Alrighy, here we go, chapter five. Sorry for the delay to anyone who was waiting!

I have news! This will be the last chapter. For those who enjoyed this story, please don't hurt me, because: the ending of this chapter will start a whole new series of Remus/Tonks stories! This ending will lead off into a whole new subject for them, which I am extremely excited to write. :D The new story will definitely have more R/T romance, since, well... you have to read the end of this chapter! No peeking, 'cause I will somehow find out. Lol.

And again, many thanks to those faithful readers, who I hope won't be too harsh with me for ending this (just joking, lol) : Ana, MissMoony16 ( whom I am grateful to for the ideas!), nycgrl, funkyflamingo, LadyLupinLover, AleLupin, and my ever supportive buddies basium and Canadian-Piracy.

This chapter is for another good buddy, Sam, who threatened to poke my ears if I didn't finish this thing right quick! And also for Hilly, who also mentioned something about bodily harm... love you Hil, though I would never admit to your face. :D

Ah yes, the disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine. I'm just letting them have some fun before I send them home for dinner.

Remus woke up sitting on a bucket with with a mop in his face. Tonks was draped over him, her face buried in his neck. He rubbed his eyes and tried to shake Tonks awake.

"No, bad wolfie, I don't wanna get up," she mumbled, and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Yes, Tonks, come on now. I'd like to get out of this broom closet," Remus attempted to to pry her off him again. All she did was turn her hair black, her way of giving him the finger this early while still being half-asleep.

"That's sweet, love, but really, we're being terrible hosts," he stood up, dragging her with him.

Tonks let out a dramatic huff and straightened up, but her eyes were still squeezed shut. "Fine," she muttered through a yawn, "but I can bet that every single one of them is passed out on the floor." She finally took a look at her surroundings, taking in the cobwebs, dusty cleaning potions and dirty rags on the shelves. She looked up at Remus, her eyes roaming from his tousled hair to his shoeless feet. "Remus? Why were we sleeping in a closet?"

Remus tried to straighten his rumpled clothes before opening the door and leading them out into the hallway. "Well, my dear, last night at the party you saw fit to drag me up here and snog me senseless with other devious ideas in mind," he paused while she raised her eyebrows suggestively. "Unfortunately, as soon as you got me in here, you keeled over stinking drunk."

Tonks looked crestfallen for a moment. The expression passed, and she ended up just plain hung over. She rubbed her forehead, then said, "We might as well go wake up the other drunks then," Tonks screwed up her face until her hair turned a neutral dirty blond and her eyes a pale blue, then followed Remus toward the stairs. Their way was blocked by one of the Weasley boys. It turned out to be Ron, sleeping it off as well. He was laying on her his back, one arm behind his head, the other flung across over the unconscious brunette sprawled over his chest. When Tonks accidently brushed his foot on her way down he muttered, "Hermione you're thinking too loud..." and went back to sleep. Hermione didn't even stir in the slightest.

Tonks tried to stifle a giggle, but all it did was worsen her headache. She clutched Remus's arm as they entered the living room. The majority of their guests were asleep, others – like Dumbledore – had supposedly gone home. And then there was Kingsley. He was hopefully asleep on top of a coffee table, his robes tied around his waist like some kind of horrible skirt, and his pants were on his head.

Remus shrugged. "Doesn't appear as if they missed us much."

Tonks glanced around, noticing the empty bottles, cans and glasses, various robes scattered about, ripped streamers hanging from portraits (the portraits' occupants had found safer places to hang around for the night), and snoring party-goers asleep on every available surface.

"I agree. They must have had a grand old time without us. We should start cleaning this place up." She began collecting the litter while Remus started making a pile of the discarded robes.

He bent down to pick up a bundle of robes that reeked with the unmistakable odour of rum, only to discover that the robes were actually Percy Weasley. Remus shook his head and continued on.

Tonks had accioed a garbage bag by the time she picked up her tenth bottle, and was now pulling the half-full thing around behind her. As she tried to sneak past a sleeping Harry, her clumsiness caught up with her. She dropped the bag, spilling the bottled and cans everywhere and waking up Harry. He sat straight up from his position on the couch, waving his wand around and shouting about Dark Lords in tu-tus.

Tonks grinned at him. "Wotcher Harry, it's just me. Go back to sleep." He happily obliged.

Over the next hour or so, all of the guests had woken up, helped clean and gladly went home to try and relieve their hangovers. Kingsley Shacklebolt was the last to depart, putting his pants on where they belong, trying to sort out his robes and congratulating them on "A ruddy excellent shindig!" as he put it. He made it to the front door before falling asleep on the porch. Remus and Tonks woke him and led him to the fireplace where he managed to get a safe floo ride home.

After disposing of their garbage they flopped down on the couch, ready to sleep again. Out of no where, Remus burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Tonks asked, poking him in the ribs. It was hard not to start laughing herself; it had been a while since she had she had seen him laughing like this.

"I haven't had a party like that since my Marauding days," he said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. He reached over and put his arms around Tonks's shoulders, pulling her close.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and settled her head on his chest. "Tell me about those days."

Remus sighed and tightened his arm around her. "The Marauder days were amazing days, you can be sure of that."

"I'll bet. The stories of you hellions were still floating around when I got to Hogwarts," Tonks joked. She turned her hair a light shade of purple, just for a change.

"It was great, Tonks. Sirius and James, they never cared that I was a werewolf, never held it against me. I'm sure you know this from Sirius telling you some stories, but my being a werewolf was the reason they became Animagi. To help me out. To be friends."

"I noticed that you left out Wormtail," she said gently.

Remus nearly spit out his name. "Pettigrew. The traitor. He only tolerated me because of Sirius and James. Can we talk about something else to do with the Marauders and leave him out?"

"Of course. I'm sorry to bring him up," Tonks smiled when Remus leaned down to kiss the top of her head and whisper thank you. "I'd like to hear more about a map. Sirius did tell me some stories and he made mention of a map."

"Ah yes, our Marauder's Map. I believe it somehow came into the possession of Fred and George Weasley. Though, now Harry is its keeper." He stopped to think a moment. "It's fitting, really, since -- if I remember correctly -- the concept of the map was James' idea. He and Sirius would scout the school constantly, looking for more and more ways to sneak me out into Hogsmeade and up to the Shrieking Shack. Ah, that reminds me, it's nearly that time."

Tonks removed herself from his arm to look him in the face. "You mean that it's nearly the full moon?"

Remus sighed again and nodded.

"Well then, that doesn't leave me much time to have my way with you now does it?"

He had only a second to look confused before Tonks grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him upstairs.

They stumbled into her room gasping against each other's mouths and tearing frantically at their clothes. Remus pinned Tonks up against the nearest wall, hands above her head. He kissed from her earlobe down to the hollow of her neck, and let go of her wrists long enough to remove her shirt properly. Tonks moaned when he kissed her breast along the edge of her bra. He smiled against her skin, reaching behind her.

Tonks got a hold of her self in order to push him backwards until he hit the bed. She pushed him down on it and straddled his waist, ripping his shirt off in the process. "I love you," she whispered before she crushed her lips passionately against his.

Remus awoke some time later, entangled with Tonks in her bed. His head was resting against her bare chest, her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. She must have felt him stir, and woke up herself.

Tonks smiled down at him contentedly. "Wotcher, Remus."

He returned her smile, moving up to share her pillow. "Tonks? Can I ask you something?"

She ran a hand through his hair. "Of couse."

"Would you marry me?"

Wow. I'm actually finished. :D:D:D. Now I get to start the sequel! Woohoo! I really hope everyone liked the ending, and will read the sequel when I post the first chapter. (Which I have yet to start, lol) Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed, it means a lot to me. Please let me know what you thought about this chapter too.

The credit for the quote about Hermione thinking too loud must go to my friend Sam, who insisted I put it in. Hope you liked it!

Please please please stay tuned for the sequel!

Kendal Rose