Within five minutes the offending articles were back to their original state, neatly hung up in the wardrobe. Their owner was neatly tucked up in bed. He loved being the first one under the covers – the feel of the clean, uncreased sheets against him was a far cry from the rumpled mess the bed would inevitably turn into when she joined him and started fidgeting. Not that he would rather have slept alone, but he certainly appreciated the few moments he could gain in an untwisted bed.

In the meantime, for his extra pleasure, she had insisted on continuing his instruction on what constitutes sexiness by slowly stripping for him. It wasn't going exactly according to plan, and hadn't been since she'd got her head stuck in her t-shirt. It had got decidedly worse when in an effort to remove her jeans gracefully she tripped over her own feet and landed flat on her face, the jeans still hanging around her ankles.

"Are you ok?" he asked, trying to suppress his own laughter.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," she said as she untangled herself from her own clothes.

"So....." he said, now barely hiding his laughter, "Is this what I have to do to be sexy in your eyes?"

"Oh, shut up."

"Nice knickers, by the way," he smirked as he indicated her white cotton pants with little cartoon Hippogriffs all over them.

"Ok mister, I'm going to choose to ignore those last two comments, if you don't mind," she said as she regained her feet.

"Sorry," he laughed. "Please, carry on."

She started slowly swaying her hips from side to side as she reached behind her and awkwardly fumbled with the clasp of her bra for a few seconds before finally undoing it and allowing it to fall at her feet.

At that precise moment there was a knock at the door. Molly Weasley's voice sounded in the room. "Remus? Are you in here?"

"Just one moment, Molly," he called back.

Tonks, stood in nothing but her knickers looked horrified. Not that their relationship was secret or anything, but Molly was possibly the most indiscreet person in the world when it came to sex; she liked nothing more than gossiping about other people's love lives, and walking in on them like this would provide her with fuel for conversation for the next ten years.

Silently Remus mouthed the word 'wardrobe' to her. When she was hidden inside with the door closed, he called, "Come in."

"Remus, dear, have you s-" She stopped abruptly when she saw him. "Goodness! You look.... lovely, dear," she said, obviously flustered. Her face was turning a definite pink, and her eyes strayed from his new haircut, to his bare chest and finally came to rest on Tonks' discarded bra lying on the floor. "I hope I wasn't interrupting something?"

"Not at all, Molly," he said pleasantly. "I was just getting ready for bed. How can I help you?"

"Have you seen Tonks? She's needed downstairs."

"Erm..." His eyes flickered momentarily to the wardrobe she was hiding in. "Is it important?"

"Dumbledore's here, and he needs her to give a report on the new security measures taken out at Azkaban."

There was a brief pause during which Remus bit meditatively on his bottom lip. He smiled rather sheepishly before admitting, "She's in the wardrobe."

A sudden crash coming from the old piece of furniture drew their immediate attention. Out toppled Tonks, still wearing her Hippogriff cotton pants but covering her modesty by wearing none other than Remus' favourite jacket. As she fell out she managed to drag with her half the wardrobe's contents. She scrabbled to her feet, and with only the slightest flicker of embarrassment, as if hiding in a wardrobe wearing only a pair of knickers and an over-sized, patched tweed jacket was an everyday occurrence.

"Downstairs is he, Molly?" she asked the stunned, red-haired woman whose mouth was hanging open. When Molly nodded back she walked straight past her towards the door. "Right. I'll be back up in a bit, Remus." She shot him a look that would have turned milk sour.

Actually, Remus, you'll need to come too. You are, after all, in the Order." She turned back to Tonks and ushered her out of the door. "Come on dear."

Remus, meanwhile, had been stitched up double in silent laughter, biting on his fist in an attempt to stop himself bursting into hysterics, the effort of which was causing tears to run down his cheeks. As soon as he had calmed down he dressed as quickly as possible, not wanting to miss out on a moment of his girlfriend's poetic justice.

The meeting would have been just about bearable for her – at first it was only herself, Remus, Molly and Arthur, and Dumbledore present. Arthur nearly choked when he saw the young Auror was wearing so little to an official meeting, but Dumbledore, serene as ever, hardly seemed to notice. Soon, however, they were joined by Mundungus, who was making no secret of leaning back in his chair to get a better view of her nearly bare behind, and who only stopped when he received a swift kick in the shins from Remus, and Shacklebolt, who asked in his slow, calm voice if this was a new regulation uniform that all ministry Aurors would soon be adopting. Within minutes Bill and Fleur joined the group, Bill grinning appreciatively as he was the first to realise that one of the buttons on Tonks' jacket had come undone and she was quite clearly wearing nothing underneath, Fleur shrieking her disapproval at how unrefined English women were these days. Fred and George, now old enough to be in the order apparated in soon after, and within minutes had charmed the Hippogriffs on her pants to move and squawk very loudly at five minute intervals. To top it all off Snape was the next person to come in, and spent the entire evening sneering at her and making snide remarks about her lack of focus – if she couldn't dress properly for a simple meeting what use could she possibly be to the Order? Only when she changed her appearance to his and refused to change back until he stopped his comments did he mutter a half hearted apology.

As the meeting came to end, Tonks was one of the first to slip out, and Remus followed her soon behind. Back in their bedroom Tonks rounded on him. "Thankyou very much for the single most humiliating evening of my life. I hope you're satisfied, buddy."

Still unable to fully contain his laughter, Remus replied, "Completely satisfied. I'd say we're pretty much even now."

"Don't be so bloody calm, I'm trying to be angry with you!" she said, although she, too, was having a great deal of difficulty in not laughing,

"Do you know how absolutely ludicrous you look?"

"I can imagine. I don't want to see for myself thankyou."

"Then we'd better get you out of those clothes then," he laughed, echoing their earlier conversation.

"So, we both agree on one thing then?" she said, a smile playing about her lips, and a sparkle in her eyes.

"Oh yes, and what's that?" he asked as he slid his jacket off her shoulders.

"We both look far better out of that thing than we do in it!"