It had been three days since Hermione's parents had died. Tonks felt as if she hadn't slept since, which was almost true. She sat on a miserable Saturday morning in her chilly office, wishing she was back in bed rather than catching up on her mountainous pile of marking. A knock came at the door. She looked up from her desk, rubbing her naturally dark eyes that itched with fatigue. Tonks morphed them to a bright topaz and turned her hair long wavy hair to its trademark pink spikes before calling for her visitor to enter.
"Morning." It was Harry who was looking as tired as Tonks. He carried two steaming mugs of tea and offered Tonks a brief smile as he elbowed the door shut behind him. Tonks let her features morph back to her natural appearance, revealing her weary eyes. Harry placed a mug down with a thud on the table and Tonks smiled her appreciation.
"You're a star, thank you." The boy observed her for a moment before sitting down on the chair opposite.
"You look rough," he commented. "Are you ok?" The woman nodded dismissively and carried on with her marking. "Tonks…"
"I'm fine Harry, really. I'm just tired." The boy's expression was one of scepticism, but he kept quiet. He sipped his tea, watching Tonks as she worked.
"Something's different about you," he commented all of a sudden, causing Tonks to look up from her desk. He frowned slightly. "What's different?"
"Nothing," Tonks stated, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the way her student was staring at her. He gave an impish grin.
"Yeah there is. I dunno how to explain it, you just seem…weird."
"Oh thanks!"
"You know what I mean…why do you think that is?" Tonks gave a shrug, knowing exactly what it was but keeping quiet. She licked her lips nervously and picked up her quill once more.
"You're hiding something," Harry accused. "What are you keeping from me?" Tonks gave an indignant laugh.
"Harry! I'm not keeping anything from you. If you've just come here to pick at me then you can get lost! Go hang out with Ron or something, go get in to trouble or play in traffic. Do whatever it is you do when I'm not around, just stop bothering me, ok?"
"Fine!" Harry rose, reaching for his mug. "If you'll promise me you aren't hiding anything." Tonks blinked at him. "Can't do it, can you. What is it? Is it something about Hermione?" His tone became concerned. Tonks shook her head quickly.
"No, no. It's nothing to do with Hermione," Tonks admitted causing Harry to grin in triumph.
"So there is something!"
Tonks gave a growl of annoyance and slammed her palms down on the table.
"Fine! I'm keeping something from you. I've admitted it now. Doesn't mean I have to tell you what it is though."
Harry's grin widened and he sat back down on the edge of his chair. He stared at her expectantly causing her to give a sigh of impatience.
"Harry," she warned. "Please stop it."
"Give us a clue."
"No, go away!" But the boy remained, a grin on his face and a look of determination in his bright green eyes. Tonks continued with her work, trying her best to ignore her young friend.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed suddenly. Tonks placed her quill down slowly and looked at him squarely.
"You haven't 'got it'," she teased.
"I so have!"
"What is it then?" Tonks patronised.
"You're pregnant." Tonks' mouth fell in surprise; she hadn't really thought that Harry would guess correctly. She gave a nervous laugh and tucked a piece of dark hair behind one ear.
"What? Don't be so silly…of course I'm not," she lied. The boy looked crestfallen.
"Aren't you?"
"No," she said with stressed indignation. Harry chewed on his lip in thought, once more. He was stuck now, he thought for sure that he had guessed right. He began to tap his fingers on the edge of her desk and hum tunelessly as he pondered.
"Hmmmmm, mmmm."
"Harry…"
"Hmm, mmmmmmm, mmm, mmmmm."
"Harry, pack it in!"
"Hmmmm, mmm, da da daaaaa da da –"
"Fine!" Tonks cried in frustration. "I give in! You were right, ok? I am pregnant." The tapping stopped immediately. Harry's eyes widened in surprise.
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"You're not just saying that to shut me up?"
"Nope…well yes actually but it's the truth. I'm having a baby." Harry rose from his chair instantaneously and circled the table to throw himself onto Tonks. She gave a laugh.
"This is great!" His squeal resembled Hermione's. "Remus must be chuffed."
Tonks was surprised that Harry had just assumed the baby was Remus' and not Charlie's.
"He doesn't know Harry."
"He soon will do," the boy said, beaming.
"No Harry, please. I'll tell him when I'm ready."
"Maybe I'll just let it slip…" Tonks gave him a thump on the arm.
"Oh I knew I should have kept quiet," she moaned. Harry gave a laugh.
"This is great. I knew something was gonna happen between you guys, I just knew it. Well, it was quite obvious considering he told me that he pretty much wanted to bang you against a wall," the boy teased.
Tonks' mouth fell in shock and embarrassment. She felt her face flush.
"Did he really say that?" She didn't think that Remus Lupin had ever had thoughts like that about anyone in his entire life. Harry nodded.
"Yup," he stretched the truth. "At least…I think he was talking about you." Tonks grabbed him and ruffled his hair.
"Right, that's it. Go on, get. I've had enough of you." The boy grinned and walked across to the door. He turned as he was about to leave.
"Hey, does this mean you won't be our teacher next year?" Harry asked. Tonks hadn't thought about that. She gave a regretful smile.
"I guess so. I'm finishing the year though, whatever happens. I'm not owing Fred and George a Galleon each!" she added firmly. Harry gave a laugh and opened the door.
"Tonks…"
"Yeah?"
"I'm really happy for both of you." He gave a grin, which she returned before leaving her to get on with her marking, shaking her head lightly and feeling truly happy for the first time in a long while.
