A/N Written for the Ten Things Challenge on Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum. This is the first of ten oneshots based on twenty or so prompts given. Enjoy, and please don't forget to review! Not used to writing Remus/Tonks so please, tell me what you thought!

Ch.1. Secret Meeting.

Kingsley and I briskly walked down the nondescript London street.

I had no idea where we were going and had to trot to keep up with Kingsley's large stride.

"So…tell me again where we're going?"

Of course, Kingsley hadn't told me in the first place, but it was worth a try.

"You'll see," he said shortly, suddenly coming to a stop.

We were in a dismal looking neighborhood in a street called Grimmauld Place.

Kingsley had stopped right between numbers eleven and thirteen.

There was no twelve.

"What's up with-"

"Read this."

He handed me a scrap of parchment, and I rolled my eyes before reading it.

The Headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix may be found at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

"But there is no number twelve!" I shouted.

I was pretty fed up with the secrecy and Kingsley's mysterious statements about our evening outing.

A grating noise interrupted my furious thoughts.

A house was appearing, thrusting itself between numbers eleven and thirteen. The other houses showed no sign of being disturbed by the shifting, growing house.

"So there's Number Twelve," I said smoothly, then set the parchment aflame.

OOOOO

We were inside the house, and I now understood the secrecy. Kingsley was introducing me to the members of the Order.

There had been a bit of embarrassment when I Stunned Sirius Black, but when he was revived, he assured me that there was no harm done, and praised me for my quick reflexes.

I was still smiling sheepishly until Emmeline Vance leaned in and whispered, "I've been wanting to do that myself. Escaped convicts aren't very good at being boyfriends."

She winked, and I concealed my shock hastily. This was a story that I would definitely ask her about later.

Of course, this and all other thoughts flew out of my head when I met him.

Remus Lupin.

"W-Wotcher," I stammered, thrusting out my hand. I felt very shy all of a sudden.

"Hello, Wotcher. I'm Remus Lupin," he said in a hoarse but gentle voice. He was smiling, and there was a glint of mischief in his light blue eyes as he teased me.

"I-I'm Tonks."

He raised an eyebrow. He was pale and exhausted looking, and his light brown hair had many threads of silver weaving through it.

"Just Tonks?"

Why was I so bloody nervous?

"Well…" I couldn't decide whether to tell him my name or not. It didn't help that he was still smiling.

"My first name's Nymphadora."

He nodded and said, "I see. So, Tonks, is it?"

I nodded, speechless and somehow managed to flash a grateful grin at him.

"A pleasure to meet you." Why was he bothering to talk to someone so idiotic? Why wouldn't he stop smiling that devastating smile at me?

I mumbled something, and I could feel my face growing crimson.

I screwed up my eyes and willed it back to its normal ivory.

"A Metamorphmagus," he said curiously.

"Yes," I replied, oh so eloquently.

"The meeting's about to begin, Tonks," Kingsley announced, sweeping past us to another room.

Remus and I both jumped, spell broken.

"I'll-I'll just go in then," I muttered lamely, and went out the door Kingsley had gone through, whacking my hip on the doorframe

I sat with Kingsley and my mentor, Mad-Eye, and while I listened to Dumbledore speak about the aims of the Order, I couldn't resist sneaking glances at Remus Lupin.