This chapter is called Me and You, because 75% of it (or more, LOL) is all about Remus and Nymphadora together, just them, no interruptions. You should like this chapter, it has lots of tonks/remus fluff. Thanks to everyone who reviewed I love you all, please keep sending them they make me feel like carrying on this story is a good idea. Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, but life gets in the way. Anyway, I worked hard on this, and it's got quite a lot in it so ya should be pleased!
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Me and You
The next day flew by in the same way the others had this week. Sitting at a desk, going on an enquiry, sitting in on an interview. The one thing I had wanted to do most was to be at home with Remus so I could spend the day with him before he left tonight. Mark had sensed my bad mood and had steered clear of my cubicle, probably because he didn't want hexing for yesterdays little stunt. Jacob however did not avoid me, much to my displeasure, and so I was made to work when I really didn't want to. Finally the time had come for me to go home and I had ran so fast out of the Ministry that if you blinked, you probably would have missed me.
Now I was sitting curled on my sofa, watching Remus fasten the buttons on his cloak in front of the fireplace. I had only been able to spend a few minutes snuggled up to him before he had to get ready, so he could floo to Hogwarts. He needed to get there before nightfall so he could get to the Shack and transform safely. If you didn't really know him, but watched him, you'd say he had the air of someone who'd done this a million times and it had simply become routine. But I saw different. His hands shook as he fastened the buttons, and his voice shook as he whispered my name. It was only every so slightly, but I found that I paid much attention to Remus, so therefore, I noticed.
"Dora" he whispered, "are you still ok to come tomorrow morning? If you've changed your mind, I'll understand".
I got up from the sofa and walked over to him, moving to his front so I could fasten up his last button.
"I haven't changed my mind Remus, and I never will".
He caught my hand in his and made me look up at him. Before I knew what had happened his lips connected with mine so furiously, his tongue plunging into my mouth without asking. I moaned loudly as his hands moved to my hips, pulling my body against his. He growled against my lips, making me shiver and pull away slightly.
"You need to get going" I whispered, logically. "It'll be sundown soon".
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me" he whispered.
"It's okay, but you should go" I whispered, feeling tears prick in my eyes. "Goodnight".
He kissed me on the cheek, obviously not trusting himself to kiss my lips again. He had told me once the importance of being in control of himself. He said it was foolish but if he felt in control, he believed the wolf couldn't control him. He had always been able to control himself, until he met me. I had asked what he meant by that, and he had replied that all self control went out of the window when I was near him. I had beamed then, and I was smiling now.
He kissed the spot just below my ear and whispered "Goodnight love", before pulling away and stepping into the fireplace. He was gone.
Dawn was only just breaking as I crossed the streets of Hogsmead, making my way towards the hill that would lead me to the Shrieking Shack. I'd been here twice before, once when I was at Hogwarts and once last year with Remus. I made my way up the hill carefully, looking at the sky around the Shack. It was pink and yellow and warm, I really loved summer.
Last night I hadn't got a wink of sleep, worrying about Remus. I curled up on the sofa all night and worried over and over about how Remus was. I really needed to see him, to make sure he was alright. Obviously he wouldn't be, but I wanted to be there for him. I jogged across the field towards the Shack and pushed several boards away from the side to get in. As I stepped inside, I felt the warmth of sun disappear and looked around the lower level of the Shack with contempt. I moved farther into the house with caution.
"Remus" I said in a carrying whisper. "Remus".
"Up here Dora" came an answering voice from upstairs. I made my way towards the steps and climbed them quickly, coming to a room that looked to be a bedroom, but I wasn't sure.
As I stepped into the room I noticed Remus slumped against the back wall, clutching his shoulder, his face screwed up in pain. He had his trousers on but his shirt was open and I could see the claw marks covering his chest which was drenched in blood. He looked up at me as I came in the room, and I thought for a moment he might scold me for coming but instead he smiled, although it looked like a grimace from the pain.
"Not a pretty sight is it?" he asked, looking away. I walked over to him carefully, noting that I was treading over bits of broken wood as I did so. When I reached him I knelt down in front of him, stroking the side of his face with my hand, before bringing out my wand and opening his shirt a little more.
"Dora, are you sure-"
"I'm an Auror Remus, I know how to patch people up well enough, though I'm probably not healer standards" I said, softly, pointing my wand at one mark.
"I wasn't doubting that, I was just making sure-" he stopped abruptly when he looked me in the eye. I kept my expression stern but reassuring.
"Remus, I want to be here and I want to help" I said. "Now stay still". I tapped my wand lightly at the tip of the claw mark and ran my wand down the cut, healing it as well as I could. Werewolf scratches were easier to heal that bites, though he plenty new ones of those from last night. When I finished the ones on his chest I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed.
"I know those aren't the only ones" I whispered, putting my hands on his shoulders and sliding the fabric down so his arms slipped free and the blood stained shirt fell to the floor. "Can you turn a little for me?" I asked, wanting to get at his back. He obliged, and I felt tears sting in my eyes as I saw the marks on his back, which were considerably worse than the front. I began to work on them, trying to be as careful as I could but Remus kept wincing and I hated seeing him in pain. When I'd finished I ran my hand over his back and traced the newly formed scars with my fingers.
"That's the best I could do" I whispered, as he turned back to he was leaning against the wall. I sat down next to him and watched as he scrutinized me carefully.
He raised his hand to my cheek and cupped it gently. "Thank you, for being here. You didn't have too".
"I know, but I wanted too" I whispered, leaning in and kissing him on the forehead. "You look tired".
"I feel it" he mumbled, before dropping his head onto my shoulder and securing an arm around my waist. I put my arms around him and held him lightly. "Can we just stay here for a while?" he asked.
"Sorry baby" I whispered, "but here isn't too comfortable for you after last night, I need to get you home".
"After last night, I could sleep on a bed of nails" he mumbled.
"But I'm sure, given the choice, you would choose a nice soft bed instead" I said, moving to stand, and help him up. He grumbled as I pulled him to his feet, but I paid him no heed. He was tired and needed rest, and this creepy Shack would not do.
Getting him home was hard, he was exhausted and was leaning heavily on me, and although I didn't mind it, it did slow me up a bit. I got him into the flat and into the bedroom, setting him down on the bed as he groaned in pain.
"Sorry, sorry" I said, quickly.
"No, it's not you Dora, your brilliant" he whispered, reaching out one of his hands and pulling the covers off the bed so he could slip in. I could tell that he was feeling self conscious of me helping him, so I decided to let him get settled on his own.
"Do you want a drink or anything?" I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"A glass of water please" he coughed. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, before holding it under the tap and filling it with cold water. When I walked back into the bedroom he was laying on his side in bed, staring at me as I walked over to him. I handed him the water and he slipped an arm out of the covers and took it from me, sipping from it and putting it down.
"You seemed to be watching me very intently" said Remus, slowly. "Don't worry baby, I won't break".
"I know" I whispered, sitting down on the bed. He propped himself up but hissed in pain, so I pushed him back down again. "Rest".
He pouted. "Your amazing, you know that?" he whispered.
"Thank you" I said, leaning down so my face was close to his. "But that's not gonna get you out of resting".
"Your mean" he muttered.
"Am I really?".
"No" he smiled, and before I knew it he'd grabbed me round the waist and pulled me down beside him. I squealed in surprise.
"Remus, what are you doing?" I asked as he pulled the covers over me.
"Using you as a pillow" he mumbled, resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, and suddenly felt very protective of Remus.
"I have to work this afternoon, will you be ok later?" I asked.
"Will you stay here now?" he asked, looking at me.
"Yes" I said. He leaned towards me and kissed me lightly.
"Love you".
"Love you too".
So Dawlish had had a tip-off about some Deatheaters meeting in an abandoned warehouse on Bridge street. And because I was his partner, I had to go with him. Several things were going through my mind as we approached the warehouse. One: was there really Deatheaters here? Two: if there weren't, could I gloat? And three: if there were, how would we handle it? They would obviously put up a fight, and even though I was more than sure we could handle them, it depended on how many there were. Two of us against... how many of them?
To my surprise, the tip off had been correct. As I snuck up to the building I heard raised voices followed by shushing and laughing. When we peered through a slit in the wall we saw three hooded figures huddled together in the center of the room. One was looking twitchy and nervous, his eyes darting out from under his hood to look around the warehouse floor. Another was standing tall and painfully straight, he looked like a broom had been attached to his back making it impossible for him to bend. The last was hunched up and talked in wheezes. He was the first one I heard speak clearly.
"You sure this is the place?" he wheezed.
"That's what he said, and it's almost time to go" said the one standing tall.
"Shouldn't w-we go now" said the nervous one. I looked at Dawlish, wondering whether the man who had told them to be here was the tip-off. He wasn't looking at me though, his eyes were narrowed through the crack. He quickly whipped around.
"Go round the other side" he hissed. I was slightly peeved at being ordered around, but I did it without question, sneaking to the other side, dodging the Muggle rubbish and rubble as I went. It was clear to see that this warehouse had long since been abandoned. Sneaking in the back was easier than I imagined it would be, and sneaking up behind them was too. I moved silently behind crates piled at the back and made my way forward slowly and carefully. Dawlish had slipped in too and was moving through the shadows towards the men. Just as he nodded at me to strike, one of the men clocked onto Dawlish and they all turned to him, who looked stunned. I took my chance.
"Petrificus Totalus" I shouted, pointing at one of the men's back. He fell to the floor and they two who were left standing drew there wands. One ran towards me as the other was immediately locked in fierce combat with Dawlish. I ran out from behind the crates and started dueling.
While I dueled one, Dawlish was on the other side of the warehouse dueling the other. We were trying to push them together, but they were trying to push us away. Or at least, I pretended that's what they were trying to do. What their real intent was, was probably far sinister. I was being pushed back into the crates, each curse that flew at me, I deflected. I sent curses flying back, but soon I heard Dawlish shout out and saw that he'd been smashed against the wall by the Deatheater.
I shot a curse at the bloke, which just missed, but it got his attention away from Dawlish. Then, suddenly, I realised that I had two of them on me. I backed away, and my back bumped into something metal and I fell backwards, falling on a metal staircase. Before they could blink, I ran up the staircase, as they shouted at eachother to go either side and corner me.
"Petrificus Totalus" I shouted almost hitting the big one who ran up the stairs. the other stayed on the ground firing hexes up at me, and Dawlish struggled helplessly against the wall. I would have freed him if I hadn't been dueling one Deatheater on the metal walkway above the warehouse floor, and been ducking curses sent up by the other Deatheater at the same time.
"Come on little girly, we don't mean no harm. Let us leave here, and we won't mess up your pretty face" he jeered.
"Haven't you heard? Us Aurors are rather stubborn" I said, cockily.
"It's that stubbornness that'll get you killed" he said, moving forward.
"You gonna kill me?" I asked, disbelievingly.
"I haven't decided".
Then we were dueling against, and I was being pushed backwards along the walkway. In haste, I freed Dawlish from the curse but paid the price. I was trip jinxes and fell backwards, over the edge where the walkway ended. It was just an open end. As I slipped down I grabbed on to a loose chain hanging from the ceiling. I still slipped to the ground, and I landed on my face, scratching it on the rough ground. Dawlish came running up as the Deatheater jumped down in front of me. A hex to the face drew his attention away from me. I scrambled to my feet, but slipped again as I felt my legs buckle underneath me. While I was on the floor (sounds great right?), Dawlish was hexed to the ground next to me. The Deatheaters ran towards the one who had been hexed first and I jumped up, ignoring the pain in my legs and aimed a hex at their retreating backs. Unfortunately it missed and just as Dawlish jumped up, the two grabbed there paralyzed comrade and disapparated.
"Shit" I cursed, spitting on the floor in anger.
"My sentiments exactly" muttered Dawlish. We looked at eachother and we knew, we knew that we would be in trouble for this.
Standing in Gawain Robards office, our new Head of Auror's, covered in dirt, grime and dried blood in some cases, I felt rather miffed. Robards was a particularly old Auror with a big bushy beard and an unfriendly gaze. I could tell immediately that he either didn't like me or didn't trust me, or both. He looked me and Dawlish up and down in what I assumed was disgust. He was practically spitting at us. I was getting a shower as he spoke.
"You let them go" he spat. "You had them cornered and you let them go".
"With all due respect sir, it wasn't our fault" said Dawlish.
"How wasn't it?".
"We gave as good as we got, but in the end, they slipped from our grasp. We're not the first Auror's to do it and we won't be the last" I answered, as politely as I could.
"Yes, a fact that disappoints me greatly. Your both relieved for the rest of the day, you can leave my office now" he answered. I sighed and followed Dawlish out. Just as he turned to speak to me he bumped straight into a man walking the other way. I quickly moved forward and held out my hand.
"You alright?" I asked, as I hauled him to his feet.
"Fine, fine, thank you" muttered Pius Thicknese. He scurried off down the corridor and I watched him.
"Sometimes I wonder..." muttered Dawlish, looking at the floor.
"What?".
"What I'm doing with my life" he answered, before turning away and following Thicknese.
I turned in the opposite direction and made my way towards the lift. On the one hand I was annoyed that I'd been dismissed; on the other hand, I got to go home early and see Remus. I felt low about the duel. I had tripped, or been tripped but still it was the same thing really, and I felt really bummed about it. I got into the lift feeling sad, and longing for a bath and a hug from Remus. The lifts doors shut with a clang and it started moving towards the auditorium. I lent against the back wall and sighed, looking up at the ceiling and blowing breath at my hair, making it fly into the air and fall back over my eyes. I changed my hair to deep red, making it curly past my shoulders. I tasted the dry blood in my mouth as the lift doors opened again, and I stepped out into the auditorium.
I immediately froze in front of the lift, seeing who was standing less than 5 meters away. My mum with her long blue dress and hair pulled back in a loose bun was looking very out of place and uncomfortable. She was turning on the spot, looking through the crowds of people, obviously searching for me. I found my voice.
"Mum" I called, unfreezing and walking over to her. She spun around and smiled at the sight of me. I ran towards her and hugged her, but she pulled back and scrutinized me.
"What on earth have you been up to?" she asked.
"Dueling in an abandoned warehouse with three Deatheaters" I reeled off, she blanched.
"I wish I never asked" she muttered. She was supportive of my job sure enough, but she was a mum and just like any mum she was worried about the danger I was putting myself in. Dad wasn't as bad about it, he knew I could handle myself.
"I look a mess then?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. "I'll have a bath when I get home".
"Oh, ok, I was just wondering..."
"What mum?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and trying not to laugh.
"You look better, even though, you know, your covered in-"
"Crap".
"Language" she said.
"English" I replied, cheekily.
"Nymphadora" she growled, dangerously.
"Sorry mummy".
"As I was saying, you look better and you haven't come to see us for awhile. We miss you, why don't you come for tea Dora, please?" she asked.
"Oh mum, I can't tonight, I have to go home and make sure Remus is alright" I said, without thinking. Her eyes widened.
"Remus?" she asked. I stared her down. "Well, you can bring him along can't you? It'd be nice to meet him properly, especially if you too are together now. You are together now?".
"Yes mum" I said, beaming. I couldn't help it.
"I'm pleased for you Dora, you seem happier" she whispered, putting a hand to my cheek and stroking it lightly.
"I am mum, but I can't come tonight. It was full moon last night and-".
"I understand" she nodded.
"How about tomorrow night?" I asked.
"That would be perfect. You and Remus be there at 6.00 sharp, okay?"
"Yes mum, now maybe we should leave. I don't much like hanging around here" I said, looking around me quickly. She looked around to then nodded, and we made our way towards the exit.
"I best get back anyway, your dad's expecting me" muttered mum as we stood outside. The sun glared down at us as we stepped onto the pavement. "I'll see you tomorrow darling". She hugged me tight and I hugged her back, remembering my thoughts from the other day.
"I love you mum" I whispered. "You know that, right?"
"Ofcourse I do" she said, pulling away. "I love you too, sweetheart. See you tomorrow night". And then she was gone.
After she was gone I apparated with a small smile. I hoped Remus would agree to this, I thought as I apparated to the floor on which my flat was. As I walked to the door I looked down at myself. First a bath, then tell Remus. I unlocked the flat door, which was now a pretty complicated task due to the amount of wards that Remus had set on the place for protection. It took me nearly ten minutes before I could push the door open and let myself in.
"Hello" came a gruff voice. I turned towards my bedroom as I shut the door. Looking down the hall I saw Remus leaning against the door frame. I smiled happily and looked him up and down. He wore simple black trousers, but his feet and torso were bare. I had to use all my self restraint to stop myself from drooling, or pouncing on him, which seemed to me a good idea at this particular moment. He looked tired but had a little more color in his cheeks than this morning. I walked down the hall towards him, and the bathroom which was behind the door on the left wall, right next to my bedroom.
"You look better" I said, and he blushed a little.
"What happened to you? You look -".
"Yeah, I know" I muttered. "I'm going to have a long hot bath, I'll explain everything when I'm in there" I whispered, moving into the bathroom and running the taps. The charm I'd put on them still worked, as sooner than normally possible the bath was full with steaming bubbly water. I quickly discarded my dirt and blood stained clothes and threw them into a heap in the corner, before lowering myself into the water and slipping down.
"Comfortable" Remus enquired, standing by the door watching me.
"Mmmm" I said, with my eyes closed, I turned to the door and opened them again. I pointed to the space beside the bath. "You can sit there if you like?" I muttered. He came in, shutting the door behind him with a smirk. He sat down beside the bath and leaned on the side of it, looking at me. I sighed.
"What happened baby?" he whispered.
"Me and Dawlish went to a warehouse, on a tip-off, which said that several Deatheaters were meeting there. Once we got there, it was clear to me that whoever left the tip-off had obviously set these Deatheaters up. Anyway, I snuck in the back and Dawlish snuck in the front, but before we could capture them they clocked onto Dawlish and we started dueling. One was knocked out by my spell straight away but the other two fought as hard as we did and there was no way we were going to get them, but I still feel bad. We failed" I explained.
"You didn't fail-".
"Yes, we did. We failed, we tried our hardest but in the end we still failed. The Deatheaters grabbed there unconscious friend and apparated out of there".
"Why the dirt and blood?" he whispered, as if afraid of the answer.
"I took a tumble on the floor, and I had several cuts on the side of my face, but there healed now. Metamorphous trick" I shrugged, as he looked as if he might ask how they'd healed so quickly. He dipped his fingers in the water and skimmed the surface, looking pensive as he did so. "What's up?".
"Nothing" he said, looking up from the water. "Shampoo?" he asked, reaching for the shampoo at the other end of the bath.
"Please". He took it from the side, but instead of giving it to me he opened the bottle of 'sweet apple' shampoo and squeezed it into his hands. He gestured me to sit up and I did so, feeling shy at how exposed I was. Why I felt self conscious of this I didn't know, it was like this was the first time I'd been completely naked in front of him. The thought made me blush, and I looked at Remus through my lashes but he wasn't looking at me, infact, he was staring rather intensely at my hair and nothing else. I smiled, though I couldn't quite register why.
He began to massage the shampoo into my hair, and as he did he worked his fingers into my scalp too. I moaned at the feeling of his fingers running over my scalp and through my hair. Once he'd finished, I layed back down in the water, letting the shampoo wash away and smiled at him.
"And what, pray tell, was that in aid of?" I asked.
"Do I need a reason?" he asked back.
"Maybe a hidden motive?" I suggested lightly. He leaned over the bath close to my face, and licked his lips.
"Maybe".
Kissing with a bathtub in between us was not comfortable at all, and apparently Remus felt the same way because I was soon lifted out of the bath and onto the towel covered floor. It amazed me that Remus still had strength left after last nights transformation, but I wasn't complaining. The warmth of his body against mine was comforting after everything that had happened today. At least someone didn't think I was a screw up.
He kissed me deeply as I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him close to me. His hands slid down my body dangerously slowly and rested on my hips, causing me to shudder and moan. He was such as tease. His lips left mine and started trailing kisses down my next and through my wet hair. I moved my hands down his chest and to the waist band of his trousers. He stopped kissing my neck and growled in my ear.
"Nymphadora".
"Well, it's hardly fair" I whispered, huskily.
"Ah, true" he said, knowledgeably, before slamming his lips back onto mine. My long hot bath was well and truly forgotten.
I stood at the kitchen sink, dressed in my silk pyjamas because I couldn't be bothered to get dressed, looking out my window at the streets of London while waiting for the kettle to boil. I had set up two mugs of hot chocolate on the counter for me and Remus. It was my attempt to butter him up before I told him about tomorrow night. Then again, I was pretty sure there were other ways of doing that. It was weird, I'd never really thought these sorts of things until Remus came along. Now it seemed at least half of my brain was dedicated to them. Not that I minded.
Just as the kettle whistled, Remus walked into the kitchen. I felt him come up behind me and snake his arms around my waist. I reached over to the kettle and started pouring the drinks, ignoring Remus's lips on the base of my neck. For a moment I was curious about something, and I asked it before I engaged my brain to really think about it.
"Have you always been like this, and I just never saw it?" I asked, before wincing at how that came out.
"Like what?" he asked, curiously. I pulled away slightly so I could look at his face. There was no going back now.
"Like this" I said, gesturing to the intimate proximity between us. "Have you ever been like this with anyone else?". I inwardly smacked myself. That did NOT come out right.
He moved away and leaned against the side, staring at me coldly. I shivered, but it wasn't the usual pleasant shiver that I experienced. "Why do you want to know this?".
"I-, I don't - don't know..." I mumbled, feeling like an idiot.
"No Nymphadora, I have never been 'like this' with anyone else. I've had girlfriends in the past, but I never felt the way I do for you, for them. And I've never acted this intimately with anyone before, it's just you. It's only you, ok? You've changed who I was, and I like it, but now I'm confused. I don't understand what you meant by that question. Do you, not, want me to be this way?" he asked, sounding so confused and upset that it literally broke my heart.
"No, no that's not what I meant at all. My question came out all wrong, you misunderstand me. I love who you are, you must know that by now Remus. I love you" I whispered.
"I love you too" he said, sadly.
I sighed. "When I asked you whether you'd been 'like that' with anyone else, it was mainly because I wanted to know a bit more about you, but also because" I took a breath and then whispered, "I was kind of jealous".
"Pardon?" he said, seeming shocked.
"Oh don't act so surprised Remus, in the back of my mind I was jealous cause I thought, maybe I wasn't as special as you make me feel" I started off in a defiant voice but it grew smaller towards the end.
"Oh Dora" Remus sighed. Man, that voice did things to me. Why did I have to act like some sort of hormonal, irrational teenager around him? Why couldn't I, in my mum's words and the words of many mums around the world, act my age? I put my hands over my face in shame and groaned in annoyance.
"I'm such a twat" I muttered. Two rough yet warm hands covered mine and pulled them from my face. I looked up at Remus who was smiling happily at me. Safe to say I was confused.
"That is very foul language, Miss Tonks" he said, in what I called his 'professor' voice.
"Deduct the points from Hufflepuff then" I muttered. He put one arm around my back and pushed me gently to the side which held the abandoned mugs.
"Finish your drinks". I starting pouring the still boiling water (thank goodness for thermal kettles) into the mugs, feeling slightly disorientated. "Want some food?" I asked, casually.
I heard the opening and closing of cupboards behind me as I stirred the hot chocolate. When I turned around to hand him his mug, he was frowning at a packet of pasta. He took the mug in his empty hand, then put them both on the side.
"That's all that's in that cupboard worth eating" he muttered. "Maybe there's something else somewhere". He started looking through cupboard and draws and the fridge, pulling out random ingredients. First came a bag of flour and a tin of sweet corn. I helped him to find the butter, milk and half pack of cheese from the fridge, and was curious as to what he was trying to make.
"We really need to go food shopping. I mean, when it was just me I never really bothered" I mumbled.
"Are you at work tomorrow?" he asked.
"What day is tomorrow?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Thursday".
"Nope, Thursday is my day off this week" I said, happily. "When's the next meeting?".
"Friday" he said, smirking at me. "Right, well we'll go shopping tomorrow then" he sighed, looking through another cupboard.
"Whats the matter?" I asked.
"I feel guilty" he said, quickly. "I should be working, bringing in money and food".
"We've had this talk before, I make plenty for the both of us you don't need to feel guilty" I said.
"I just want to do something. Anything" he said, "found it". He pulled out a tin of tuna from the cupboard and put it on the side. "How do you feel about Tuna Pasta Bake?".
"Yum".
"Good".
The conversation of jobs was dropped for now, but I still felt bad as I watched him cook dinner. It must be really hard for a man to sit around all day while there partner goes to work. But I don't see anyway around it, not at the moment anyway. I worked on average six days out of seven with my day off alternating each week. I liked my hours, they were flexible, some were hardly days at all and the pay was really good, now that I was no longer a trainee. I started feeling guilty myself, but told myself to shut up and dig in.
We had fun cooking dinner. I think it was probably one of the most domestic things I've done since I left home. Wow, that sounded bad, but it was the truth. I loved cooking with Remus, he was so good with his hands and seemed to move gracefully through every stage, while I continued to knock things over and generally be a nuisance. The best part was when the dish was baking in my under appreciated oven, and me and Remus decided to have a flour fight, followed by some enthusiastic snogging on the kitchen counter. Once the dish was baked however, we plated up and sat down on my squishy sofa, with the wireless on and the fire going. It was getting dark outside by this time, but it was still summer, so it was fairly light.
I bit into my pasta and moaned. "This is amazing, how'd you learn to cook like this?".
"It's just a simple dish Dora, and my mum taught me. She was afraid that when I moved out I wouldn't look after myself properly so I let her teach me to put her mind at rest" he shrugged. I leaned against him as I ate, my feet resting on the sofa beside me. He was sitting at the end of the sofa, stretched out comfortably as he ate. "She was an amazing cook".
"You miss her" I stated, shovelling more pasta bake into my mouth.
"How did you know?".
"Your voice goes all soft when your upset, or talking about something that makes you feel upset" I muttered. "That made me sound like a stalker".
"Yeah, I miss her. Miss dad too, though we weren't as close. I remember the good things about them but it always make me sad, so I don't like to think about it" he explained.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up" I mumbled, stuffing more pasta into my gob in guilt.
"Don't be" he muttered. "So, anyway, plan for tomorrow. Shopping first thing because we have the bare essentials but nothing else".
"We're not that bad, we have been shopping before, I just think we need to make it a more regular thing. If we buy enough tomorrow we shouldn't have to go again for like, two weeks. It's not like we're here much anyway, what with the Order and everything" I said, "and speaking of tomorrow...".
"What?" Remus said, cautiously.
"I bumped into mum on the way home, and she sort of invited us to dinner, and I sort of agreed" I said, quickly.
"Take out the 'sort of' and I interpret that to mean that we are having dinner with you parents tomorrow".
"Yes" I said, sheepishly before moving so I could face him. He was giving me 'the stare'. I squirmed. "I felt guilty, I haven't spent anytime with my parents, and there really important to me, and what with the war and everything..." he cut me off with his lips, but he pulled back quickly.
"And the rambling stops" he smirked. I stuck my tongue out at him. "I don't mind going tomorrow, but I'm just concerned about what your parents will think of us".
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What parents want their daughter to be with a werewolf. And old, poor..."
"Gonna get his arse kicked if he finishes that sentence" I interrupted, sweetly. "I love you, and so will they. Just give them a chance Remus, they're not as bad as I make out, I promise".
"Ok love" he muttered, "but on your head be it". I leaned over and kissed him.
"Thank you".
"But your gonna have to give me a lesson in family history. I don't know much about your parents".
"Deal" I said, scooping up the last bit of tuna pasta bake and popping it into my mouth. "Thank you for dinner".
"Your welcome" he said, sucking on his fork. He'd finished his before mine, and was obviously still hungry.
"Give me you plate, I'll take it to the kitchen" I said, standing up and holding my hand out. He handed me the plate with a smile.
"I think, there might be a chocolate bar stashed in my draw" he said, licking his lips. I smiled and went to leave the room when he caught my arm. "Oh, and Dora... you make me feel special too" he whispered, huskily. I rushed out of the room before my legs turned completely to jelly.
I will update when I can, but I make no promises. College, work and family stuff takes up so much time now it's un-believeable. Please, please, please review xx reviews are like coffee (which I am starting to get addicted to) they help me keep writing. P.s. Who saw Deathly Hallows? I saw it, loved it and am wondering what you think?
