but he didn't know her at all. They were not friends, they were just acquaintances that happened to be friends (in her case cousin) with the same person.

"Sirius will love it." Tonks said, in hopes of breaking the silence.

"What?" Remus asked absentmindedly.

"The dragon ale." she said, looking down and then straight ahead. That was the only time she tried to engage him in conversation. So when they finally arrived to the house, and entered the wretched corridor with the ugly furniture and Tonks tripped on it and she woke the portrait of Sirius's late mother, he couldn't help but to crack up a bit.

"Fucking hell, Tonks!" Sirius came running to the portrait to help his cousin shut down the curtains under the mad screams.

"What're you laughing at, you tosser?" Sirius said to Remus once the curtains and the portrait were sedated.

"Always so aggressive, my friend." Remus said, getting ahead to the kitchen and discovering the Weasleys were already out of the house.

"Arthur said Harry was getting here by the end of the week. They went to the Burrow to pack, it seems everyone will be staying here for the rest of the summer." Sirius answered Remus's unspoken question. "I love having this pretty drinking parties with you, guys, but some more faces around this place would be nice.

Sirius took out some drinking glasses and left them on the table. Tonks pulled out a chair and sat down, getting her glass from the group and winking at Remus. Remus looked at her with baffled eyes. His insides were churning from the gesture and he had to remind himself that he had already come to terms with his attraction.

"Remus…" Tonks whispered, winking more obviously at him. Sirius looked from Tonks crouching face to Remus's clueless one.

"What is it? Why are you winking?" Sirius asked.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Tonks winked again, widening her eyes and signaling to the bags with the dragon ale inside.

"Oh!" Remus said, grabbing the bag and sitting down at the table with them. "It was meant to be a surprise?"

"Well, it bloody won't be now, will it?" Tonks said exasperated, grabbing the bottles from him. "Surprise, cuz!"

Tonks opened the bag and took out the two clear bottles with the red ale inside. Sirius choked up and grabbed the bottles from her and in a true alcoholic fashion, hugged them both close to his heart. Remus could swear he saw tears prickling his eyes.

"Dragon ale?!" Sirius said, moved. "You bought this for me?"

"Of course!"

"It's my favorite!"

"I know." Tonks sang, getting one of the bottles, opening it, and pouring the ale in their glasses. "What should we toast for?"

"For amazing cousins and dragon ale!" Sirius said, thrusting his glass to the center. Tonks laughed and clinked her glass to his. They both turned to Remus, who was still inspecting the ale, and feeling the looks on his face, he joined in.

The alcohol didn't go down smoothly Remus's throat. He wondered why they liked it, and gulped down forcefully. It tasted spicy and his stomach immediately groaned. He coughed and then turned to look at the other two. Tonks was already refilling their glasses, laughing. She grabbed Remus's empty glass, and before he could refuse, she filled him up again.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" she said, in her cheerful voice.

"I'm not playing with you again!" Sirius said. "That "the first who laughs, drinks" game is dangerous."

"No, no." Tonks said, glancing at Remus. "I would crush both of you in an instant with that game. I can easily morph a smile away! Let's play...truth or drink!"

"Ugh." Remus groaned.

"It'll be fun, Remus."

"All right, then." he conceded, crossing his legs and propping his head on his hand. "Although I suspect Sirius already knows everything about the both of us."

"Nope." Sirius said, smirking. "Just the dirty little secrets, mate."

"Fantastic." Remus mumbled.

"I'll start." Tonks said, looking at Remus. "Remus, truth or drink?"

"Truth."

"Were you this uptight as a kid too?" she asked, mocking him.

"Of course he was, you should have seen him at Hogwarts, all properly dressed and always doing his homework!" Sirius laughed, taking a sip from his drink.

"Ugh." Remus groaned again and downed the drink he had on his hand. He figured that if Tonks and Sirius were going to mock him all night, he might as well be drunk to enjoy it. "Fine. Tonks, truth or drink?"

"I'll choose drink because it's still early." she said cheekily and downed her drink. She filled up again all of their glasses. "Sirius, truth or drink?"

"Truth."

"Who was your first love?" Tonks asked.

"I'll drink and answer that later tonight." he said, gulping down all his drink in a second.

"All right-y." Tonks said, laughing and refilling the glass once Sirius had put it down.

Remus had the slight realisation both of his companions were drunk about two hours later: Sirius's speech was slurrying and Tonks was giggling uncontrollably. She was starting to choose truth, and although their questions were kind of childish until then, Remus was glad she was talking.

"Tonks." he called. "Truth or drink?"

"Truth!"

"Are you a virgin?" Remus's question made Tonks blink a couple times, trying to focus. He realised then that he too was a bit drunk.

"Nope." she said, but still drank. "Remus, truth or drink?"

"Truth."

"How was your first time like?"

"Embarrassing."

"Please elaborate, I have always wanted to know this." Sirius laughed. "You know, Tonks, Remus, believe it or not, was actually the first one to lose it. Sixth year, was it not?"

"Yes, yes." Remus nodded. "With fucking Brea Larson. She was a pretty Ravenclaw and had these long braids that I always fantasised about pulling. We had prefect duty together and she had been flirting with me the whole year."

"Bad boy, Remus, taking a young clueless witch into your claws." Tonks giggled.

"Into his paws, Tonks." Sirius corrected.

"I didn't take her into anything. She took herself." Remus drunkenly spurred. "She pulled me into a broom cupboard and attacked me! She sat down over me, and I was so excited and surprised that I--"

"Oh, please continue." Sirius prompted.

"You know what happened. It just lasted a few seconds."

"Oh, Remus!" Tonks giggled again.

"Drink up, mate." Sirius said, laughing too.

"Come on, Padfoot." Remus slurred after downing almost all his glass of dragon ale. "You tell us your first sexual experience, then."

"Oh, mate," Sirius said playfully, refilling Remus's glass. "you'll be more ashamed if I tell you."

"I don't know if I want to hear it." Tonks said, sipping from her glass. Her cheeks were a pinkish color and her eyes had started to water. Remus looked at her with soft eyes. Her whole appearance was too much for him: she looked innocent and joyous and the fact that he was centimeters away from her, was burning inside his chest.

"It can't be that good, Tonks." Remus said, his eyes not leaving her face for even a second. "He's just saying stupid shit."

"Oh, no, my dear furry friend!" Sirius laughed at his own joke. "Let me tell you the story of how I lost my virginity."

Sirius filled his glass again and patted Remus on the back, his goofy grin becoming even more manic and enthusiastic. Remus reluctantly turned his head to Sirius, but Tonks had her eyes clenching to the werewolf's profile. He could feel her gaze caressing his side, the contour of his ear, the fullness of his lips, the bristle of his skin. He was being watched, and that, more than the proximity, was scorching the inside of his loins.

"We had just graduated Hogwarts, I bought my awesome motorcycle with the last money I had gotten from my estranged parents, and I had taken it out for a ride. Dusk rapidly approached me and I entered a bar near Central London. Hear this, mate, there was a tiny little vixen at the other end of the bar, she had blue eyes and this huge bosom. I invited her a drink and she gladly accepted--"

"She must have been a prostitute, Sirius." Tonks said, suddenly too serious, her eyes were having a hard time focusing and then she bursted out laughing.

"No, no, cuz." Sirius continued. "she was no prostitute, she was a witch. She had recognized my flying bike and asked me over to chat. The only two magic people in a bar full of muggles. She was older--"

"Of course she was older." Remus laughed.

"You think I'm making this up?" Sirius asked his friend.

"You are making this up."

"No, no, Moony." Sirius waved down the werewolf and pressing harder on his shoulder he continued. "She was older, and real, and after some drinks she asked me to walk her to her flat a few blocks away. Naturally, as the gentleman you know I am, I did. We were at her door and told me how grateful she was, and asked me up for a sweet cup of coffee--"

"Come on, Sirius, you're clearly making this shit up!" Tonks intervened, laughing again, and still taking small sips from her glass.

"Listen, Tonks, I'm about to finish my story." He took a huge gulp from his glass and continued: "So I came up to her flat. She put some music on, and we were just chatting and chilling in her living room, right? And she just unbuttoned her top, slowly at first, and when she saw I was into it, she just took it off. She straddled me, kissing me wildly and almost ripping away my clothes. And when we were both buttnaked and humping each other, about to enter her, there was a rattling of keys on the front door, and in came her roommate: this gorgeous brunnette with an even bigger bosom and--"

"Horseshit!" Remus exclaimed.

"That's total bull, Sirius!" Tonks shrilled.

Sirius bursted out in laughter, the booming sound resonating in the empty house. He clenched his side, bending down from laughing so hard and after some moments of only his voice echoing, his amusement finally calmed down. Remus and Tonks observed him with annoyed expressions, but after him just laughing at his own joke like an idiot for that long, they chuckled a couple times with him.

"Truth or drink, Sirius?" Tonks said.

"Truth."

"How was your first time, really?"

"At the end of our seventh year, I lost it to Rita Wilkins. We did it in our dormitory, and then I stopped talking to her and I actually never saw her again after we went home for the summer. It was okay, I guess." Sirius shrugged, and for good measure, he took a swing from his drink.

"How normal." Tonks shrugged.

"How was yours, then?" Remus asked. His eyes met hers, and he could see his reflexion in them. It was probably all the alcohol in his system, but he felt drawn to her, as if there was an invisible strength pulling him to her, making him look.

"I did it in the locker rooms at Auror training." she said. "It was actually not so long ago."

"What? Some few years ago?" Remus asked, waving her comment with his hand and drinking from his glass.

"More like a couple months ago." she said. "His name is James Watson. We were in a sort of kind of relationship, or more like I thought we were in a sort of kind of relationship and he thought we were fuckbuddies. I was stupid enough to give in, and then when I asked him what were we, he fucking said:" Tonks's face morphed to what James Watson presumably looked like and in her best male voice she said: "What do you mean? We're teammates!"

"Fuck James Watson." Sirius said and propped his head on his hand, closing his eyes.

"When you say a couple months ago…?" Remus asked, trying to look calm about her youngness.

"It was back in May." she said casually, shrugging and taking a bigger sip from her glass.

"How...How old are you exactly?" Remus asked, suddenly feeling lightheaded.

"21." she said, downing the last of her drink.

"Oh, Merlin." he said. He didn't know why, but that number didn't make him worry nor did it make him realise how stupid his infatuation with this girl was, it made him horny. He looked down at his lap, and he could clearly discern the shape of his erection.

"Why?" Tonks asked drunkenly. "How old are you?"

"35." he said, disliking how much of a difference it seemed like. "We're 14 years apart."

"So what?" she said, looking directly to his face. He felt himself go completely red, and his erection just grew larger. What was it about this girl that made him want her so much? He wanted to kiss those big round eyes, caress the top of her eyelids, part those wet lips with his finger and make her suck so hard that it hurts.

"Merlin." Remus hotly whispered.

They heard a loud thunk from behind them, making them lose eye contact and turned their heads to the noise. Sirius's head had fallen down from his hand and had hit the table with such force that he had developed a red marking on his forehead. Sirius just grunted and snoozed away.

"He's completely hammered." Remus said. He discreetly pulled up his trousers to hide his erection and stood up to tend to Sirius. "I'll take him to his room."

"I'll wait for you here." Tonks said in a husky voice. Or was it? Remus was not sure anymore what was the difference between what he was feeling and what he wanted to happen.

He picked up Sirius as best as he could. He managed to take him over his shoulder and they moved slowly and stumbling to the upstairs landing. Sirius began grunting, and he walked up the stairs with heavy feet and even heavier eyelids.

"Come on, mate. Help me a bit." Remus implored, grasping the railing as to not fall over.

"I'm sleepy." he said in exchange.

"I know." Remus grunted. "We're almost there."

He managed to get him all the way to his room at the end of the hall. He opened the door as he could and he just pushed Sirius onto the bed. He landed in a weird position. Remus tried to make him lay comfortably, and as he took off his shoes, Sirius grunted again.

"You know, Moony," he began, kicking his trousers down. "you know who my first love was."

"I know, old mate." he said, getting him out of his suit's jacket. "It's fine."

"I'm sorry." Sirius mumbled. "I'm sorry for being a nuisance."

"You were never a nuisance." Remus said softly.

"I bet you thought I was weird." Sirius said, his eyes closed and his body limp.

"I thought you were cool."

"Even when I confessed to you?" Sirius opened his eyes slightly, looking at him between his lashes.

"Specially when you confessed. Not everybody's got the nuts, particularly at sixteen." Remus said truthfully.

"Those feelings are over now. They had been over for almost 20 years. You're a good friend to me now." Sirius said, closing his eyes once again. His breathing became soft and regular, and before Remus could finish pulling his jacket off, Sirius was snoring.

"I know." Remus whispered.

"What was that about?" Tonks's voice was carried as in a soft breeze all the way into Remus's ears. He turned around, wondering how much had she heard.

"I thought you were gonna wait downstairs." Remus said, walking towards her. He could feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off, he could almost walk in a straight line now. Her mind was something else, though. She had rosy cheeks and Remus could see as her eyes went in and out of focus.

"I got bored." she said. She had her arms crossed at her back, and when Remus was right in front of her at the opened door frame, she unfolded them, revealing the remaining dragon ale and two glasses. "We ought to take care of this before the Weasleys arrive."

"You're right." Remus mumbled. Tonks turned around and walked the length of the hallway stumbling over the furniture. Remus looked at her with curious eyes. Was it possible that she was flirting with him? He wasn't sure.

"Is this your room?" Tonks asked, caressing the wooden closed door at the end of the hallway. She turned around flicking her huge piercing eyes.

"It is."

"Show it to me." she said, opening the door. Remus followed her, and in no time, they were sitting on the bed, Tonks's legs pulled against her chest. Remus was lying down on his side, watching Tonks closely, he had his head propped on his hand and the glass of dragon ale in the other one.

"Drink or truth?" Tonks asked quietly, it was barely above a whisper, and Remus asked himself if she had actually asked.

"Truth."

"Have you ever been in love?" Tonks asked still with her quiet voice. She was taking little sips out of her glass, no doubt wanting to still be drunk, but not wanting to get sick.

"Of course. Who hasn't?" Remus answered, his eyes traveling the length of her legs, his hand itching to caress the inside of her thighs. He felt a little light-headed.

"Have you been married?" she asked, unfolding her legs and sitting crossed-legged, her back resting on his headboard. Remus chuckled against the question.

"No." he simply said, and laid down on his back, looking directly to the ceiling. The room was starting to spin and he couldn't tell for sure, but he felt as if the light was getting darker.

"Have you been engaged?" she asked again. Remus could feel her weight changing on the bed, and then he heard a clatter, as if she was setting her glass on the night table.

"Never."

"Have you had a proper girlfriend?"

"Not really."

"When was the last time you had sex?" with her question, Tonks straddled him. Remus was immediately taken aback, she had not even touched his arm before, and there she was on top of him, looking down at his face, and his eyes widened.

"What are you doing?" his voice came out calmer than he was feeling.

"Should I--Should I get off?" she stammered, her face turning into an embarrassed red blob. "I thought you wanted to."

"I do." Remus whispered, his heartbeat increasing at an alarming rate. His trousers were feeling extremely tight with Tonks's hot pussy over them. "But…"

"I knew I had seen you looking at me like that." she said, and then she leaned in to kiss him. She let their lips lock in a casual way, as if they always did that kind of thing. Her hands were pressing down his chest and her legs embraced his under his knees.

"Oh, Merlin." Remus hotly sighed into her lips, and letting go of the empty glass, he firmly grabbed Tonks's hips, pressing her core even more to his now painful erection. She rubbed herself over him, moving her hands slowly to his shoulders, and then running them over his arms, making Remus's skin bristle. He grabbed her lips with his, biting slightly her bottom one, and then introducing his tongue. He opened his eyes briefly, taking a glimpse of a red-lipped Tonks, her heaving chest that was threatening to spill out of her blouse, and the way her hair was all messed up from her last position on the bed.

That's when the thought assaulted Remus's drunken mind again. He pictured her smiling at him, her pregnant belly sticking out of her shirt, her soft hands caressing the baby bump with affection and tenderness. He smiled at the thought and kept kissing her.

She pulled his thinning hair slightly, making him moan into her mouth. Their breathing was becoming erratic, and their hands were getting restless. He pulled her blouse above her head, revealing a lacy black underwear, her breasts were perky and their color a bit more clear than the rest of her skin. He squeezed her breasts. Tonks's head rolled back, her hips still uncontrollably moving back and forth, she moaned and then turned to look at Remus once again. She smiled, and with shaking hands she started unbuttoning Remus's shirt.

They couldn't control themselves any longer, they furiously started removing their clothes, their limbs flailing one way or the other, making sure every button was undone, every zipper unzipped and every part of their bodies uncovered. At some point, Tonks had stood up from him, and he had stood up from the bed, and they were both standing up in front of the other, looking at themselves, shame pushed all the way to the back of their minds thanks to the alcohol.

"You're beautiful." Remus whispered, stepping closer to her, his chest heaving and looking in awe at the roundness of her breasts and the wetness of her sex. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to him, she parted her lips, her hands flat against his chest. Remus kissed her, introducing his tongue inside her mouth instantly, squeezing her with his hands, and letting all his emotions pour into her. He grabbed her ass, and with a little jump from her, he managed to lift her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around his middle. His erection was crushed between her folds, soaking wet. Remus walked to the bed again, not leaving her lips for even a second. He placed Tonks delicately on his bed, climbing on top of her, still kissing her mouth and then her earlobe, her neck, all the way down to her breasts, taking her right nipple into his mouth.

"Ugh." Tonks said, getting her hands away from Remus's head and taking them over her face. She squirmed a bit and then she said: "I'm not feeling well."

"Huh?" Remus asked. He turned his face to see her, but he couldn't. In that instant, Tonks shoved him away and ran to the bathroom, leaving the door open.

Remus could hear her gagging inside the bathroom. His mind felt hazy, too, but as he stayed laying down on the bed, he realised he was not in risk of becoming sick. He was not drunk anymore, at least it didn't feel like it, he was at worst tipsy.

"Are you alright?" he asked, standing up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom. He watched Tonks's naked figure kneeling down in front of the toilet, her arms around the seat, covering her face but puking her guts out. For some reason, he didn't find it repelling. Tonks was in need, and that was the only thing that his mind could register.

"Let me help you." he kneeled down beside her, grabbing her hair to get it out of the way, and caressing her back in a delicate manner. Tonks didn't stop vomiting for several minutes, and once all her stomach content had emptied itself, she incorporated, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Sorry." she whispered, smiling up to him. Her eyes were watery, and her face was red and messy.

Remus observed her smile with special attention. He had never seen a more sincere smile in his life, her whole expression melted Remus away, and just as he was helping her up and taking her back to the bed, he knew: he was falling in love.

They put on their underwear again, and without saying a word, both of them got into bed. He held her for awhile, until her breathing deepen and she no longer moved a muscle. He climbed out of bed then, dressed himself and went downstairs into the Library. He flopped down on the huge couch, and without a second thought he fell asleep.