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Chapter 21 – Brotherly Love
Remus and Tonks had just emerged from the fireplace in the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Remus used his magic to clean the ashes off of both of their clothes. Not even a full minute had passed before Molly came bustling into the kitchen, not the least bit surprised to see two her two missing charges suddenly there.
"Oh, how are you, dear?" Molly asked Tonks, fussing over her.
"I—I'm quite fine, Molly," she answered, flustered about everyone worrying over her.
"Oh, but Tonks, dear, I could have helped you. I have plenty advice to offer about pregnancy, having gone through it so many times myself. You should have come back last night."
In an attempt to save Tonks, Remus said, "Molly, I thought it best that Tonks not travel last night, given how tired she was. And you have nothing to worry about. I've been taking good care of her."
While Remus continued to argue his point, Tonks stood next to him, clinging tightly onto his arm. Her grip got tighter and tighter until finally, she ran out of the room looking very pale and holding one hand over her mouth. It did nothing to prove to Molly that Tonks was fine.
Tonks ran to the hall bathroom, which, thank Merlin, was surprisingly unoccupied. She emptied the entire contents of her stomach into the toilet. It was worse than normal, for many valid reasons. She had eaten quite a large breakfast, flooed shortly after doing so, and had emerged right into a kitchen that reeked with the smell of freshly cooked bacon. She really should have expected it.
There was a knock at the door, and without waiting for a response, Remus burst in to help Tonks. Molly followed in his wake.
"Are you alright?" Remus asked, worried.
"I think I'm okay now," she answered.
Remus helped Tonks to stand up, letting her use him for support. It was a good thing, too, because she didn't think that she'd be able to stand up on her own.
"Are you sure you're alright, dear?" Molly asked, once more fussing over her. "Maybe you should sit back down?"
"I should be fine now. Anyway, I don't think there's anything left to come up."
"Oh, you poor dear," Molly said sympathetically, "why don't you go upstairs and rest a while. When you're stomach settles down, you let me know and I'll make you something to eat. How about some soup?"
"Thanks, Molly. Soup sounds great."
"Of course, dear, anytime. Now," Molly turned to Remus, "you get this girl up to bed!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
As Molly left the bathroom, Remus asked Tonks, "Are you fine with walking all the way up to our room, or do you want me to carry you?"
Obviously, he was hoping that she would allow him to carry her. She must have looked awful. She certainly felt awful.
"I—Would you mind carrying me? I'm not so sure that I could make it on my own. But only if you're sure that you don't—"
Tonks was cut off as Remus lifted her up, saying, "I don't mind at all."
He carried her carefully up the stairs and placed her gently on their bed.
"Do you need anything?" He asked.
"Um…maybe some tea would help my stomach."
"Okay," Remus kissed her forehead, "I will be right back with some tea, then."
"Thank you!"
"No problem, it's the least I can do."
As Remus left the room, Tonks thought, I should change into my pajamas. Aww…they're all still downstairs in my trunk. I don't want to make Remus go back down again. Hmm…
Tonks began searching the room, looking for the pajamas that she had already had there. However, she couldn't seem to find any. Apparently, they were currently being washed. So, Tonks settled for some of Remus' pajamas, because, of course, he wouldn't mind at all if she borrowed them.
They were blue, plaid, and huge on Tonks. The sleeves went down past Tonks' hands, and the shirt itself went down to the middle of her thigh. The pants just barely stayed on her, and the legs were way too wide and long. But that only made the pajamas even more comfortable, and they were warm. Not to mention, they smelled just like Remus.
Now much more comfortable, Tonks laid down in the middle of the large bed that was Remus and Tonks' to share. She propped herself up with various pillows strewn across the bed.
Remus came back within a few minutes, carrying a tea tray in one hand and Wear in the other. He set both on the foot of the bed before lying down next to Tonks. He put an arm around her shoulder, allowing Tonks to rest her head on his chest.
"I do believe these are mine," Remus said as he tugged lightly on Tonks' sleeve.
"They are. I didn't think that you would mind. All of mine are in the trunk downstairs."
"Oh, and so you thought that you could just steal mine?"
"Well, yeah."
"Okay," Remus sat up more and held Tonks at arms length to get a better look at her. "They don't even fit you."
"So? I like them…they smell like you."
"I think that might have something to do with the fact that I wear them."
"Really, you think?"
"Yes, I do. So, would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please."
Remus got up, moved the tea tray to sit on a table, and poured a cup.
"Milk? Sugar?" he asked.
"Both. You should know that."
"Yes, but I was just making sure," Remus poured a bit of milk into the cup of tea, and added a few good spoonfuls of sugar to the mix. Tonks liked her sugar. Then he handed her the cup.
"Why thank you."
Remus went to make a cup for himself. Before sitting back down with Tonks, he grabbed a newspaper that he had brought up on the tray. Then he sat down next to Tonks, both of them propped up on pillows, drinking their tea, Remus reading the paper.
"So, what's new?" Tonks asked after Remus had scanned a bit of the paper.
"Oh, nothing much. You know, same-old-same-old," Remus answered sarcastically, "Voldemort wreaking havoc, the killing of many innocents, mass chaos, you know, all that good stuff."
"Oh, well that's just lovely," Tonks said in a cheerfully fake tone.
The two of them lied in bed for a while, Remus occasionally reading aloud to Tonks. When Remus noticed that Tonks' comments were getting quieter and quieter, he looked over to see her struggling to stay awake.
Quietly, Remus told her, "I have some Order work to do, so I think I will go do that now and let you rest."
"You can't do it up here?" Tonks asked hopefully.
"No, not really. It has to do with the horcruxes and I really need to meet with Harry to go through a lot of very boring information. We're both going to put our heads together and see if we can't come up with any new clues as to their locations."
"You could always bring Harry up here."
"Tonks, we would only keep you awake."
"Oh…okay."
"I'm sorry. Now, sleep well, Love, and sweet dreams," Remus kissed Tonks before getting up to leave. "If you need anything, come and find me, alright? And if it's an emergency, just scream loudly and I'll come for you immediately."
"Ok, I will."
"Good night, Love."
"Night."
Remus walked out of the door and closed the door silently behind him. Tonks lay down and quickly fell asleep.
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When Tonks woke up, the first thing that she noticed was that Remus had not yet come back, and apparently, Wear had wondered off. It was just past noon, according to the clock on the bedside table, and Tonks found herself very hungry. Remembering that Molly was going to fix her some soup, Tonks headed off downstairs, not bothering to change her clothes. To cover up the pajamas, Tonks grabbed the first cloak that she found, another item from Remus' wardrobe.
Just to be sure that her hair looked fine, Tonks glanced in the mirror on her way out of the room. What she saw shocked her.
Merlin, it's me! Tonks thought, It's actually me. I've changed back.
Tonks was now in her natural form: hair, eyes, height, weight, and yes, even her face. She now looked closer to her age, although it wasn't much of a difference, mainly just the few early signs of aging that are common for anyone her age. Her hair was mousy-brown and cut just below her shoulder; it's natural state when not being violently pink. She was slightly shorter, and weighed slightly more, but it wasn't enough to be noticed by anyone but herself.
After Tonks had some time to get over the initial shock of being in her natural form without having done anything, she realized that it was probably just her powers slowly disappearing due to the pregnancy. She soon remembered her hunger when her stomach growled, and then left the room in search of food.
Tonks made her way slowly down the hallways. She felt weaker than normal, but that was to be expected. She hadn't eaten anything recently, and what she had eaten had only come up.
When she reached the first staircase needed to get downstairs, Tonks stopped in her tracks. Then she grabbed hold of the rail and slowly made her way down the stairs. She was very proud of herself. She made it all the way down to the bottom floor without falling, or even coming close to tripping.
There didn't seem to be anyone at the house. It was way too quiet in the hallways for there to be that many teenagers staying under one roof. The mystery was solved, however, when Tonks reached the kitchen door and heard a full blast of noise. It was lunch time.
She walked into the kitchen to see everyone gathered around the table, shoving food greedily into their mouths. Tonks stood unnoticed in the doorway until Charlie saw her.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," he said, getting up to drag her over to the table. He sat her down in the seat next to his. "We were wondering when you would get up."
Now the whole room noticed Tonks, and simultaneously, the whole room began asking her questions. Tonks could only make out half of them:
"Are you feeling better?"
"How about the baby?"
"Sleep well?"
"Hungry?"
"Can I get you something?"
"What's up with your hair?"
"How did it go with the healer?"
"Uh…" Tonks looked around, baffled, "I—uh…"
Molly came to the rescue, "Oh, stop pestering her, you lot. Here, dear, let me get you some of that soup."
From somewhere behind her, Tonks heard Remus say, "Charlie, do you think I could have that seat?"
"Oh yeah, of course!" Charlie stood up immediately, sliding his food over to another place at the table.
"Thank you," Remus set his own plate, and himself, at the spot where Charlie had just been.
"No problem, Remus."
"Here you go, dear," Molly placed a bowl of soup in front of Tonks. "What would you like to drink?"
"Oh, water's fine," Tonks answered, still groggily taking in her bustling surroundings.
Within only a moment, Molly had a glass of water sitting in front of Tonks, and then she went off to eat her own meal at another spot of the large table.
Now that everything seemed to have returned to normal, the table burst out in random conversations once more, leaving Remus and Tonks free to talk between themselves unnoticed.
"Did you sleep well?" Remus asked.
"Yes, fine, thank you."
"Good. Now, Molly ordered me to tell you to eat up."
"Alright, alright, I will."
Picking at the cloak Tonks was now wearing, Remus said, "Hey, this is mine, too!"
"It was the first one I found."
"Uh huh, sure. I think you're just trying to steal all of my clothes.
"No I'm not!"
"Tonks, are you wearing any article of clothing that belongs to you? Knickers don't count."
"Oh, well in that case…no."
"My point exactly."
"What?" Charlie said from across the table, "I heard the word knickers."
"Nothing, Charlie," Tonks answered. "Does your brain just pick up on that word and automatically you become interested?"
"That and a few others."
"You're pathetic. No wonder you're single."
"Yes, but I'm quite happy that way."
"Without a girlfriend?"
"Yep," Charlie answered matter-of-factly. "Relationships are overrated. It's too much work. It's much easier being single."
Everyone at the table began laughing. Apparently, they had all quieted to hear the conversation ranging from different ends of the table. Mrs. Weasley soon began pestering Charlie about how he should find a nice girl and get married, and how he would make a wonderful husband for some lovely lady. Tonks and Remus decided that this was a good time to go back to their own conversation.
"So, did you do it on purpose, or did it just happen?" Remus asked Tonks.
"Huh?"
He reached over and tugged lightly on her long, brown hair.
"Oh, no, it was just like that when I woke up."
"Ah, I see."
"Did you just now notice?" Tonks felt rather disappointed that nobody, mainly Remus, had actually noticed anything.
"You change how you look everyday. You shouldn't be too surprised that nobody thinks it odd that you've changed once again."
"But did you notice?"
"Yes, Tonks. I noticed immediately. I always do."
"Oh really? Then what has changed about me?"
"Well, for one, your hair. And you're shorter."
"I am not short!" Tonks protested. She hated being short.
"I didn't say that, I just said that you were shorter. There is a difference.
"Not much of one," Tonks muttered.
"You also look more like your own age."
"I don't look old, either!"
"I never said that! This isn't fair. You ask me what changed about you, I tell you, and then I get yelled at."
"I'm not yelling! I am loudly expressing my feelings about what you are saying. There is a difference."
"Not much of one."
Tonks stuck her tongue out at Remus, rolling her eyes as she did so.
"And you're right," Remus added, "You don't look old at all. Especially when you do that."
"Are you saying that I'm acting childish?"
"That's not what I said."
"But that's what you meant."
"Would you like some more soup?" Remus changed the topic.
Charlie decided to intervene at that moment, "Good one, Remus. Now you just keep avoiding that question, and you should be good. But if for some reason you have to answer, just lie."
"Charlie," Bill interrupted, "are you trying to give Remus relationship advice?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Don't listen to anything he tells you, Remus. There's a reason why he's single, you know."
"Hey," Charlie argued, "I resent that!"
Everyone at the table turned to stare at him.
"Ok, ok," he conceded, "so I'm not the brightest when it comes to relationships. But I have learned one thing: if the truth will get you in trouble, lie."
"Wow," Tonks said, "that's really deep, Charlie."
"Thank you, I try."
Bill asked, "When did you learn that one, Charlie? When you were dating your last girlfriend? Now, when was that…sixth year or seventh?"
"Oh ha-ha, very funny."
"Oh, I think I remember now. It was my seventh year, your fifth. I remember who it was, too."
"You know what, Remus," Tonks suddenly interrupted loudly, "I think I would like some more soup."
The older Weasley brothers continued arguing, however.
"It was my ex-girlfriend," Bill explained, still mad apparently.
"Oh, Merlin, Bill," Charlie continued. "Are you ever going to get over that?"
"It had only been two weeks since we broke up!"
"Oh Merlin," Tonks mumbled to herself, "please make him stop."
Concerned, Remus asked, "Are you okay, Tonks?"
"Oh, she's just embarrassed," Bill answered for her.
"Why?"
"Because she was the girl."
At this, most of the table seemed very surprised. Everyone except those involved, and Dylan, of course, who was rather enjoying the furious thoughts currently flying around the table.
"What?" Fleur shouted at Bill. "You dated her?"
"Yes, but I—"
"And you deed not tell me?"
"No, but I didn't think—"
"You deed not theenk that it mattered to me? That we have been staying in ze same house as your ex-girlfriend? And you deed not tell me!"
Fleur promptly ran out of the kitchen, muttering violently in French.
"Ooooh," Charlie said, amused, "You're in trouble now!"
"Oh sod off, Charlie," Bill yelled at his little brother.
"Bill Weasley!" Molly shouted.
"But Mum," he argued, knowing exactly what she wanted of him, "I need to go—"
"No, you need to apologize to your brother, right now!"
Charlie looked very pleased with himself, "Yes, Bill. You need to say you're sorry. You hurt my very delicate feelings," Charlie began to fake-cry.
"Charlie!" Bill shouted angrily.
"Bill!" Molly shouted back.
With a groan, Bill finally said, "Yes, Mother. Charlie, I am sorry for what I said to you. It was rude of me."
"Apology accepted!"
"Now may I go see if I can't calm down my fiancée?"
"Yes, Bill," Molly told him, "you may go."
Bill immediately ran out of the kitchen in pursuit of his beloved Fleur. And now, it was Tonks' turn.
Remus stood up from his seat next to Tonks, helped her up, and then excused them both from the table. He led her upstairs to their room. Tonks thought it very polite of him to wait to argue in private.
Once they were safe in their room, Tonks asked quietly, "You're not mad, are you?"
"No," Remus looked confused, "why do you think I'm mad?"
"Because of what happened downstairs. Because I dated them and didn't tell you. Becau—"
"Tonks, I don't care who you dated before me."
"But they're staying here and—"
"I don't care, Tonks."
"But, if you're not mad, why did you bring me up here?"
"I thought that was quite obvious. With all of that yelling and fighting, I didn't think it would calm down anytime soon, so I thought I would get you out of there. I didn't want you to get stressed or worked up. You already looked like you were. It's not good for the baby, remember?"
"Yeah, but…so you don't care…at all?"
"Well, I can't honestly say that I'm jumping for joy, but I'm definitely not mad. We all have a past.
"But my past is currently staying in the same house as us."
"Well, as long as you don't sneak off during the night to go be with them—" Tonks shook her head rapidly, "—then I am fine with it."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. I trust you, Tonks. I know that you love me and would never cheat on me. I trust them, too. Bill is—hopefully—still engaged to Fleur and he loves her greatly. He would never do anything, either. And Charlie, well…okay, so I might not trust him as much."
Tonks smiled, "I'm still sorry that I didn't tell you."
"No worries. Really, I'm not that surprised that you had a boyfriend or two before me, although I must say that I was fairly shocked to hear that you've been with two of the Weasley brothers."
"Uh…" Tonks looked around the room innocently, avoiding Remus' eyes.
"You were with more of them?"
"Well, it matters how you count it. I've only dated Bill and Charlie. But…I've made out with five of them."
"You're joking, right?" Remus was actually laughing. That had to be a good sign.
"Um…no. There was Bill and Charlie, both of which I dated. Then Percy during some spin-the-bottle game that we had at a end-of-year party once. Then the twins after someone dared me to make out with all of the Weasley brothers. I never did get Ron, but then again, he never went to school with me."
"Wow, I had no idea."
"Yeah…I was a crazy teenager."
"You know, I have no problems believing that."
They remained silent for a few moments, trying to hear if there was still arguing.
Finally, Remus asked, "I wonder if she's still yelling at him?"
"I hope not. The poor bloke can't even understand what she's yelling about."
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Later that day, at dinner, it seemed as if Fleur had forgiven Bill, however, she kept glaring at Tonks whenever she thought that nobody was looking. Charlie found the whole thing absolutely hilarious.
After everyone had finished eating, they remained sitting around the table, carrying on various conversations.
"Well, I better get going," Charlie said as he stood up from the table. It was Charlie's last night there for a while. He needed to get back to work. Bill and Fleur, however, would be staying with the whole Weasley clan until their wedding, which was coming up in the near future.
"Awww," Ginny whined, hating to see her favorite brother leave, "Do you have to go?"
"Yep. Sorry, Squirt. I've got work. If I don't show up eventually, I think they might fire me."
"Aww, alright."
"Oh, you know what? I almost forgot…" Charlie searched through the various pockets in his robes, finally pulling out a small, black box.
"What is it?" Ginny asked curiously.
"It's from Bill and me, for you. We thought you could use something exceptionally nice to wear to the wedding."
Charlie handed her the box. Ginny opened it, and immediately gasped.
"Oh, thank you!" Ginny threw her arms around Charlie and he spun her around a couple of times before setting her back down.
Molly asked, "Let me see, dear."
Ginny handed the box to her mother and ran over to thank Bill.
"Oh, boys, you—" Molly began.
Bill cut her off, "Now, Mum, don't start on us about spending too much on our baby sister. We're big boys now, and we can do what we want with our money."
"I wasn't going to say that, although it did cross my mind. I was going to say that you have excellent taste."
"I wanna see!" Tonks jumped up to see what Ginny had gotten, followed closely by Hermione. Fleur had probably already seen it, and Dylan always knew about everything. "Oooh, that's pretty."
It was a simple, golden necklace, with a heart shaped ruby on it. A pair of matching earrings completed the set.
"Do you like it, Gin?" Bill asked.
"I love it. Thank you."
"Hey!" Ron protested, "Where is my present?"
"Yeah," the twins shouted simultaneously, "Where are our presents?"
"Oh right, them," Charlie said, purposefully rude. "We didn't get you anything. Just Ginny."
"Why does she always get presents?" Ron argued.
"Oh, I'm sorry guys," Bill said, "Did you want some jewelry, too?"
"NO!" All three remaining Weasley brothers shouted.
"But you could have at least gotten us something," Fred protested.
"You two have your own money."
"Oh yeah…we do, don't we?" Fred realized.
"Well that sucks," said George.
"Ok, fine," Ron continued arguing, "What about me?"
"Well, we're sorry, Ron," Charlie answered, "We just like Ginny more."
"No, we don't," Bill tried to amend, "we just decided that Ginny needed something nice for the wedding, so we got her something. That doesn't mean that we have to get you something, too."
"Yeah," Charlie added, "we're not Mum and Dad. We don't have to pretend that we don't have a favorite. We do, and it's Ginny!"
Bill rolled his eyes at his brother. Charlie just didn't know how to keep everyone happy.
"Boys," Molly scolded, "be nice to your little brother. And Ron, it is their money, so they don't have to buy you a gift if they don't want to. However, I will highly suggest that they make it up to you, and the twins, somehow." It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order.
"Yes, Mum," Bill and Charlie agreed in unison, neither looking very happy. Ron and the twins, however, looked ecstatic.
"You'd better get going, Charlie," Molly told her second-oldest son, "You wouldn't want to be late."
"Yes, Mum," And with that, Charlie began to say his good-byes, individually, to each person at the table. Normally, he would have just said a general farewell, but his mother was watching him with a close eye and he thought he should probably be polite.
After Charlie had made his rounds, he said, "Now, let's see…I think that's everyone."
Ginny cleared her throat audibly.
"Oh yeah," Charlie hadn't actually forgotten her, and everybody knew it. "See you soon, Squirt, okay?" he picked her up for one last hug, then put her down. "And if any of them," Charlie pointed to the guys, "step out of line, you just let me know and I'll have a word with them. You behave, too, alright?"
"I will. And thank you again for my gift, I love it."
"You're very welcome," Charlie fondly kissed her on the cheek. "Alright, now did I get everyone?"
"Hey," one of the twins protested, "I don't believe you personally said goodbye to either of us." They were trying to get on his nerves.
"Oh no, you're right, I didn't."
Charlie pulled them both into a bone-crushing hug and, while still holding on tightly to the squirming twins, gave them each a big kiss on the cheek. They screamed as if they were dying, but they wouldn't dare to make a move against their brother while their mother was in the room.
Satisfied that he had embarrassed the twins enough for one day, Charlie said, "Ron, Harry, I don't believe I addressed you two personally, either. Do you need a hug?"
By the look on Charlie's face, he obviously wasn't proposing it to annoy yet another brother, but rather, to give Harry a piece of his mind. Apparently, Charlie had found out about Harry and Ginny. And Charlie's question hadn't been much of a question, either, because he had soon pulled both Harry and Ron into another torturing hug. He kissed Ron on the cheek and whispered what was most likely a death threat to Harry.
Charlie put a large hand on Harry's shoulder, "Now, you two behave." He was smiling at them, but giving Harry a death glare at the same time. Harry looked as if he would fall over any second from the pressure that Charlie was purposefully putting on his shoulder.
"Well," Charlie said, "I'm going to be late if I don't leave now, so goodbye, everyone." He gave his mother one last hug and kiss before letting Ginny walk him to the front door.
"Well," Molly said, "all of you get out so I can clean up."
"I can help," Remus offered.
"Oh, well thank you."
Remus turned to Tonks, "Go sit in the living room and relax a bit, I'll be in soon."
"Alright."
Tonks made her way to the living room to find that almost the entire house was attempting to ward off boredom there. Arthur was reading the paper while sitting in a chair and Hermione was in another chair reading a book that most likely held no interest to anyone but her. Ginny was still outside on the porch, talking to Charlie and attempting to convince him that Harry was a good guy and that she was plenty old enough to date. Dylan and Ron were playing wizard's chess on the floor, while Harry and the twins offered advice to Ron who, surprisingly, was already losing terribly.
Tonks sat down on the floor to watch the game, as well.
"This isn't fair!" Ron burst out. "How is she beating me? Nobody beats me at chess! And I'm the one who taught her to play, it's not right, you shouldn't beat your teachers at their own game!"
"I think it's because she can read minds," Harry offered. "She knows your next move before you even make it. She beat me at least five times this morning."
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Oh," Tonks told Harry, "So I guess you didn't get much work done today?"
"What work?"
"Harry," Ginny said rather urgently from the doorway, "Can I see you for a moment?"
"Huh?"
"Now!"
"Oooh," Ron said, "what did you do, mate?"
"That's just it," Harry looked confused, "I can't think of anything that I've done."
Harry numbly made his way over to Ginny and she pulled him into a room around the corner. They came back a moment later, Harry's arm around Ginny's shoulders as he nodded his head to something she was saying.
"So," Ron asked curiously, "What did you do?"
"Nothing. It was a misunderstanding, that's all."
"About what?"
Ginny saved Harry, "Nothing, Ronnie!" and then she smiled oddly at Tonks.
Wow, Tonks thought, they sure are acting weird today.
Harry and Ginny both sat down on the floor around the chessboard. Randomly, Dylan burst out laughing.
"Dylan?" Ginny asked.
"I won't say a word."
This is really, really weird, Tonks thought.
Remus came out of the kitchen, saying, "I've been told to announce that there's some chocolate cake waiting in the kitchen for anyone who wants any."
All of the teens shot up and ran towards the kitchen door, almost trampling Tonks in the process. Remus hurried over to Tonks to make sure that she was all right, helping her to her feet.
Arthur offered, "I will talk to them about that."
"Thank you," Remus said, relieved, "I would appreciate it."
Hermione was the only teen not currently stuffing her face in the kitchen. As she carefully closed her book, she asked, "Should I go tell Bill and Fleur that there's dessert?"
"No, that's alright, Hermione," Arthur answered. "I don't think they want to be disturbed at the moment."
Both Arthur and Hermione made their way into the kitchen for chocolate, as well.
"Do you want some cake?" Remus asked Tonks, now that they were the only ones left in the room.
"No, not really," Tonks noticed that Remus looked disappointed. "But I do rather like Bill and Fleur's idea."
Tonks suggestively kissed Remus, wrapping her arms around his neck. Remus' eyes lit up and, chocolate cake completely forgotten, he kissed her back. Suddenly, he pulled away and began to walk towards the stairs, pulling her with him.
"What?" Tonks asked, confused.
"Well, not here. They'll be out soon," Remus motioned towards the kitchen door.
So Remus continued to pull Tonks up the stairs, and they retired to their room for the night.