A/N: Written for Taragh McCarthy 's What's in a Name? Competition, though I'm past the due date, so challenge.
Huny (Tonks) and Flopsy (Remus) :P
Let me know how I did.
"Hunny, I'm home!" Remus called as he entered the dark corners of Grimmauld Place.
"BLOOD, FILTH, SCUM OF THE EARTH!" Sirius' mum started up. For once Remus was unfazed though, and walked straight down into the kitchen. Molly and Tonks were there, his doll. She gave him a widened grin.
"Heard your entrance." She giggled, nodding up through the thick floor to where Ms Black still unsettled the dust.
"I made sure you could." He said, smiling back. At the sink Molly continued to wash. He swooped in for a chaste kiss before the red-head mother-hen could turn and catch them unceremoniously at it. Then he sat at the table across his girl, feeling content with the world.
"Hunny?" Tonks suddenly asked, her pink hair lighting up the brown-gold flecks in her eyes. It took a minute for Remus to register her question. "Like that sticky food thing I'm allergic to?"
"No." Remus stated, grabbing a dirty ceramic mug off the long unoccupied table and magicking himself some coffee. It never tasted the same somehow. But he didn't elaborate.
"Then... what like?" She asked, her cheeks uplifted.
"Hunny. Like hunny-bunny. But however much you remind me of a furry rodent, I think I cover up that much aspect for the both of us," he said. "And lest we not embarrass you in front of Sirius and his mum," he added jokingly, listening to the quieting of the woman's screams. "So just Hunny."
"Remus..." She chuckled, her cheeks turning a red clashing like clown paint on her brightly-lit, neon face. Remus figured that Tonks was the only person in the world that blushed more than himself; and she was the only one he could get to. It was then he realized just how lucky he really was, to have a fine young girl like Dora in his life, when she had her pick of all the other Wizards; and chose him. Then she'd accepted all of his baggage like it was her own to bear- and that wasn't even the half of it.
"Well then, I should pick a nickname for you, right?" She asked, looking back into his eyes. A steady wish-wash sounded from behind the two.
Remus looked at the girl. "Go ahead." And he could accept all the jokes to come.
She started chewing her nails, a look of concentration pulling her face. An expert duelist, fearless, adorable. Remus watched her pale lashed flutter against her dying cheeks. "Flopsy?" She asked with uncertainty.
His laughter howled in the small kitchen, bouncing off the pots and pans.
"And where does that come from? My floppy overcoats and trousers?"
"No..." Tonks mumbled, and Remus understood her earlier curiosity.
"Then?"
"You'll laugh."
"I won't," he said solemnly, keeping his face poker-straight. The girls blush was so deep it seemed to reach even the roots of her bubblegum hair.
"Well. When you take Wolfsbane, and your lucid enough to stay close to me... er, close enough," she said, and Remus felt himself actually sober up enough to listen intensely. "Well, your other half is so adorable. It reminds me of this little brown terrier I used to have that my parents got me to uh, cope with being a metamorphagi. He was the best friend I had for a long time, so un-judging and loyal, and..."
Remus didn't know what to say to such a thought. There was so much about Dora he'd never even guessed about before, and here she was tying him into her past. Honestly, Tonks had never seemed to be the deep-thinker type. Even if she had just said it unconsciously... "Hunny, you're my other half." He said, grasping her hands. "And no full moon could ever take that away."
The two met halfway across the table for another kiss.
Still washing dishes, a smile spread Molly's lips. Flopsy and Hunny just happened to go right together after all. All not in vain.
