A guy was lying in number 12, Grimmauld Place. To be more exact, he lay in the bed that had once belonged to the father of his best friend.

But that was not the reason why he couldn't sleep.

Nor was it the fact that this chamber had a draught.

Or the fact that it had been an exhausting day, moving the Order back to Grimmauld Place (this particular reason actually pointed more in the direction of why he ought to be sleeping, not why he wasn't).

It probably had something to do with one of the members of the Order.

A female one.

A girl, who had tried to 'help' the whole day with moving, but only seemed to make things more exhausting.

This is really not helping. I wanted to fall asleep, not stay awake, he thought and turned around in his bed again.

He heard the stairs creak a bit, but it was probably just the house settling. After you've spend your whole day with putting anti-everything spells around the house, you wouldn't think it was a burglar either.

The creaking stairs did, however, bring an idea to his mind.

Maybe I should get some warm milk. That always makes me sleep when being a werewolf gets to be too much . . .

Only half realising what he was doing, he put his slippers on, and walked out of his room.

As he descended the stairs, he heard that someone was rummaging in the kitchen.

He walked in and saw a person in a nightshirt, with her head in the fridge.

No, not her . . . He really wasn't comfortable around her right now. (When was I ever, his conscience asked) He should leave the kitchen immediately. She still hadn't seen him. The hot milk was clearly not an option now.

But fortune was not with him. As soon as he turned around to walk away, he forgot about the chair, standing between himself and the door; it fell with a loud BANG on the floor, causing the woman with her head in the fridge to yelp from pain. Apparently, she had bumped her head.

"You!" Tonks gasped. He couldn't see if she was sad or happy to see her.

It was very hard not to laugh at her. In one hand, she held a spoon in the same position Aurors are taught to hold their wands. With the other hand, she was rubbing the back of her head, where her hair stood up in the most difficult angles possible. He also noticed that she still looked beautiful.

"Sorry," he managed to get out. "I didn't mean to scare you. I couldn't sleep . . . and . . . well, a glass of warm milk works wonders . . . "

Inside, he was blaming the stool. Why did it have to be there? Now it would be much harder to get away from her, partly because Tonks knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to let it slip away again, and partly because he had felt after the death of Dumbledore that he wanted to be with her too.

Tonks smiled and held the bottle of milk up. "Two souls, one thought . . . " Then she suddenly turned around, to pour the white liquid in a pan.

"Would you like some?" she asked after a bit of silence.

"Yes, please." The words came out before he knew it and he saw that she had turned around and looked surprised. You see? This is what you get when you can't hold your emotions: your tongue slips! Stupid! stupid! He heard his brain scold at his heart, but at the same time, really didn't care that his brain didn't agree. Weird feeling . . .

Tonks had turned around again, probably to look after the milk. He felt the silence around them grow heavy.

We need some music, he thought and walked to the radio to put it on.

The moment he had done so, he almost cursed. He knew this song too well to find it the right song for this moment.

And dance your final dance
This is your final chance
To hold the one you love
You know you've waited long enough

He saw her stiffen a bit after the first few words. It looked like fate was teasing them. But at the same time, the music made him calm, and determined. He saw that Tonks changed her hair back to a mousy colour brown. That must mean that she absolutely hates the fact that this song is playing while I'm here, he thought.


So, believe

That magic works
Don't be afraid
Of bein' hurt
Don't let this magic die
The answer's there
Oh, just look in her eyes

But suddenly, he saw it crystal clear. She liked him, he liked her. Tonks had been right all along. When people like each other, nothing else matters. All the worries of him being too old and a werewolf seemed to float away, and without knowing what he did, he walked to her and placed his hands softly on her hips. Tonks slowly turned around, her face filled with hope. He took her hands, and slowly started to dance.


And make
Your final move
Mmm, don't be scared
She wants you to
It's hard
You must be brave
Don't let this moment slip away


No, believe

That magic works
Don't be afraid
Afraid of bein' hurt
No, don't let this magic die
Ooh, the answer's there
Yeah, just look in her eyes


Their bodies slowly came closer, and before he knew it, she was standing in his arms. He saw her looking up and smiled: her eyes twinkled softly in the kitchen light and she had the most amazing smile. Without saying anything further, she placed her head on his shoulder and continued dancing.


And don't believe that magic can die
No, no, no, this magic can't die

They were now slowly turning around and he had never felt this comfortable, this safe, in his whole life. How stupid he had been this past year! Why had he ever thought that this wouldn't be good?


So dance, your final dance.
'Cause this is, your final chance.

He pulled her of his shoulder and looked at her warmly, his smile still on his face. Tonks was looking uncertain, as if she didn't know what would come next.

She didn't have to wonder any longer.

He put his face closer to hers and they finally, finally kissed. A moment he had longed for, without even knowing it. He lost himself in her, but when he pulled away the uncertainty about everything rose in his heart again. Tonks however, lay her head on his shoulder again, and slowly, they started dancing again. He didn't notice that the song had changed. He didn't even notice that the milk was boiling over, or that the sun was slowly rising in the east.

What the other Order members did notice the next morning was the softly playing radio, the black puddle in a pan that was once milk and two people on the couch entwined, finally sleeping.