Author's note: I know I always default to 'illegal dragon egg smuggling ring' when I have to write about Tonks' Auror work, so let me put my money where my mouth is now. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the canon, world, and characters portrayed below and you can tell I'm not J.K. Rowling because #transrights

Warnings: NA

It Takes Three to Dance

Remus let his hands slide down her back until they rested along her hips, smiling as Dora wrapped her arms around his neck. For today's occasion she'd changed her hair to a navy blue like the night sky, which had been Teddy's favourite colour when he'd been little. It went nicely with the grey two-piece cocktail dress she'd worn today. The greying strands in her hair that she hadn't bothered changing looked more silver than anything else—a look Remus wished he could pull off half as well.

"I can't believe you still check me out," Dora said, clucking her tongue. "Just buy a girl a drink, Remus."

"I believe I've kept your champagne flute adequately full tonight," Remus said.

"Mmm, you have," she mused happily. "Don't tell Teddy how tipsy I got on his wedding day—but Merlin, can you blame me? That's our little boy getting married, you know."

"I'm aware," Remus said, cracking a smile. He looked over her shoulder and saw Teddy and Victoire, feeding each other cake as they watched the dancers. Teddy's hair stood up in turquoise spikes and Victoire was wearing what he believed had been Fleur's wedding dress, her blonde hair curled for the occasion. He knew that they were both wearing matching sneakers and rainbow-striped socks too, which may have been his favourite part of this wedding—although dancing with Dora was nice too. There needed to be more occasions for slow-dancing in life. Maybe he should make more.

"Every time I think to myself we've done something right with him, he goes and does something else that makes me think he's so good, that can't possibly be us," Dora said.

Remus laughed and kissed her nose.

"There wasn't any way he could go that badly with you as his mother."

"His father's a rather good man too," Dora said. "One of my favourites."

Remus was going to respond when someone tugged on his pant leg. He looked down and saw Margo, looking positively adorable in her white flower girl dress and daisy crown. She had icing smudged so adorably on her face, Remus would let her get away with murder at the moment. Dora had often said it was a good thing they hadn't had a daughter—Remus had already been a big enough softee for Teddy as it was.

"Hello, you," he said with a smile. "Are you having fun?"

"I wanna dance with you and Granma," his granddaughter informed him.

"That can be arranged," Remus said, letting go of Dora to pick up Margo—another one of his favourite humans. He ignored the way his back protested and the ache in his hip as he balanced Margo there, her little legs dangling above the ground. Dora took one of Margo's little hands and kissed it before gently swaying from side to side. She put her other hand on Remus' shoulder and then the three of them were dancing again.

Margo put her little head against Remus' shoulders, probably exhausted by the day's excitement, and he saw Dora's face melt into a smile.

They were all doing something right.

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