Summary: A Lupin Tonks reunion

Dias de los Muertos
All Souls' Day

November 2
All Souls' Day Late Afternoon
Number 12 Grimmauld Place

Remus Lupin stood in the shower enjoying the spray of water. He let it soak through his body as he swept his fingers through the long hair. The length fell way as his digits acted like razors. His movements were sure and soon he was stepping out of the shower clean shaven and with his hair neatly trimmed. His eyes were closed as he reached for the towel rack when his fingers encountered an odd item of clothing.

"It's not pumpkin," muttered Lupin when he opened his eyes to identify the object. Dangling from his fingers was a bra strewn with colorful zigzags. "Making yourself at home, Tonks?"

He tossed the bra back on the hook and finished drying off. He knew she had slept in his room when she stayed overnight to keep Sirius company, but he didn't realize how much his territory had been invaded until he opened the medicine chest and saw a toothbrush in the shape of a racing broom.

Lupin finally walked into his bedroom and opened the door to his wardrobe. "Why am I not surprised?"

The contents lacked their usual austerity for mingled among the tweeds were bright tunics, robes and one particularly interesting evening gown. Lupin took that out for a closer inspection and wondered what spell was required to actually keep the garment on the body of the woman.

"We'll have to check this one out later," he said to himself as he put it back and reached for his suit. But he stopped abruptly when he remembered Tonks' comments about seeing him in blue jeans.

He pulled out the only other pair of jeans he had. They were older than his other pair, but actually in better shape after his adventures on the continent. He took the sweater that Arthur had insisted on giving him. It seemed that the man had run out of room to put the sweaters his wife insisted on knitting for him. Arthur had gone so far as to remove the A that had adorned the front and changed the color from yellow to red.

Lupin finished dressing and was walking calmly down the stairs when Sirius called up, "Tonks is in the parlor, by the way."

The Professor suddenly increased his steps and had to hang on to the rail when his haste made him stumble. He could hear the barking laughter of his host taunting him.

"I thought she was coming at seven," said Lupin as he reached the landing.

"Change of plans while you were in the shower, but don't worry, Tonks isn't going anywhere soon." Sirius winked and walked to the kitchen.

Lupin walked to the parlor, but waited at the door for a moment. Damn, his heart was racing. Were his palms sweaty? Oh, perfect, how could he grope Tonks with sweaty palms? Wait, he didn't want to grope Tonks, he wanted to, well, come to think of it, he did want to-

"Get yourself together, man, this is Tonks," he muttered to himself. Calm, collected, he had to live up to his reputation. It's not like he would be moved to ravish the woman in his best friend's parlor.

Lupin opened the door and found Nymphadora Tonks reclining on the couch in the parlor. He stood there just drinking in her image. Breathe, he told himself. Her hair was in chocolate curls in a perfect semblance of the confection. The short curls accentuated her heart shaped face, but left the lovely throat clear for attack.

Attack? He didn't intend to attack her, he scoffed. So why was he walking to her quickly? Each step made him realize he was actually seeing Tonks in a dress for the first time. It was long, but the soft velvet material molded against her limbs beautifully. The collar dipped demurely, but the front was nothing but a long row of buttons that ended just past the knee. He could see the creamy flesh of her calf peeping underneath the material since she had a foot propped up.

But the killing blow came from the color of her dress. Not only was the material inviting his touch, but the color was a perfect match for a Honeydukes chocolate bar.

"If your intention was to turn me into a drooling madman, you've succeeded," he said as he sat down by her.

Tonks' eyes fluttered opened as she realized Lupin had entered the room. The potion she had taken had dulled her mind a bit, but her slow smile couldn't have been more seductive. "Wotcher, Remus. What are you drooling about?"

"You," he whispered in a husky voice as he bent to kiss her lips.

Tonks immediately responded to his probing kiss. This must be another one of her dreams, she thought for a hazy moment. She released the kiss and began nibbling along his jaw. Funny how warm his skin felt in her dream. She sighed in satisfaction as Lupin began trailing kisses of his own down her throat.

Remus couldn't seem to control himself. His hands were completely ignoring the signals from his brain that told him not to caress her like this in the parlor. His lips had no intention of ceasing their exploration of her body. Then the two worked in concert and before he knew what was happening, he was thoroughly enjoying the fact that Tonks was a woman as his head dipped to claim his prize.

"Nicking an afternoon nosh there, Moony?" asked Sirius from where he stood at the parlor door.

Laughter followed the remark as Sirius saw Lupin suddenly shield Tonks' body from view as he muttered, "Bastard."

Tonks blinked a few times as Sirius came into focus. "Oy, cuz, what are you doing in my dream? I don't do threesomes."

"It's not a dream, Tonks," said Lupin as he quickly rebuttoned her dress before turning around to face his soon-to-be hexed friend.

"But it's great entertainment nonetheless," said Sirius as he leaned a shoulder against the doorframe. "And don't you dare hex me with fish lips or Snape's nose, Moony. Order meeting's in fifteen minutes, so people will start arriving soon."

"An Order meeting tonight?" croaked Lupin. He hadn't even registered the message. "When-"

"You really did take a rather long shower, you know," said Sirius. "I thought I'd have to break down the door to see if you'd drowned."

Lupin wiped his hand across his face, then he finally registered that Tonks had a cast around her ankle. He looked at the woman who was now rubbing her eyes and asked, "What happened? How did you get injured? You were fine when I set off last night."

"Bloody troll foot umbrella stand," said Tonks with a yawn. "St. Mungo's potions, too."

Lupin looked up to Sirius for a clearer explanation.

"Tonks dropped off the brooms last night and the thing stomped on her when she was leaving. I had to fire an incendiary spell before it would stop."

Sirius walked over to Tonks and summoned a quill. He signed her cast with flourish as he added, "Sent her off to St. Mungo's with Dung to have it seen to."

Sirius handed the quill over to Lupin who just sat there holding it. He couldn't quell the disappointment that was flooding him as he stared at the cast. This is not how he had expected his evening to go.

Sirius couldn't help grinning at his friend's chagrin. He leaned in to whisper, "It's just a bit of immobility. Be creative; I'm sure you can work around it."

Sirius walked out of parlor whistling to himself.

"Are you going to draw a little heart on my cast?" asked Tonks sweetly of Lupin.

Lupin finally laughed at the situation. "As my lady wishes."

He drew the heart and, at Tonks insistence, put their initials inside. She admired his work, but then she flicked her wand to make both the heart and Sirius' signature disappear. "Snuffles is likely to chew off my cast if he sees a heart on it."

"I understand," said Lupin as he put away the quill. She could not afford to advertise either relationship. He took her hands and said, "I was being selfish earlier, I'm sorry."

Tonks cocked her head a bit and said, "Be selfish, it suits you. Besides, you don't think a little cast like this is going to upset my plans for our lesson tonight, do you?"

"I don't want to impose my desires on you," said Lupin as he glanced at the cast. The injury had to have hurt substantially for St. Mungo's to have gone to the trouble.

"But that's the whole point of the lesson, Professor," said Tonks as she pecked his cheek. "Initiative."

Lupin quirked an eyebrow at her challenging tone. "Come on, I'll help you to the kitchen for the Order meeting."

"I wonder if anyone will recognize me in this drab dress. It was my Mum's least favorite garment," said Tonks as she stood and leaned into him.

Lupin just laughed at the thought, "My dear, you look absolutely delectable."

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Tonks' Flat

"You passed the lesson with the highest marks, Professor." Nymphadora Tonks turned in satisfaction to embrace Remus Lupin, although she took care not to upset her ankle on the pillow. "It's nice to be cuddling next to you instead of my bear."

Remus looked up at the tweed bear that sat on her dresser facing the wall. He flicked his hand to turn it to face the room again. "I'm surprised I didn't find him in my room."

She chuckled softly, "No, I only stayed there about once a week."

"Marking territory?" he asked as he traced a lazy pattern on her shoulder.

"Of course. Besides, it gave me a chance to bring some more of your things over here, fair trade."

"I see," said Remus as he realized there really was no reason she couldn't sleep with him at Grimmauld Place now that the Weasleys weren't in residence. "And what are plans for activities in my room?"

"Just expect to spend a lot of time reviewing your lessons." She nestled comfortable against him and mumbled, "You're better than chocolate."

"As are you, Nymphadora," whispered Remus as he finally succumbed to a well deserved, tranquil sleep.

The End

Author Note: Nothing but fluff, really. I'll try to get lesson four up on Seducing A Nymph that corresponds with this story as soon as I can. Thanks for reading.