Title: The werewolf and the raver
Author: LupinLovesTonks
Rating: PG-13
Warning: This fic contains use of alcohol and some rough language.
Summary: Tonks finds out exactly how much fun Lupin can get... when mixed with a little alcohol. Lupin-Tonks


Chapter Two
The Mistakes.
She tapped her black nails on the table and sighed in boredom. This is horrible, she thought. All he can do is sit there talking about how wonderful Hogwarts was. Blah, blah, blah. This is obviously what I get for worrying about not having a good time with Remus.

The lad across from her continued talking non-stop about his Defense Against Dark Arts. He was apparently oblivious to the fact she didn't want to talk. No, she wanted to get out and dance with the other youthful people of the Magical and Muggle worlds gathered on the dance floor, getting lost in the techno beats the DJ was playing.

Any other night she would have had fun. But no, she had to jinx it and say she wouldn't have fun because she had to bring Remus along.

The club was a melting pot of fun loving muggles and young witches and wizards. Everyone could be who they were and no one cared. The young magical kind found it fun because of the energy the place gave off, and they could use their magic if they so desired. The muggles liked it because of the "cool displays," it hardly ever crossed their minds that the displays came from magic. That was all because the dance floor, surrounded by the various lights and music, created a euphoria that Tonks wanted to dive into.

Unfortunately, she couldn't because she'd had the misfortune of being stuck at a table talking to the ultimate poster-child for how wonderful Hogwarts was. Well, she wasn't talking, just somewhat vaguely listening. Instead, she was watching the play of the bright laser lights on the heads and hands of the young people below. And she was wishing she could be lost in the crowd the same way Remus was.

Remus, her eyes widened. Bloody hell, I promised I'd keep an eye on him.

She looked at the young man that had been boring her to death for the past hour and put a hand on his. "Okay, look. I have a friend that I'm supposed to be looking out for. It's his first time here so I promised. But it's been absolutely mind numbing talking to you."

She grabbed up her drink and finished it in one big gulp before racing off. She had to find Remus and make sure no one had been giving him anything he wasn't supposed to have. She found him in a corner with some girl with crayon red hair with black streaks in it. The girl looked like she was trying to inhale Remus' head.

"Remus!" Tonks called. "Stop snogging her for a moment, I just need a quick word."

Remus pulled away from the girl and promptly scurried over to Tonks. He shook her hand eagerly. "Hello Nymphadora, I have been looking everywhere for you. How are you?" The tone in his voice was drunk but very excited about her being there. "I asked her-" he turned slightly and pointed to the corner, but the girl he'd been there with was gone. "Hmm. Well, there was someone there. They didn't know where you were either so they were going to help me find you."

"Yeah, I noticed. The two of you were searching rather hard... Think you can handle a few more drinks old man?" Tonks asked. "I need a friend to drink with to get that one guy out of my memory."

"Was he not nice?" Remus asked, frowning deeply. He started looking around the club as if searching for the lad.

"No... No, he was nice. Just very boring so I want to wipe the conversation from my memory. Remus!" she whistled slightly to get his attention back to her. "Come drink with me?"

"Certainly!" he beamed. He gently took her arm and started leading her toward the bar. "They have a fine grade firewhiskey here. Tastes almost like spiced honey when you drink it."

"Whoa, whoa. Wait one tick," Tonks said. "How much firewhiskey have you had?"

Remus stopped and turned to her. "Just one or two," he said innocently. Tonks raised her eyebrow. "The last time a lovely lady bought me some."

"Remus, I was told to watch you closely when it came to the whiskey," she huffed. "How many have you had in all tonight?"

Remus looked up at the ceiling, becoming somewhat distracted until Tonks made him look back at her. "Six," he replied promptly. "I can take a few more before I get the way Sirius told you I would get." He started pulling her toward the bar again. "Come on. We came here to be together and have fun. We'll have just enough drinks to get you enjoying yourself again and-" he had looked up and temporarily became distracted again "-and then we'll dance a little and go back to Grimmauld. Because that's what we came here for, right Tonks?"

As they took a seat at the bar Tonks nodded. "Yeah, you're right. That is what we came here for."

888

"Okay, yay, we made it back."

"Wonderful navigational skills Nymphadora," Remus said, giggling like a madman.

"Tonks," she corrected.

"Nymphadora."

"Tonks!"

"Nym-pha-do-ra."

"Think you're cute don't you?" she asked, pursing her lips.

"Would it be better if I sang it to the tune of 'God save the Queen'?"

She glared at him but suddenly found herself unable to be angry with a thoroughly intoxicated man with glitter in his hair. Not to mention one that was propped helplessly against a light pole. She just sighed heavily and shook her head. Walking up to him, she cupped his face in her hands.

"No, Remus. It wouldn't be better if it was to the tune of 'God Save the Queen'. In fact, that would probably make it worse."

For a moment she tried to remember exactly how much she'd had to drink, because she had never noticed how handsome Remus looked before that moment. Maybe it hadn't been the alcohol, perhaps it had been the dancing. Besides, they had been rather close and been dancing rather provocatively between rounds of firewhiskey.

For some reason she didn't think he was so much older than her, at that moment. In fact, he was just the right age for her to see what exactly the girl in the club had been getting in the corner...

Before she had the chance to lean in, Remus had yanked her to him and planted his mouth on hers...

Tonks reached blindly for the alarm clock only to have her vague mind register that it wasn't coming from her room. She let her arm fall over the side of the bed with a heavy sigh, content with the idea that pehaps she was just hearing her neighbour's alarm clock, as she often did so early in the morning.

Her mind was numb and fuzzy, her mouth felt like she had been forced fed several cotton balls, and she felt as if she were going to be sick. Which meant, she had obviously had a good night out with Remus after all. She didn't exactly know, persay, just bits here and there that her mind was able to remember after about their third round of firewhiskey.

She went over a mental check list of things she remembered: Drinking, yes. Dancing, oh yes. Walking back to Grimmauld Place... no.

Had she gone home with someone else and left Remus unattended? She opened her eyes only to see nothing but a cloud of pink in front of her face. She brushed her hair out of her face and gave a relieved sigh as she realized she had made it back to Sirius' house and had obviously just picked a room to fall in.

Her head started spinning so she closed her eyes and rolled back toward the middle of the bed. Somewhere close by, her female senses were picking up on a warmth. A warmth that her feet very much was craving. Without opening her eyes she scooted toward the other side of the bed until she came in contact with the warmth and snuggled close to it.

However, her eyes shot open again when she felt the source of the warmth was breathing and it gave a small gruff sound of sorts.

Oh bloody hell. Only I would bring some random guy to Order Headquarters... Leave it to me to spill the facts about it's location to someone that I don't even know. Tonks thought in a panic. She quickly sat up and turned to face the person that she had decided to have a one-nighter with.

Her jaw dropped with shock. She was too surprised to even move. Apparently he was too shocked too. Because both Tonks and Remus both looked as if they had commited a very foul crime.