Nymphadora Tonks was not one known for her deviousness, or bad
behavior, instead it was her clumsiness and blatant goofiness. Well, she
was getting on in age. Well, 29, but still one didn't want to be an old hag
before bearign a child or two. Molly Weasley still looked under 40,
especially with seven children to hound - uh-hem, love. But, one way Remus
would love her would be a child. How could one not love the mother of their
child? It was fool proof. Utterly fool proof. Smiling quite silly to
herself, Tonks dressed for bed. Well this consisted of a pair of panties
and a shirt mind you, but muggle clothing was just so comfy!
Hermione slouched in her parent's wingback chair that she knew she would soon have to abandon due to her muggle parentage. Along with her parents, they would be put under protection until V-Voldemort was put out once and for all. She would stay at school - bliss- while her parents resided in Hogsmeade under close scutiny of the professors. The clueless muggles would have to don wizard clothing, handle a wand - even if it was just a hollow one- , and live as if they knew what they were doing. Hermione's new living was more of a dream like life for her. Studying potions, practicing charms, and swimming in the enchanted lake at Hogwarts. Smirking to herself, she thought about her recent purchases at a local store that specialized in scantily made clothing. The store had taken a special order on her school girl's uniform and the matching undergarments, but it was worth all of her vacation money.
What HAD Tonks been talking about?! She seemed to drift off and the idea, what ever it was, just came to her. Strange, at best, but promising to the lonely girl's life. Anyone could see how much she adored Remus Lupin openly. It was sweet.
*PoP!* Hermione started when her fire place glowed green and she again spoke to someone, this time it was....
"P..Professor Snape!" She gasped. His face looked leaner than the last time she had seen him. His eyes looked almost sunken and his hair dank. Another revel perhaps?
"Miss. Granger, your presence is required sooner than needed and Professor Dumbledore insists that you come immeadiately. Your fireplace has been connected to his office. Just say Dumbledore's Office and you will arrive. This requires the utmost attention." Hermione nodded dumbly as Snape's voice died out. Scrambling, she ran to collect her things from her room.
"Hermione Calliope!" Nikola Granger's stern voice caught Hermione in mid stride up the stairs.
"Yes, mother?" Her voice was unsteady.
"And where do yout hink you're running to in such a hurry?" Nikola's gaze was harder than black diamonds.
"I've been called to Hogwarts sooner than expected and I'm needed now. Professor Snape is in trouble!" Nikola's eyebrows unknitted and shot toward the ceiling.
"This man that you dream about?" Her heavily mixed Greek and English accent was concerned.
"Yes, Ma Ma. Now, please. Let me go, I will owl you soon and tell you where you will be located." Hermoine paused waiting for her mother's affirmation.
"Of course." Hermione took her cue and continued bolting up the stairs.
"Accio wand!" Her willow, 9 and 3/4" with Unicorn Hair interior flew into her hands. "Reducto luggage!" Her belongings shrunk into a compact form. Sweeping the small bundle into her satchel, she hurried down the stairs once more and pinched a bit of floo into her hands.
"We love you." Nikola and Christos Granger stood beside the fire place smiling with tear in their eyes.
"I love you too." Tossing the powder into the fire, it crackled and turned bright green. Crawling in, she turned and watched her parents. "Dumbledore's Office!" Closing her eyes, she felt as if the world was zooming past. She finally felt ground under her feet and she gasped.
"Miss Granger, it seems you have come upon my request! Lemon drop?" Dumbledore's sad ice blue eyes peered at her over the rims of his half moon glasses.
"No, thank you. Sev-- Professor Snape called me, where has he gone?" Hermione asked, slightly hysterical.
"He is resting in his chambers. You've been called early to fill in when he is gone, as a potions assisstant. Seeing that you have the highest marks in the year. He is allowing you to study for his N.E.W.T. classes." He set the glass bowl on his desk. Fawkes cooed as he pecked at his wing. Dumbledore tooks off his glasses and then went to clean them on his robes. "Frankly, Professor Snape is becoming weak from spying for us, as you know he is one. And he needs something to help him along, perhaps you can cajole him into resting more and taking some of his own potions while administering some well needed resistance. He may snap and bite, but I told him that he is unable to take points or give you detentions. if he has a problem, he is to discuss it with me." Dumbledore smiled at her. "Try not to give him too hard of time like Harry is prone to." Readjusting his glasses on his crooked nose, he popped a lemon drop in his mouth. "You are dissmissed."
Hermione nearly squealed with joy. But before she could leave she turned on her way out.
"Where am I to stay?" She asked.
"In the dungeons in a room that connects with Professor Snape's. Just say Goblin Wars and it will reveal itself to you. It's near the Potion's classroom. Good night Miss Granger." Hermione smiled and went quickly toward her rooms.
Severus Snape had never been one to be fuddled, or embarrassed, but seeing his to-be-assistant was quite embarrassing seeing that he looked like a Quidditch wreak. He sat in a large Victorian bathtub full of healing herbs and bath salts from the Dead Sea, along with a rubber duck, a Christmas gift from some idiotic Secret Santa that plagued him every year with some muggle gift. This duck seemed eveil looking. It was red, had little red horn, and a pair of muggle eye protection. It said on the car, when he received it, that his inner duckie was a bad boy and he should bathe with the reminder of what he's seen as. Quite idiotic if you asked him. Flicking the rubber animal, it bobbled along the surface of the water and glided toward the end where his feet lay. His muscles were finally loosening from the cruciatus curse that still spasmatically made his muscles tighten up until his massaged them soft. His lack of sleep from the pain made his eyes sink in and his inability to hold food down made him look like a drown hippogirff with the personality of one too.
"Professor Snape?" The disant but distinct voice of Hermione Granger drifted into his bathroom. In his particular postion, he was stuck. His clothes were sitting on his bed and his wand was buried underneath them.
'How did she get in here?!' He hissed in his head, Sinking so that only his nose and the head above showed, he glared as her footsteps neared the bathroom door. 'Dammit, why did Albus say i couldn't punish her?!'
Hermione stood outside another door and it had to be the bathroom, she heard water, faint breathing, and no movement. He could have passed out, or drowned, or..or! Flinging open the door, she found a very angry Professor Snape majority submerged along with a blood red rubber ducky floating dangerously near his face. Suddenly, a hand popped out of the water and snatched the floating toy.
Hermione stifled a smile and her eyes nearly glowed with mirth. he had kept her little toy that she had found! Maybe the toy battle ship and Creepy Crawly kit was lying about somewhere. Faking embarrassment, she babbled.
"P..Professor! I thought something might have happened to you! You seemed so pained through the floo! I am so sorry! Let em make it up to you!" Rushing forward she pushed up her sleeves and kneeled in front of the tub. "W..what do you use for shampoo?" Snape refuse to raise to mouth level to answer her but merely grumbled underwater with an array of bubbles and gurgles as answers.
'She thinks she's going to wash my hair?! I usually use bar soap, which is actually pig fat, but she won't know that.' He thought to himself. Then he felt some cold goopy liquid drip onto his scalp. The strong smell of peppermint and rosemary hit his nose.
"Since you won't tell me what you use, I plan to just scub your head using mine!" Hermione bit off. More bubbles erupted from the tub. The tub was murky from herbs, bubbles, and other healing medicines she bet, but she could still pick out the faint outline of his body. It seemed too thin for his height and his skin nearly hung from his bones. Kneading his scalp she could her little grunts and could feel part of his tension leave him. Just wait until the loofa! She snickered to herself.
Severus sighed in bliss, Miss Granger's fingers were making his eyelids droop and the tension began to seep from his body. Who would have thought that a simple hair cleaning would have done wonders?! She lifted her hands from his head and swished them under water brushing his back with the backs of her knuckles. They came back only to shove his head under water and send his feet into the air. Her fingers scrubbed ot get the shampoo out only to have him resurface sputtering and cursing. Sitting fully up, he turned to see he had soaked her completely.
"Are you trying to clean me or drown me, Miss Granger?" He said primly.
"I'm rinsing your hair, Professor." She peeled off her outer robes and threw them in a pile by the sink.
"Warn one when preparing to do so. Now get out." He snapped. Being bared to her only made the water seem cool and his body hot.
"I'm not done yet, you need to condition still." She smiled. Holding up yet another bottle, she waved it.
"Do you need to rinse that too?" He sneered.
"No, this one can be left in. It makes your hair seem healthier."
"If you used that in your first three years I decline." Severus barbed her.
"I found this recently, sir." She hissed back. Pressing him into the water, she poured a small amount into her hands and rubbed the peppermint smelling lotion into his hair and scalp.
"If you plan on having this as one of your assisstant duties, I must inform you that it is not." Snape sneered at her.
'Oh, it will be once I'm done. And if I'm right, you'll be doing the same to me all too soon.' Hermione smirked to herself.
Tonks flung open her closet doors when she woke up the next morning, only to be dissapointed. Her clothing was anything but sexy. Not the sort to seduce one Remus Lupin with. She had alot of t-shirts, alot of jeans, and alot of plaid skirts. A relatively punk closet to say the least. Pulling out a green plaid skirt with large safety pins holding several of the pleats together, she threw it onto her bed and stared into the depths of her closet. She needed a cute shirt, something that would keep Remus' attention on them for long periods of time. She was not blessed naturally with breasts, but her morphing ability allowed her give herself them. But, for Remus she wanted him to want her for what she originally is. Finally a black button up caught her eyes. It was short sleeved and had a pocket on the brest with a skull and cross bones wearing a green bow. Furrowing her brow she smiled as the perfect idea came into mind.
Sometimes being a 'B' cup wasn't all that bad.
Remus Lupin sat in his flat pondering one thing that had been occupying his mind for months if not years.
When had he fallen in lust with Nymphadora Tonks?!
Of course he had known her since she was but a wee lass, but until recently had his groin began to tighten and he felt like howling at the moon when he caught a glimpse of her creamy skin. She had been acting quite strangely as well since Sirius had died as well. She tended to stare into space, usually in his direction, and was caught mumbling to herself more than usual. Her quirky hair, that made him smile when she would scrunch her face up and change its color, amused him and made him think of having.......... Whoa whoa whoa, stop the nimbus here. His thoughts were going in a wrong direction for his best friends little cousin.
Several knocks on his flat's door caught and diverted his attention. Rising from his chair, he made his way to the door. Making his wand at the ready, he opened it to see....
"Nymphadora?!" Remus had to keep himself from dropping his jaw and bending double fromt he punch of lust to his gut.
"Hi, Remus. How're you?" She asked in a voice that seemed unnatural for her.
"Fine." He wheezed. He felt as if he had an iron rod in his pants and every ounce of air had e4scaped his lungs.
"Are you okay?" She steeped forward and went on tiptoe to take a closer look at his red face. "Maybe you need to sit down." She pushed him back towards the chair he had once occupied and bent over to look him in the eyes. "Better?" Her voice took on a double meaning with that tone.
Remus blinked hard while nodding. With her bent over he could see what originally set him off. The little nymph she was had discarded wearing a bra under the button up leaving the polyester cotton blend shirt to hug every curve of her cute little body. Groaing, he leaned forward the give his aching erection more space in his now too tight of pants.
"Let me get you some tea." Spinning quickly, he nearly groaned again as the pleated skirt flared showing him a glimped of the smooth rear she had hidden for all these years.
"Sweet Merlin!" He hissed to himself. He glanced up to see her boiling water for the tea shaking her bum to and fro like some rock goddess. Her calves were encased in lase up boots that would make a hooker blush while fishnet stockings went to her mid thigh only to be helt up by garter straps. What had Hermione said when she talked about Muggle terms? Oh yes. "Sweet Jesus!" He coughed to cover up his mumbling. Nymphadora turned to look at him and smiled.
'Like taking candy from a baby!' She laughed in her head. Remus was going quicker than she'd imagined. Pouring the tea, she turned to see Remus resting on his forearms that rested on his thighs trying to hide the massive erection she noticed when she had leaned into him before.
"Here Remus, your tea." Leaning over him, she placed the cup and saucer on the small table. Tonks smiled when she heard him swallow hard. "Remus?" She looked over he shoulder to flutter her eyes at him.
"Aw shit." He growled, since she walked in the door he could smell the arousal on her. His hands lifted from his legs to grasp her hips and drag her across his lap and fit her head onto the crook of his arm and kissed Nymphadora with the pent up passion that had been sleeping inside him for ages.
Slanting his lips he deepened the kiss to taste her from inside her mouth. Her tongue shyly swept the inside of his mouth. Surging to his feet with Nymphadora in his arms, he began to stagger toward his bedroom, or atleast a soft surface.
"Where's your room?" Tonks breathed against his lips.
"I'm getting there!" Remus groaned as hsi bit at her lips. Finally kicking open his door, he tossed her onto his cobalt blue bed and silver pillows. Tonks crossed her legs as a last ditch at modesty which soon became irrellavent from the look venting from Lupin's eyes. Lust.
"Remus?" Tonks asked as the lights suddenly went out.
"Nymphadora, this day has been coming for quite a while." Remus smiled guiley as his face appeared inches from hers.
The plan wasn't going right. Not right at all.
Hermione slouched in her parent's wingback chair that she knew she would soon have to abandon due to her muggle parentage. Along with her parents, they would be put under protection until V-Voldemort was put out once and for all. She would stay at school - bliss- while her parents resided in Hogsmeade under close scutiny of the professors. The clueless muggles would have to don wizard clothing, handle a wand - even if it was just a hollow one- , and live as if they knew what they were doing. Hermione's new living was more of a dream like life for her. Studying potions, practicing charms, and swimming in the enchanted lake at Hogwarts. Smirking to herself, she thought about her recent purchases at a local store that specialized in scantily made clothing. The store had taken a special order on her school girl's uniform and the matching undergarments, but it was worth all of her vacation money.
What HAD Tonks been talking about?! She seemed to drift off and the idea, what ever it was, just came to her. Strange, at best, but promising to the lonely girl's life. Anyone could see how much she adored Remus Lupin openly. It was sweet.
*PoP!* Hermione started when her fire place glowed green and she again spoke to someone, this time it was....
"P..Professor Snape!" She gasped. His face looked leaner than the last time she had seen him. His eyes looked almost sunken and his hair dank. Another revel perhaps?
"Miss. Granger, your presence is required sooner than needed and Professor Dumbledore insists that you come immeadiately. Your fireplace has been connected to his office. Just say Dumbledore's Office and you will arrive. This requires the utmost attention." Hermione nodded dumbly as Snape's voice died out. Scrambling, she ran to collect her things from her room.
"Hermione Calliope!" Nikola Granger's stern voice caught Hermione in mid stride up the stairs.
"Yes, mother?" Her voice was unsteady.
"And where do yout hink you're running to in such a hurry?" Nikola's gaze was harder than black diamonds.
"I've been called to Hogwarts sooner than expected and I'm needed now. Professor Snape is in trouble!" Nikola's eyebrows unknitted and shot toward the ceiling.
"This man that you dream about?" Her heavily mixed Greek and English accent was concerned.
"Yes, Ma Ma. Now, please. Let me go, I will owl you soon and tell you where you will be located." Hermoine paused waiting for her mother's affirmation.
"Of course." Hermione took her cue and continued bolting up the stairs.
"Accio wand!" Her willow, 9 and 3/4" with Unicorn Hair interior flew into her hands. "Reducto luggage!" Her belongings shrunk into a compact form. Sweeping the small bundle into her satchel, she hurried down the stairs once more and pinched a bit of floo into her hands.
"We love you." Nikola and Christos Granger stood beside the fire place smiling with tear in their eyes.
"I love you too." Tossing the powder into the fire, it crackled and turned bright green. Crawling in, she turned and watched her parents. "Dumbledore's Office!" Closing her eyes, she felt as if the world was zooming past. She finally felt ground under her feet and she gasped.
"Miss Granger, it seems you have come upon my request! Lemon drop?" Dumbledore's sad ice blue eyes peered at her over the rims of his half moon glasses.
"No, thank you. Sev-- Professor Snape called me, where has he gone?" Hermione asked, slightly hysterical.
"He is resting in his chambers. You've been called early to fill in when he is gone, as a potions assisstant. Seeing that you have the highest marks in the year. He is allowing you to study for his N.E.W.T. classes." He set the glass bowl on his desk. Fawkes cooed as he pecked at his wing. Dumbledore tooks off his glasses and then went to clean them on his robes. "Frankly, Professor Snape is becoming weak from spying for us, as you know he is one. And he needs something to help him along, perhaps you can cajole him into resting more and taking some of his own potions while administering some well needed resistance. He may snap and bite, but I told him that he is unable to take points or give you detentions. if he has a problem, he is to discuss it with me." Dumbledore smiled at her. "Try not to give him too hard of time like Harry is prone to." Readjusting his glasses on his crooked nose, he popped a lemon drop in his mouth. "You are dissmissed."
Hermione nearly squealed with joy. But before she could leave she turned on her way out.
"Where am I to stay?" She asked.
"In the dungeons in a room that connects with Professor Snape's. Just say Goblin Wars and it will reveal itself to you. It's near the Potion's classroom. Good night Miss Granger." Hermione smiled and went quickly toward her rooms.
Severus Snape had never been one to be fuddled, or embarrassed, but seeing his to-be-assistant was quite embarrassing seeing that he looked like a Quidditch wreak. He sat in a large Victorian bathtub full of healing herbs and bath salts from the Dead Sea, along with a rubber duck, a Christmas gift from some idiotic Secret Santa that plagued him every year with some muggle gift. This duck seemed eveil looking. It was red, had little red horn, and a pair of muggle eye protection. It said on the car, when he received it, that his inner duckie was a bad boy and he should bathe with the reminder of what he's seen as. Quite idiotic if you asked him. Flicking the rubber animal, it bobbled along the surface of the water and glided toward the end where his feet lay. His muscles were finally loosening from the cruciatus curse that still spasmatically made his muscles tighten up until his massaged them soft. His lack of sleep from the pain made his eyes sink in and his inability to hold food down made him look like a drown hippogirff with the personality of one too.
"Professor Snape?" The disant but distinct voice of Hermione Granger drifted into his bathroom. In his particular postion, he was stuck. His clothes were sitting on his bed and his wand was buried underneath them.
'How did she get in here?!' He hissed in his head, Sinking so that only his nose and the head above showed, he glared as her footsteps neared the bathroom door. 'Dammit, why did Albus say i couldn't punish her?!'
Hermione stood outside another door and it had to be the bathroom, she heard water, faint breathing, and no movement. He could have passed out, or drowned, or..or! Flinging open the door, she found a very angry Professor Snape majority submerged along with a blood red rubber ducky floating dangerously near his face. Suddenly, a hand popped out of the water and snatched the floating toy.
Hermione stifled a smile and her eyes nearly glowed with mirth. he had kept her little toy that she had found! Maybe the toy battle ship and Creepy Crawly kit was lying about somewhere. Faking embarrassment, she babbled.
"P..Professor! I thought something might have happened to you! You seemed so pained through the floo! I am so sorry! Let em make it up to you!" Rushing forward she pushed up her sleeves and kneeled in front of the tub. "W..what do you use for shampoo?" Snape refuse to raise to mouth level to answer her but merely grumbled underwater with an array of bubbles and gurgles as answers.
'She thinks she's going to wash my hair?! I usually use bar soap, which is actually pig fat, but she won't know that.' He thought to himself. Then he felt some cold goopy liquid drip onto his scalp. The strong smell of peppermint and rosemary hit his nose.
"Since you won't tell me what you use, I plan to just scub your head using mine!" Hermione bit off. More bubbles erupted from the tub. The tub was murky from herbs, bubbles, and other healing medicines she bet, but she could still pick out the faint outline of his body. It seemed too thin for his height and his skin nearly hung from his bones. Kneading his scalp she could her little grunts and could feel part of his tension leave him. Just wait until the loofa! She snickered to herself.
Severus sighed in bliss, Miss Granger's fingers were making his eyelids droop and the tension began to seep from his body. Who would have thought that a simple hair cleaning would have done wonders?! She lifted her hands from his head and swished them under water brushing his back with the backs of her knuckles. They came back only to shove his head under water and send his feet into the air. Her fingers scrubbed ot get the shampoo out only to have him resurface sputtering and cursing. Sitting fully up, he turned to see he had soaked her completely.
"Are you trying to clean me or drown me, Miss Granger?" He said primly.
"I'm rinsing your hair, Professor." She peeled off her outer robes and threw them in a pile by the sink.
"Warn one when preparing to do so. Now get out." He snapped. Being bared to her only made the water seem cool and his body hot.
"I'm not done yet, you need to condition still." She smiled. Holding up yet another bottle, she waved it.
"Do you need to rinse that too?" He sneered.
"No, this one can be left in. It makes your hair seem healthier."
"If you used that in your first three years I decline." Severus barbed her.
"I found this recently, sir." She hissed back. Pressing him into the water, she poured a small amount into her hands and rubbed the peppermint smelling lotion into his hair and scalp.
"If you plan on having this as one of your assisstant duties, I must inform you that it is not." Snape sneered at her.
'Oh, it will be once I'm done. And if I'm right, you'll be doing the same to me all too soon.' Hermione smirked to herself.
Tonks flung open her closet doors when she woke up the next morning, only to be dissapointed. Her clothing was anything but sexy. Not the sort to seduce one Remus Lupin with. She had alot of t-shirts, alot of jeans, and alot of plaid skirts. A relatively punk closet to say the least. Pulling out a green plaid skirt with large safety pins holding several of the pleats together, she threw it onto her bed and stared into the depths of her closet. She needed a cute shirt, something that would keep Remus' attention on them for long periods of time. She was not blessed naturally with breasts, but her morphing ability allowed her give herself them. But, for Remus she wanted him to want her for what she originally is. Finally a black button up caught her eyes. It was short sleeved and had a pocket on the brest with a skull and cross bones wearing a green bow. Furrowing her brow she smiled as the perfect idea came into mind.
Sometimes being a 'B' cup wasn't all that bad.
Remus Lupin sat in his flat pondering one thing that had been occupying his mind for months if not years.
When had he fallen in lust with Nymphadora Tonks?!
Of course he had known her since she was but a wee lass, but until recently had his groin began to tighten and he felt like howling at the moon when he caught a glimpse of her creamy skin. She had been acting quite strangely as well since Sirius had died as well. She tended to stare into space, usually in his direction, and was caught mumbling to herself more than usual. Her quirky hair, that made him smile when she would scrunch her face up and change its color, amused him and made him think of having.......... Whoa whoa whoa, stop the nimbus here. His thoughts were going in a wrong direction for his best friends little cousin.
Several knocks on his flat's door caught and diverted his attention. Rising from his chair, he made his way to the door. Making his wand at the ready, he opened it to see....
"Nymphadora?!" Remus had to keep himself from dropping his jaw and bending double fromt he punch of lust to his gut.
"Hi, Remus. How're you?" She asked in a voice that seemed unnatural for her.
"Fine." He wheezed. He felt as if he had an iron rod in his pants and every ounce of air had e4scaped his lungs.
"Are you okay?" She steeped forward and went on tiptoe to take a closer look at his red face. "Maybe you need to sit down." She pushed him back towards the chair he had once occupied and bent over to look him in the eyes. "Better?" Her voice took on a double meaning with that tone.
Remus blinked hard while nodding. With her bent over he could see what originally set him off. The little nymph she was had discarded wearing a bra under the button up leaving the polyester cotton blend shirt to hug every curve of her cute little body. Groaing, he leaned forward the give his aching erection more space in his now too tight of pants.
"Let me get you some tea." Spinning quickly, he nearly groaned again as the pleated skirt flared showing him a glimped of the smooth rear she had hidden for all these years.
"Sweet Merlin!" He hissed to himself. He glanced up to see her boiling water for the tea shaking her bum to and fro like some rock goddess. Her calves were encased in lase up boots that would make a hooker blush while fishnet stockings went to her mid thigh only to be helt up by garter straps. What had Hermione said when she talked about Muggle terms? Oh yes. "Sweet Jesus!" He coughed to cover up his mumbling. Nymphadora turned to look at him and smiled.
'Like taking candy from a baby!' She laughed in her head. Remus was going quicker than she'd imagined. Pouring the tea, she turned to see Remus resting on his forearms that rested on his thighs trying to hide the massive erection she noticed when she had leaned into him before.
"Here Remus, your tea." Leaning over him, she placed the cup and saucer on the small table. Tonks smiled when she heard him swallow hard. "Remus?" She looked over he shoulder to flutter her eyes at him.
"Aw shit." He growled, since she walked in the door he could smell the arousal on her. His hands lifted from his legs to grasp her hips and drag her across his lap and fit her head onto the crook of his arm and kissed Nymphadora with the pent up passion that had been sleeping inside him for ages.
Slanting his lips he deepened the kiss to taste her from inside her mouth. Her tongue shyly swept the inside of his mouth. Surging to his feet with Nymphadora in his arms, he began to stagger toward his bedroom, or atleast a soft surface.
"Where's your room?" Tonks breathed against his lips.
"I'm getting there!" Remus groaned as hsi bit at her lips. Finally kicking open his door, he tossed her onto his cobalt blue bed and silver pillows. Tonks crossed her legs as a last ditch at modesty which soon became irrellavent from the look venting from Lupin's eyes. Lust.
"Remus?" Tonks asked as the lights suddenly went out.
"Nymphadora, this day has been coming for quite a while." Remus smiled guiley as his face appeared inches from hers.
The plan wasn't going right. Not right at all.