Dating Game Series: Toothbrush Takeover
Authors Notes: A sort of sequel to Dating Game. With Tonks's antics at the French Restaurant planned next.
Remus didn't know why he was letting it bother him, it wasn't as if it was a planned invasion or a hostile takeover but it was irritating him. It wasn't as if he didn't like Tonks, and he did like her a lot, and it wasn't as if she wasn't spending a lot of time at his place but it was bothering him. He knew he was being old and fusty but it just sat there taunting him every single time he went to the bathroom.
Her toothbrush.
Glaring at him from his mug was a bright, sparkly, lurid pink toothbrush, lying there and mocking him. And it wasn't the fact that it was she left it there that was bothering him or the fact that it was her toothbrush, no it was the fact that the toothbrush had a more intimate relationship with Nymphadora Tonks.
They'd known each other what… 2 years and 2 months now and sure they were friends but he didn't just want to be friends with her. He didn't want to have to restrain himself when she collapsed on the sofa with him and leaned her head on his shoulder. He didn't want to have to bite his tongue whenever Charlie Weasley playfully flirted with her and she smiled at him. He didn't want to tell her to stop when she performed a strip tease for him in a French restaurant. He didn't want to apologise to her the morning after they had gotten drunk and kissed.
Which was why the toothbrush was pissing him off. The toothbrush that got to be intimate with Tonks (two to three times a day.)
Why couldn't he just say something to her? Why couldn't he tell her how he felt? He'd faced down more fearsome Grindylows then impish, clumsy Nymphadora Tonks but every time he went to mention to her how he felt he acted like a pimply teenager with a crush on the Head Girl.
Picking up the pink creation of Satan, Remus wondered what he should do with the accursed toothbrush when the door swung open revealing a towel clad Tonks and Remus, holding the offending toothbrush like a weapon, blushed when he saw her.
"Wotcher Remus! Just came to brush my teeth if that's okay with you." Tonks said smiling widely at him. Her hair was green this morning and matched his green threadbare towel, the very short green towel and yes that was a lot of leg. Remus handed Tonks the offending brush and walked quickly out of the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
Trying to calm down Remus decided he needed to do something about the Nymphadora situation soon before he cracked up completely. Imagining Nymphadora in that form-hugging towel Remus realised something else.
Never mind the toothbrush, he hated that bloody towel.