Contemplation
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from J.K.Rowling's Harry Potter series. All characters belong to her.
Author's Note: These are just short vignettes displaying interactions between Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks during OotP, written because I had an idea. Well, several, actually. My tribute to the genius of salt-rose, whose tiny glimpses into said characters' lives were absolutely amazing. And to LRES readers, I will have another chapter up soon, I promise.
Saturday night, and she's not out. Instead, she's fallen asleep on Sirius's old claw-foot sofa, one arm dangling to the floor. After the meeting had ended, some had stayed around, mainly to offer Sirius some outside company. A few hands of cards later, and several glasses of brandy, the house had gone silent again. He touches her shoulder, and she stirs, mumbling.
"You'd hate me in the morning, if I let you sleep on this thing." She opens her eyes, a little disoriented, and he moves to let her sit up. She groans, and mutters, "Can I sleep here tonight?"
"Yeah, of course. There's a bedroom-"
Standing, she yawns, and leans into him a bit. "Would- um- would it be ok if I slept with you? I hate this fucking house, and I just want to go back to sleep." He doesn't say anything and she murmurs into his jumper, "It's just that you smell nice, and you're so warm-"
"It's all right, Tonks."