Tonks fluttered her eyes open and looked around the empty Aurors' Office. She had decided to wear her bubblegum pink hair down today. Although she loved the spiked look, she had to admit to herself that the long flowing look certainly wasn't bad. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes with pink-painted fingernails and examined her surroundings. With all the lights off, all she could see were the silhouettes of empty desks and the power saver lights on the computer monitors.

"Lumos." In an instant, every light in the room came on, momentarily blinding the witch. Once her eyes got adjusted to the light, Tonks found a sticky note on her desk that read, "OoTP tonight at 8… DON'T BE LATE!" in scribbled black ink. At last, her escape. Having worked a sixty hour week amid reports of Voldemort rising back to power in the London underground. But now, at least momentarily, she'd gain a little bit of solice, ironically in a meeting that discussed detailed plans of a countermovement against Voldemort. It wasn't the discussion that allowed Tonks to breath a heavy sigh of relief. It was seeing him. Sure, he was older, but he was intelligent and passionate about his causes. Maybe it was the way he looked her in the eyes, both when he was being incredibly sweet and eloquent, and when he was looking at her with intensity and fervor. She was never intimidated by his intensity. She knew he would never hurt her. She hated to admit it, but the "independent woman who doesn't need guys" stance that she crafted ever since being mercilessly denied while in Hogwarts was slowly crumbling thanks to this mysterious man. If only she knew his NAME! As she prepared to Disapparate to 12 Grimmauld Place for the night, she resolved to herself that she would find out this man's name, no matter what it took…

Remus Lupin sat at the dining room table, joined by Molly and Arthur Weasley and his close friend Sirius Black. Remus sat at the table with his legs crosses, sipping on a cup of tea while looking thoughtfully at the latest edition of The Daily Prophet. "Rubbish," he snorted. Remus slowly stood up. It didn't help that he was in his late thirties and it CERTAINLY didn't help that his transformation weakened his legs due to the fact that they completely reversed direction when in wolf form. His knees creaked as he finally came to a standing position. All eyes in the dining room looked quizzically at him. "Going out for some air."

Remus gracefully strode out to the steps leading to 12 Grimmauld Place. He took a deep breath, reveling in the cool autumn air. Suddenly, with a loud bang, Remus felt a warmth flood his body. Blood rushed to his face as his eyes grew wide. His hand grasped for his wand but he could not find it. Every hair stood on end…

Nymphadora Tonks had rushed herself, and, in one of the most embarrassing moments of her life, Apparated in such a position that she was now kissing Remus directly on the lips! Tonks let out a surprised squeal and quickly drew her lips back. She looked up at the man she had accidentally kissed, praying that it wasn't her cousin Sirius. To her relief and embarrassment, it was the mysterious man that she had admired at every Order meeting.

Remus's face was turned a bright red. He looked at this woman and could only smile, not really sure of what to say. "Well, that is certainly a first for me…"

Tonks let out a nervous giggle. "Sorry… uhh… well, I'm Nympha… I'm Tonks." She looked down at her black Converse high-tops as Remus chuckled.

"Ah yes, Miss Tonks. It's a pleasure to meet you again." Her head snapped up to meet his eyes.

Remus continued, "I'm Remus Lupin, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance… again." The two just stood there for a moment, trying to absorb all of the simultaneous shocks of the last few minutes, until finally, Remus opened the door, motioning for Tonks to enter before him. "After you, Miss Tonks."

"Just Tonks, please?" He nodded, and the two entered the house.