I thank you tons for the good response I've gotten so far. You are all saints (or perhaps just lovers of this pairing...).

Day 2: Snuggling.

These characters are not mine.

Tonks was not sure why she agreed to have a drinking contest with Sirius. The man could definitely hold his liquor—and then some.

By the time she started giggling like a madwoman, and dancing around the room, he had declared himself the victor. Tonks huffed, her hair becoming long, green and bushy in order to showcase her annoyance. Well, at least Remus looked fairly amused.

Still, Tonks felt extremely vindicated when Sirius passed out on the floor of the sitting room. The high of the alcohol was also beginning to leave her drained, but she was determined to brag about her staying power before giving into to the exhaustion.

"Really though," she said drowsily to Remus. "I should be considered the winner. Just look at him."

"Mostly I try not to," Remus said, shaking his head. Then he snuck a peek. His eyes turned dark as he started to glare. "Shit Sirius you complete and utter bastard," Remus muttered. Tonks quirked an eyebrow.

"You get more swear-y when you drink," she observed.

"And your eyebrows have turned turquoise," Remus pointed out.

"Oh…really?" Remus nodded. Tonks rubbed her brow self-consciously. "Anyway, what's Sirius ticked you off about this time?"

"He's taken all the pillows!" Remus whined.

Tonks gazed blearily in her cousin's general direction. Indeed, he had taken all the cushions in the drawing room and made some sort of nest out of them. Now he lay, completely ensconced and clutching them protectively. "I see that. So?"

"So, I'm weary. I've been on shift three times this week, the full moon's coming up, and now I'm drunk off my arse. There's no way I'm getting out of this room. I'll have to make do with the cold, hard ground." Tonks snickered at his childish tone. "No seriously, do you know how bad this will be for my old neck? And Merlin my back…"

"Alright old man, then why don't you join me up here?" Tonks patted the spot next to her on the threadbare couch. It smelled of mothballs and there was a spring poking into her side, but he might as well share her pain. Remus eyed the decrepit piece of furniture critically.

"I don't know…"

Tonks suddenly had a brilliant idea. She grinned wickedly. "Use me as a pillow, if you like," she offered. Remus blinked up at her.

"Could I really…?" He hesitated. Tonks beckoned him eagerly. Remus rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay." He moved over sluggishly, and then beside her. He scratched his nose. "Err, now what?"

"Now you go to sleep," Tonks suggested, gently gripping the back of his neck and pulling his head down onto her lap. Remus struggled for a moment, spluttering out flustered apologies. Then he stilled, and his breathing slowed.

"Thanks Nymphadora."

"…Remus John Lupin, if you don't want me to drop-kick you across the room, please reconsider using such vile language in my presence." Remus chuckled. His voice hummed pleasantly against her legs.

"Goodnight love," he said softly. His hand gripped her knee.

Tonks stiffened. A second of sobriety flashed through her, and she knew she was going to be an embarrassed wreck come the morning. Her hair might stay red for weeks.

Then she got distracted by the man below her. The veins of grey in his chocolate colored hair glinted playfully in the room's dim lighting.

She used her thumb to stroke back the bangs that obscured his face. As far as she could tell he was all ready fast asleep. His expression was serene. All the normal wrinkles, those of stress and laughter, had smoothed over a bit. The scar on his temple, which she sometimes saw twitch when he was anxious or angry, was currently still.

Tonks decided that this moment was well worth any oncoming trouble.

She woke to a bright flash going off in her face. She yelped and reached for her wand, promptly knocking into someone. They fell onto the floor in a mess of tangled limbs. Remus gripped his head and groaned. Tonks sympathized. She wasn't sure if it was the fall, the hangover, or the sea of conflicting emotions crashing down upon her, but her brain felt like it was rattling around in her skull.

"Sirius…where on earth did you get that camera?" Remus asked his friend.

Sirius grinned from ear to ear. "You don't even want to know," he said enigmatically.

"And how are you so chipper after a night like that?" Tonks wanted to know. She sat up and trying to act nonchalant about the fact that she was basically sitting in Remus' lap.

"Ah," Sirius waggled a finger. "I whipped up a hangover up potion while you two were sleepily so cozily." Remus frowned and aimed a kick at Sirius' shin. Sirius dodged.

"Any left for me?" Tonks asked hopefully. Sirius gave an evil laugh.

"Well, there might be, if you promise not to take away my camera," Sirius bargained.

Remus sighed in exasperation, helping Tonks onto her feet as he stood. "Okay," Tonks agreed innocently.

After Sirius gave her the potion she smashed his camera. "What?" She questioned as he stared aghast at her. "I didn't take it away from you." Sirius fake sobbed over the loss of what he called perfect blackmail material. Remus gave her a grateful smile.

She felt almost guilty for secretly rescuing the film beforehand. Oh well, that wouldn't stop her from developing it away from prying eyes.

And two down, 28 to go. Next is gaming/ watching a movie. I'm thinking they'll watch a movie.

Note: I will warn you again, these things are a wee bit rushed. Still, I am determined to do this challenge, so lets try and enjoy it together.