This is a sequel to my story 'Of Pink Army Boots and Elbow Patched Tweed'. It is Remus and Tonks' story during the Deathly Hallows, and as unbelievable as it might sound, I promise a happy ending! It is going to be a quite long story, with much much help from the Beatles, in the same way as my previous fic.

For those of you who supported my previous story, thank you SO much, for those of you who are ready to start reading this one, I equally thank you : )

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Song: Strawberry Fields, The Beatles

Remus Lupin could not remember a hotter summer since their seventh year, something which had made it particularly difficult to concentrate and study for the NEWTs. It was quite unusual for a London resident to experience such a weather. He caught himself wishing it was winter multiple times every day. In winter he could wear his old patched cardigans and brogues under his wizard robes, but now he found it a little odd and uncomfortable to walk around in Nymphadora Tonks' flat in his graying t-shirt and striped boxer shorts. Not that he was trying to seduce her, no, it just was impossible for him to wear anything heavier, at least when he wasn't out.

It was true, even if it was extremely difficult to believe it. Remus Lupin was staying at Nymphadora Tonks' crazy flat, with the multicolor sofa and the dancing chairs in the kitchen, with the water mattress bed and the singing-out-of-tune bathroom mirror. It still required some effort from him to realize how lucky he had been, and he simply could not verbalize how thankful he felt for his fate. You see, a dangerous, poor werewolf like Remus Lupin, would never think that a cheerful, clumsy, beautiful auror ten years his junior would fall madly in love with him. Well, cheerful, she had been not the previous year, but she was now.

And he would never even think of falling in love with her.

But apparently, it had happened, and he was unable to do anything to stop it.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

The door opened and he ran from the kitchen, wiping his hands in a towel, to greet her. Her hair was mint green and she was a little tanned. She was wearing a pair of bright purple studded shorts under her wizard robes, and her vibrant polka dot sneakers, with a clashing pair of yellow socks. She was covered in sweat and there were dark circles under her eyes.

"What is your patronus?" he asked.

"A werewolf. What is your favorite chocolate flavor?"

"Honeydukes mint and molasses."

"Yeah, right, like anyone else would like that thing apart from you." She grinned, pulling his face for a light kiss. "How was your day?"

"Peaceful. Did some research for the goblins that Kingsley ordered, read some Muggle literature, sweated to death and had a shower three times, and bewitched your oven to bake cakes in twenty minutes. You know, feeling extremely useful as usual." He said bitterly, stroking her hair.

"You are extremely useful."

"What about your day?" he asked as they headed to the couch.

"Well, just as peaceful as yours, I guess. Had a row with Dawlish, and then went to a house previously attacked by Death Eaters. Found the parents and a son dead, and escorted two girls to the orphanage." Her voice broke and tears appeared in her eyes. Remus Lupin sighed and pulled her in his arms.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

He didn't have something to say, it was quite a difficult time for all of them, especially now that Dumbledore was gone, but it was twice as difficult for Nymphadora, obviously because of her job. There wasn't a way to comfort her, he already knew that. He would never stop admiring her for being so strong with all that she experienced every day.

"You are a brave witch, Dora."

"A brave witch who fails at saving innocent people from getting killed." She sobbed, with a muffed voice, as she hid her face in his chest.

"It is not humanly possible to save them every time, love. However, you still make it most of the times. You should be proud." He gave her his handkerchief and she blew her nose. "The limiting regulation for half-breeds arrived today with an owl, by the way."

"What does it say?"

"Charming things. Filthy werewolves, don't you dare date wizards, don't get out of your house, don't breathe, don't use the toilet, the Ministry has any right to put you in Azkaban…"

"Umbridge is an old bat Remus, we already know that." She said. "I should go make you something to eat."

He chuckled. "I have already eaten, and there's some fried fish ready for you in the kitchen. You are tired enough not to cook. Besides, we both know you'd burn it." She smiled half-heartedly. "I'm not hungry at all, Remus."

"Go and have a nice shower then, the heat is insufferable. Then have a nap. But you'll definitely taste my specialité, even if you're not in the mood for fish!"

"What's that, may I ask?"

"Wait and see."

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

She sighed while undressing, and entered the shower. She let the cold water fall on her aching muscles, it was quite a relief from her hard day. She got out and wrapped a towel around her, morphed her hair reddish pink, then walked to the bedroom, and fell heavily on the bed. She decided to wait for him, but her eyelids betrayed her and closed, her body relaxed, and she drifted to a light sleep.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.

Nymphadora Tonks was feeling so hot and sweaty again, but something was different now. Something cool, wet and unidentified was gently touching her back, waking her up and sending pleasant shivers to her whole body. "What is that?" she smiled, without opening her eyes. Next thing she felt, was the same thing that was touching her on her lips. The scent of her favorite fruit made her sigh in bliss, and she opened her mouth in order to taste it. "Strawberry…" she mumbled. She opened her eyes and saw him sitting next to her on the bed. He lowered his head as she turned on her back, and his lips captured hers in a kiss which tasted of strawberries too. He caressed her hair and she sighed, as her hands slid under his t-shirt. She broke the kiss and started trailing kisses on his neck, and then… he got away from her.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a surprised look on her face.

"You have to try my specialité." He made his way to the kitchen.

"Remus bloody Lupin," she groaned, "I was ready for a shag there, and you stopped kissing me to bring me pancakes? What a spoilsport!"

He entered the room holding a round bowl and a spoon. He sat next to her and placed it on the table. "Does it seem like pancakes to you?" he asked teasingly. She grinned when she saw the pink content of the bowl. "I didn't know you knew how to make ice-cream!" She said admiringly.

"Well, it seems like I do! Come on, won't you try?"

She had already put a big spoonful of homemade strawberry ice-cream in her mouth, and she had some on her chin too. "It's perfect, Remus! Why the hell are you so talented in everything?"

"Everybody has their own talents, Dora, if you know what I mean! Just be careful, don't eat too fast."

Her nose turned to a pig snout, in order to emphasize on his words about her manner of eating, which was identical to the one of her beloved, lost cousin, Sirius Black.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

But suddenly, she discovered the reason he had warned her. Her teeth bit something solid, was it an almond? No, the taste was that of metal.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" she mumbled, and spat the thing in her hand.

And then her heart caught on her neck, when she looked at the silver ring she was holding.

"What's that supposed to mean, Lupin, is that some kind of a twisted Marauder prank?" she asked in a shaking voice. "For I honestly hope that is not what it is!"

He casually looked at his nails. "You know, it seems like I have just asked you to marry me, unless you have something better to do the following days, of course."

Always know sometimes think it's me, but you know I know and it's a dream.
I think I know of thee, ah yes, but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Her lavender eyes were wide open with surprise, as she looked at him, and he thought of waving his hand in front of her face so she would move, but then, quite unexpectedly, the man had to admit, she threw herself on top of him, kissing him, causing him to fall on the ice-cream bowl.

"That means yes?" he struggled for some oxygen.

"Your bottom is currently covered in ice-cream and that sounds quite delicious, so yeah, that's basically the main reason for me to want to bloody marry you!" she teased.

Remus Lupin smiled and kissed her again.

Oh yeah, strawberries...

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.