Time flies, I haven't published anything in weeks. Here's an old draft I started in October and finally finished. This one is plotless but super fluffy! Enjoy, and review if you like :)


It had only been two months ago when Remus had spent a wonderful summer day outside with Nymphadora Tonks. Despite the heat, they had both been of a superb mood. Remus remembered Tonks's smile as she had dragged him alongside her towards through the small park. The vivid memory of Tonks, with her bubblegum hair and her yellow flower dress, convincing him to do the most ridiculous things, for example joining the ducks in a shallow river, hadn't left his mind. But this seemed all so far away...

It was midst of October now, temperatures weren't half as warm as they were back in August, and the leaves were either turning yellow or already falling off the branches. A moderate gale blew and made the weather even more comfortless than it already was. But no one in the Order had much time to complain about the weather. Everyone was busy with missions, guarding the prophecy, spying on deatheaters and finishing reports. Sundays seemed to be the only day without quite as much of the usual hurry. Headquarters was quiet today. No one wanted to leave their houses to travel to the stoney and chill walls of Number 12, Grimmauldplace. And the few Order members who were out on guard duty today headed home instantly after being done.

Remus hadn't felt much like abandoning his warm bed this morning either. He wasn't sure if Sirius had gotten up at all today... probably not. Remus didn't mind though. A little sleep would do him good, he thought. His friend had been drinking a little too much just yesterday night and would be in a horrible mood if he were awake.

Remus started the day off slow. He had breakfast on his own in the kitchen while occasionally staring out of the window, his eyes following the falling leaves down to the ground. Then, he finished a report for Kingsley and sent it to Mad-Eye, who wanted to read through it. One hour before lunch time, a rather ragged looking owl, Errol, arrived with a letter from Molly, saying she wouldn't come around to cook lunch today. While scribbling an answer, Remus fed Errol with some owl treats and even let the owl have some beaks of his tea. The poor thing had to fly all the way back to the Burrow after all. Remus accidentally skipped lunch because he found himself lost in a book for quite some time. It was noon when he put it aside.

Lost in thoughts, he made his way downstairs to make himself some tea. His was cold already. As expected, the kitchen was empty. Remus yawned and put on the kettle, giving it a light tap with his wand. Remus felt incredibly tired today - whether it was because of the full moon only dating back four days or the dismal weather, he didn't know. He watched the steam coming out of the kettle and bowed his head a little so the warm air fogged over his cold, pale face. His hands lay flat on the kitchen counter and he closed his eyes, savouring the pleasant warmth on his face.

He didn't notice the soft creak of the wooden kitchen door nor the silent footsteps approaching. Out of nowhere, a small hand lay on his shoulder. Remus tensed, but relaxed again as the hand gently rubbed up and down his shoulder blade.

"Wotcher, Remus," Tonks said softly.

Remus turned to look at her. She was wearing thick socks, dark pants and a red t-shirt. Her hair was shoulder length and curly, a beautiful mulberry colour today. She smiled up at him.

"Hello, Nymphadora," he replied kindly. Remus lowered his head and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. He lingered at the place just one moment longer to take in her wonderful scent of berries and lemon. "I didn't expect you to come around today," he said as he drew back, "would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yeah."

"Extra sugar as always?"

"You know me too well, Remus Lupin."

Tonks watched him as he made them both a cup of tea. Every now and then, Remus glanced over his shoulder to look at her. "Aren't you cold?" he asked, frowning at her having her bare arms crossed over her t-shirt.

She shrugged. "A bit."

"Go upstairs and put on one of my sweaters if you want," he offered.

"Really?" Tonks looked taken aback.

"Sure. Take your pick, I don't mind."

Tonks beamed at him and briefly stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. "You're the best, Remus, you truly are!"

Smiling fondly, Remus watched her leave the room. He heard her footsteps echoing from the hallway. While Tonks was still upstairs, Remus carried their tea over to the coffee table in the small parlour downstairs. He put a warming charm on the cups so they wouldn't turn cold and left for the hallway to wait for Tonks. She had only been gone for one minute, but still he already longed to be near her again.

The young auror returned with one of his favorite hazel brown sweaters that was way too large for her thin body. It was almost matching his brown woolen sweater. "You look adorable, Tonks." Remus held out his arm for her and she took it, blushing a little. They sat down on the sofa in the parlor and Remus covered the both of them with a thick fluffy blanket. They took a few sips of their tea in silence, but it didn't take long until Tonks's head was resting on Remus's shoulder and he had his arm wrapped around her shoulder. They were having a chat among friends, but their bodies said more: Remus gently stroked Tonks's shoulder while listening to her anecdote about a mission with John Dawlish she had attended this week; Tonks took his hand at some point and trailed small circles over the back of it. When Tonks's cup of tea was empty, they shared Remus's.

"Now, what do you think about having dinner?" Remus asked. They had been cuddling on the sofa for almost two hours now, chatting happily.

"Sounds good," Tonks mumbled, stifling a yawn.

"I'd take you out for dinner to an Italian restaurant if it still was summer, but I think we agree that it's too cold to go outside, right?" Remus said and Tonks nodded. "What do you think about pottage? We've still got plenty of vegetable from yesterday's lunch left."

"Pottage sounds awesome!"

Though Tonks wasn't exactly known for her cooking skills, she and Remus had developed somewhat of an own pottage recipe the entire Order adored. Sometimes Kingsley or Bill lend them a hand when they were around before dinner.

Remus and Tonks had summed every vegetable they could fine and use for their dinner - tomatoes, potatoes, carrots and onions. Tonks had found some garlic as well, but they had agreed on not using it since Remus despised garlic.

"Sure you're a werewolf?" Tonks joked. "You seem more like a vampire to me right now."

"Maybe I'm just some wicked crossbreed," Remus hissed playfully, making Tonks giggle.

Shoulder to shoulder, they cut all the vegetable, Tonks occasionally complaining how annoying it was to cut tomatoes because of the mess afterwards.

"And how the hell does that potato peeling method Kingsley uses work? I swear, he showed me a hundred times but it never works for me!" the young auror moaned and dropped a potato. "Ouch! Oh, bugger!"

Remus bit back a grin and instantly reached out to take her hand. She'd cut her thumb.

This wasn't the happening for the first time, of course. He remembered McGonagall's comment on how Tonks could be trusted with a wand but not a simple kitchen knife. She had a valid point there.

Remus conjured small bandaged and wrapped it around her thumb. She arched an eyebrow as though to question his sanity for applying a bandage instead of a simple plaster. "Plasters come off too fast, bandages last longer," he explained, smiling.

"Thanks," she said, returning his smile.

They sat next to each other at the kitchen table eventually, spooning their pottage. Remus felt a pleasant warmth filling him up from inside - was it the food or Tonks's proximity? Definitely Tonks, he decided later when they returned to huddling up on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Nymphadora had her own warmth. It wasn't necessarily her body warmth that Remus found so enjoyable. It was the warmth her eyes and smile radiated whenever she looked at him. When Nymphadora fell asleep in his arms later, he hoped that he was able to return at least a fractional amount of the warmth she gave him.