Hey guys! Sorry about the wait. I thought I would have time to post a couple of days ago, but I was performing at the community theatre and fell asleep after my two shows. But here it is! Sorry if it's really crappy! :/

Tonks sat at a long, perfectly polished wooden table that sat on top of a sparkly, white tile floor, waiting for Alfred and his parents. They had all gone outside, leaving her alone in the dining room. She glanced around carefully, not enjoying the long, drawn-out silence that filled the room. She hated the quiet. It made her terribly uncomfortable, and she wanted to get up and scream. Just to cause some noise. The whole house seemed to be lifeless.

As she got up from the table and pushed her chair back under the table, she saw a house-elf rush from the corner of the room and begin wiping the floor where her feet had been. She scowled and walked over to the mirror that was on the other side of the room. The mirror was perfect, no speckles and spots covering it. She ran a finger across the wooden cabinet below it, and no dust came up. The house seemed to be too perfect for its own good.

As she looked at herself in the flawless mirror, she suddenly felt ugly. She had always been confident that she was the most beautiful person in the room, because she could change anything about herself more easily than anyone else. But with Alfred and his parents, she felt like she had to try harder. She had spent an hour, longer than she ever had before, picking out the perfect dress to wear to dinner. She had pulled her brown hair back in a slick bun and skipped the big bows or bejeweled headbands that she normally liked to wear in her hair. Her eyes were a soft brown as well, and she wore natural-looking makeup, unlike the bright eyeshadow and eyeliner that she preferred to wear. She wore a red dress that came to her knees, along with a black sweater over the top, black high heels, and a small black purse. Even though she thought that she looked rather sophisticated, as soon as she walked into the house, Alfred's mother turned her nose up in the air and said, "We'll work on it."

Was this really the life she wanted to live? She couldn't see herself being the concealed, classy girl that Alfred wanted her to be. It all looked so…boring. It seemed like their fun was mocking lower class people and torturing house elves. It seemed like everything in the house was just as lifeless as the people who lived in it. As she glanced around the plan white, faultless walls of the room and sighed. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be a part of this life.

"Nymphadora!" Alfred exclaimed as he walked gracefully into the room, followed by his parents. "Guess what? My parents just bought a summer home for us in Ithaca, Greece. We'll be staying the entire summer. Would you like to go with us?"

She ignored the question. That was another thing that she hated. Being called by her first name. It was the most dreadful name in the entire world, and she wished that she could change it just like she could change her looks. Until then, she preferred to go by her last name. "I don't know, Alfred. I think I should stay here with my parents…" Was it bad that she wasn't actually thinking about her parents? She was worrying about losing touch with Remus again. If she left, she was afraid that he would stop communication between them. "They need help with a lot of things. Cousins coming to visit and all…"

Alfred shrugged, like it didn't affect him at all. "Alright then. I'll be sure to send an owl every day."

His father clapped a hand on his shoulder. "The house-elves are done with the food. Shall we eat?"

Tonks sighed as a strand of her hair came undone and fell right into her eyes. Mrs. Charleston looked at her disapprovingly before following her husband into the dining room.

…

"Molly, you're being ridiculous," Arthur said as he got up from his chair and started toward the living room. "Really. Can't you let this go? They obviously don't want it to happen. Otherwise, they would be pushing it themselves."

Molly sighed angrily and put her hands on her hips. She had been trying to persuade her husband to help her get Remus and Tonks together for the past week or so. He was just as stubborn as Remus and Tonks were, though. He refused to help her because he didn't like meddling in other people's business. "Arthur, I'm not asking you for much! They do want to be together, and they refuse to see it themselves. I'm just asking you to help me…help them see that they need each other. Can't you tell how miserable she is with that disgusting little prude? She would be much happier with Remus. I know for a fact, just by the way they act around each other. And he needs her just as much. He's never had a girlfriend in his life. It might brighten him up just a little bit. So what do you think? Are you going to help me?"

Arthur shook his head and acted like he was occupied by today's copy of the Daily Prophet. "No, Molly. They're fine as they are. I mean, don't you think that he's a little too old for her? Almost fourteen years."

She shrugged and crossed her arms, looking like she was getting more annoyed by the moment. "That's not so bad. She's a legal adult. And it won't seem like such a big deal in a few years. It's perfectly fine."

Again, Arthur shook his head. "No, it's not. He's a werewolf, Molly. They're not supposed to breed."

"Who said anything about breeding?"

Arthur looked up at his deranged wife and sighed. He loved her, but sometimes he was convinced that she was totally insane. "I'm not taking any part in this, alright? If you want to meddle and stir up a catastrophe, then that's your business. But I'm not taking the blame when you get yourself into trouble." He threw the newspaper on the table and stalked off into the living room.

Molly curled her lip up in disgust and rolled her eyes. "Fine. If you won't help me, I will do it myself."

…..

"Oh, Remus!" Molly exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she ran into Bill's old room. "I have breakfast for you!" She dropped the plate that she was carrying on the nightstand and sat in the chair next to the bed. "And I have news."

Remus slowly opened his eyes and rolled over to look at her. He didn't appreciate being woken up at almost five in the morning. He was used to waking up later than that. "What, Molly? What could possibly be so important that you couldn't wait until later to tell me?"

"Oh, were you not awake, dear?" she said, although her voice showed no concern. "Well, I'm terribly sorry. Listen, in a few weeks, Arthur, Ginny, and I will be going to stay with Muriel for a while. She's in bad health. I don't know how long we'll stay. Will you be okay here by yourself?"

"Why can't I come too?" he asked as he climbed out of bed and grabbed the steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand. "Muriel knows me."

Molly's eyes widened. She hadn't thought about that. It seemed like there had been a small flaw in the plan. "Um…she's very contagious. You've already got enough to worry about. I don't want you to get any sicker. It's best that you stay here."

Remus took a sip of his coffee and shrugged. "Alright then. I'll stay here. But I can't promise that I can tend to the place like you do, Molly."

"I don't really care," she replied as she got up from her chair and headed toward the door. "I'll clean it up when I get back."

Remus stared at her, confused. She was acting unlike herself. Normally, she would flip out if the house was even a little out of order. That's why her kids were always in trouble. But now, she seemed careless. "Okay…" he finally said, still trying to figure out what was causing this behavior. "But I still don't see why you couldn't wait to tell me this later. And why a few weeks from now? If she's so sick, why not go now?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Erm…" Molly fidgeted nervously, trying to come up with an excuse. "That's the only time that Arthur can get off work. No more questions, dear. Eat your breakfast. Go back to sleep. I don't care. I have to go." She smiled at him and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Why a few weeks from now?" Arthur whispered as soon as the door shut. He had been standing outside the room listening in on the conversation. A couple of days ago, he never would have considered this plan. But somehow, he had been dragged into it. And he didn't appreciate it.

"Because we have to make sure that little ass Alfred is gone, don't we?" she whispered back as she started down the stairs. "He's supposed to be going to Ithaca or some place like that, and for some strange reason, she turned down an invitation to go with him. When he's gone, we leave too. Just for the night. And trust me, this is going to work."

Arthur rolled his eyes. Of course this wasn't going to work. He knew it, and he knew deep down that she knew it too. But he didn't want to argue with her. Karma would get her soon enough for meddling.

…..

Three weeks passed. It was nearing the end of May. Flowers bloomed from every garden and every tree in Ottery St. Catchpole. The sun hung like a big ball of butter in the clear blue sky, and the temperature seemed to be stuck between winter and summer. It was the perfect weather for kids to be out and about playing soccer, or in the wizard families' case, Quidditch.

Molly had been unusually happy over that time period. She danced around the house while cleaning, humming songs by her favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck. She smiled in a creepy, awkward way every time she happened across Remus in the house. Ginny seemed to be in a better mood too, now that her mother wasn't yelling at her so much. Arthur, on the other hand, seemed not to notice. He just sat around like any other day and worked on paperwork.

She had told Tonks that it was Arthur's birthday in a few weeks, and she wanted her to come over to celebrate. Of course, Arthur's birthday wasn't until October, but she didn't need to know that. She had tried to invite her parents as well, but Molly quickly told her not to let them come. Just her. Although Tonks was confused by this, she agreed.

"This is going to be so great," Molly said to Arthur one night. "Neither of them had caught on to anything yet. This is all too easy."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Yes, too easy. Don't see where anything could go wrong now."

"I know!" Molly squealed happily. She was obviously more excited than Arthur was for what was to come in only one week's time. "They're going to get together. And they're both going to be so much happier."

Arthur only sat and drank his coffee. "This isn't right, Molly."

Normally she would put up a fight, but instead she just crossed her arms and huffed. "Shut up, Arthur."

….

When the day finally came, Molly was almost beside herself with giddiness. She packed a bag to make sure that Remus wasn't getting suspicious and made sure that she had made enough to food to make it look like they might be gone for a while. As she laid his breakfast on the table and wandered into the living room to grab her coat, she heard Arthur yell to her.

"Molly, I'm off to work!"

Her eyes widened. She had seen Remus coming down the stairs, and she was afraid that he might have heard that. She rushed into her bedroom, where Arthur was putting on his coat and hat, and smacked him in the arm. "What do you think you're doing? Remus is up! He could have heard you!" She glanced behind her and saw that Remus had appeared in the kitchen, a questioning look on his face. She smiled. "Oh, Arthur. You must have forgotten that we're going to Muriel's today. Don't you remember?"

Arthur scowled at her. "Oh, yes. Of course. We're supposed to be going to Muriel's. When are we leaving, dear?"

"Um…in a few hours," Molly replied, glancing at Remus again and nodding. "Around six tonight, maybe. Sound good, Arthur?"

Arthur was confused now. "If we're leaving tonight, then why can't I go to work now?"

"I didn't say that you couldn't!" Molly exclaimed. "Go!"

Arthur looked at her like she was mad, but he walked out the door and into the yard, where he Apparated to work.

"Molly, you haven't been yourself lately," Remus said as she walked back into the kitchen. "Honestly, I'm a little frightened. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, dear," she replied as she darted back into the living room, where she started to tidy up the coffee table, which was littered with magazines and newspapers. He followed after her. "Don't worry about me. You're the one that should be worried about. You'll be transforming in a few days, and then you'll be in bed sick for about a week afterwards. You should really worry more about yourself sometimes, dear." She stopped moving, and her lips curled into a smile. "Of course, if you would just find a woman to take care of you, you wouldn't have to be worried about as much." She glanced up at him and grinned again.

"No, Molly," he said, before she could utter another word. "Never. I would rather you kick me out and make me live on my own."

Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine, Remus. You really are incredibly stubborn. And you always make things difficult." She threw some magazines in the trash and walked out of the room. "Hopefully not for much longer," she added under her breath.

"What do you mean?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "Not for much longer? What are you up to?"

"Nothing, dear," Molly replied as she rushed into her bedroom and shut the door, locking it behind her.

…

"I'm home!" Arthur yelled through the open door. He glanced around to see if anyone would answer, but it seemed like the house was deserted. "Molly? Ginny?" He walked inside and looked around, but he didn't see anyone. "Remus?"

Before he could move another inch, he felt a hand on his arm, and he turned around to see Molly standing there. "We need to leave. I'm going to make dinner and set everything up, and you keep Remus occupied, alright?"

"Molly, I still think this is insane-" He was cut off.

"Remus, can you go out to the garden and see if you can find my brooch? I think I dropped it." When Remus appeared in the doorway, she waved him off. "Thanks! Oh, and we'll probably be gone by the time you get back in!"

"What about your brooch?" Remus called back to her from the living room.

"Lay it on the coffee table! If you can't find it, then just forget about it! I can get another one!" She smiled at Arthur, like she was confident in her lies.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Yes, very convincing, Molly. I can't possibly see how he could catch on now."

"Me neither," Molly replied, ignoring his sarcastic tone. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed the food that she had prepared, and she set it on the dining room table. She then turned off all the lights and set up two candles, which she lit. "Does this look alright, Arthur?"

"If we're not here, how are we supposed to distract him before Tonks gets here?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow. He had finally gotten her. She had no explanation for this.

"Uh…" Molly thought long and hard, and she seemed like she had absolutely no answer. Then she rushed to the door and yelled outside, "We're leaving, Remus! And don't go in the dining room!" She shut the door and walked back to Arthur. "That should do it, right?"

"Yeah," Arthur said, rolling his eyes. "Perfect. Where are we supposed to go now?"

"To the bedroom, Arthur," Molly answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You should really start using your head. We need to be somewhere where we can eavesdrop." She rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, and she dragged him into the bedroom and locked the door.