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Remus halted his pacing at the sound of a sharp knock. He hastily adjusted his jumper and moved to answer the door.

"Oh, Minerva, what can I do for you?"

"Good evening Remus, may I come in?"

"Now? It's not really a," he rubbed the back of his head, "I mean it's rather late isn't it?"

She fixed him with a stair that would have had him running for cover as a school boy, who was he kidding if it was appropriate to do so, or if his desk was a little closer, he would have been diving for cover at present.

"O-of course, of course you can come in. Take a seat." He pulled out a chair for her. "Is everything alright?"

She placed her hands on the back of the chair, but did not sit. "Everything is quite alright, I did not mean do alarm you."

He nodded his head slightly, "May I inquirer as to your presence then? Er, not that it's not enjoyed, just rather, unexpected." He finished weakly, eyes glancing towards the door.

"There is something that I have been meaning to discuss with you, for several months now, but the time was never right."

"Oh," he stepped closer, "what is it?"

"Remus, I'm in love with you."

"Truly Minerva? This is wonderful news! I thought it was just me! I must confess I've had a crush on you since you were my head of house, I didn't think you would ever see me as anything else but a foolish boy." He closed the distance between them, grabbed her by the shoulders and crashed his lips into hers.

She pushed herself away, "Remus Lupin!" She paused for a second, "What's your middle name?"

"John." He told her, a playful smirk on his features.

"Remus John Lupin you better have known it was me!"

"Minerva, whatever are you talking about?" She shot him a glare, he chuckled. "Of course I knew it was you."

"How did you figure it out?" she huffed, finally taking a seat in the chair he had offered her and letting her now pink hair out of the tight bun she had fixed it in.

"Your eyes Nymphadora, I've never seen another pair as lovely as yours."

"What a sap," she shook her head "I morphed them, they must have slipped once I started talking to you." She mused.

He gave a quite snort.

"And just what was that for?"

"Unable to hold a simple morph in my presence? What a sap you are Nympha-uoof." He was cut off by a pillow making contact with his head.

"Don't call me Nymphadora. Now where's this Hot Chocolate you promised me?"

"Right, of course." He moved to the table next to the fire place. "There is one condition though."

"And what might that be?"

"That you never morph yourself to look like Minerva McGonagall again."

"I think I can manage that, lords am I glad to know you really don't have a thing for the woman."

He shook his head as he handed her a mug, "No, just no." She giggled into her hot chocolate.

...

Tonks blinked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she noticed a warm fire smoldering in a hearth that most certainly did not belong to her Gryffindor dormitory. She sat up and let the warm blanket covering her pool in her lap. She was in Remus' private quarters. He must have covered her before he ran off to his own bedroom, "The noble git" She mumbled under her breath.

"Did you say something?" Remus spoke from the small table by the window behind the couch.

"What- oh, nothing. Good morning Remus, sorry I feel asleep on you."

He smiled, "Good morning Nymphadora, it was no problem at all. How do you take your tea?"

She returned his smile, "Lemon and a generous lump of sugar, if you don't mind."

"Ah, just the way I take mine. Here you are." He handed her a mug as he took a seat next to her on the couch.

"Thanks."

"You're quite welcome, Nymphadora."

She shook her head as she sipped the tea she had just been handed, "Remus, it's Tonks, please stop addressing me by that god awful name."

He tilted his head to the side as he looked at her, "Nymphadora is a beautiful name, it suits you much better than you'd like to believe."

"My mother will be thrilled to meet you." She grumbled, that paused, "not that I'm making you meet her or anything! Umm, just that, you know, bugger, never mind." She hung her head in slight embracement.

Remus let out a low chuckle that seemed to pass straight through Tonks and leave her tingly inside.

"As it may be, I've met your mother before."

Tonks nearly choked on her tea. "What?" she managed to get out between coughs.

There was that boyish grin of his again. "Oh, I haven't seen her in quite some time now, but I knew her vaguely when I was younger."

"You knew my mother? Andromeda Tonks? Formal and polite and scary as all hell, Andromeda Tonks?"

Remus was still chuckling, "She's a lovely woman. I was at your parents' wedding."

"WHAT!" This time she did choke.

Remus' chuckle turned to a full laugh as he rubbed her back. "Relax Nymphadora, I was only eleven, I suppose that does make me rather older than you though doesn't it?" His smile fell a little.

She did the math in her head, 13 years, that's not too bad. "Nonsense, you're not old at all. How did you know her, I don't think she ever mentioned you."

"I wouldn't have expected her too. I was a friend of her cousin. He dragged me with him to the wedding so he'd have someone to talk to."

"Of my mother's cousin? You paled around with the Blacks?" She had a skeptical look on her face.

Remus stiffened visibly, his voice was soft when he answered. "There was a time when Sirius Black and I were friends; things have changed."

A silence fell over the two, That's it, I've done it, I've scarred her off and she doesn't even know I'm a werewolf yet . . . well there's one awkward conversation I don't have to have now.

Tonks placed a hand on his shoulder, "Mom used to talk about him, you know, before, before all of those terrible things happened. He was her favorite family member. I think there's still a little part of her that thinks he's innocent, so she can still hold on to all of the good memories she had of him." Her voice was soft now, "I know it's my job to catch him, but when we do, there's a part of me that still hopes he's innocent too."

Remus grabbed her hand, "It's good to hear that others understand how conflicted I find my feelings at times." He looked into her eyes, Why is this young woman so completely wonderful? Am I a dirty git if I don't tell her about my fury little problem? "Nymphadora," he started, unsure of what exactly to tell her. "Nymphadora, I. There's something I need-"

"Oh blocks! Is that the time?" She jumped up. "I'm going to be late for potions, and there is no way that I'm serving detention with slimy Snape!"

"Nymphadora, I really need to, you should know-"

She was running around, collecting her belongings, "Sorry I have to run Remus, but I'll see you in class." She gave him a grin, "I had a fantastic time, I'd like to do it again." She was at the door, holding on to it for support as she pulled her shoes on. "I'll write to you about it in my assignment." She flashed him a smile and began to pull the door shut behind her.

Remus felt sick to his stomach, but if he didn't tell her know he wasn't sure when he'd pull up the nerve to do so again.

"I'm a werewolf!" He heard himself blurt out. Well, there's one way to do it.

Tonks froze, "What?"

Remus looked down, suddenly finding his shoes of great interest. He could not bring himself to look into her eyes and see the hurt he had put there. "I'm, I'm a werewolf." He repeated, much meeker than before.

The bell signaling the start of the first period was the first noise to break the silence that had fallen over the two.

"I-I've got to go." She said quietly.

"Yeah, of course." He still hadn't looked up from his shoes.

"I'll-ah, well, I'm-." The late bell rang.

"You should hurry."

"Right, right," she nodded her head, "bye."

He waited for the click of the door, signaling her departure before letting out a sigh and looking up, "Goodbye, Nymphadora."

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Hopefully more will come soon, but who knows