You Can't Love a Werewolf

Chapter Twoo.

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Okay…this chapter. Sirius alive. Because I have the power to do that (xD)… and because he's awesome. ANYWAY. The little "written under the influence of" has to do with the things I was listening to while writing the chapter. And I don't like this chapter that much. Isuck at dialogue.But anyway. Onto the story…

There was a knock on his bedroom door. Remus knew who it was and rolled his eyes as he unlocked the door, Sirius staring back at him. "I didn't expect you back this early," he smiled.

"Oh, shut up," groaned Remus, pushing past him and walking down the dark stairs, towards the kitchen.

Since Voldemort had announced his return last June, Sirius had been cooped up in his mother's house more than ever. He wasn't hiding from the Ministry, whom had already declared him an ally, but Voldemort and his Death Eaters. His only regular company was Remus, when he was not on duty.

"Dammit—there's never any food in this house!" exclaimed Remus, rummaging through the cupboards, looking for some materials to make a sandwich. He ended up just having a bag of chips, and when he turned back to sit at the table, saw that it was already inhabited by Sirius.

"How was it?" Sirius asked him, folding his arms across his chest and adopting a more serious tone than before. "Who'd you sit with? Who was there?"

Remus avoided the questions and opened the bag of potato chips. He ate the chips one at a time, putting one into his mouth, and slowly chewing it, the crunching the only sound in the kitchen. Sirius's eyes bore into him, still waiting for a response. "What?" he finally said, acting as if he hadn't heard Sirius's inquiries.

"Don't pretend to ignore me, Remus," advised Sirius knowingly. "I've known you too long for you to get away with that. You don't want to talk about the funeral, fine. Why are you back so early?"

Remus rolled his eyes at him before retorting, "Why do you think?"

He held in a smirk, "You've got to stop running from her, mate." The smile showed.

"Why?" asked Remus, annoyed at Sirius for finding the whole ordeal hilarious.

"Because one of these days she's gonna catch you," he winked.

Remus choked on the chip in his mouth. "Trust me, Sirius. That cousin of yours is trying."

A bark of laughter escaped Sirius as he said, "Would you care to explain?"

"Not really, but I know you're going to force it out of me somehow," admitted Remus as Sirius grinned at him. "After the ceremonies, we were walking towards Hogsmeade, and—."

"Oh, no. You didn't kiss, did you?" he interrupted.

"She came on me," divulged Remus reluctantly, knowing Sirius would find out sooner or later.

Sirius's eyes widened as he held in his chuckle. "And what did you, Remus-the-good-boy, do?"

"Why do you think I did?" he replied, abandoning his potato chips. "I ran."

He laughed again, slamming his fists against the table. Remus stuffed a few more chips in his mouth. "You do realize that you both have night-duty together at Hogwarts tonight," Sirius pointed out.

Remus swallowed and mumbled, "Shit… who set that up?"

Sirius got up quickly and walked out of the room, but Remus knew he had a smile on his face.

After a couple of butterbeer and explaining her situation to Madame Rosmerta (who had just returned from Hogwarts), Tonks had come to the conclusion that she would confront Remus herself. He was too much of a wuss to talk about what had happened between them to anyone but Sirius. And she knew where he'd be—at Grimmauld Place doing exactly that.

With a nod of thanks and goodbye to Rosmerta, Tonks was out of Honeydukes, and a few paces later she disapparated on the spot. She reappeared in a dark alleyway. Pulling out the slip of paper that was permanently in her pocket and thinking hard, number twelve came into view, and she knocked on its door.

It wasn't Remus who answered the door, but Sirius. "Well hello Tonks," he flashed his teeth at her. "What a pleasant surprise…" And Tonks knew he knew, glaring at him as she walked in.

There were the sound of shuffling about and the pushing in of a chair coming from the kitchen, and, obviously, she headed towards it. When Tonks got in the kitchen, however, there was no one in sight. Right behind her was her cousin, smirking at her. "Would you like me to get him for you?" Sirius asked. When she stared at the floor and didn't answer, he groaned, "I'll go get 'em… REMUS! There's a lady here to see you!" He started out of the room as he finished calling.

Remus, who had moved quickly to avoid crossing paths with the guest in the house, scowled as Sirius called his name. Oh, no, he would never try and save him by saying that he was away or in the shower. Sirius loved to tease him about Tonks—he would never let an opportunity slide. Remus reluctantly trudged down the stairs, coming face-to-face with a very happy Sirius, who pointed towards the kitchen and walked up the stairs.

He sighed and continued towards the kitchen, where Tonks was standing; eyeing the bag of chips Remus had been snacking on moments before. "Hi," Remus said, lamely.

"Oh," she looked up, surprised, "hello." She ran a hand through her brown hair nervously before walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Remus's first instinct was to take a step back and get away from her, but his gentleman side took over as he politely put his arms around her waist, embracing her. Tonks wrapped her arms around tighter around him, pulling them close, her body pressing against his. That made it all the more uncomfortable. He knew that Sirius was somewhere, somehow watching him.

Eventually, she let him go, and he took an extra step back. She looked at him, square in the eye, and said, "You had to go home?"

"Look, Tonks," he tried to sound compassionate and sorry for what he had done before. "I…I just…" Her eyes. They wouldn't stop looking into him. He was lost for words.

"It's okay," she smiled warmly. "I came here to apologize. I'm sorry for before—I…" her voice trailed off. "I'll see you tonight, Remus," Tonks recovered, kissing him on the cheek and showing herself out of the house.

Once she was sure out of Grimmauld Place, Sirius's floating head appeared right next to him, chuckling, "Sounds like a date, eh?"

Remus glared at him and said, "Don't talk to me." He walked up to his room and didn't come out until he had to leave for Hogwarts.

Written under the influence of crazy country music at a Fourth of July party…and the movie Brassed Off.

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