An unexplainable sensation spread through Tonks as Remus closed the gap between them. She had kissed many men before, but this felt so much different. In all of the other kisses, there was always a promise of thrill, excitement and risk. In Remus' kiss, there was a pledge of true belonging, friendship, tenderness, passion, and love. She had no doubts about his feelings anymore. All of her uneasiness vanished as she felt him deepen the kiss and wrap his arms around her waist. In return, she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to reach him. It was an overwhelming wave of emotions, and Tonks was controlled by them. She pulled away, trying to control herself. She rested her head on Remus's shoulder, breathing deep. Feeling his chin rest on her mousy brown hair, the tears began to fill her eyes.

"Merlin," Tonks sniffled, "Why does this happen to me at a moment like this?"

"Tonks, are you alright?" Remus asked worried, pulling away.

"No, no. I'm fine. Just, happy," she looked into his eyes, "Really happy."

Remus looked at her, and hugged her.

"I think I should go."

Tonks looked up at him, furrowing her brow.

"Why?"

"Er...Dumbledore's funeral is tomorrow," Remus said, glancing at the floor, the ceiling, the poster of Buffy on the wall, anything but Tonks.

"Oh my..." Tonks sighed, grief overcoming her features as she slumped onto the near by couch. "I am a horrible person... I should be...I shouldn't be like this."

"Like what?"

"Happy. I should be sad, grieving, mourning. Not so happy that I feel light headed. Remus I am a horrible person."

"Oh, Tonks..."

"No, I am. I am so selfish and, and..." Tonks choked out, tears streaming down her face. She fell down on the blue pillows of her couch, sobbing. She was an awful person. How could she be kissing Remus, and being happy? This was a time for mourning, not time for her stupid love.

Remus walked over to her on the couch, sitting next to her. She shifted her position, and fell against him, sobbing. The tears soaked Remus's shirt, but he didn't think about it. All he could think was how he could make Tonks feel better.

"Tonks...sweetie...shh...shhh..."

They stayed like that until they both feel asleep.

The sun cut through the uncovered windows, creeping its way across the floor of Tonks' apartment. Remus shifted in his sleep, whispering an inaudible string of words. Tonks stirred next to him, her heavy eyelids lifting. She shifted to on top of him, feeling the cramp in her lower back, and in her ankle.

"Remus..." She whispered in her scratchy, I-just-woke-up-so-you-better-get-up-too, voice.

"Reeeemmmmussssss!" she whined, "Wolf Boy, get your ass up."

Finally, she had to resort to dramatic measures. She ran her hands through her hair, smoothed her shirt, and cracked her knuckles.

"Remus, don't make me do it. It's going to hurt, and trust me, you will hate me for it, but I have tried everything that my tired little brown head can think of, so here I go..."

Tonks uncurled her index finger, held it above his chest, and with a dramatic swipe, she poked him. He stirred, and tried to move, but Tonks was on top of him. She brought her finger in another series of pokes at his chest.

"Merrrrrrrrrrr" Remus made a deep noise in the back of his throat as she hurriedly poked his chest. He had been awake for five minuets now, but it was so much fun watching her be annoyed, even though there was a stinging pain where she was continuously poking him.

"Remus, I know you are awake, I saw your eyeballs move. Now, you wolfie, Lupin, Remus, teacher person, get off this sofa and make me some tea!"

"Make you some tea? Aren't you supposed to respect your elders?"

"HaHa, now my throat hurts, and I blame you!" Tonks said, with a playful grin on her face, crossing her arms.

"Now, Nymphadora, I would get up, but I seem to have this big, mousy haired, droller, snoring woman on top of me, and I just can't seem to bring myself to get up. You know these old limbs of mine."

"Oh, heh, sorry 'bout that. Wait, I SNORE?"

"Damn right you snore," Remus said as Tonks got off of him, and made his way to her kitchen.

"That's right, go and make some tea for me, and come CRAWILING back to me to apologize for being a prat!"

"What?" Remus asked, sticking his head out behind the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room. He looked so cute, his hair all disheveled, and his eyes bright. Tonks smiled and said,

"Never mind."

She got up from her place on the sofa, cracking her neck. Merlin, how she hated that thing.

"Remus, I think we should have slept in my bed, that sofa about murdered my back."

"What are you suggesting?" Remus asked playfully, stirring his tea and leaning against the countertop.

"I think you know exactly what I am suggesting." Tonks said in a, well, suggestive voice. When she saw his cheeks turn a light pink, she walked over to where he was standing, stood on her tip toes, and kissed him. He closed his eyes, and right before he was about to wrap his arm around her, she snatched his tea, and ran off towards her room.

"Wait, whaa?"

"Bwhahahaha!" He heard Tonks yell from inside her bathroom.

"You stole my tea while you were KISSING me! How low can you get?"

"Well, I can get pretty low," Tonks said sticking her head out of the door, pecking him on the mouth, and disappearing back into the bathroom.

"Wow, I cannot belive you just said that," Remus said, a deeper blush spreading across his face and neck.

"Well, I did. I need to take a shower, so make yourself some more tea, while I enjoy the cup that you made me."

The water turned on, and he felt the steam begin the seep from underneath the door.

Remus walked over the sofa, not feeling like tea at the moment, and in a very un-Remus way, flopped down. He emitted a happy sigh, and felt sleep begin to pull at his eyelids again, and he didn't fight it this time.