Author's Note: I don't own any of the characters (I forgot about that in my last story†oops!). J.K. Rowling does. Lucky her. Thanks to the story "Something Entertaining," which gave me this inspiration. Back to the story!

Remus sat on the couch, his legs draped over the end, reading a dull, thick book. He had been asked to read it by Albus, who insisted that he would like it. After reading the first sentence for the fourteenth time without actually taking in a word, Remus decided that he didn't like the book at all. In fact, he was looking around the room for an excuse not to read it. Then he heard the door open and a crash. He smirked.

"Stupid, dumb, needs to be shot, piece of" The woman's voice was cut off as Mrs. Black's portrait began to scream. Remus gratefully put his book down on the table and got up. The shrieking continued as he walked down the hall.

A pink haired woman was tugging on one side of the portrait's curtains. As she heard Remus' footsteps, she turned to face him.

"Wotcher, Remus," she said, grinning widely. As the shrieking grew louder, she made a face.

"Sorry bout that, Rem," she mumbled. "Didn't mean to. Dumb umbrella stand was in the walkway again and"

"It's alright, Tonks," Remus grinned. "I was looking for a distraction anyway."

They each grabbed a curtain and drew them closed. Remus glanced at Tonks. Her pink hair was spiked slightly. Remus hadn't seen that on her since†Well, since he died. Her eyes were bright blue, her lips a bright red. She looked fairly normal, excluding the hair. Remus had seen a lot of her natural form since Sirius died. She was often at Grimmauld Place with him, talking about the Marauder's Hogwarts days. He would always tell the stories that showed Sirius in a good light to make her laugh. She never believed that he was as good as Remus made him sound. But she listened to him all the same.

Remus led Tonks to the kitchen. She started to pull out a chair, but Remus stopped her and pulled it out himself. She sat down and smiled up at him as he pushed it in. He filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove. As he pulled out his wand, Tonks placed her hand on his wrist.

"Let it boil the old fashioned way," she said. "I need to talk to you without spilling something all over both of us."

Remus nodded and sat down opposite of Tonks. He watched as she scrunched up her face and changed her hair to her natural chestnut brown. She twisted a lock around her finger as she stared at Remus.

"Remus," she said suddenly. "How long has it been since you kissed a woman?"

"Oh, probably" Remus paused as he thought. "Probably three years or so." Tonks looked surprised.

"Three years? That means that you found someone when Harry was in school!" Remus laughed at the expression on her face.

"She was fairly amazing," he said. "She wasn't very faithful, though. Two weeks after we got together, she broke up with me. Oh well." He sighed as he stared at the kettle. Tonks licked her lips nervously.

"Remus, I have to tell you something." He looked at her.

"What, Tonks?"

"Remus," she took a deep breath, "Remus I love you and I have for a long time. Ever since I joined the Order, actually. I didn't tell you because I didn't think you would love me back, but, well, I just have to tell you."

Remus was gaping at her. Tonks smiled and and stood, dragging Remus up from his chair.

"Tonks," Remus began, his eyes wide. "You don't want me. I'm"

"Old and a werewolf," Tonks laughed. She draped her arms around his neck. "What else?"

"Er"

"Just what I thought," Tonks said, nodding. She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.

Remus felt her lips on his and all reason was gone. He had loved her for so long. And now†here she was, saying that she loved him right back. He took her innocent kiss and turned it into a passionate one. He pressed his mouth forcefully onto hers, his tongue begging for her to open her mouth.

Tonks was frozen, astonished at what Remus was doing. He obviously loved her back. She willingly opened her mouth and let him in.

When they pulled apart to breath again, Tonks was lying almost flat on the table, staring at Remus as she gasped for breath.

"Wow," she muttered. He laughed, breathing hard.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Wow." He glanced at her, and he looked mischievous.

"You know," he said slowly. "The Weasleys here. They're off getting Harry. We have the whole place to ourselves"

"Remus," Tonks said firmly. "I'd like to go on a date or two. Or at least dinner before we do anything drastic."

"Who said we'd be doing anything drastic?" Remus asked cynically. "And anyway, we need to get away from the table."

"Why?" Tonks asked, her back extremely uncomfortable because of her position.

"Molly just cleaned it," Remus explained. "She'd have a fit if we got smudges on it."

"And you're implying that we will get smudges on it?" Tonks said slyly.

"Mm." Remus nuzzled Tonks' neck, kissing it gently. She felt his body pressing against hers, pushing her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and fell onto the table as he collapsed on top of her.

He was frantically kissing her neck, her shoulders, every body part he could. He was pressing against her, the kissing becoming more and more frantic and passionate. She kissed back. One hand was on the small of her back while the other was caressing her skin as he kissed. They didn't even notice the door to the house opening.

Ron and Harry walked into the kitchen with the idea of getting a snack. As they crossed into the room, they gaped. Tonks' hand was sliding Remus' shirt up, pressing her skin against his. His hands were pushing her shirt up, then running his fingers over her skin. They were attached at the lips, pressing into each other on top of the table. Ron recovered first.

"Way to go, Professor Lupin!"

Remus and Tonks jerked up and stared at the boys in the doorway. Tonks dropped her legs from Remus' waist as he pulled down her shirt and his own. Remus was stuttering as the boys stared. Tonks recovered.

"Wotcher, Ron, Harry. How are you two?" Harry made a wretching motion and ran out of the room. Ron grinned.

"Didn't know you still had it in you, Prof," Ron smirked. "You're getting smudges all over the table."

Remus and Tonks jumped off the table, Remus blushing. Tonks grinned.

"Ron, you should see how sexy Remus is," she said, her hands still grabbing Remus' chest. "He's so wonderful. Especially when we're in bed" Ron looked as sick as Harry had as he ran out of the room. Tonks laughed and kissed Remus on the lips again.

"Why'd you tell him that?" Remus murmured against her neck.

"To get him out of the room," Tonks replied. They heard Molly Weasley coming towards the kitchen. Tonks grinned evilly at Remus.

"Let's head up to your room," she muttered. He nodded and grabbed her around her waist. As he swept her up the stairs, they heard Molly's voice.

"WHO GOT SMUDGES ALL OVER THE TABLE?"

Remus grinned at Tonks and dropped her on his bed. As Molly started up the stairs, Remus closed the door.