Nymphadora Tonks and the Seven Deadly Sins
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Chapter 2: Gluttony
Nymphadora Tonks had never been obsessed with chocolate. Sure, she liked the stuff; who doesn't like a good candy bar or piece of German chocolate cake, after all. However, she had not failed to notice that one particular Order member was quite enamored of it. Indeed, Remus Lupin was the only person she knew that always had the stuff on hand. At least one bar of it, if not more.
Sure, it came in handy when confronted with Dementers, but she knew better than to believe that particular excuse. No, she knew that Remus Lupin was a chocoholic. It was his obsession, his stress release, his comfort. He was still unused to prolonged human companionship (twelve years of living without a friend would do that to anyone), so chocolate was still his closest friend. It must provide a certain appeal that a human friend could not—it could never betray you.
Sure, it could make you gain a few pounds around the hips, but it was never unexpected. No, chocolate always behaved the same way. It always melted on one's tongue and slid down one's throat with silky ease.
Tonks was learning all the appeals of chocolate. For her, chocolate was a way to slake her lu-(wait, was another sin) hunger for the companionship and love of the said Remus Lupin. She had followed his advice and bought a box of Godiva chocolates from a Muggle shopping mall.
If he'd only known she was using the chocolates to distract herself from her fascination with him, not some ex-boyfriend. Of course, she had thrown a wrench in her plan by offering him some of the expensive chocolates. She wouldn't forget the way he looked when he ate the pieces; he had closed his eyes in pleasure. She wished she could cause that—
Which was why she was eating an entire box of Whitman chocolates (also recommended by Remus) and moping by the fire. She was going to get fat. She didn't care. It wasn't like anyone was going to see her naked anytime soon, anyway. Well, no one besides the staff at St. Mungo's, anyway. Of course, she didn't care about just anybody.
She stared at the fire and wondered how Remus was doing this particular full moon. She'd have to have some chocolate waiting for him tomorrow morning—nothing made him feel better. She looked at the half-empty box. Sod it. She'd run by a store and buy him a new box tomorrow morning. She needed all of this one.
A/N: There it is. I don't know if you can get Godiva or Whitman chocolates in Britain, but if you can't, you should. Godiva chocolates are EXPENSIVE but exquisite. Whitman are a cheaper alternative.
Thanks to my beta jwoods471. PLEASE REVIEW!