Chapter 3

When Remus had finished his floo call to Harry, he went over to the bookshelf, removed a book and sat down in one of the chairs in his sitting room. The book didn't take his mind off of Tonks. He could see her in his mind, dragging him around his quarters, talking non-stop; so fast that he could barely keep up. He snapped the book closed and went back into his bedroom.

"Maybe a nap before dinner," he said to himself, stretching out on his bed. But he still couldn't rid his mind of her.

After about 20 minutes of tossing and turning, he sat up. "A walk around the lake might clear my head." He walked over to the mirror in his sitting room, smoothed his hair and adjusted his robes. "You, my dear, need a wife," the mirror told him. "How about that lovely transfiguration professor?" it said to him. Remus growled and walked out of his quarters, heading for the lake.

"How am I going to make it through the year?" she asked herself. Tonks roamed the castle with no destination in mind. Her thoughts were all centered on the man she had left in Gryffindor's head of house quarters. She started down the steps, headed for the front doors and the distraction of the lake, but she wasn't watching where she was going and got her foot firmly lodged in one of the fake steps. "Well, I guess that I'm stuck here for awhile," she told herself, sitting down and looking around to see if anyone was coming.

"You would think, that after being here for two months, and being stuck in this same step six times, that I would remember that it was here," she said, scrunching up her face in disgust. She allowed her thoughts to wander back to Remus. She hadn't seen him since Harry's birthday, over a year ago. She had tried hard not to think about him, but when Ginny had flooed her about him teaching this year, all of her suppressed feelings for him had risen to the surface. The look on her face must have given her away, because not even an hour later, she sat in the Three Broomsticks, drinking butterbeer with Ginny and Hermione.

**Flashback**

"Okay Tonks, spill it," Ginny told her. "I saw the look on your face, what's going on?" The younger woman reached across the table and took her hand.

"Did Remus do something to you, Tonks?" Hermione asked, patting her other hand.

"I wish," Tonks answered, almost to herself, but the other women had heard her.

"So it's not what he has done, but what he hasn't?" Hermione questioned, not really understanding.

Tonks took a sip of her butterbeer and looked over at them. "He doesn't even seem to notice that I'm female," she complained, "Sometimes I just want to grab him and snog him senseless."

Hermione choked on her butterbeer and Ginny laughed, "Well," Ginny said, "maybe it won't come to that."

Tonks looked across the table at the two women, "I've wanted him since Hermione's fifth year. He just doesn't notice," she dropped her head into her hands.

"Don't worry, we'll help you," Hermione stated.

**End Flashback**

So their plan had begun. The three women had plotted and schemed, but hadn't been able to come up with anything. Ginny had finally gone to Harry, telling him everything, and he had gone to Ginny's brothers. The six men had hatched a plot and aided by many specially created Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the girls had set it into action. Tonks giggled when she thought of all of the products that were in Remus' quarters. Pillows with guided dream spells and spells to make him think of nothing but her on them, a mirror that would tell him that he needed a wife, and then suggest her, books that were spelled to make him think of her, and the padding that covered the room he would use during the full moon, had more spells on it than she could count. Harry was sure that Remus had feelings for her, but wouldn't do anything about them because of his Lycanthropy. Tonks didn't care that he was a werewolf; all she could see was the gentle, quiet man. He was intelligent and witty she loved the gray in his light brown hair, and the laughter and mischief in his hazel eyes.

She sighed and looked up, to see his eyes, twinkling down at her.

"Could you use a hand?"