A/N: And here's three wow that's a lot in one weekend! Enjoy

Remus was right, Tonks did have a hangover.

However, the pounding in her head was not what woke her up the next morning. No that honour fell to Mundungus, who had chosen five o'clock in the morning as the appropriate time to complete his task of letting off no fire fireworks.

The last of the Weasley supply had gone whizzing up and down the corridors, scaring the wits out of all the Order members in the house, who jumped out of bed in their pyjama's, wands in hand, and congregated in the hallway expecting death eaters to appear any second.

"Nice PJ's Tonks!" Sirius yelled from across the hall as he headed back into his bedroom after Arthur Weasley had contained the fireworks, and the more jumpy Order members had been reassured that they were not in fact under attack. Those who had to go to work later had already begun to descend the stairs for an early breakfast, whilst the rest returned wearily to their beds.

Tonks grunted in reply, shielding her eyes from the light and holding one hand against her forehead. As she turned around to return to her room and go back to bed, she felt a warm hand press against the small of her back and Remus Lupin's tired but relatively cheerful face came into view. He leant down closer to her so the others would not overhear his words.

"Would you like that hangover cure now, or later?" he said and Tonks noted the amused edge to his tone.

"Now would be nice," she groaned and she distinctly heard him chuckle before he leaned away again.

"They are rather lovely pyjamas," he added a little louder, making Bill, (hair back to normal,) smirk at the two of them. Tonks didn't even have the energy to scowl at him as she followed Remus downstairs.

Remus pulled out a chair at the kitchen table beside Emmeline Vance for her and Tonks flopped down, thanking him as he wrapped his sweater around her shoulders to keep out the cold air flowing in through the many drafts. He strode over to the cupboards and rummaged around through the bottles for a moment, searching for something that appeared to be buried right at the back.

"Ah ha!" he said, returning a second later with a small phial held in his hand. He tipped it's contents out into a mug and handed it to Tonks, who looked at the red, brown liquid that was steaming slightly, with distaste.

"What's in this Remus?" she asked, wrinkling her nose as she sniffed at it.

"It's best you don't know," he replied, sitting down beside her and summoning over a cereal packet and two bowls. "Just drink it and be grateful it works."

Tonks nodded and took a large gulp, shuddering as the liquid slid down her throat leaving a taste that was somewhat like chilli, behind in her mouth. Her stomach stopped churning though and she could feel the headache beginning to dissipate slightly.

"Thanks," she muttered around another mouthful and Lupin gave her a cheery smile as he poured out a full bowl of cereal.

"Right, I'm going to work early," Moody grumbled as he stumped from the kitchen, a piece of toast clutched in his hand. "I'm not spending any more time in this house than I have to."

Tonks was sufficiently recovered to laugh quietly as he left the room, glaring around at the Order members seated at the table with his electric blue eye and growling at Sirius as he entered the room, the grin disappearing instantly from his features as he nearly walked into Mad-Eye.
"What's up with him?" Sirius asked, jerking a thumb over his shoulder as he dropped down in a vacant chair opposite Remus and Tonks and propped up his feet on the table, much to the disapproving glare of Emmeline.

"What?" he said, shrugging at her and summoning the piece of toast from her hand and into his own. "It's my house."

"Subtle, Sirius, subtle," Tonks joked as she finished the last of Remus' hang over cure, feeling as bright as she did every morning now. She sent the cup floating over to the sink where it disappeared beneath the soapy bubbles and Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You didn't break it!" he said, and Remus chuckled beside Tonks.

"No, I can be very graceful when I put my mind to it," Tonks replied, summoning Sirius' stolen toast into her hand before he could take a bite. He cast a reproachful look.

"Why do you trip over the rest of the time then?"

"Because it requires far too much effort not to," Tonks said and let out a sigh of annoyance as Sirius summoned back his toast and ate it before she had a chance to mutter another charm.

When the rest of the Order members had become fed up with Sirius' tactics for getting himself breakfast and had left for work, Sirius turned his attention to the two people chatting and laughing together in front of him. Things had gotten far too cosy for his liking.

"So Tonks, I hear you were thinking about changing your hairstyle," he said loudly, interrupting their conversation. Tonks looked up in surprise and Remus raised an eyebrow at his mate.

"What?"

"You mentioned that you weren't sure about having it pink anymore," Sirius prompted, stressing the word pink and staring directly at Tonks in an attempt to jog her memory.

Pink? What? Pink, pink, pink . . . oh damn it!

Tonks had to put a lot of effort into not letting her eyes widen in surprise as she remembered the task Sirius had set her. He smirked slightly as he saw the look of understanding dawn on her features and then sat back, ready to enjoy watching Remus squirm!

"Oh yeah, yeah. I'm not sure how it looks anymore. What do you think Remus?" Tonks asked, turning to him suddenly.

Remus looked utterly confused for a moment, caught off guard by the question. What exactly did she want him to say?

"I think pink is lovely," he managed to get out and Sirius rolled his eyes. Tonks looked thoughtful for a moment, though Remus did not realise that this was due to the fact that she had just realised how difficult it was going to be to get him to say the phrase that she wanted, rather than really considering his words.

"Lovely? Hmm, lovely's not very interesting though is it?"

"I don't think anyone could call pink boring!" Remus said.

"It just looks lovely?" Tonks continued, glancing up at him. Remus shifted uncomfortably on his chair.

"It looks beautiful, Nymphadora," he said, hoping that was enough. Tonks beamed but Sirius cut in.

"Beautiful? You won't get guys with hair that looks beautiful, you need hair that looks sexy," he said.

No, subtlety really was not his strong point, Tonks thought. Neither was patience.

She glared at Sirius.

"Well Remus likes it!" she replied, and Sirius smirked again.

"He said he thought it was beautiful, not sexy."

Remus gaped at Sirius and made frantic gestures at him behind Tonks' back to shut up. Sirius merely shrugged and pretended he couldn't understand as Tonks looked over at Remus.

"You think it's sexy, don't you?" she asked, doing her best not to burst out laughing as he flushed red.

"I . . . erm, well . . ."

Tonks folded her arms across her chest and glanced up at him, eyebrows raised expectantly. Remus gave a sigh of exasperation.

"Well, yes, I suppose so."

"Suppose what?" she prompted, aware that Sirius wasn't going to give her the thirty points until Remus said the exact phrase.

"I suppose, I suppose . . . well, yes I think pink hair is sexy."

Sirius cracked up and howled with laughter at his mate. Remus turned if possible, an even deeper shade of red, that even Ron Weasley would have struggled to match. This was not helped by the fact that Tonks, laughing slightly, gave him a grateful kiss on the cheek.

"See, that wasn't so hard to say now was it Moony?" Sirius said.

Remus glared at him.

A mere two hours later, Sirius stood out in the hallway, facing his mother's portrait and grinning with the kind of glee that made Tonks, who was stood beside him, gulp nervously.

In his hand was a broomstick. However, unlike most broomsticks that Tonks had had the pleasure to ride, this one was bucking and jerking violently and she had to be careful not to get knocked over backwards by the thing.

"It's a bit . . . over zealous, maybe, isn't it Sirius?" Bill suggested as he eyed the broomstick with mounting apprehension. Mundungus who was stood a few paces behind Bill, nodded violently in agreement with Bill's statement.

"Come on mate, not scared are you?" Sirius said, still smiling manically.

"Of course not!" Bill replied with a surety that he clearly did not posses, as a moment later his shoulders sagged and he gave a nervous smile. "Only, we did have a rule that these tasks shouldn't cause anyone bodily harm."

Sirius shrugged and gripped the handle of the broom a little tighter as it gave another ferocious buck.
"Tonks isn't afraid," he said.

"That's because Tonks is an Auror!" Bill spluttered and Tonks swelled with pride.

"Come on Bill, you're not going to be the only one to forfeit a group task now are you? Oh the shame of it!" Sirius said, a little louder than he had meant to, and his mother's portrait muttered something behind the curtains on the wall. Sirius eyed it maliciously.

"Bill get ready with the stop watch and Tonks, hand me the quaffle. Mother never was any good at quidditch in life, let's see whether being dead has improved her skills."

With that, he mounted the bucking broom and caught the quaffle as Tonks threw it up to him. Sirius took off into the air, circling the group on the ground once, before the broom gave a sudden jerk that very nearly unseated him. He clung on however, and forced it to swoop down lower so he could take aim at the portrait on the wall. Tonks covered her ears against the tirade she knew would ensue.

"Score!" Sirius whooped as the quaffle struck the painting right in the middle. The tatty curtains burst open and Mrs Black screamed in rage as the grinning face of her son came into view, bobbing around as the broom stick continued to buck and jerk.

"FILTH, BLOOD TRAITOR! SCUM OF THE EARTH! BEFOULING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS!!! OUT, OUT SCUM -"

Her tirade was cut off as Sirius struck the screeching banshee of a woman square in the face with the quaffle. It bounced back into his hands and he sped off up the stairs, bouncing the quaffle off as many paintings as he could manage. His great grandfather took one to the nose, a distant cousin received a quaffle to the stomach, and one particularly well aimed shot hit a portrait of an old and well loved family cat as it attempted to scuttle away from Sirius and behind a chair.

"Time's up!" Bill yelled and Sirius flew over the banisters and landed in the hallway, dismounting the broom smoothly and bowing low as the others cheered and applauded.

"Tonks, please hold this whilst I see to mother dearest," he said, shoving the angry broomstick into her outstretched hands.

Tonks gripped it tightly as Sirius strode up to his mothers portrait.

"FILTH, TRAITOR, SCUM -"

"Oh shut it you old bat!" Sirius roared and jerked the curtains shut in one swift movement.

"That is a grand total of seventy points for Sirius, for nailing three portraits and Mrs Black twice!" Bill said, clapping Sirius on the back and watching as Tonks added the points to Sirius' already considerable tally.

"Thank you, thank you," Sirius said, bowing once more. He straightened up and grinned at the three of them. "So, who's going next?"

Tonks had never been much of a flyer. She could ride a broom no problem, but she had never been on the quidditch team, and more difficult manoeuvres were hard for her, what with her natural clumsy streak.

So it was with great trepidation that she mounted the broom and struggled to hold it still as Bill reset the timer.

"Ok Tonks, three, two, one, GO!"
As Bill yelled go, he threw the quaffle to her and she caught it two handed. Bad move, considering how hard the broom was trying to throw her off.

Tonks was thrown forwards, sliding right to the end of the broom, and she would have tipped off, if it had not at that moment decided to shoot upwards at such a sharp angle that she slid back down again and was able to regain her grip.

On the ground, the others who had been holding their breath waiting for her to hit the ground, burst out laughing and yelled encouragement as Tonks attempted one handed, to force the broomstick to turn towards the stairs. It obeyed begrudgingly, giving another sharp buck which almost unseated her, and then she was away, taking careful aim at the portraits of her family members.

"I say!" one rather fat man in a suit yelled as the quaffle struck his portrait and knocked over a tankard of butterbeer clutched in his podgy fingers.

She execute a sharp left turn and wheel right around in order to grab the quaffle as it bounced back, just catching it with her outstretched fingers. She span around again and launched the quaffle at the next painting, watching with glee as her great, great grandfather, a notorious hunter of werewolves, was knocked backwards off his horse and into a grimy looking lake.

"Thirty seconds left Tonks! Aim for mother!" Sirius yelled at her, and she forced the broom to change direction once more and head back down the stairs. She streaked towards Mrs Black's portrait and let fly with the ball in her hands.

"AHHHHHHHH FILTH, FILTH, FILTH, SHAPE SHIFTING, PINK HAIRED, FREAK!"

Tonks landed and jumped off the broom, Sirius catching her as she stumbled across the floor and nearly tripped on the carpet. Once he was sure she had caught her balance, he yanked the curtains across his mother's portrait once again.

"That's forty points for Tonks! Nice one!" Bill said, giving her a broad Weasley grin. "Impressive flying," he added.

"Cheers. You're up next!" Tonks said, and handed Bill the broomstick that seemed to be getting more and more irate by the minute.

When Bill took off, it was clear that all those years of practicing in the garden at the Burrow had paid off.

He expertly took the quaffle and struck three paintings within thirty seconds, executing a perfect nose dive to retrieve the quaffle and then spinning around again to take a shot at a group of Blacks who were toasting one another. As the little party screamed their annoyance, Bill caught the quaffle and pelted back down to the hallway, grinning as he took his shot at Mrs Black.

"TRAITORS! TRAITORS! YOU DARE TO INSULT THE MOST NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK!"

Her shrieks were cut short once more as Bill jumped off the broom and flicked his wand at the portrait, snapping the curtains closed.

"Excellent shot Bill, excellent shot!" Sirius exclaimed as behind him, Mundungus was knocked flat by the broom before he had even mounted it.

"Blimey Bill, impressive flying!" Tonks said and he gave a mock bow. "You got sixty points."

Tonks flattened the score sheet out on the side table and added his points to the column before turning to look at Mundungus. He had struggled upright and gripped the broom with two hands, looking at it as if it might bite him.

"Ready 'Dung?" Sirius asked enthusiastically as he noted the extremely nervous look on Mundungus' face.
"No!" 'Dung yelped, but held the broom a little tighter.

"Fantastic, well when you're ready with the stopwatch Bill, we'll get going," Sirius said, paying no heed to the fact that Mundungus was struggling to mount the broom.

When he had finally got on, (with Bill and Tonks holding him steady for the moment), Sirius called a countdown. When he yelled "Go!" the others leapt aside and watched as Mundungus shot upwards into the air. There was a moment where it looked like he might gain control, and then suddenly he was flipped upside down, hanging on by his knee's.

"Help! Help! Don't just stand there laughing, this thing's going to kill me!" he screamed as the broom whizzed up and down, side to side, bucking ferociously and trying to dislodge 'Dung. As he passed over the three of them on the ground once more, a trickle of stolen items began to fall out of his pockets and bounce around on the carpet, including a rather fat, purple frog that let out a croak of joy and hopped away into a dark corner.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" 'Dung yelled as he was flown, upside down still, up the stairs, head knocking on the steps. He crashed off the walls and into various portraits. The quaffle, long since abandoned, floated away and hovered next to Sirius.

"Serves you right!" one portrait of a sour faced old witch yelled, and shook her fist as Mundungus flew past screaming. There was a chorus of agreement from the other portraits that turned to yells as 'Dung flew into the celebrating group that Bill had struck with the quaffle on his go.

"Time's up 'Dung!" Sirius yelled as he struggled to contain his laughter.

The broomstick continued to bounce the hapless Mundungus off the walls as it shot back down stairs, heading straight for Mrs Black's portrait. 'Dung struck it face first, upside down and the curtains sprang open for a final time.

The look of absolute horror on Mrs Black's face made Tonks double up with laughter. The evil old woman screamed as if burned as Mundungus thrashed madly and tried to right himself.

"DIRT, NOT FIT TO LICK MY BOOTS! YOU DARE TOUCH ME! OUT, OUT, OUT, HORRORS!"

Mundungus gave a yelp as the broom bucked again before shooting off, and he dropped to the floor head first, crumpling into a little heap at the foot of Mrs Black's portrait.

Sirius marched forwards, stepping around Mundungus who was rubbing the numerous bruises that had appeared, and jerked the curtains closed.

"Bye mother, hope you had as much fun as we did!"

He gave a cheery wave and turned around to face the others.

"No points! Mundungus, you are bloody useless!" he said, helping the little man struggle to his feet as Tonks and Bill continued to roar with laughter.

Remus shut the front door cautiously as he stepped into the hallway, trying his best not to wake Mrs Black. He shrugged off his coat and was about to head upstairs when something caught his eye.

He strolled over to the side table in the corner, blocking out the strange mutterings of the portraits; it sounded like Sirius had been irritating them all morning whilst he had been out. A piece of tatty parchment that had clearly been folded and unfolded many times over, lay spread out on the table top.

Remus looked around, but the corridor was deserted. He picked up the parchment gingerly, a frown sliding into place as his eyes scanned the page. It looked like a score sheet.

A score sheet for what?

And then something clicked.

This was what had been going on! This was why Tonks and the others had been acting so strangely, they were having a tournament. A tournament that seemed to involve embarrassing him as much as possible.

Well, he could have a little fun with them too.

Remus replaced the parchment on the side, careful to put it back exactly where it had been before, and hands in his pockets, whistling a little tune and with a small, knowing smile on his face, he headed up the stairs.

A/N: OH NO REMUS KNOWS!!!! What is he going to do? And here are the scores for this chapter

1st: Sirius with 192 points

2nd: Tonks with 160 points

3rd: Bill with 155 points

Last: Mundungus with 82 points