Sing a Song for Me

Chapter 3 – Goodnight and Go


AN: It's been all drama up to this point, but now we finally get to the romance part dictated in the genre section. :)


Remus sat quietly in the muggle café sipping his tea. The Order meeting last night went well, he thought. It was a safe enough subject until a certain young woman popped into his mind.

"Tonks." He said aloud and received a strange look from the waitress passing by. Hurriedly, he finished his drink, left a fiver, and exited the premises.

He walked down the street slowly, hands jammed in his pockets, until he reached the building that held his flat. He mounted the stairs and opened the door to his ramshackle home.

"If she could see me now, here in this place…she'd realize everything was for the best." He said it sadly and settled himself on the couch.

Knock. Knock.

He must have fallen asleep. He sat up quickly, smoothed his clothes, and strode to the door. He opened it and stared.

Tonks grinned at him. "Hello, stranger."

"Tonks…what on earth are you doing here?"

"I need some place to stay."

"Excuse me? Wait…how did you know where I live?"

"Oh, I asked Sirius. He was the one who recommended you."

"Sirius…"

"I got kicked out of my flat. The guy next door was making a racket every night, but the landlord thought it was me." She rolled her eyes and slid inside the door.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but you can't stay here."

"Why not?"

"I don't think it would be exactly…proper."

Tonks laughed. "Remus, you most certainly are the gentleman, aren't you?"

"I try to be." He murmured dryly.

"These days, people have roommates of the opposite sex, you know."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"How very odd."

"I suppose. Uh…are you going to close the door?"

"I…Oh, yes, of course." Remus flushed slightly and closed the door. He watched as Tonks put her things on the ground. "I don't know where I can put you, actually."

"How about the mantel?" Tonks winked and Remus flushed again.

"I mean…I only have one bedroom."

"Why, you dirty man, you." Her eyes twinkled dangerously.

Remus coughed nervously. "I suppose you can take the bedroom, and I'll sleep on the couch."

"Oh, no. I wouldn't dream of displacing you. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Well, if you don't mind, I suppose…"

"Good. That's settled then. Where should I put my stuff?"


Tonks was lying on the couch. She was evidently asleep, and Remus couldn't help looking at her as he walked by. She was wearing pale blue trousers and a matching top that hugged her body nicely…Remus shook his head to rid the thoughts. I am becoming quite perverse. He continued into his bedroom and shut the door. For a moment he hesitated. Tonks really didn't need to sleep on the couch. It should be me out there. But he dismissed it. She volunteered, after all. He drew back the covers on his bed and slid between the cold sheets.

Remus was having an amazing dream. He was with Tonks and they were on a picnic. The food was delicious, but Tonks was even more so. He called her over with a flick of his finger and she obliged, snuggling against him. Her head was turned to his. He went in for the kill, slowly, and attacked her mouth. She moaned happily. It was so real. Wait a minute. His eyes snapped open, and there she was. Tonks was on him! In his bed! Their mouths were clamped together, and her arms were wrapped around him, holding him in place. He tried to pull away, until he felt a warm tenderness come over him. He stopped struggling and kissed her back.

Remus admitted something, then, silently and to himself. I love you.


AN: Yes, ladies and…well, mostly ladies, there was the romance I promised. I hope the fluff didn't sicken you too much. And there actually was a bit of humor in this one. I hope you enjoyed it. :) This chapter was based on "Goodnight and Go" by Imogen Heap. Also, sorry for the incredibly long wait.