July 4th, Thursday

Things I ate for breakfast: ham and egg, 1 helping; toast, 1 with orange marmalade, 1 with honey; 1 sausage, 1 croissant, 1 bar of chocolate, 2 glasses of orange juice, 2 ½ mugs of coffee… of course, it took us about three hours to eat all this stuff.

It did not help. When I checked in on Remus the next day, he was still asleep. The candle had burned down, and his room was rather stuffy, so I opened the window. When I walked past his bed, I couldn't help but sit down for a moment. I watched him breathe deeply, and brushed some greyish-brown strands of hair out of his face. All of a sudden, he jerked awake. Gosh, can't that man wake up slowly, like normal people do?

Still, it was nice to see these amazing grey eyes again. Sort of missed that. Even though his gaze was still a little blurred and confused. Couldn't help but sort of sink into the depths of his grey orbs for a little time. Might have been several minutes, because all of a sudden Remus was waving his hand in front of my face.

"Tonks, are you alright?" I nodded, only slowly coming back to the surface of - well, coherent thinking, I guess.

"Good. For a moment I was getting worried here. You seemed far, far away."

"Sorry. Got a little carried away there. Anyway, how are you? Feeling better?"

"Loads. In fact, the only desire I have at the moment is for an excessive breakfast." I snickered. Then I paled.

"Well, I would love to present you with one, but as it is, er, I … I can't cook." Blushed.

(Not to mention stuttered, but I guess that's obvious.) Remus just smiled and patted my hand.

"Tonks, we all know you can't cook, it's fine. But maybe you could check if Molly's there. And if she is, would you like to keep me company at breakfast? You might even get a few crumps." I smiled and jumped up.

"Of course. You'll have your toast and eggs and bacon and marmalade and juice feast in a minute."

"Not to forget a really strong coffee."

"Yes, coffee." I bustled out, dragging his cloak with me for a few feet until I managed to kick it off. And we're back to 100 Queen of Clumsiness. Though I noticed Remus watching me thoughtfully and smiling when I did my usual embarrassing stunts. Well, if I can help him get well by making a fool of myself, I'll gladly do it.

When I came back to his room, loaded with a picnic basket (Molly didn't trust me enough to give me a tray) full of the most delicious things, Remus' eyes lit up again.

"I'm starving. Sit down, let's have some nice breakfast in bed." I hesitated for a moment, but he scooted over for me to make room in the bed, and so I slipped under the cover and we indulged in hours of breakfast and talking.

No need to say that I was up on cloud number nine.

Which was not supposed to happen. Honestly, I don't know what's happening to me anymore.

A/N: Thank you so much for thereviews!

I need a little help with the rating. I've just put K because I'm not used to the new rating. I was used to the G, PG, R etc. system. If I want them to kiss or so, do I have to up the rating?