CHAPTER ONE: TEDDY
"Something wrong, babe?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
Tonks cut her husband off as he made for their front door. "Reemz, talk to me," she pouted up at him. She also shyly bit her lip and pressed out her chest in her tight t-shirt.
She saw a vein throb in Remus's temple as he didn't take the bait and looked unbrakingly into his wife's face. "I'm fine, Dora, I just have to go check the wards." He brushed past her and exited their tiny, run-down house to inspect their tiny, run-down garden.
Tonks sighed in disappointment, but she seemed to be making progress on Operation Get Remus to Lighten the Fuck Up. She really had thought that marrying the man would get him to give up the whole dramatic "I'm a danger to you" schtick, but now that appeared to just be a step in the right direction. They were happy to be married and living together, but there was still a major wedge between them, and surprisingly it was about the one thing she always assumed would be the easy part of her marriage: their sex life.
Not that the sex wasn't great, far from it. He was the best she ever had. The problem was getting enough of it while trying to work around Remus's schedule.
For up to a week after every full moon, Remus was so weak and tired that he could barely walk, much less fuck her. That was completely understandable, she couldn't blame him for that. What she had just learned, but was already starting to annoy her, was that for up to a week before every full moon, he started to experience some….animalistic urges, and he said that if they made love while he was under such intense instincts, he wouldn't be able to control himself, and he might end up hurting her.
But the idea of spending half of the rest of her life unable to shag her husband was, simply put, unacceptable. It was even more dumb since they had already fucked while he was in such a state. It was exactly what had let them finally hook up in the first place.
She had been throwing hints at him like mad pretty much since the moment she met him at her first Order meeting, but nothing happened until they started regularly having drinks together in the wake of Sirius's death. One wouldn't think that bonding over the loss of Remus's oldest friend and Tonks's last non-evil relative would produce much sexual tension, but one night, a few days before the full moon, Tonks noticed Remus eyeing her with a look that she could only describe as predatory. But that had quickly been replaced with a look of horror and self-loathing. This was clearly a part of Remus that he hated and was terrified of.
So, naturally, it was something she did everything in her power to bring out.
A hiked up skirt, an affectionate hand on his knee, and some choice double entendres later, and she barely had enough time to Disapparate them back to her flat before he was furiously fucking her into her bed, growling into her ear from behind like a beast.
And, big shock, the experience hadn't injured her and scared her away from him. On the contrary it had, to put it mildly, blown her fucking mind. Now, just when she thought they could make that a regular thing, the moody bastard was ass-deep in his martyr complex.
Well, she wasn't going to stand for it. Tonks may not have a Veela's allure, but she was a Metamorphagus, which meant she could alter her body to fit a man's taste. She had already subtly enlarged her tits against her too-small Weird Sisters top and given herself a more hourglass figure with wider hips (child-bearing hips was the message she hoped to send to his subconscious). She had also looked in her mirror and given herself a nice subtle blush, long, feminine lashes and full, inviting lips. Finally, Tonks had changed her hair from bubblegum pink to a deep, blood red.
Her efforts seemed to be paying off, as Remus was now so agitated that he had to leave the house, with such a thin excuse as needing to "check the wards" around their incredibly tiny home, which would take even a student a total of thirty seconds. However, Tonks was worried he might be getting wise to her scheme.
She poured two cups of tea and set one down for him on one side of their small kitchen table, and sat down herself with the other one.
Tonks rested her chin in her hand and tapped the table top thoughtfully. She needed a change in strategy. After thinking for a bit, she had a wicked idea, and her face split into an evil grin. If she couldn't entice Remus enough with her looks, she would have to use a different sense. She knew that close to the full moon, his sense of smell went into overdrive.
Leaning back in the chair and spreading her legs, she started to unbutton her tight, short jean shorts (muggles really were miles ahead in the art of dressing slutty). She stuck her fingers under her knickers and discovered she was already wet, unsurprising given what she was planning and the fact she hadn't gotten any in a few days. She gasped to herself as she dipped two fingers into her pussy (a few more times than necessary, but hey, a girl has needs), and when she pulled them back out they were glistening. She subtly dabbed some of her wetness on both sides at the base of her neck and then vanished the rest from her fingers.
Tonks had just managed to make herself presentable as Remus re-entered the kitchen, sighing deeply, very obviously still trying hard to get his body under control.
"Tea, love?" she offered innocently, "It'll help you relax."
Remus looked back and forth from the teacup to his wife suspiciously, but eventually sat down.
After a moment of silence in which they sipped their tea, Tonks spoke up. "Remember, we're extracting Harry in a few days. Will be right before the full moon."
Remus frowned uncomfortably and hung his head. "Yes, I know. But everything should be over, for better or worse, by the time the full moon rises. And even if something goes wrong, I'm stocked up on Wolfsbane Potion through the end of the month."
"Actually, that's not what I was worried about," Tonks said thoughtfully, "I was actually thinking about how you'll be pretty useless in any crisis if you're so randy you can't think straight." She moved her bare foot to rub up against his leg.
Remus jerked violently and his body tensed. "Dora….we talked about this," he said, trying to remain calm.
"No, you talked at me about this," she disagreed, "And I established that you were being ridiculous. We can't dance around this for the rest of our lives." She leaned forward so he could see down her top. "Is it really so bad that your wife wants to ride you until she passes out?"
He took a deep breath, trying to not react to her words. "You know it's not that simple, Dora," he said sternly, "You know the danger of a werewolf losing control, even when we're not transformed. You just saw what Greyback did to Bill."
"Shut the fuck up!" she shouted, springing to her feet.
He jumped, shocked at her abrupt change in tone, "What?"
"No one's allowed to compare my husband to that monster, not even my husband. You talk like that again, I'll hex your bollocks off."
He didn't know what to say, so he just looked down at his teacup again.
After a moment, Tonks relaxed her body again. "You know what I think?" she asked sultrily.
"Hmm?" Remus became suspicious of her again.
She walked behind him and slid one hand down his chest. She leaned forward so that their faces were level, and his nostrils started flaring. He turned his head and inhaled her scent from her neck and she saw his pupils quickly dilate, sending a surge of excitement through her.
"I think the old man just can't get it up," she whispered into his ear.
In a flash, he leapt to his feet, knocking his chair over backward. She retreated a few steps backward, suddenly feeling so small and feminine, and unbelievably turned on by the sight of the dangerous man in front of her, his dark eyes full of hunger and lust. He was looking at her like she was a piece of meat. Like she was prey.
"If I recall correctly," Remus growled at her, "you were the one who kept saying I wasn't too old to marry you."
"Well that was before I knew you couldn't fuck me," Tonks said defiantly, "So maybe I'll go find some younger cock to get off on."
He lunged at her, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her helplessly to the kitchen wall.
"You're mine," he declared.
"Prove it," she dared him.
He attacked her lips in a way that lit her on fire, pinning her whole body to the wall as he kissed her passionately and roamed his hands all over her, making clear who her whole body belonged to. He brought his hands up to aggressively grope her breasts, and twisted her nipples hard to make her squeal in pain.
"Apologize," he demanded.
"I'm so sorry," she pleaded meekly, "Please forgive me."
He gave a satisfied growl deep in his throat and kissed her again, moving down to her jaw and her neck, pressing his nose directly into where she had rubbed her scent. He started moving further down, instinctively searching for the scent's source, until he was on his knees in front of her crotch. He yanked down her shorts, leaving her only in her thin cotton knickers.
"Mmmm, does that smell good, baby?" Tonks teased him, "Is the Big Bad Wolf gonna gobble me up—oh!"
She gasped as he pressed his nose hard into her clit through her panties, the bundle of nerves sending a jolt through her that made her mind go blank. He withdrew only for a moment to tear the last piece of clothing before diving back into her, greedily lapping at her wet folds until she was moaning deliriously.
Tonks yelped as Remus scooped her thighs into his arms and effortlessly lifted her until her head was almost to the ceiling, pinning her to the wall with her legs draped over his shoulders and resumed using his tongue on her pussy.
She convulsed and let out a cry. She was in such a precarious position, but the way he was holding her left no question as to how much he was in control of her body. She clawed at the back of his head desperately as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard.
"Oooooh yeeeees," she let out a long moan. She had gone so long without release and he was assaulting her cunt with such ferocity that she was already close. He shifted down and shoved his tongue as far as he could into her cunt while pressing his nose to her clit, savoring her taste and smell as much as he could.
"Oh yes baby I'm gonna cum, fuck me with your tongue! You're so mean to that pussy but I love it so fucking much I'm gonna fucking cum I love it when you make me cum REMUS!"
She screamed and clamped her thighs on both sides of his head as she came hard, spreading her juices all over his face. She desperately tried to buck her hips harder against his mouth, but he still kept her firmly pinned. As her spasming subsided, he lowered her slowly back to the floor. Her eyes were closed in complete bliss, and he seemed so wonderfully gentle with her.
When Tonks opened her eyes, however, the look on her husband's face was anything but gentle. His eyes were crazed and completely inhuman now, her juices covering his face and overwhelming his senses having driven him further into delirium, and she bit her lip and grinned devilishly as she understood that he wasn't going to give her a moment of respite.
He lifted her into his arms and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom. By the time they reached their bed, she was desperately grinding her wet, bare pussy against him, searching for friction and whimpering into his mouth.
He fell on top of her, pressing her into the bed with his weight until she felt swallowed by him. In a flash, he ripped her t-shirt clean in half and threw it away, leering at her now-nude body and her toned, athletic torso. He attacked her again, focusing on her pert, magically engorged breasts. He sucked on one nipple while pinching and twisting the other, causing her to let out cries of pain mixed with pleasure.
"Oh yeah, you like those young, perky tits, you old pervert?" she teased him harshly, "Marrying a woman over a decade your junior, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
Remus stopped and scowled up at her. He stood up and began removing his own clothes. Tonks was trembling all over in anticipation and her pussy was running juices down onto the bed, feeling empty and starving to be filled.
He undid his trousers and pushed them down, and her mouth gaped open in awe as his engorged cock was freed. She would never get tired of the sight of it, but she could swear it was bigger than it had been last week.
But he didn't attack her again and start fucking her.
"Get on your knees," he commanded her.
She moved obediently, sitting on her knees on the floor in front of him, ready for him to teach her a lesson. To show her the only thing her mouth was good for.
But when she reached up to grab his cock and suck it like an ice pop, he instead slapped her hand away harshly, grabbed her head with both hands, wrenched her mouth open and shoved his cock into it himself. She was helpless as he began rocking his hips hard back and forth, sending his cock right to the back of her throat before pulling back. She wasn't giving him a blowjob, he was just skull-fucking her, and her eyes rolled back and she moaned and gargled around his cock as her jaw grew sore.
She closed her lips around his cock and started sucking, eager to make him cum, but just as he was starting to increase his pace, he stopped and pulled out of her.
Remus yanked her to her feet again and threw her onto the bed, then grabbed her by the shoulders and situated her so that she was on her back with her head hanging off the edge. She looked up at him standing above her, his cock just inches away, and she expectantly took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
He slid back into her, completely filling her mouth and moving past the entrance to her throat until she had completely swallowed him to the hilt.
He started moving back and forth, growling deep in his throat in pleasure at the feeling of the wet heat around his cock, and snarling with satisfaction at the sight of the outline of his cock stretching out her bulging throat in time with his thrusts. His senses were in overdrive and every nerve ending in his cock was on fire, ensuring that he wouldn't last long.
Tonks was more turned on than she had ever been in her life as her husband mercilessly violated her. His balls slapped her in the face with each thrust, and the utter humiliation drove her to reach down her own body and start aggressively rubbing her clit, desperately chasing her own release even as she couldn't breath.
He kept fucking her throat for over a minute, until Tonks was close to passing out and her eyes were watering. His thrusts grew quicker and more frantic, and his growls grew louder until he was roaring at her, until finally he skewered her with his whole length, and she felt his cock throb and his hot cum shoot directly down her throat.
As his spasms slowed, Remus slowly withdrew from her until she could breathe again, and she loudly choked and gasped for air, drool and semen dribbling from her mouth and running down her face with her tears. She looked and felt completely, deliciously destroyed.
But she didn't ask him to stop, her only focus was on furiously rubbing her clit and fingering herself, and she sobbed and weakly fought when he grabbed her by the wrists and stopping her ministrations just as she was about the climax.
"No," he grunted, "Mine."
In a flash, he had scooped her up again and pinned her against the wall. When he was this close to his transformation, his refractory period disappeared, and his cock was still rock hard, its underside pressing against her folds and making her even more desperate to feel him inside of her. He violently impaled her pussy with his cock in one motion, and she cried out again with a hoarse voice. He fucked her against the wall to within an inch of her life, his cock stretching out her walls and bottoming out against her cervix, with his pelvis pressing against her clit with each thrust, and it wasn't long until she was close again.
"Oh yeah baby fuck me please fuck me I love your cock I'm getting close!"
He moved his hand and grabbed her hard by the throat, and it pushed her over the edge. Her whole body tensed as her orgasm exploded through her, her walls contracting around his cock, eager to squeeze out every drop of cum.
The sensation drove him even more mad, and his pace became even more frantic. She weakly whimpered as her cunt was now so over-sensitive in the wake of her climax, but he paid no notice, continuing to fuck her straight through her orgasm. He couldn't care less one way or the other about her pleasure. He was just using her body and she loved it.
Before long, he roared again and shot another load deep into her pussy, and it was even more blissful than when he came in her mouth. But even still, she didn't feel his cock soften even a little.
He planted her back on the bed and faced her away from him. He reached around her and ran both his hands up and down her body, from her hips to squeezing her breasts.
"You wanted to unleash me," he growled in her ear, "be careful what you wish for."
"What?" Tonks teased back at him, scared but hopelessly turned on again, "You mean that's all you've got?"
Remus gnashed his teeth again, and brought his hand up to claw at her scalp.
"Longer," he commanded.
She complied, growing her hair out a few inches, until he could easily tangle his fingers into it, and harshly jerk her head back and to the side, exposing her neck.
He sucked and nipped up and down her neck and reached down with his other hand to palm her pussy, pushing her backwards against him until his cock was back inside her. She rolled her head back against his shoulder and screamed out in ecstasy as he fucked her from behind. The stimulation from so many points on her body brought her to her climax again, and she squirted all over his hand and his cock.
Her body went completely limp and she fell forward onto the bed, her face pressed against the mattress as her ass still stood proudly in the air. He took the tempting invitation, grabbing her by the hips and placing one hand on her back to push her even harder into the bed, until she couldn't move at all as he mindlessly rutted into her cunt. The sounds of his pelvis loudly slapping against her ass mixed with her own incoherent moans and all of her senses blurred and mixed as her mind slipped further and further into a hormone filled haze.
She heard his voice, this time he was the one mocking her. "You like that cock, Meat? You like it when I cum in you?"
"Yeeeees pleeeeease," she whined, "this piece of meat loves your cock, it needs to be filled with your seed, fill me up with it until you don't have any more."
He growled in pleasure, and did just that. He kept cumming in her over and over, until she was overflowing, fucking her in every position he fancied, her offering no resistence, her body like a puppet with cut strings. He wrung orgasm after orgasm out of her, until finally, as another wave of pleasure crashed through her, her hazy mind reached its limit, and she lost consciousness with him still thrusting into her.
Tonks awoke to silence, and a dull, pleasant soreness coming from her pussy. Her whole body felt like jelly. She almost felt hungover. She shifted and felt renewed wetness between her legs. She made a self-satisfied smirk as she realized that he had spilled so much of his seed inside her that it was still leaking out. Then, her breath hitched and she was wide awake, as she remembered that she had neglected to cast the contraceptive charm.
Then she quickly remembered that Remus told her that it was nearly impossible for a werewolf to conceive a child (there was a far more efficient way of making more werewolves, after all), but she found that fact didn't make her feel relieved. She just felt sad.
Tonks pushed it out of her mind. It wasn't like it was remotely a good time to bring a child into the world anyway. After the world was safer, she and Remus could always adopt. Merlin knows this war is making enough orphans, she thought bitterly.
She shifted over to her other side and saw her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. She sighed, knowing he was back in self-loathing mode, and she sat up, and began stroking his back.
"You shouldn't have done that," said Remus, his voice muffled by his hands. "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't even ask you what you wanted, I had no control."
Tonks couldn't help but laugh. "Dear, at any point when you were making me cum my brains out, did I give any indication that I wasn't completely, very enthusiastically consenting?"
"It wouldn't have mattered," he said stubbornly, "Even if you had said no, I wouldn't have stopped. I could have raped you, Dora."
She rolled her eyes and sat next to him on the bed. "Are you fucking serious?" she asked, "Have you really now graduated to beating yourself up over things you haven't even actually done, based on situations you make up in your head?"
He didn't say anything. She took his chin and turned his head to look at her.
"Remus, do you feel better now?"
He closed his eyes, and reluctantly nodded.
"Good. Because I feel much, much better. I can't promise we can do that several days in a row — I'm not sure I can walk right now — but that will definitely be a monthly occasion. You can't fuck me that good and then go back to just romantic lovemaking, Remus Lupin."
His moodiness broke and he smiled at her. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she responded gently. She kissed him, deeply and softly this time.
"Now go get me some water," Tonks told him, "you robbed me of a lot of fluids."
"How are they?" Remus asked as he entered the Tonks residence.
"They're resting again," Dora said sadly, "but they did a lot better today. Physically, at least, they've mostly recovered, but…"
"That's the easy part," Remus finished for her. They both knew that the mental trauma from the Cruciatus Curse could last far longer after the physical pain had stopped. Still, their recovery was a good sign, only three days since the Death Eaters moved against the Order, attacking the wedding at the Burrow and every residence with Order connections, which had included Dora's parents.
Remus sat down next to his wife on Ted's and Andromeda's sofa. Dora was reading the Daily Prophet with a deep scowl.
"How bad is it?" Remus asked tentatively.
She tossed him the paper. "See for yourself."
Remus opened to the page she was reading and his eyes widened in horror as he read the story about the Muggle-Born Registration Commission.
He put the paper down and turned to Dora. "We have to get your dad out of the country."
Dora just laughed despairingly. "He'll never leave. He's always going to hold out hope of being able to do something. Plus, he's not going to be willing to leave without my mom, and she'll never leave because of a pride thing. She's still much more of a Black than she'll ever admit."
"Then we'll have to put a Fidelius Charm on the house. It's tricky, but I'm sure we'll find someone who will do it," said Remus. They both knew that any security they could muster was just buying time now that the Ministry had fallen, but it was what Remus felt he should do as a husband.
Now he just needed to bring up what he felt he needed to do as an Order member.
"And, once we find a way to keep your parents safe," said Remus, "I think we should try to help Harry."
For a second, Dora just looked at him. "With what?" she finally asked.
"With whatever he's trying to do! It's clear that Dumbledore gave him some kind of mission. Whatever it is, it has to be more important than anything we've ever done for the Order. We have to help in any way we can."
"Remus, we have no idea where Harry even is," Dora said tiredly.
"I think we should check Grimmauld Place," he reasoned, "It's where I would go if I were him. It's not as safe as it once was, but it's still safer than anywhere else."
Dora sighed and put down the paper. "Remus, I think that if Dumbledore wanted us to know about Harry's mission, he would have told us."
"What Dumbledore may or may not have wanted doesn't matter anymore," Remus said bitterly. He was still furious at Snape, at Dumbledore for trusting Snape, and at himself for trusting Dumbledore's trust in Snape. "He didn't count on dying. There's no way he could have wanted Harry to take this mission on now, by himself, he'll never make it out there on his own!" His voice grew more and more frustrated. He didn't understand why Dora wasn't leaping at the chance to get into the very center of the action, on the most important mission in the war.
Dora seemed to be avoiding looking at him. "Look Reemz, I know you feel responsible for Harry, but you need to realize that he isn't James. We have our own family to worry about, we can't—"
How can you say that!?" he barked angrily, "We're the closest thing Harry has to a family, if we don't—"
"Remus, I'm pregnant."
All words died instantly in his throat. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe. And yet his brain still couldn't fully process what Dora had just told him.
"...What?" he managed to finally breathe, just barely a whisper.
"I'm pregnant," she repeated, this time looking dead in the eyes, "So if we go run off with Harry, we're not only risking our lives, but the life of our child. And it won't be long before I'm physically not capable of being much use in a fight against Death Eaters anyway. Plus, we have no idea how long this mission of Harry's will take. If it takes more than nine months, then we're going to be bringing around a newborn baby on our covert mission."
Remus's heart started pounding even faster. He had barely processed the knowledge that Tonks was pregnant when she had pointed out what that would actually result in: a baby.
Their baby.
His baby.
A werewolf baby.
"How?" he croaked, mostly to himself. He seemed only capable of voicing one-syllable words.
"How?" she repeated mockingly, crossing her arms. Her voice seemed to carry a trace of anger at him. "What, did you never get The Talk? You're obviously fuzzy on some things, you told me it was damn near impossible to get knocked up by a werewolf."
"IT IS!" Remus cried desperately. He jumped to his feet and started pacing frantically back and forth across the sitting room. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
When Dora saw his distress, her trace of anger toward him evaporated and her look softened. She stood up and moved to embrace him.
"Reemz, calm down. The timing definitely isn't ideal, but we can still handle this."
He jerked sharply away from her touch. "Handle this?," he gaped at her, "Don't you understand what I've done? What I've done to you? What I've done to our child?" He couldn't understand how she was treating this like a mild inconvenience.
"Yes, I understand the process, dear," she said impatiently, "What's the worst that can happen?"
"What's the worst—the baby could be like me!"
"Then I'll love it even more!" Dora almost shouted, cupping his face with her hands. Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. As if being a werewolf wouldn't ruin their child's life if they just loved it enough.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control his frustration and rage at himself. Apparently she took this as him admitting defeat and visibly relaxed.
"In spite of everything, Remus, I'm happy," she said sternly, "I'm having a child with the man I love, that will never not be a good thing. Is there any way that you won't love it?"
He hung his head guiltily and shook his head. She was right. In spite of everything, no matter how the child turned out, he found he loved the kid already. He would do anything for it. So he knew what he had to do.
"You're right," he nodded, "We'll deal with everything as it happens."
Dora sighed in relief. "I think we should stay here for a few more nights. I'm not really comfortable leaving my parents alone yet. It's not like I can keep working in the Auror department now, even if I would want to."
"Yeah, we're all safer together. You should—we should stay here," said Remus. He finally moved and hugged her, trying to convey how much he loved her, and memorize how she felt in his arms.
She looked up at him and kissed him. "No matter what happens, I'm glad you're with me."
He returned her smile faintly, saying nothing.
When Tonks awoke, she resisted the urge to sob or scream, just like most mornings these days. Returning from her dreams and remembering what the world had become felt like an attack she had to endure over and over again. Her eyes still closed, she reached out to—
No one. She opened her eyes, and Remus wasn't there to comfort her with a snogging, the nerve of him. She sleepily turned to look at the clock, and it was still pretty early. She assumed he had just gone to the loo. It wasn't like they had anywhere to be.
But she couldn't go back to sleep, and as she lay awake longer and longer and Remus didn't return, she grew curious, then concerned.
Thinking that Remus better have a good reason for worrying her, Tonks got out of bed and left her parents' guest room. She checked the loo, and it was empty, and the sitting room was also deserted. Trying to keep herself from panicking, she ran into the kitchen and it was empty too. She was about to rouse her parents when she noticed an envelope on the table with her name written on it.
Dear Dora,
I know you deserve better than hearing about this in a letter, but I've gone to help Harry. You're right that our child has to be our priority, but no matter what we do, our child won't have a life as long as Voldemort is in power. Fighting to bring about a world worth living in for them is far more than I can do for them than staying at home. If I make it back, I understand if you can never forgive me, but at least you'll both be safe. And if I don't come back, then at least our child won't have to grow up with a werewolf for a father, and hopefully I'll have done something to make them proud of me.
All of my love,
Remus.
By the time Tonks was done, hot tears of anger were streaming down her face. With trembling hands, she tore up the letter into tiny pieces, then with a wave of her wand she lit them on fire.
After prowling around the house, feeling like she might be sick with rage, she returned to her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Remus stood just beyond the wards to the Tonks home, feeling like he'd rather face an army of Death Eaters than go in. He had spent hours since leaving Grimmauld Place apparating to random locations, not knowing where to go. Even if Harry could have been convinced that joining forces was the right thing to do, Remus had burned that bridge with the shameful way he reacted.
But he had also burned his bridge with his wife. He had pushed away everyone he cared about. But he knew what the right thing to do was. He had to at least ask Dora's forgiveness and offer his support, if for no other reason than to give her the chance to reject him properly.
It was late at night, so he hoped everyone was asleep and he could greet her in the morning, and she'd be reluctant to start hexing him if it would disturb her parents.
He marched up to the front door and undid the lock. He quietly entered the house, walked through the front hallway and entered the kitchen — and let out an audible yelp at the sight of his wife sitting at the table, facing him, a steaming cup of tea in front of her.
In the span of two seconds, Dora jumped at his entrance, went wide-eyed in shock when she recognized him, began to smile in relief, but then caught herself and set her face into a cold scowl.
"You forget something?" she asked him coldly, crossing her arms.
"I didn't think you'd still be up," he blurred out, and instantly cringed at himself.
She scoffed. "What, did you really think I'd be getting any sleep any time soon?"
"No, I — er, I suppose not," Remus stammered, wringing his hands, "I...I should never have left. You were right. I was so wrapped up in trying to punish myself for getting you pregnant that I couldn't even listen to what everyone around me was saying."
Dora continued to just stare at him piercingly. Her look hadn't softened, but she also hadn't unleashed the Cruciatus Curse on him, so he supposed he should count that as a win.
"And you were also right about how I treat Harry," Remus admitted grimly, "Sirius always did it too. I slip into thinking that James is back, and I expected to be able to just join up on another reckless adventure with him. It's easy to forget that he's Lily's son too, but….bloody hell did he remind me of that tonight."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dora asked dryly.
"When I offered to help them in their mission, I told them about the baby. And Harry….he accused me of abandoning my family to seek a thrill, and he called me a coward."
Dora dropped her anger for a second and her mouth gaped open in surprise. She had never seen Harry look at Remus as anything other than a hero or a surrogate father. She never would have thought the kid capable of ripping Remus a new one like that.
"And….what did you say to that?" Tonks asked him.
"Well," he cleared his throat and continued fidgeting, "After consideration, I admitted that he was right, and I wished him luck and came back."
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Really?"
He hung his head. "No. I blasted him across the room and ran out with my tail between my legs."
Despite herself, she let out a single snort of laughter. He was done speaking, just looking at her like a sad puppy that had gotten caught in the rubbish.
She sighed, and stood up. "Okay, Remus, if this is going to work we need to get two things straight."
He perked up eagerly, willing to do anything she asked at this point.
"First," said Dora, with her hands on her hips, "You need to permanently stop this rubbish about needing to 'punish' yourself for getting me pregnant. You didn't do anything wrong. What do you think it's going to do to our child if they grow up knowing their father thinks they're some kind of abomination who should have never existed."
"I don't—" he started, but stopped himself. He closed his mouth and nodded silently.
"Second, and this is what you really need to learn, apparently," she continued, walking right up to him and poking him hard in the chest, "Listen to me very carefully: I do not love you in spite of the fact that you're a werewolf. It's not something I wish I could erase about you. For better or for worse, this is a part of you, and I love you, you moody, stubborn moron."
Remus was surprised to feel the back of his throat burning and tears forming in his eyes. Her words had hit a spot in him that he hadn't even known existed. He felt overwhelmed and terrified by how much he loved her.
"I promise," he croaked, "No matter what happens, whether they're like me or not, our kid is going to grow up with two parents who love them and are there for them."
Her look finally softened and she seemed on the verge of tears herself. She moved quickly and hugged him as tightly as she could, and he responded so strongly he crushed her against his chest until she couldn't breathe. He buried his face into her hair and his tears started to run.
But then, with his nose pressed into her hair, he breathed in her scent, and his body instantly reacted. His heartbeat quickened and he instantly got hard, and he was disgusted with himself again.
She looked up at him with her eyebrows raised. "Seriously?"
"Sorry," he pleaded, closing his eyes and trying to gain control of himself, "This happened last night too. The knowledge that you're pregnant by me, it makes me so….it's like it triggered something in me. I now constantly feel like I did before the full moon, even though it's not close. I promise I'll get a handle on it."
He looked back at her, and was surprised to find that she wasn't looking at him sardonically and pulling away from him while rolling her eyes, but instead her pupils were dilated. Her breathing had hitched and she was biting her lip.
"Really, babe?" Dora whispered sultrily, rubbing a hand up and down his chest. "Does that drive you crazy, knowing that you've bred your bitch?"
Remus's eyes widened. He knew this had to be some kind of trap. "Dora, what—"
"I feel the same way, Remus," she breathed into his ear as she kissed up his neck, making his eyes flutter shut, "I think it's affected me too."
Her hand drifted down and she palmed his hard cock through his trousers. "Ever since you knocked me up like the slut that I am," she whimpered, "Knowing that I have a piece of you inside of me, it makes me so fucking horny baby."
Enough of Remus's brain was still functioning in lust-filled fog to be horrified that he could have affected her mind like that.
"Dora," he weakly protested, "If that's the case, then we should—"
She cut him off with a searing kiss, and his mind entered thoughtless oblivion. He kissed her back, his hands moving to squeeze her ass and twist his fingers into her short hair. Their mouths dueled as they bit on each other's lips and their tongues wrestled for dominance.
When she needed air, Dora pulled back. "Are you just going to snog me like a schoolboy, old man, or are you going to actually fuck me?"
Remus grunted as he scooped her up and carried her to the spare bedroom. He dropped her unceremoniously on the bed and threw himself on top of her. He rapidly started removing her clothes, desperate to get to her.
But then, Dora grabbed his head and pulled him close so she could look him in the eyes.
"Do not start thinking," she said, "That this means I'm not still royally pissed at you."
He smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it, love." And he kissed her again.
Teddy's probably the only one where I'm going to worry about being completely canon-compliant. I really only care about what's established in the books, not the trivia released on Pottermore.
Okay so I just did a quick edit so that Tonks is called "Tonks" during the sections that are primarily from her POV, and called "Dora" during the sections that are primarily Remus's POV. And if you think that's awkward and inconsistent, the book did it first. When he shows up at Grimmauld Place, Remus refers to her as "Tonks," but then at Shell Cottage he refers to her as "Dora," is it's kind of confusing what he calls her.