A/N: If this chapter seems a little awkwardly written, it's because it IS awkwardly written. I had just finished it when I lost my data stick…xx. Rewrites never turn out as well as the original, I think. It's a little shorter than it used to be, too…sorry.

I also want to thank DRACOSBALLDUSTER, who gave me my first flame. I feel like a true fanfiction writer now. (Also, while I take pride in being a dork, I'm really not that much of a moron. Promise.)

After three days spent mostly in the guest room of Grimmauld Place, Tonks was feeling much better. She had finally been able to get up and shower, do some paperwork her supervisor had sent her, and have one of Dobby's excellent meals. The only thing that was bugging her was that she didn't know where her clothes were. Sure, the overlarge 'Death Potion: UK tour' shirt and gray sweatpants she had been in when she woke up were comfy, but they weren't exactly the best fashion statement. Tonks had been shopping before she'd been attacked, after all. There should be enough clothes to dress a small country around somewhere, if she could only find them. First, though, she had to find someone to ask, preferably Harry. She set off down the hall.

The first three rooms she checked were completely empty, and Tonks was surprised at how little she remembered about the house. Finally, in the room at the end of the hall, she found Harry. He was sitting tapping on something on his desk, and looking at a TV. Or she thought it was a TV. Even though Tonks' father was a Muggle, she'd never learned much about electronics.

Harry seemed a little out of it. He was slouching, something she hadn't seen him do in ages, and kept stopping what he was doing to pick up a little black-framed mirror and look into it. It looked a lot like the contact mirror he had given her. She wondered who had the other one.

Apparently Harry had heard her come in, because he swiveled his chair around and smiled at her. "Feeling better, Tonks?"

"Much. Are you doing okay? You seem a little…down." Harry shrugged. Tonks just looked at him for a few seconds, and then decided to ask him about it later. The thing on the desk had started to play music. She walked up to it and sat in the only chair she could find, which happened to have Harry in it as well.

"My, you are feeling better," he commented.

"I'm going to ignore that. So what is this thing, and how do I use it?"

"Well, it's kind of complicated, but…this is a computer. See, this is the keyboard, this is the monitor, this is the CPU-"

"What's that stand for?"

An hour later, Harry sat back, content to ignore the fact that his legs were falling asleep while Tonks played games online. She was a fast learner, and had already asked for an email account, although Harry wasn't sure just who she planned on emailing. But he wasn't really in the mood to think about that for a long time. He preferred to just relax and admire her neck. Harry had always had a thing for women's necks, and Tonks had such a nice one…he couldn't help himself. He swept her bubble-gum pink hair to the side and kissed her softly on the back of her neck. Tonks giggled.

"Harry, stop it. That tickles." He smiled. Continuing his trail of kisses up towards her jaw, Harry put an arm around Tonks and tickled her stomach. She laughed and squirmed, trying not to get blasted to bits in her game. "You're going to mess me up!"

Harry reached up and, without looking, pressed a few keys. Tonks' game disappeared. She blanched. "Hey, that's not fair! What would you do if I spoiled your fun?"

"Oh no," murmured Harry, amused. "Please don't spoil my fun."

Tonks pouted for a moment, but in truth shewas having quite a bit of fun, too. She turned towards Harry as much as she could and kissed Harry back. It was messy and fun, and Tonks considered moving over to a little couch in the corner. Instead, she reached up and tangled her hand in his hair.

"We'll come back later, shall we?" Tonks looked up to see Jen and Simon standing in the doorway. Embarrassed, she tried to get up, but Harry's arm around her stomach kept her where she was.

"Nah, it's okay," he said. "Pull up a chair." He picked his wand up off the desk and drew two chairs in midair, both of which fell to the floor with very real clunks.

"That's a handy charm," Commented Jen after she had sat down cautiously in one of the chairs. Simon sat down in the other one.

"Thanks. Dumbledore taught me. So what's up?"

"Well, we're on our way into work, and Patil wants to know when Tonks will be back in." Jen looked at Tonks, concerned. "You can ignore her, if you want. I'll tell her you threw up on me and I took that to mean not for a while."

Tonks laughed. "Tell her I'll be in tomorrow to finish up my overdue paperwork, but nothing physical."

"Fair enough," said Simon before Jen could open her mouth. "But where are you going to be staying? You can't go back to Diagon Alley, Tonks, I don't care what you say. You don't know what Jon'll do…I know you didn't think he'd hurt you, but he did, didn't he?" His speech over, Simon leaned back in his chair. Harry stared. He'd never heard Simon say so much at one time. Tonks just made a face.

"Why don't you stay with your parents for a while?" Suggested Jen helpfully. "Or rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"The Leaky Cauldron has rats, and I am not moving in with my parents for any amount of time. Mom'd never let me leave. Besides, I still have another six months in my contract for that apartment."

Everyone glared at each other for a few moments. Harry watched them, amused, and then gave his own input. "You could stay here for a bit, you know. There's plenty of space."

Tonks opened her mouth, then closed it again, and finally asked Harry if he was sure he wouldn't mind. He shook his head, chuckling.

"Then it's settled! Tonks, I'll pick up some of your clothes and stuff after work. C'mon, Simon." And with that, the pair dissaparated. Tonks stared at the place where they had been.

"You know, Jen reminds me of Mrs. Weasley sometimes," she commented. Harry laughed, and they were both quiet for a moment.

"They work with you?They're full-fledged Aurors?" Tonks nodded. Harry frowned. "But they can't be more than seventeen." Tonks just nodded again. Harry waited for her to explain.

"Their parents were all Aurors." She felt Harry shift uncomfortably at the word 'were' as if he knew what the rest of the story would be from just that sentence. "Good ones, too.All threedied in the final battle with Voldemort...Simon probably still has a dad somewhere, but no one has seenthe bastardsince Simon was three." She paused. Harry wished she wouldn't. He'd written letters to the families of all the Aurors who had died in that battle, of course, but had purposely not remembered their names…he shook the thoughts out of his head. Tonks was continuing. "…Dumbledore let them stay at the school for a while. They're the only orphans, you'll be happy to know. After only a day or two together, they were inseparable, even though they hadn't known each other beforehand. I read somewhere that you get more attached to someone you go through a really emotional experience with in a few hours than you do to someone you've known under normal circumstances for years…I guess it's right. Anyway, as soon as they were old enough, which was only a couple months ago, they got an apartment together and applied for jobs as Aurors. Shacklebolt made sure they got the jobs, of course." She sighed. "They're excellent. Jen's one of our best Healers, and Simon is the best undercover agent I've seen in years."

Harry just stared blankly at a stain on her bathrobe. "I wish I hadn't asked," he said finally. Tonks leaned against him, putting her head on his shoulder. He hugged her.

"It's not your fault, Harry. Simon and Jen don't blame you – and if they don't, you shouldn't either." Harry didn't say anything for a while, preferring to stare into space and play with the hair at the nape of her neck absently.

Finally, he stood up, set Tonks on her feet, and kissed her on the forehead. "I have to go. Dobby's around if you need anything." Halfway to the door, he paused and looked back at Tonks. "Do you want to go to a concert tonight?"

Tonks nodded, relieved that he didn't seem too upset. "Who's playing?"

"The Blasting Wands. Ron managed to get a few tickets, god knows how. So of course he'll be there too…and Hermione."

Tonks looked up, curious. "Double date?"

"Yeah." He grinned in spite of himself. "I never thought they'd actually get together."

"Neither did I." Tonks smiled.

Harry glanced at his watch. "Shit, I've got to get going. I'll meet you here at seven, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, he Disapparated.

Tonks shook her head, smiling, and set off in search of Dobby and her clothes.

Ugh…I can't move my legs…you'd never know Quidditch is played on brooms, from all the leg exercises my trainer, Digo, has me doing. I think he enjoys seeing me in pain. Either that or he was punishing me for being late again.

Still, I have a good night to look forward to. Not only am I going to a Blasting Wands concert, but I'm going with Tonks, Ron, and Hermione – and it's a double date! Apparently Hermione realized that she was going to die alone if she kept waiting for Ron to work up the nerve to ask her out, so she threatened to run off with her supervisor if Ron didn't take her out to dinner. Very Hermione.