AN: As you can see, we have changed the name of this fic, because it no longer covers just the World Cup. This is also A Chapter Entirely in Dialogue, so if it fails dismally, kindly forgive.

Implications

"Don't you have a home of your own?"

"I do. And I would love to see it again sometime. But you are incapable of feeding yourself and would live solely on firewhisky if given the opportunity, so I am here to make sure that you don't succumb to the alcohol poisoning that has been looming in your future ever since we took our first shot together in third year."

"Good lord, Moony. I am a grown man. I know how to drink without killing myself, thank you very much."

"I beg to differ, given that the last time I left you to your own devices, I found you asleep next to Buckbeak wearing naught but your skivvies. I really don't want to have to clean you up again, so, if it's all the same to you, I'll kip in the room that Harry and Ron just vacated."

"You are worse than my mother."

"Because I don't leave you alone? Yes, probably."

"You really aren't going to leave me alone, are you."

"Do you want to be alone?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then go upstairs and go to sleep. I always find that that is the best way to be alone."

"Except when your upstairs neighbor is having sex very loudly."

"Oh, shut up. I knew I shouldn't have told you about that."

"I find the irony of the situation quite enjoyable, personally."

"The irony of what situation?"

"Of all the Marauders to have a hot young thing with a libido living upstairs, it is Moony the Monk."

"Get that leer of your face right now, Sirius. That's your cousin you are talking about."

"Yeah. I suppose that would make most people cringe away from the subject, but I am—"

"A Black? A bastard? A nincompoop?"

"I was going to say drunk, but all three of those work quite nicely."

"Oh, shut up, Sirius."

"She likes you, you know."

"I know."

"You like her, you know."

"I know."

"So? Why don't you two just get over it and get together? I see no problem with it. You could do with some hanky-panky, Remus."

"Never refer to sex as 'hanky-panky' ever again."

"When was the last time?"

"About a year ago."

"Really? That recently? With whom?"

"Tonks."

"You're just pulling my chain now."

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"Huh. Who would have…"

"Get that smirk off your face, Sirius."

"Was it good?"

"I am not answering that question!"

"So it was bad?"

"There really is no way I can just end this conversation, is there?"

"Nope. Sorry. You should have read the fine print when you signed the friendship contract."

"You are a truly vile creature, at times."

"I know."

"And if I weren't worried about your life, I would storm out of this room."

"I know."

"You are taking advantage of this situation to amuse yourself, aren't you?"

"However did you guess?"

"I loathe you."

"Well? Did you enjoy yourself, Moony?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"Is this a question you really want to know the answer to?"

"Good point. I should really learn to think things through when I am drunk."

"Sirius, this is something I have been trying to tell you for years now."

"You should know I only ever commit to doing something if I have a drunken epiphany, Moony. Come now."

"Evening chaps."

"Tonks! How lovely to see you! Pity I am off to bed. Night Moony. See you on the morrow."

"Drop dead."

"Has he been annoying you?"

"Intensely."

"What about?"

"Anything that he can get his mangy paws on, really."

"I see. Friends are like that."

"He's usually not that bad. But when he drinks, he starts acting like my great-aunt Phyllis, and it can be tiring."

"My mum does the exact same thing…although I don't know what your great-aunt Phyllis is like…"

"A drunken Sirius. Listen, there's something I've been wanting to talk about."

"What's that?"

"Well, I've been thinking…basically…well…we live right next to each other, and we are both quite busy…but maybe it might be good if…no, I'm phrasing this wrong…you live right above me, and you probably don't have a lot of….no, that's wrong."

"Yes."

"What?"

"Yes. I accept."

"Oh. Good then. But I should warn you, sometimes the shower doesn't work properly and one of the rooms is locked magically for—"

"Hang on. What are you talking about?"

"My apartment."

"What has that got to do with this?"

"Well…I was offering….to let you stay there? So you wouldn't have to pay exorbitant rent to your fascist landlord? I mean, I spend most of my time here, because Sirius needs someone to watch him at all times because he is a cross between a toddler, an angsty teenager and a suicidal maniac."

"Oh. That's what you were on about. That's very kind of you. Thank you."

"What did you think I was on about?"

"Well…I…I thought you were…asking me out."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"But it's fine. I guess I just kind of jumped the gun. That's all."

"I didn't mean to mislead you or anything."

"It's not a big deal. Don't worry about it."

"Well…"

"Yeah…."

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"What? Yes…I do…very much."

"Even though I am old, poor, shabby and spend far too much time with my best friend?"

"Despite all that. Yes."

"And a werewolf?"

"I can deal, I think. Auror training has its benefits."

"Good. Promise me something, though."

"Yes?"

"If this doesn't work out…for any reason…you should feel free to stay at my apartment. I'm not using it right now, and you really shouldn't have to pay rent to Dovegrove. He's a complete arse and you shouldn't support him. If you feel uncomfortable with that, I suppose you could pay rent or…"

"This is a great way to start off a relationship, don't you think? In the event that we break up, how much do you think is appropriate for you to pay for rent, Tonks? Honestly. Let's play it by ear a little, shall we?"

"All right, but—"

"If we break up amicably, I will stay in your apartment. If we don't I will probably want to be well shut of you, all right? As I say, play it by ear."

"If you say so. Also, if we are going out, must I call you Tonks? It seems…impersonal…"

"If you call me Nymphadora, I may kill you, even if you are my boyfriend. My parents call me Dora. I guess you could call me that."

"Dora. It's nice."

"Yeah. It's better than Nymphadora, that's for sure."

"It fits just as well as Tonks."

"I rather agree. I think I am going to head home. I have a long day ahead of me if I am going to be moving house, even if it is just downstairs."

"Goodnight, Dora."

"Oh, and Remus?"

"Yes."

"I wouldn't count on breaking up with me anytime soon. You are too good a shag to let go easily."