Greetings, darlings! First off, thanks so much to all of our fantastic reviewers! We like the image of a pirouetting Sirius in froggy boxers, too (though we've always pictured him as looking more like Viggo Mortensen than Gary Oldman—think Aragorn—he is so seriously Sirius). This is what happens to people who have to return to their parents' homes in their thirties….Anyhoo! Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 2 – "A Sticky Situation"

Sirius had spent the rest of the evening scouring the old house for the bloody crazy glue. He hoped desperately that he could find it, considering that he couldn't leave the house and that it would be far too suspicious for a tube of crazy, wizarding, this-effing-stuff-will-not-subside-if-your-life-depends-on-it, produced by Fred and George Weasley glue to appear by mail, most likely at the breakfast table over the orange juice. No. Far too suspicious indeed….

But to his great relief, he managed to find a small tube that was still intact. "Bwaha," he muttered to himself. They had no idea what was about to hit them…or rather stick them. Heh.

He had to be careful, vigilant and discreet. But of course being Sirius, he was great at all three. All he had to do was figure out a way of getting Remus and Tonks to touch each other before they touched anything else once the "glue" had been applied.

"Hmph," thought Sirius. This wasn't going to be quite as easy as he had thought. He continued to ponder this as he wandered down to breakfast the next day. He'd get them somehow.

Of course Remus had gotten there first and was already cooking up a very enticing smelling batch of chocolate chip pancakes. Sirius sidled over to him. "So, Moony, ol' buddy, ol' pal, what's with the fancy breakfast?"

Remus scowled and blushed slightly. "It's not fancy, I just decided to do something else for a change, be different be…"

"Vibrant?" Sirius suggested.

"Yes, vibrant, colorful, interesting…" He paused. " Oh dear God," he said shakily.

"What?" Sirius asked as innocently as he could.

"You know don't you?" he asked, rather annoyed.

"Know what?" Sirius attempted to sound perplexed but failed rather dismally.

"That I like her," Remus said softly.

"Who?" Sirius prodded. Remus rolled his eyes.

"You're hopeless. Well, Mr. Black you're not going to get a confession out of me that easily," he said indignantly.

It was Sirius' turn to scowl. "Oh come now, Moony I won't blow your secret if really don't want her to know. I think you're a bloody idiot to not tell her but have it your way," Sirius said pointedly.

Remus sighed. " I just….what if she doesn't want me, an old boring...werewolf. She's so young and beautiful and –"

"Vibrant?" Sirius ventured again.

Remus sighed a second time. "Yes, vibrant."

"I still think you're being really stupid about this whole thing," Sirius said blatantly.

"Shut up, Sirius!" Remus said quickly as Tonks sauntered into the room.

"What's for breakfast?" she asked yawning.

"Pancakes!" Remus said jovially, glaring at Sirius' smirk from across the room. He went over and put a plate of chocolate pancakes with butter and a glass of orange juice before Tonks. She grinned.

"How did you know? Chocoloate chips are my favorite!" she exclaimed in delight digging in. Remus blushed profusely.

" I…er…. just guessed, really." She looked up.

"Really? Wow, you seem to know me better then I do." He smiled at her.

"I highly doubt that, Nymphadora," he said softly.

She grinned and continued eating, beckoning him into a chair next to her. Sirius noted with a wry smile that she had not bothered to correct Remus' use of her name. In fact, uncharacteristically, she hadn't even flinched.

Heh, Sirius thought with an inward smirk.. Perhaps he didn't even need the crazy glue…never mind; of course he needed it. Half the fun of it was simply to see them stuck together rather than spurting the stuff just for the sake of hooking them up.

He began to formulate an idea in his mind how to get them stuck. A plot swiftly smacked him. He snuck off, leaving them alone. Tonks continued eating merrily. Remus watched with a grin over his own pancakes. After a couple minutes she looked up at him and burst into laughter. This was unexpected and he didn't know what to do.

"What's so funny?" he asked her.

"You've got…" she paused to gasp for breath in the middle of her bout of laughter, "chocolate…" She burst into a new fit of giggles, "on your nose!" she finished and continued laughing until Remus had successfully removed the invading sweet.

"Well then…" he said grinning. "Blasted chocolate!"

She giggled again as he cleared the plates with his wand. Of course, Sirius used this moment to unceremoniously sneak back into the room, glue and tray in tow. He sat down, and, as though performing Muggle brain surgery, extracted the tube's contents onto the tray in a decorative squiggle. He tossed the spent tube into the trash and stood up, brushing his hands.

"That should do it!" he said in satisfaction. He turned to leave the room. "I'll just let it sit while I feed Buckbeak. And whatever you do, don't touch it." He skipped off.

Instantly, Tonks edged toward the substance, her currently violet eyes burning with curiosity. "Ooh. I bet it's something good."

"With Sirius? Most definitely," Remus laughed. He poked the dishes with his wand, waiting for a response. All he heard was the clacking of the plates washing themselves. "Tonks?"

"Did you see how happy he was when he had it? I wonder what it does."

The laughter escaped Remus' face. "Oh, really, I wouldn't do that. It's probably cake frosting or ground up toenails or—you aren't seriously considering touching that stuff, are you?"

Her eyes continued to glow as she stepped forward with a crazed smile. It was such a good effect that she considered sprouting vampire fangs. The seemingly innocent squiggles beckoned her. Must touch…. One of her hands stretched out. Remus looked concerned.

"Tonks?"

"Just a little bit…maybe I'll use only one finger….I could taste it…" she murmured absently. Her left hand plunged.

"Stop!"

Remus wildly crossed the kitchen in a rather impressive ballerina-esque leap to halt her actions. Too late. Not only had Tonks already submerged her hand in the stuff, but Remus, in his (incredibly graceful) landing, had managed to drop his hand right on top of her sticky one.

"Oh, dear," he said blandly.

"It's all right, I think," Tonks said merrily. "Nothing's sizzled off or anything. I bet it's safe. I mean, Sirius didn't use protective gloves or anything, so…" It made her vaguely uncomfortable that she was essentially holding hands with her crush. Especially when he seemed to look so perplexed and was waving a dishtowel with his spare arm. No matter. "Remus," she said slowly. "Is there any reason that you haven't taken your hand off of mine yet?"

It's because you love me and want me and wish to caress me forever, possibly in the shower—no! Naughty Tonks!

Remus had a particularly strained expression on his face. "I've been trying," he finally answered.

What? she thought.

"What?" she said in shock. Surely this couldn't mean--

Remus sighed. "It seems, Miss Nymphadora, that we are stuck. "

A cackle was heard in the backround.

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