Nymphadora Tonks and the Seven Deadly Sins

Disclaimer: Bardlover is a 19-year-old American college student with student loans. JKR is a 40ish British college graduate who is now a multi-millionaire. Does that clear everything up?

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I've been sick lately. I not only caught a virus that won't go away, but I got two ear infections on top of it. I still don't feel dandy actually. Well, I'll desist from telling you about my bad week and get on with it.

Chapter 4: Wrath

Another sin Tonks was well acquainted with was wrath, or intense anger. Right now her anger was directed towards one very non-threatening woman in her late fifties: namely, Molly Prewett Weasley. Normally, Tonks found the woman to be only a slightly domineering mother and a fantastic cook, even if she did seem far too often annoyed by Tonks' clumsy behavior. But now this was war.

Tonks burst into the headquarters of the Order of Phoenix long before the scheduled meeting for that night. She managed not to trip over the umbrella stand (YAY!), only to fall over the first stair (Bloody hell!). She picked herself up with the most grace she could muster (which wasn't much, she had to admit), and entered the kitchen, effectively cornering Molly.

"Hello, Tonks. You're certainly here early. I don't even think Remus is here yet."

"I came to speak with you."

"Oh?" She turned away from the stove. "What about, dear?"

"I overheard you talking to Remus last night. If you have something mean to say about me, just say it to my face." She glared at the woman for effect.

Molly blushed, then swallowed awkwardly. "Oh. That. I'm sorry you had to hear that, dear. I was gathering information. I was originally going to do it a different way, but Arthur had a bad day at work. I was already in a bad mood, but I shouldn't have taken my bad mood out on you, even if it was indirectly."

It took Tonks a moment to process everything the Weasley matriarch had just told her. "Wait. What do you mean, gathering information?"

Molly grinned. "Oh dear, I was trying to figure out if Remus liked you?"

"What?" Tonks blushed.

"Mmmhmm. I suspected as much. It's obvious that you have a bit of a crush on him." She patted Tonks' shoulder sympathetically. "It's alright dear, he feels much the same way."

"Excuse me?"

"Well dear, I was testing him. I was thinking of having you around my Bill, mind you. I don't like that little veela he's gotten himself—she seems so shallow. Then I realized that you harbor feelings deeper than friendship for Remus Lupin. So I had to figure out if he felt anything for you. Poor man, I don't think he has a clue how much you like him, dearie."

"Um…" Great, now she had not only lost all the anger she had going, but she couldn't think of anything to say. "All he did was defend me like any friend would."

"Oh no. You didn't see his facial expressions. For a moment I thought he was going to hex me. Thankfully he does not have the personality of your cousin or my twins." She smiled knowingly. "I suppose you know all about his refreshing personality."

Tonks blushed scarlet. "Well…"

"Oh, honey, you should tell him. Intelligent as he is, he hasn't a clue. Men are like that, though. They never can realize that a woman harbors romantic feeling for them. Look at Ron. He is blind to Hermione's feelings for him."

"What? Tell him? I can't tell him how I feel!" Tonks cried.

"Sure you can. Tell him tonight after the meeting. Tell him you want him to escort you home. Then tell him. Or kiss him. Or both. I had to employ the same tactics with Arthur."

Tonks experienced a very weird mental image of Molly just grabbing her husband and snogging him. She had to stifle a laugh. It just seemed so out of character.

Then again, the thought of snogging Remus…

"Tonks! Tonks!"

"Hmm?"

"Maybe you'll give it a try?" Molly laughed.

"Maybe so," Tonks grinned. "Thanks for the tip, Molly."

A/N: I hope now everyone forgives Molly's bad behavior from last chapter. Again, sorry for the delay. Thanks to my beta jwoods471 for not only reading this (and actually making me write it), but for making me go to the doctor and eat, even when my stomach tries to mutiny on me. Then again, I guess I'm getting a taste of my own medicine.