It was so nice not to have Sirius hounding him for a change, Remus thought, sitting on an old moth eaten couch in the library of Grimauld place, with Tonks' head in his lap as she read. They should really get Sirius drunk and hide his sober up potions more often. The house was actually silent.
It was blissful.
Tonks yawned, rolling onto her stomach, resting the book on his knee now. He pulled it out of her hands before she could protest, interested in what could keep her so quiet too.
"The Secret Garden," He read aloud. "What's that about then?"
Tonks snatched it back, propping it up. "It's about a girl called Mary, and her parents die, so she has to move from India to live with her uncle, who's never around, and her snotty cousin who thinks he's dying. And then she finds a secret garden."
"I never would have guessed."
"No, that sort of thing is a bit beyond you, isn't it?" she chuckled.
He pulled her hair. "So what happens next?"
She rolled back over so she was looking up at him. "Well the garden's dead. So she grows things in it with one of the farmer boys. And it's just turned into a flower garden and she's taking her cousin out. And that's where I'm up too."
"Sounds good," Remus said vaguely, stretching. Frowning, she hit him with the book.
"You did ask."
He shrugged. "I was expecting something a bit more… grown up."
"Some of the best books were written for children," Tonks said stubbornly. "Like Winnie the Pooh and Peter Rabbit."
Remus snorted. "Literature at its best."
"Better than you at your best." She said lightly, turning a page.
"THAT is evil."
"Well, it's what you get when you interrupt me during a really good book."
"You are a horrible person. I think you're worse than Sirius."
"Probably. But that's why you love me!"
"Well… maybe."