A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I've changed the rating, because after writing
this chapter, I felt it was more than PG-13. You can call it R just in
case, if you want. :-)
Luver-of-Tom: Thanks, but... what do you mean not to forget about Rain of Blue? What is Rain of Blue?...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Why hello, Remus."
"Hi, Tonks."
"Where is my picture?"
"What picture?" Remus asked, pretending not to know what she was talking about.
"Remus – give it to me. I know you've got it somewhere here!"
"Really, I've no idea what you're talking about," he replied, acting confused.
Tonks threw herself at his drawers, pulling them all out and spilling their contents on the floor. Completely ignoring Remus's loud protests, she hurried over to his bed and started messing with the sheets.
"Stop it!" cried Remus.
Still ignoring him, Tonks ran over to the closet. "Where – the hell – have you – got it?!" she groaned as she started searching inside the closet.
"Do you really think I'd hide such a precious picture in my drawers, or in my closet, or in my bed?" Remus snorted. "You really don't know me at all!"
"AHA!" she yelled and jumped on him.
"What the – "Remus tried to avoid her, but she had grabbed him hard and they both fell onto the floor. She pressed his back against it and started to tickle him.
"You're nuts!" Remus shouted.
"Maybe. But I will find that picture!" said Tonks determinedly. She stuck her hands inside his jacket.
"Stop it!" Remus laughed. "I'm ticklish! Stop it!"
But she wouldn't stop. "Tell me where you've got it!" she demanded, still tickling him, making him roll around on the floor, laughing. "I won't stop tickling you until you tell me where you've got my picture!"
"Well, if you really want to know, I've planned this beforehand," said Remus, panting. "I knew you'd be frantic. So I've decided to make it hard for you."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I have got the picture on me. So look for it on me. Better look hard," said Remus and winked.
"Oh, I see what you're doing," Tonks grinned, starting to pull off his jacket. He sat up and let her take it off him. "But this time, I'll let you trick me into it," she said, unbuttoning his shirt and starting to kiss the newly exposed skin.
Five minutes later, she found the picture, which was buried underneath Remus's undershirt. She grabbed it and looked at it carefully. "Oh, they're so CUTE together!" she moaned. "They're PERFECT!"
"I thought so too," Remus grinned.
"This is great!" said Tonks, "I'm keeping it."
"No problem. Now, hide it somewhere on your body... and let me look for it."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"You know there's a party tomorrow," Remus told Sirius. "At the Weasleys. Everyone will be there, there'll be music and Molly's cooking. Are you coming?"
"I don't know," Sirius groaned, "I'm kind of tired."
"Don't stand here making dumb excuses. You're embrrassed to see Hermione again – aren't you, Padfoot!"
"What?! Are you KIDDING? I'm not embarrased!"
"Yeah, right," Remus grinned. "You're embarrassed because you've kissed her. You don't want to see her – because you might kiss her again, unable to control your passion!"
"Listen to me," Sirius started angrily, "first of all, SHE kissed ME, and second – "
"You want me to show you that picture? You were definitely kissing her. Any idiot can see that."
"I am NOT embarrassed – "
"Prove it."
"What?"
"Prove it," Remus repeated. "Prove me you will not be embarrassed to see her."
"And how am I going to prove you that?!"
"Come to the party. When there's music, ask her for a dance. That'll prove you're not embrrassed at all," Remus replied.
"I am NOT asking an eighteen-year-old for a dance, Moony."
"Then don't," said Remus, shrugging. "But then, you're proving my point. You're embarrassed. You feel guilty about liking her kissing you, about kissing her back, about the fact that she's twenty years younger than you. You're embarrassed!"
"I am not! Am not!" cried Sirius angrily.
Remus snickered. "We'll see at the party tomorrow," he said, leaving the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Party time!
"Hermione, wanna dance?" Harry asked. He was standing in front of her, smiling. He definitely looked good. His black hair was messy in a way that made you want to mess it even more. His green eyes were sparkling, and he was wearing sleeveless white shirt that was exposing his muscles. Hermione was almost tempted – but no.
"Sure," she answered, took his hand and let him guide her to the dancing area on the other side of the yard, where other couples were dancing. Sure, she didn't care dancing with him... but nothing more than that.
As they were dancing, Hermione had the strangest feeling that someone was watching her from behind. They were revolving slowly on the spot, so when she had a chance to look back, she did. And there he was – Sirius. Her heart almost stopped beating for a moment – then it broke into a run. When Sirius realized she was watching him, too, he quickly turned to look at another direction.
Hermione was grateful when the song was over. She nodded at Harry and went over to sit down quickly. She wanted to calm down. What was that stupid excitement all about?
Two minutes later, she could still feel her heart thumping like crazy... then somebody touched her shoulder. Startled, she looked up.
It was Sirius. He was standing above her, looking at her intently, almost nervously. She didn't know what to think... she only knew her heart was going to explode.
"Hermione," Sirius murmured, almost hesitantly, "would you like to dance with me?"
If she really wasn't dead, she wasn't sure why. All she knew was that her lips were speaking for her: "I'd love to," they said, and her feet were soon carrying her to the dancing area.
Next thing she knew, he was touching her. One of his hand was around her waist, while the other one was holding hers; her other hand was on the back of his neck; and they were dancing, looking deeply into each other's eyes. It was a perfect position for a kiss, she thought – and then she scolded herself for thinking that.
But still, as they were dancing around, she couldn't help but picturing herself leaning in and placing her lips on his, as she had done two days before; she could picture him responding, pulling her closer, kissing her back. She was so caught up in this thought, she didn't notice she had already leaned in... placed her lips on his... she only realized it as she felt him flinch in shock.
Then she realized what she had done, and her eyes opened wide in fright. They stopped dancing. She was staring at him, almost in terror.
Taking her hands off him, she took a step back. "I'm – I'm really sorry," she said, trying to sound cool, though she knew he could hear her voice trembling.
"Hermione – "he started to say.
"No. I really am sorry," she said, backing away some more. Then she turned around and started to run.
She didn't know where she was running. All she knew was that she had probably gone nuts, because she was doing something that was completely idiotic: she was falling in love with Sirius!
Luver-of-Tom: Thanks, but... what do you mean not to forget about Rain of Blue? What is Rain of Blue?...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Why hello, Remus."
"Hi, Tonks."
"Where is my picture?"
"What picture?" Remus asked, pretending not to know what she was talking about.
"Remus – give it to me. I know you've got it somewhere here!"
"Really, I've no idea what you're talking about," he replied, acting confused.
Tonks threw herself at his drawers, pulling them all out and spilling their contents on the floor. Completely ignoring Remus's loud protests, she hurried over to his bed and started messing with the sheets.
"Stop it!" cried Remus.
Still ignoring him, Tonks ran over to the closet. "Where – the hell – have you – got it?!" she groaned as she started searching inside the closet.
"Do you really think I'd hide such a precious picture in my drawers, or in my closet, or in my bed?" Remus snorted. "You really don't know me at all!"
"AHA!" she yelled and jumped on him.
"What the – "Remus tried to avoid her, but she had grabbed him hard and they both fell onto the floor. She pressed his back against it and started to tickle him.
"You're nuts!" Remus shouted.
"Maybe. But I will find that picture!" said Tonks determinedly. She stuck her hands inside his jacket.
"Stop it!" Remus laughed. "I'm ticklish! Stop it!"
But she wouldn't stop. "Tell me where you've got it!" she demanded, still tickling him, making him roll around on the floor, laughing. "I won't stop tickling you until you tell me where you've got my picture!"
"Well, if you really want to know, I've planned this beforehand," said Remus, panting. "I knew you'd be frantic. So I've decided to make it hard for you."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I have got the picture on me. So look for it on me. Better look hard," said Remus and winked.
"Oh, I see what you're doing," Tonks grinned, starting to pull off his jacket. He sat up and let her take it off him. "But this time, I'll let you trick me into it," she said, unbuttoning his shirt and starting to kiss the newly exposed skin.
Five minutes later, she found the picture, which was buried underneath Remus's undershirt. She grabbed it and looked at it carefully. "Oh, they're so CUTE together!" she moaned. "They're PERFECT!"
"I thought so too," Remus grinned.
"This is great!" said Tonks, "I'm keeping it."
"No problem. Now, hide it somewhere on your body... and let me look for it."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"You know there's a party tomorrow," Remus told Sirius. "At the Weasleys. Everyone will be there, there'll be music and Molly's cooking. Are you coming?"
"I don't know," Sirius groaned, "I'm kind of tired."
"Don't stand here making dumb excuses. You're embrrassed to see Hermione again – aren't you, Padfoot!"
"What?! Are you KIDDING? I'm not embarrased!"
"Yeah, right," Remus grinned. "You're embarrassed because you've kissed her. You don't want to see her – because you might kiss her again, unable to control your passion!"
"Listen to me," Sirius started angrily, "first of all, SHE kissed ME, and second – "
"You want me to show you that picture? You were definitely kissing her. Any idiot can see that."
"I am NOT embarrassed – "
"Prove it."
"What?"
"Prove it," Remus repeated. "Prove me you will not be embarrassed to see her."
"And how am I going to prove you that?!"
"Come to the party. When there's music, ask her for a dance. That'll prove you're not embrrassed at all," Remus replied.
"I am NOT asking an eighteen-year-old for a dance, Moony."
"Then don't," said Remus, shrugging. "But then, you're proving my point. You're embarrassed. You feel guilty about liking her kissing you, about kissing her back, about the fact that she's twenty years younger than you. You're embarrassed!"
"I am not! Am not!" cried Sirius angrily.
Remus snickered. "We'll see at the party tomorrow," he said, leaving the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Party time!
"Hermione, wanna dance?" Harry asked. He was standing in front of her, smiling. He definitely looked good. His black hair was messy in a way that made you want to mess it even more. His green eyes were sparkling, and he was wearing sleeveless white shirt that was exposing his muscles. Hermione was almost tempted – but no.
"Sure," she answered, took his hand and let him guide her to the dancing area on the other side of the yard, where other couples were dancing. Sure, she didn't care dancing with him... but nothing more than that.
As they were dancing, Hermione had the strangest feeling that someone was watching her from behind. They were revolving slowly on the spot, so when she had a chance to look back, she did. And there he was – Sirius. Her heart almost stopped beating for a moment – then it broke into a run. When Sirius realized she was watching him, too, he quickly turned to look at another direction.
Hermione was grateful when the song was over. She nodded at Harry and went over to sit down quickly. She wanted to calm down. What was that stupid excitement all about?
Two minutes later, she could still feel her heart thumping like crazy... then somebody touched her shoulder. Startled, she looked up.
It was Sirius. He was standing above her, looking at her intently, almost nervously. She didn't know what to think... she only knew her heart was going to explode.
"Hermione," Sirius murmured, almost hesitantly, "would you like to dance with me?"
If she really wasn't dead, she wasn't sure why. All she knew was that her lips were speaking for her: "I'd love to," they said, and her feet were soon carrying her to the dancing area.
Next thing she knew, he was touching her. One of his hand was around her waist, while the other one was holding hers; her other hand was on the back of his neck; and they were dancing, looking deeply into each other's eyes. It was a perfect position for a kiss, she thought – and then she scolded herself for thinking that.
But still, as they were dancing around, she couldn't help but picturing herself leaning in and placing her lips on his, as she had done two days before; she could picture him responding, pulling her closer, kissing her back. She was so caught up in this thought, she didn't notice she had already leaned in... placed her lips on his... she only realized it as she felt him flinch in shock.
Then she realized what she had done, and her eyes opened wide in fright. They stopped dancing. She was staring at him, almost in terror.
Taking her hands off him, she took a step back. "I'm – I'm really sorry," she said, trying to sound cool, though she knew he could hear her voice trembling.
"Hermione – "he started to say.
"No. I really am sorry," she said, backing away some more. Then she turned around and started to run.
She didn't know where she was running. All she knew was that she had probably gone nuts, because she was doing something that was completely idiotic: she was falling in love with Sirius!
