Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter. Yes, I own the plot line. But
wonderful Tonks and amazing, spectacular, too good for words Remus Lupin
belongs to JK Rowling. So does everything else Harry Potter related. You
all know that, or you probably wouldn't be here about to read this.
Author's Note: Why, helloooooo there! How are you this fine evening? I'm doing quite swell myself. This is just a little one shot, no plot, piece of fluff that came to me the other night as I sat in my SAT Prep Course. I was staring quite dreamingly as the incredibly sexy yet at the same time amazingly dorky kid who sits across from me (those blue eyes! That dark, unruly hair! His intelligence! Sigh. I want him.), and for some reason, this just popped in my head. It has nothing to do with Dreamy SAT Boy (a.k.a. Daniel) but, whatever. Hope you like it. Even though you probably wont because it's completely and utterly pointless but...oh well.
Nymphadora Tonks was many things. She was a Hogwart's graduate, a trained Auror, a former Gryffindor, a present member of the Order of the Phoenix, and quite clumsy. She was known to have a quick sense of humor, was actually seemingly intelligent, and considered herself in good shape. She saw herself as many things, but the one thing Nymphadora Tonks never saw herself as was jealous.
And sweet Merlin, she was jealous.
She tried to tell herself she wasn't. Really, she had. She had denied all feelings of jealousy until she felt like she was damn well near combustion. And honestly, he really wasn't helping the matter. Oh, no, not at all. In fact, he just kept making it worse and worse.
At first she assured herself she had heard it wrong. But no, her ears were not deceiving her. She quite clearly heard a certain sandy haired, amber-eyed werewolf tell his bestfriend repeatedly about a certain lady of his. Just the other day she had walked by the kitchen door just in time to hear – "Honestly, Sirius? I've never felt like this about any other woman in my whole entire life."
She wasn't jealous. Really.
Okay, she was really jealous. Really, really, really, I-Could- Continue-With-Thousands-Of-Reallys jealous. If only he would just mention once the damn mystery woman's name! Then she could find out who it is. Find out where she lived...
Not that she would stalk her down or anything. No, Nymphadora Tonks was much too mature and noble then to stoop to stalking down any woman Remus Lupin had his eye on.
Who was she kidding? She was head over heels for the man. Any threat had to be eliminated. Okay, not eliminated, per say, but...pushed aside.
And there he goes again! Honestly, how many times can Sirius and him talk about the same damnable girl?
"Well, Moony, I think its time you stop acting like a bloody little girl and actually tell her. You're not gonna get anywhere by just sitting around and telling me how much you like her." Sirius' voice sounded from the living room. Tonks stayed in her position on the first landing, staying back in the shadows. She wasn't eavesdropping or anything. Truly, she wasn't. She was just happening to overhear.
Remus sighed. "I know Padfoot, I know. But you know how I am around woman. When it comes to just talking to them like a friend, I'm fine. If I try and actually talk about my feelings towards her, right to her, I might pass out." Sirius laughed, and leaned back in his chair. "I suppose I should invite her to Hogsmeade, maybe? Ask her to get a drink with me at The Three Broomsticks?"
Tonks was quite aware that she was clenching her fists tighter and tighter with every word he spoke.
"There you go, Moony! Now you're thinking. Ask her casually, and then, while you're both sitting there, move in for the kill." Remus rolled his eyes.
"I'll be lucky if I can get the words out without stuttering too much, nevermind going in for the kill, as you like to put it. I just...I just don't want to mess this up. There's too much at stake. If this goes wrong, our friendship could be lost forever."
AH HAH! So this woman was a friend of his then, huh? That narrowed it down somewhat. She quickly began going over the females in the Order. Hermione and Ginny? Too young. Minerva? Not really his type. She was more...Dumbledore's type. She shuddered at the thought before moving on. Molly? No, Remus was no homewrecker. Hestia Jones? Emmeline Vance? Possible. What about that astronomy professor at Hogwarts? Augria what's her name? She considered it for a moment, but then ruled her out. She seemed to have a little something something going on with Snape, God help her.
Merlin, she had good detective skills. She was narrowing down the list of suspects, that's for sure.
"So it's settled. I'll ask her tonight, after the meeting, if she'll join me Friday. That gives me two days to think about what I'm actually going to say to her when we are at The Three Broomsticks. That is if she willing to go..." Remus was saying, as he and Sirius stood. Tonks quietly slipped back upstairs. The Order meeting was only two hours away. And then it was show time.
"Hello, 'Dora." Remus grinned at her as she made her way into the meeting. She blew a piece of long, dark hair out of her face and smiled back, her stomach flip-flopping. Why did he have to smile like that at her? Good Lord.
"Wotcher, Remus." She sat in the chair across from him, the only empty space, and, unfortunately, the seat right next to Snape. She glanced at Snape and then back to Remus, who shrugged sympathetically. Snape, of course, was sneering. He could be such a –
"Bastard." Augria-What's-Her-Name had finished Tonks thought as she glared at Snape. Snape just sneered back at her.
"Twit." He muttered. Augria rolled her eyes. Hah. She liked this Augria character. She seemed to be the only one who could put Snape in his place. Just then, Dumbledore rose to his feet, and silence engulfed the long table.
I will not fall asleep. I will not fall asleep. This is an extremely important meeting. Extremely important. I will not fall asleep. Tonks repeated the command to herself over and over, willing herself to obey. She couldn't help that her eyelids were slowly closing. Only five more minutes, she told herself, forcing her eyes wide, and then it was done. Damn heavy eyelids. Wouldn't. Stay. Open.
Tonk's sighed and resorted in holding her eyelids up with her fingers. Oh well. It was better then nothing. She glanced across the table to find Lupin staring quite amused back at her. Damn him and his smirks. And his sandy blond hair, with its little specks of gray. Damn those amber eyes that were always dancing, and his slightly shabby robes. Damn that damn woman he was going to ask out after this dreadful meeting was adjourned.
"That will be all. You will be summoned with the next meeting date shortly. Thank you for being here." Dumbledore smiled at them all, and the sound of chairs scraping against the tile floor of the kitchen could be heard as people stood to leave. Tonks stood, stretching her arms over her head. She shot one glance at Remus, who hadn't risen from his chair yet and was looking noticeably paler as he stared at his hands. He's nervous. Damn the woman who makes him nervous.
She made a note to herself to slowly eliminate 'damn' from her vocabulary. She used it entirely too much.
She strolled across the room, making her way close to the entrance. She secured herself a spot where she was at a far enough distance from him, but close enough so she could see him approach the mystery woman of his dreams. She distractedly stuck her hand in her pockets and tried to pretend like she wasn't watching.
"Oy, Tonks!" Tonks glanced over at the sound of her name to see Fred – or was it George? – Weasley making his way over to her.
"Hello...er..."
"George." He said, rolling his eyes, but grinning. "How was the meeting?"
"I'm not telling." She said automatically, keeping an eye on Remus who had finally risen from his chair. Out of the corner of her eye she also spotted Sirius watching him expectantly, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Aw, come on Tonks. Just give us a few details. We're dying here!" George begged, clearly having had hoped that Tonks would reveal Order business to him and the other members still too young to have joined.
"Nope. Sorry." Tonks watched him slowly walk around the table. Who was he heading to? Emmeline Vance was closest to him, talking to Mundungus Fletcher. Tonks knew she never liked her.
"Okay, Tonks, just tell me this? Did Dumbledore appoint a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for Hogwarts yet? Did he mention anything at all about the position?"
"He hasn't yet appointed anyone." Tonks told him, shrugging. Here he goes...he's walking straight up to her and Dung...and straight past her? Okay, cross out Emmeline Vance.
"Are you sure?" George insisted. Tonks nodded. Okay, he was now almost on her side of the kitchen. And he was going right to...Hestia Jones. Hmph. Another woman she knew she was never fond of. Damn woman.
Oh right. No damn. She wasn't allowed to use that word anymore.
Horrid woman. Hestia Jones was a horrid woman that Remus Lupin clearly....just walked by. Tonks, who had clearly shut George out by now, looked around her. Who was left? Minerva was on the other side of the room! And there was Augria, arguing with, who else, but Snape. There were other woman scattered here and there, but who was Remus going to go to? She was going mad! Insane! She had to know! She must find out! Who was he going to? He seemed to be walking right in her direction, but there was no woman around her. Had someone left without Tonks noticing, and Remus was going to follow her? He grew nearer and nearer and she continued looking over her shoulder, waiting for some perfect woman to come walking through the door and into Remus' – she felt a hand clasp her shoulder and she turned her head to find herself face to face with that damn sandy hair, and those damn amber eyes, and that damn nervous smile crossing his face.
"Hello 'Dora. I was wondering if you were busy Friday night?"
Author's Note: Why, helloooooo there! How are you this fine evening? I'm doing quite swell myself. This is just a little one shot, no plot, piece of fluff that came to me the other night as I sat in my SAT Prep Course. I was staring quite dreamingly as the incredibly sexy yet at the same time amazingly dorky kid who sits across from me (those blue eyes! That dark, unruly hair! His intelligence! Sigh. I want him.), and for some reason, this just popped in my head. It has nothing to do with Dreamy SAT Boy (a.k.a. Daniel) but, whatever. Hope you like it. Even though you probably wont because it's completely and utterly pointless but...oh well.
Nymphadora Tonks was many things. She was a Hogwart's graduate, a trained Auror, a former Gryffindor, a present member of the Order of the Phoenix, and quite clumsy. She was known to have a quick sense of humor, was actually seemingly intelligent, and considered herself in good shape. She saw herself as many things, but the one thing Nymphadora Tonks never saw herself as was jealous.
And sweet Merlin, she was jealous.
She tried to tell herself she wasn't. Really, she had. She had denied all feelings of jealousy until she felt like she was damn well near combustion. And honestly, he really wasn't helping the matter. Oh, no, not at all. In fact, he just kept making it worse and worse.
At first she assured herself she had heard it wrong. But no, her ears were not deceiving her. She quite clearly heard a certain sandy haired, amber-eyed werewolf tell his bestfriend repeatedly about a certain lady of his. Just the other day she had walked by the kitchen door just in time to hear – "Honestly, Sirius? I've never felt like this about any other woman in my whole entire life."
She wasn't jealous. Really.
Okay, she was really jealous. Really, really, really, I-Could- Continue-With-Thousands-Of-Reallys jealous. If only he would just mention once the damn mystery woman's name! Then she could find out who it is. Find out where she lived...
Not that she would stalk her down or anything. No, Nymphadora Tonks was much too mature and noble then to stoop to stalking down any woman Remus Lupin had his eye on.
Who was she kidding? She was head over heels for the man. Any threat had to be eliminated. Okay, not eliminated, per say, but...pushed aside.
And there he goes again! Honestly, how many times can Sirius and him talk about the same damnable girl?
"Well, Moony, I think its time you stop acting like a bloody little girl and actually tell her. You're not gonna get anywhere by just sitting around and telling me how much you like her." Sirius' voice sounded from the living room. Tonks stayed in her position on the first landing, staying back in the shadows. She wasn't eavesdropping or anything. Truly, she wasn't. She was just happening to overhear.
Remus sighed. "I know Padfoot, I know. But you know how I am around woman. When it comes to just talking to them like a friend, I'm fine. If I try and actually talk about my feelings towards her, right to her, I might pass out." Sirius laughed, and leaned back in his chair. "I suppose I should invite her to Hogsmeade, maybe? Ask her to get a drink with me at The Three Broomsticks?"
Tonks was quite aware that she was clenching her fists tighter and tighter with every word he spoke.
"There you go, Moony! Now you're thinking. Ask her casually, and then, while you're both sitting there, move in for the kill." Remus rolled his eyes.
"I'll be lucky if I can get the words out without stuttering too much, nevermind going in for the kill, as you like to put it. I just...I just don't want to mess this up. There's too much at stake. If this goes wrong, our friendship could be lost forever."
AH HAH! So this woman was a friend of his then, huh? That narrowed it down somewhat. She quickly began going over the females in the Order. Hermione and Ginny? Too young. Minerva? Not really his type. She was more...Dumbledore's type. She shuddered at the thought before moving on. Molly? No, Remus was no homewrecker. Hestia Jones? Emmeline Vance? Possible. What about that astronomy professor at Hogwarts? Augria what's her name? She considered it for a moment, but then ruled her out. She seemed to have a little something something going on with Snape, God help her.
Merlin, she had good detective skills. She was narrowing down the list of suspects, that's for sure.
"So it's settled. I'll ask her tonight, after the meeting, if she'll join me Friday. That gives me two days to think about what I'm actually going to say to her when we are at The Three Broomsticks. That is if she willing to go..." Remus was saying, as he and Sirius stood. Tonks quietly slipped back upstairs. The Order meeting was only two hours away. And then it was show time.
"Hello, 'Dora." Remus grinned at her as she made her way into the meeting. She blew a piece of long, dark hair out of her face and smiled back, her stomach flip-flopping. Why did he have to smile like that at her? Good Lord.
"Wotcher, Remus." She sat in the chair across from him, the only empty space, and, unfortunately, the seat right next to Snape. She glanced at Snape and then back to Remus, who shrugged sympathetically. Snape, of course, was sneering. He could be such a –
"Bastard." Augria-What's-Her-Name had finished Tonks thought as she glared at Snape. Snape just sneered back at her.
"Twit." He muttered. Augria rolled her eyes. Hah. She liked this Augria character. She seemed to be the only one who could put Snape in his place. Just then, Dumbledore rose to his feet, and silence engulfed the long table.
I will not fall asleep. I will not fall asleep. This is an extremely important meeting. Extremely important. I will not fall asleep. Tonks repeated the command to herself over and over, willing herself to obey. She couldn't help that her eyelids were slowly closing. Only five more minutes, she told herself, forcing her eyes wide, and then it was done. Damn heavy eyelids. Wouldn't. Stay. Open.
Tonk's sighed and resorted in holding her eyelids up with her fingers. Oh well. It was better then nothing. She glanced across the table to find Lupin staring quite amused back at her. Damn him and his smirks. And his sandy blond hair, with its little specks of gray. Damn those amber eyes that were always dancing, and his slightly shabby robes. Damn that damn woman he was going to ask out after this dreadful meeting was adjourned.
"That will be all. You will be summoned with the next meeting date shortly. Thank you for being here." Dumbledore smiled at them all, and the sound of chairs scraping against the tile floor of the kitchen could be heard as people stood to leave. Tonks stood, stretching her arms over her head. She shot one glance at Remus, who hadn't risen from his chair yet and was looking noticeably paler as he stared at his hands. He's nervous. Damn the woman who makes him nervous.
She made a note to herself to slowly eliminate 'damn' from her vocabulary. She used it entirely too much.
She strolled across the room, making her way close to the entrance. She secured herself a spot where she was at a far enough distance from him, but close enough so she could see him approach the mystery woman of his dreams. She distractedly stuck her hand in her pockets and tried to pretend like she wasn't watching.
"Oy, Tonks!" Tonks glanced over at the sound of her name to see Fred – or was it George? – Weasley making his way over to her.
"Hello...er..."
"George." He said, rolling his eyes, but grinning. "How was the meeting?"
"I'm not telling." She said automatically, keeping an eye on Remus who had finally risen from his chair. Out of the corner of her eye she also spotted Sirius watching him expectantly, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Aw, come on Tonks. Just give us a few details. We're dying here!" George begged, clearly having had hoped that Tonks would reveal Order business to him and the other members still too young to have joined.
"Nope. Sorry." Tonks watched him slowly walk around the table. Who was he heading to? Emmeline Vance was closest to him, talking to Mundungus Fletcher. Tonks knew she never liked her.
"Okay, Tonks, just tell me this? Did Dumbledore appoint a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for Hogwarts yet? Did he mention anything at all about the position?"
"He hasn't yet appointed anyone." Tonks told him, shrugging. Here he goes...he's walking straight up to her and Dung...and straight past her? Okay, cross out Emmeline Vance.
"Are you sure?" George insisted. Tonks nodded. Okay, he was now almost on her side of the kitchen. And he was going right to...Hestia Jones. Hmph. Another woman she knew she was never fond of. Damn woman.
Oh right. No damn. She wasn't allowed to use that word anymore.
Horrid woman. Hestia Jones was a horrid woman that Remus Lupin clearly....just walked by. Tonks, who had clearly shut George out by now, looked around her. Who was left? Minerva was on the other side of the room! And there was Augria, arguing with, who else, but Snape. There were other woman scattered here and there, but who was Remus going to go to? She was going mad! Insane! She had to know! She must find out! Who was he going to? He seemed to be walking right in her direction, but there was no woman around her. Had someone left without Tonks noticing, and Remus was going to follow her? He grew nearer and nearer and she continued looking over her shoulder, waiting for some perfect woman to come walking through the door and into Remus' – she felt a hand clasp her shoulder and she turned her head to find herself face to face with that damn sandy hair, and those damn amber eyes, and that damn nervous smile crossing his face.
"Hello 'Dora. I was wondering if you were busy Friday night?"