A/N: Wow! Two in one Night! Enjoy G-V

Remus wasn't there when Tonks finally descended the stairs and headed into the kitchen at Grimmauld place for breakfast. Sirius was however.

"Morning, Sirius," she said around wide yawn, flopping down in a chair opposite him and lazily summoning over the breakfast things. Sirius gave her a grunt in reply and she looked up with a slight smile. "There's hangover potion in the cupboard above the sink," she said and Sirius scraped back his chair and hurried over to the aforementioned cupboard, muttering a word of thanks.

He sat down again a moment later and knocked back the potion with the same speed he did fire whiskey and then gave a contented sigh as it began to work its magic.

"Where is everyone?" Tonks tried to ask in an offhand voice. Sirius was not fooled and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Lover boy is still in bed," he replied and lazily blocked the cereal that Tonks flicked at him.

"I said everyone, not Remus."

Sirius shrugged and threw some of the cereal back at Tonks, striking her on the nose with a few choice shots.

"Let me see." He began counting people off on his fingers. "Arthur is at work, as is Kingsley. Molly is at the Burrow, Mundungus has disappeared to a pub to lick his wounds, Mad-Eye probably followed him there for round two of ferret bouncing, Snape is still trimming his eyebrows and shouting abuse at a potions class in Hogwarts, Bill disappeared off to see Fleur and the others are quite possibly too scared to set foot in this house ever again."

He finished with a satisfied look on his face as if all his worldly ambitions had been achieved in one fell swoop somehow during last night's mess.

"So, how did Remus take last night's erm . . ." Sirius struggled to find the correct word and Tonks chipped in quickly.

"Fiasco?"

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded agreement.

"That probably covers it nicely, yeah. So, how did he take it?"

"Considering it's nearly nine o'clock and he isn't out of bed yet, I'm going with, not very well," Tonks replied in a far more accusatory tone than she had first intended. Sirius didn't look in the least bit bothered however and merely grinned at her.

"You do like him, don't you Tonks?"

She glared at him, then realised that whilst he might be smiling, he wasn't actually laughing, and nodded.

"Yeah. It's a little bit more than like, Sirius," she replied and he looked triumphant, as well as a little bit smug.

"Well, you know there are two sure fire ways to a man's heart, not that you need much help with the man in question," he added. "They are, humour and food."

Tonks raised an eyebrow and said, "If by that you mean letting him laugh at my appalling culinary skills, then you can forget it cousin."

"No, no, no! I mean, make the stupid, thick headed werewolf up there breakfast in bed and then complete that task

'Dung set for you!"

Tonks frowned and pulled out the piece of parchment with her tasks on it, scanning them until she found the one Sirius might mean. She frowned further and looked up at Sirius as if he was really as crazy as those Azkaban mug shots suggested.

"Sirius? How on earth is growing a moustache going to increase my chances of getting Remus to go out with me?"

Sirius rolled his eyes and flicked his wand at the stove to turn up the heat.

"Tonks, he'll probably think you've been attacked by something from mum's makeup collection and rush to your rescue. It's perfect!"

"It's bloody stupid if you ask me," she muttered, rising from her chair and heading over to the stove.

Half an hour later though, Tonks found herself walking very slowly and carefully up the stairs with a tray balanced on one arm bearing a cooked breakfast, a mug of tea and more toast than any one man could possibly eat.

She reached out one hand and tapped twice on Lupin's door, listening out for any sounds of reply. There was a second within which she heard bed sheets rustling and then a hoarse and sleepy voice called out.

"Yes? Who is it?"

Tonks bit her lip to stop from laughing. She was so used to hearing him alert and awake, not sleepy and a little lost and confused sounding. There was a moment in which a stray thought flitted through her mind that made her stomach lurch and her head spin, that this is what he would sound like every morning if she were to one day be able to wake up beside him. She banished this instantly, as she very nearly dropped the carefully prepared breakfast, and replied to his question.

"It's me Remus. I brought you some breakfast."

The moment of silence this time was heavy with anticipation as Remus fought off a feeling of utter surprise and revelled in the warm glow that had filled his heart at those simple words.

"Come on in," he said, and attempted to tidy his hair, messy from sleep.

Tonks nudged the door open with her foot and cautiously edged into the room, looking up at Remus and smiling. He was sat up in bed in his pyjamas, hair tousled, one hand running through it as he smiled at her with heavy eyes and yawned.

"I thought you could do with a bit of looking after, considering last night," she said quickly. That stray thought was worryingly close to squirming back into her mind as she fought off a smile at the look of gratitude upon his face.

"I . . . Tonks, you didn't have to -"

"Yeah but I wanted to. And, I didn't burn anything!" she said proudly, stepping forward, slowly still, and into the light so she could set the tray down upon his bedside table.

"Well, thank you very much . . ." Lupin trailed off as she came into view properly and then his grin turned into an expression of mild embarrassment. Tonks gave him a look of mock confusion as she set the food down and handed him a cup of tea.

"Erm, Tonks," he began and then faltered as he stared up at her face, seemingly suppressing a grin.
"Anything wrong, Remus?" Tonks asked innocently. "Too much sugar in your tea?"

"No!" he said quickly. "No, no, it's perfect, just how I like it. I . . . erm, it's just that."

He eyed her cautiously as his sleep addled mind caught up with him and reminded him of that score sheet he had found.

"It's just that you appear to have grown a moustache," he managed to say finally.

"Oh that!" Tonks said as if it were nothing more than another change to her hair colour. "Oh yeah, just trying out a new disguise for work."

"As a man, or as a very confused teenager perhaps?" Remus asked, frowning. Tonks laughed and sighed heavily.

"It's just something the other Auror's suggested as there aren't any male metamormaphagus' around."

"I see," Remus replied, smiling again now.

"I give up, I can't put up with this all day." She screwed up her face and the moustache disappeared, her features returned to the normal ones that Remus had come to know so well and love so much. "How do you cope with this thing?" she added, smiling at him.

"I've never found it much of a problem," Remus replied with a smile as he took a bite of toast and found that Tonks was correct when she said nothing was burnt. He was very impressed and knew just how much effort she must have put into making this. She was currently perched on the edge of his bed and watching him nervously as he ate. "It's all perfect. I can't thank you enough," he said reassuringly, taking another bite and watching the grin spread across her face.

"Excellent! I thought I might have overdone it maybe with the toast, and maybe the tea wasn't the way you like it and -"

Remus cut her off by placing his free hand upon hers and she looked up.

"It's perfect, Tonks, really."

She nodded and held his gaze with the same fervour that he held her hand. For a long while he seemed completely lost within the moment, and then with great effort he smiled again and drew his hand away to place the tea back on the side. Tonks looked away and glanced around the room.

"I better go, I need to have shower and get ready for work," she mumbled, standing up and crossing the floor. "Enjoy your breakfast," she said and Remus thanked her again for her gesture as she slipped out of the room. Sirius was leaning against the wall and grinning as she stepped into the hallway. He quickly manoeuvred her away from the door and out of earshot before launching into his questioning.

"So, how did it go? Has he declared his undying love for you yet? Did he try to snog you and get cold feet? Did you try to snog him? Did -"

Tonks scowled at him and tried to edge toward the bathroom; she really needed to get ready for work.

"No, but he said thank you a lot and looked sort of -"

"- lost as if he couldn't understand why anyone was being nice to him? Yeah, that sounds like good old Moony," Sirius said with a mock wistful sigh and a grin. "You've got to be a bit clearer with the guy."

"What?"

"You've got to make it a bit more obvious that you fancy him and would really quite like to -"

"Shut it Sirius!" Tonks hissed and he backed up a pace, glancing at the wand tucked into her belt. "Considering your comments, it's got to be just about as obvious as it can get that I like him"

Sirius shook his head and moved out of her way so she could head to the bathroom.

"Not for Moony, he just doesn't get that people might actually like him. You've got to do something drastic Tonks. Something involving the shower, perhaps?" he said innocently. Tonks glared at him again.

"Sirius, I think the poor bloke has had enough pranks played on him recently without me heaping another task upon him this morning."

"It's your call," Sirius said as he turned to leave. "But I think he would really rather enjoy it."

Tonks pondered his words as she stepped into the shower and turned the water on. Maybe Sirius was right, maybe this really would be a good way to . . . She shook her head and sighed. No, this would not be a good way of getting it across to him that she liked him, in fact all would do was embarrass her and get him very wet. It might be quite funny though, and Sirius had said humour was the best way to a man's heart . . .

She stepped out of the shower quickly and wrapped a towel around herself, ignoring the water dripping off her and onto the floor as she charmed the shower to stop working. Tonks grinned as she opened the door and padded across the hallway, stopping outside of Remus' door and knocking once quickly.

"Remus?" she called out. "I need some help."

The word "help" brought an immediate response from him and the door was opened quickly.

Remus' eyes widened slightly and then darted to look everywhere except at her. Tonks tried her absolute hardest not smile and considered any other man in his position would probably just gawk at her. He really was a gentleman, which made her feel slightly guilty for what she was about to do. Only very slightly, mind you.

"Erm, yes? Help?" Remus said, eyes now fixed on a point just over her shoulder.

"Yeah, the shower's stopped working and well, you know what Sirius is like with these things. So I just wondered if you could give me a hand?"

"Yes, yes, of course, erm . . ." Remus stepped out of his room, still in his pyjamas and followed her back across the hallway. "What seems to be the problem?"

Tonks grinned at him over her shoulder as she opened the door to the bathroom and he passed through with a slightly strained smile to her.

"I don't know. One moment the water was nice and warm and then, the whole thing just shut off. I thought maybe Sirius was playing a joke on me, but he's in his room and Kreacher is hiding under the sink, so it can't be anything to do with him either."

Remus nodded as he inspected the shower from a distance and Tonks watched him carefully.

At least he's not already properly dressed, she thought, grinning at him as he stepped into the cubicle, bare feet sloshing through the water that had collected in the base, and began to fiddle with the shower head, frowning at it.

"I can't see anything really wrong with it," he said, glancing at Tonks and then looking back immediately.

"Oh?" Tonks said, in the most interested voice she could muster. "By the way, are those new pyjamas, Remus?"

He looked up in confusion and then down at the pyjamas he was wearing which were a faded grey, a little worn in places and very clearly not new.

"No, no, I've had them for a while now," Remus said slowly, watching as Tonks gave him a slightly shy look.

"Only, I hadn't noticed you wear them before. They make you look very . . . handsome."

A number of things happened at once. Firstly, Remus blushed red and looked very pleased, secondly, the shower burst into life and he was instantly doused in cold water which produced and expression of shocked confusion, and thirdly, Tonks was struck by the sudden realisation that whilst the words had been meant merely to start the shower off and complete her task, she really did mean them and felt horrible for getting him all wet, which produced much the same expression upon her own features as was currently gracing Remus'.

"What on earth . . . !" Remus spluttered as the flow of water suddenly trickled to a stop and he was left dripping wet in the shower, pyjamas clinging to him as Tonks looked at him in horror. Then he began to laugh.

"You see what happens when I'm distracted?" he said, still laughing loudly, shoulders shaking as he swept back his sopping hair from his forehead.

Tonks grinned at him and suddenly found herself laughing along with him as he continued to drip water.

"I'm surprised a small compliment managed to produce such an effect in calm, composed Professor Lupin," she joked and he laughed even more.

"Calm and composed? I suspect I look something like a bedraggled rat currently," he replied with a smile. Tonks shook her head furiously.

"Of course you don't, you still look very handsome. More so, actually."

Remus ducked his head and his wet fringe fell back into place as he continued to chuckle quietly. Tonks took a step closer, unsure as to what part of her brain was actually controlling this sudden movement, but going with it anyway. He looked up at her through the wet strands of hair.

"I believe," he said quietly, "that the shower may be fixed."

Tonks sniggered helplessly and then fell about laughing again, Lupin joining her in fresh peals of mirth. She found herself leaning on him for support as she shook with laughter and could feel the wet fabric of his pyjama shirt pressing against her skin. His laughter subsiding he looked down at her leant against him, one of his hands resting on the towel against her back.

"I, umm, suppose you'll want to finish your shower now," he said, still smiling but slightly uncertainly now.

"Yeah, I . . . I guess I'd better get ready for work," Tonks replied, her voice heavy with regret. She reached up with one hand and pushed the wet fringe back from Remus face so she could see him better. He bore the same look of regret upon his own face and she hoped that this was because she would have to leave soon, not because he hadn't understood exactly what she felt. Perhaps Sirius was right, perhaps he really didn't understand that she liked him, that she loved him.

I love him, Tonks thought suddenly, and the shock of this revelation must have shown in her eyes because he looked instantly worried, as if he thought he might have done something wrong. He caught her hand as she went to withdraw it from him face, looking into her eyes with confusion.

"Tonks, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm . . ."

But she wasn't at all sure what to say now, now that she had been suddenly made so aware of just how deep her feelings went. She just smiled at him and nodded finally and it must have been enough because the furrows of concern fell away from his face and a look of relief passed across it.

"I'd better let you get ready for work, and well, I need to dry off," he said with a smile as he drew her hand away from his face and held it at her side.

"Thanks, Remus, for erm, fixing the shower," she replied with a grin.

"And thank you for breakfast," Remus said.

There was another moment of silence, not awkward this time, but heavy with expectation. Remus smiled again, a real smile that filled his eyes and lit up his face, before leaning down and placing a small kiss on her forehead.

"Have a nice day at work," he said, before releasing her hand stepping out of the shower, trailing water from his soggy pyjamas across the floor as he left the bathroom.

A/N: YAY! Fluff! And here are the scores

1st : Sirius with 272

2nd: Tonks with 210

3rd: Bill with 187

Last: Mundungus with 122