Truly, Madly, Deeply.

A/N: This is the second and ongoing part of a story I have on here under another name, also called 'Truly, Madly, Deeply.' Like a blithering idiot I've forgotten the email I've got that account registered to (tATu_Black) as I haven't used it for several years. So therefore I can't retrieve my password either. So I'm not plagiarising myself, just a bit of a cock.

Warning: This is a Sirius/Tonks story. If you find that in anyway vomit inducing, please go back.

Disclaimer: I don't in anyway own these characters, or anything else Harry Pottery. I'm not making any money.

Part 2.

I remember sitting on Sirius' knee as a little girl. He would tell me such exciting stories about battling Death Eaters and his adventures and pranks at Hogwarts and escaping evil Aunt Walburga and the amazing gardens at the James' parent's house.

He also used to tell me how he would never let anyone hurt me. How I was his special little Dora B.

Turns out the only person that promise didn't cover was himself.

It's Christmas time. Harry and his friends are at Grimmauld Place for the holidays, slightly earlier due to Mr Weasley's accident. I've charmed the colour change tinsel to play Muggle Christmas music, much to everyone's bemusement. Hermione will appreciate it anyway. Nice girl. Clearly besotted with that Ron boy. Good heart but he can't have be a bastard to her. Boys. Men.

Sirius seems happier outwardly, but I seem to feel sorer and sorer from our late night escapades. His bitterness at being trapped here gets worse everyday, and I can see why. The house is vast in size and number of rooms and floors… But it's more oppressive by far than the cramped cottage I grew up in. The tall walls and ceiling loom out of the darkness at you, creating an atmosphere of unease that's hard to shake off even after you leave the building. And Sirius doesn't have that luxury.

I'm sitting on a bench in amongst a variety of weeds, some of which are taller than me. I've sneaked a full mug of firewhiskey outside and am demolishing it quite rapidly in the cool night air, when I hear rustling and the clunk of the heavy oak back door.

"Dora B."

"You haven't called me that since before you went to Az-"

"Let's pretend that never happened for tonight eh? It's Christmas Eve. I want to be happy. For Harry."

I shiver slightly. Sirius sits down as he takes a drag on his cigarette and sits down beside me, wrapping an arm loosely around my shoulder and pulling me towards him lazily.

I curl towards him, pulling me legs up beside me onto the bench, and offer what's left of the contents of my mug. Sirius grins and pulls out a silver engraved flask, which I know has MWPP at the top and 4 intricate drawings of animals underneath.

"Will you dance with me? Inside with the others?" Sirius glances nervously at me sideways and then offers that I can stand on his feet like I used to if I'm worried about tripping. I giggle and agree.

I'm being swirled around the room and I see Sirius eyes mist over and I can't help but wonder if this is something that he did with my mother. Dance with her under floating Christmas candles in front of his friends. Make dirty jokes in her ear as he dipped her and pulled her close and smirk at her giggle afterwards.

I see Harry watching us happily. He's tipsy on punch and is absent-mindedly playing chess with Ron. The pieces are all rather exotic looking witches, all in various state of undress, size and colour. They twirl about the board and wiggle seductively as Molly looks on looking rather disapprovingly at Sirius.

It's 2'oclock in the morning. Sirius and I are in the kitchen and he looks so funny trying to get the glitter I've just charmed at him out of his hair. He says he's going to teach me a lesson. I'm giggling and running away when I hear a noise by the door, but Sirius distracts me by catching me, spinning me, and pushing me into the wall. He kisses me bruisingly, pinning my arms up above my head and I moan drunkly, louder than I normally would in a house full of children when we are both too drunk to cast a decent muffila…Muffilati- …Muffling spell.

I distantly feel slightly colder and realise that my dress has been rather badly magically removed, judging by the pieces on the floor. I must remember to glitter him again for that tomorrow.

"Sirius…not here…anyone could come down… you mustn't take anymore of my things off…what if someone sees Sirius!" I try to wriggle away from his prying hands, but he pins me back against the wall.

"Let that be a lesson to you then, not to glitter people who are stronger and better than you."

"You are not-" He slapped a hand over my mouth to cover my angry shriek, and stopped dead.

I managed a very muffled 'Sirius…what…?' Before I realised someone was running off up the stairs.

Sirius launched himself off up after them, to do what I'm not sure. I took the opportunity, not entirely gladly, to reassemble my dress and right myself. By the time I had repaired Sirius' damage, he was back, looking horror stricken and panting.

"I…He….I…What on earth will I say? Should I charm his memory clean? But how could I… Wrong…James would never… Lily would… Harry!"

Shit.

Probably not what Sirius wanted to give Harry for Christmas, a live show of kinky cousin sex.

Marvellous.