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He shut the door behind him as quietly as he could so as so to not wake up and in turn wake the whole house, as Weasleys have became recent residents of Grimmauld Place. It was 12 at night he had just returned from his mission of trying to contact to some werewolves. Though he have had enough of werewolves for one day, he would rather not think about them anymore, thank you very much.

He padded quietly in front of portrait and the umbrella stand, which has taken special liking to Tonks.

Tonks...

He smiled at her thought. She thought she always found a way to trip on it, no matter where it was kept. Little did she knew that Sirius has actually hexed the stand to trip her whenever she crossed it as a prank. He probably would have told her about it, but thought better of it. It was giving him a chance to help her, to pick her up, to hold her, whenever she fell, wasn't it? Not that she needed any help. She was very independent, though she never quiet minded whenever he tried to help her up. She would always accept his hand, rejects anybody elese's in the same situation. It made him feel as if he had some special privilege, which he had probably. Therefore, he only tried to help her up as a friend not taking his helping act too far away so as to make her feel that she was invalid.

It had been more than three weeks since he had first met her, and he couldn't have been more right about her. She was indeed a very good person. Helpful, determined, cheery, seem to brighten up the room with her smile, had ability to befriend anybody of any age group, was always fun to talk to and a very talented witch. She already knew about him being a werewolf, but never treated him differently for it.

They were fast becoming good friends. She always sat next to him during order meetings, or may be he sat next to her, it didn't matter really, as far as they sat next to each other. She always made a point to stay after meeting for tea, or butterbear or whatever drinking adventure striked Sirius's fancy, to catch up with her long-lost-and-recently-found-second-cousin. He was relieved when he got to know that they were related, and that's why she was excited to meet him not because she was some fangirl of Sirius's. It was fun at times to watch Tonks teasing Sirius by calling him Uncle Sirius or when she recently learned about marauders, it changed to Uncle Padfoot. It was nice really, for a change, somebody else getting on Sirius's nerves.

Remus was a bit disappointed when he learned that she was a metamorphmagus because he wanted those eyes to be real, what if those eyes weren't real just like her hairs? But then she didn't looked like one to fake, and as for hair she probably did for fun and it rather suited her. Ever since he had met he had seen her with different hairstyles but she hardly changed her eyes. And then, one couldn't morph warmth and tenderness in to their eyes, could they? And she did look adorable in pink hair...

He opened kitchen's door and winced as it creaked and there sat, object of his recent affections Nymphadora Tonks, her nose buried in something he couldn't yet see. His heart did a tango at her sight.

She looked up as he heard the door opened. Her eyes lit up as it rested on him.

"Wotcher Remus!" She was wearing baby pink hairs a little above her shoulders and a light yellow t-shirt and her blue jeans. She wasn't in her customary Weird Sisters t-shirt today. Had she not been looking so adorable with yellow and pink combination, he would have turned blind with such bright colors in between dull and morose grey walls of kitchen.

"Hello Nymp... Tonks!" he corrected hastily. "What are you doing? I thought everyone might have gone to sleep by now" though she had her own place, she sometimes stayed here when she returned from night guard duty. He couldn't complain though. He once had an opportunity to see her in her sleeping attire because of it.

One night, when she couldn't sleep, she had came down to kitchens at 3 in the morning in the hope of mid night snack. What she had not anticipated that the empty kitchen was not so empty. He had just returned from a mission and She was in her hufflepuff pajamas with yellow camisole top with a drawing of a bee in black in center and knee length yellow shorts with pink fluffy slippers. He was stunned and she was embarrassed to say the least. But he couldn't stop staring for she was looking so sweet and beautiful with her sleep tousled hairs that he wanted to exclaim 'awww you look so cute!' He had to bit his tongue in order to keep his mouth shut so as to keep his manly pride intact. A pink blush had creeped her cheeks and she looked ever so lovely. She had then excused herself and had all but ran from the kitchen.

He cleared his head from the memory and pulled out the chair next to her and sat on it, facing her. She turned to him.

"Yes actually, it was my guard duty,you see, have returned from it say 15 minutes earlier and was really hungry, so bought this from near muggle store" she said smiling at him. Now that he looked, it was a carton of ice cream that she had her nose buried in earlier, chocolate flavor with chocolate chips.

"Where were you today, by the way I came looking for y- I mean to help the Weasleys to make this place more habitable, nobody knew where you were" she seemed curious as well as bit disappointed and what was that she was saying earlier I came looking for y- could it possibly mean that she came especially for him? He felt very pleased at that, she sometimes did wonders for his ego, witch like her wanting to spend time with an old werewolf like him. And he was also sorry that she had to be disappointed because he weren't there.

"I was running some errand for Dumbledore" He said evasively and She nodded in understanding sensing that he would rather not talk about it "By all means Tonks, are you going to eat that amount of ice cream all alone?" he asked incredulously looking at the large amount of ice cream.

"No actually, I was rather waiting for someone to share it with me" she smiled at him in a way that caused emotions in him he didn't know he still had, erupt to suddenly looked a lot closer to him. When had he leaned forward?

Or had she?

And did she just said she was waiting for him? His heart skipped few beats at that, that she was waiting for him, to have ice cream which happens to be his favorite (was it a co incidence? ) at such on ungodly hour. He was definitely enjoying this closeness, and hoped very dearly and rather selfishly that only he was one to enjoy it.

"Please have it with me?" she whispered with those big brown eyes of hers, today he noticed she had applied a dark brown colored eyeliner. And she was asking him to share ice cream with her those wide innocent puppy eyes, how could he say no?

If you ask of me to have rat poison down my throat with those pleading eyes and expression, I would gladly oblige he thought fondly!

Damn! He had it bad...

"Of course" he smiled at her in return. These days when he was near her, his facial muscle seemed to ache all the time with all the grinning and smiling. And he had to make a special effort to appear that he was brooding and moping in front of Sirius, so as to not arose suspicion. God,only knew until when he could hide his over flowing fondness for Tonks from Sirius-the-nosy-dog. He conjured a spoon and dug in to the pit of ice cream. Nymphadora and chocolate ice cream, what a way to end the day?

They ate in companionable silence for few minutes. There was something oddly intimate with eating in the same plate,well in this case a carton. Since carton's mouth was rather smaller he had to eat in close proximity with her.

He was a person to blend in, in the crowd. What with him being a werewolf, all attention paid to him was mostly negative therefore he tried as much as he could to remain away from prying eyes. He wasn't used to to such attention. People don't like to share anything with a werewolf, least of all pretty young witch like her. Though he was comfortable with the order, they all treated him like equals and a friend, it did take time to adjust with them. Never a person, especially a woman has warmed his heart so fast and seeing that he knew her only for few weeks her proximity didn't made him uncomfortable. He felt oddly at peace with her. This was one new experience for him. The occasional head bumping and whenever they dived in the carton with their spoon at the same time, the cold air coming from ice cream and her warm breath near him mixed with chocolate's and her scent was making him dizzy and giddy. And Remus Lupin was never giddy. School boys and teenagers might get giddy but not 36 year old men.

"Um, seems like it's finished" she announced happily.

"Not yet" he whispered.

She furrowed her brows at looked at the carton, checking if some ice cream had remained. It was clean. She looked up at him with confusion in her eyes "Where?"

He was watching her all the time with a serene expression on his face. She really was adorable, a perfect aww sight.

"Here" he said quietly and without even thinking what he was doing, without even using his brain as to what it will mean, he took his thumb and placed it at the corner of her mouth and very slowly, taking as much as time he could touching her warm skin and cold lips, flicked off a smudge of ice cream on his thumb, all the while looking at her and she looking at him and then lowered his thumb to his mouth and licked off the said ice cream.

"Finished" he whispered. Her breath had seemed to quicken and so had his. they stared at each other and it seemed eternity. They were staring into depth of each others eyes...

Suddenly a clattering sound filled the kitchen. Nymphadora had dropped her spoon and they snapped out from the trance. A pink blush was coloring her cheeks and he was sure same was the case with him.

What in the name of Merlin was he doing? Couldn't he keep his hands off her? God knew what it meant for their friendship! What if he had acted too intimately and had scared her off and have destroyed their companionship? Granted, he wanted more but that doesn't mean that she wanted same thing from him. Just because she was friendly towards him doesn't mean that she was harboring more-than-friends-feelings for him. He was a werewolf for starters and more than decade older than her. What will she see in him? He opened his mouth to apologies because he wouldn't trade her friendship for anything in the world. And it was not the way respectable friends behaved, licking ice cream off each other faces.

But before he could force the words from his mouth she had got up.

Oh my... No no please don't be angry...

"Well Remus" she said as smiling as ever, she didn't looked angry "see you then soon, I am off to bed, I am required at Ministry tomorrow early morning. Goodnight" and with that she bend and placed a lingering kiss on his cheek. lingering a few seconds more than just a friend would stay. Warmth of her kiss mingled with coolness of her lips and his skin tingled.

He was too gobsmacked with relief that she wasn't angry and astonished that she has just kissed him goodnight, okay fine kissed on cheek, but kissed nevertheless, that he gaped at her for few good seconds.

He cleared his throat and said "Good-good night" he stuttered somehow but she was gone already.

He stared at the door for one good full minute and then he smiled. He hadn't spoiled anything after all. Seems like may be... Just may be... May be she wants more from him too... Ah wishful thinking.!

He placed his hand where her lips have touched him, wanting to imprint that sensation on his skin forever. He got up and flicked the lights off and went to bed.

Giddy indeed!

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