This is the sequel to One Whole Week. It will be multi-chaptered. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything; not even an air-conditioner in this obnoxious heat.

The rain outside was not the reason why she was late, but she'd use it or her job as one if she had to. She had Kingsley to enter with because she asked him to. She didn't want to walk in alone and be the 'exact' main spot of attention.

Even with that said, when they entered all eyes went onto them anyways, and to Kingsley who took a swat in the last available place possible. It was a full house tonight so she did what everyone expected of her, and with their awkward stares she went over to Remus and sat on his lap, but because he was the man he was he didn't fuel any flames. As much as she wanted him to reach his arms around her and bring her in closer he wasn't going to do it. His attention remained on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eyes when he eyed the two, but he didn't let anything be revealed. He just continued on with what he was discussing: Dementor attacks and the increased fleet of crime which Hestia, Kingsley and she could account for, which they did, and regarded what was handled, which wasn't much.

"Is there a reason for the hood, Nymphadora?" Dumbledore asked gently. His eyes never held and accusations.

She felt everyone's eyes on her again, in some way or another glimpse her way, or just plainly look at her, so she said, "I'm just cold from the rain, that's all. It's really coming down out there." It was a flat out lie. She was actually hot. The sticky rain and the humid air of the outside and the inside made her very uncomfortable. She wanted to take it off, as well as the long sleeved shirt underneath it, but wouldn't do that until a later time.

He seemed to understand, he always did. He nodded and continued on. He never saw the bad in anyone, and even if he had, he never brought it to light, or accused you of your actions. It was your problem, and to only be handled by you.

She caught a glimpse from Severus Snape. He probably knew what she had been doing. There was no big deal to it, but if the wrong people knew. It made her happy, and that's all she cared for in the matter.

The only thing she cared about, from the man that caught her eye was that he could help her. Somehow, if possible she had to corner him and ask him without anyone noticing.

Even Remus.

When it was time for the werewolf issue she resisted the urge to run out of the room, or just cover her ears. She knew that he was going again. He had brought it up just that past Sunday, and on that day she resisted the urge to demand him not to go. She didn't want conflict with him because she was still tender from the last time, and she just didn't want that again.

He would just be away; their bond would still be the same. It would.

The last topic was of the death eaters, and what Snape had to say. There was increase in activity from within and planned attacks that would be spaced a part. Ever since Bellatrix Lestrange busted out of prison for the second time, there was fear in the lack of guard.

Mrs. Weasley served dinner to those who were staying after everything was discussed. She was a very kind women who had a firm hand at raising all her children, and knew how to control a room of people.

Tonks took a seat next to Remus, having missed Snape. She'd just have to end up writing to him. He always responded to a letter, and the good thing would be that it would be to his eyes only.

"Hey sweetheart." She greeted her mate solemnly.

"What's wrong my love?" he questioned. He took her hand into his under the table. She gave it a small squeeze of affirmation.

She sighed. With her plate in front of her she could only eat one bite. She had to put her fork down. Mrs. Weasley's food was always good, but with a sour stomach she couldn't taste anything, and it felt increasingly harder to swallow what she had in her mouth.

"I don't know, I'm just," she shrugged. She didn't want to spill out anything with so many around, or even tell him what was going on. He wouldn't understand. He'd tell her what she was doing was wrong, and very dangerous, and that it couldn't control; like he would want to control the situation. She couldn't let that happen.

With her free hand she pulled her hood closer around her face. She didn't want him to see anything until they were alone later on.

Remus was distracted by Kingsley like a cue. She was glad for the moment because for some reason or another she started to cry. She didn't know why. She took her hand away from his and put it on his shoulder. When he looked at her she just stood up and whispered, "I need some air, I'll be back in a few minutes."

"You want me to-"

"I'll just be quick." He kissed her hand and she walked off, catching the bloody leg of the umbrella stand on her way out.

She just had to get away, she felt trapped and under pressure. She hated that she had to walk on eggshells and not speak of what she was truly feeling. She didn't know most of the time how to feel and what to do.

She didn't know, so she still held everything inside of her, smoked a cigarette and went back, all walls once again built up and intact.-

First chapter. Tell me what you think.