It was his first night staying at number 12 Grimmauld Place and already Snape was regretting that choice. Although the house was full of people, they only made his existence seem all the more solitary.

Mentally preparing himself for another night alone Snape made his way to the loo to ready himself for bed. He spared a moment to glance longingly at the door to the bedroom he knew Nymphadora shared with Lupin. Snape wished she was here with him now, and then she was.

Coming out of the bathroom brushing her hair she tripped on the doorframe. Instinctively he caught her sides to steady her.

"Whoa, thanks Sevie." She gasped stepping out of his grasp. She too had been getting ready for bed and was wearing only pajama pants and a bright orange bra which clashed obscenely with her purple hair. She saw him eyeing her.

"I didn't know anyone else was up here." Tonks stated and he was surprised she didn't try to cover herself from his gaze.

He found it difficult to tear his eyes from her curves but eventually made it to her face. She was biting her lip. Snape thought it almost looked as if she were getting off on his staring. "I'm staying in the spare room." He gestured to the only other room on that floor, which had previously been unoccupied. When she smiled warmly at him he found himself almost wishing she would leave. She had given him something that now needed tending to.

"Oh, well, goodnight then." And Tonks skipped off to her room. Snape now needed the assured privacy of the loo more than ever.

Oh God. She felt chills at being seen by Severus. Tonks was an exhibitionist. She always found it thrilling to be seen, and with a body like hers, why not, she reasoned. But this felt different. Closer to how she felt with Remus, only…better? No! I love Remus!

Sitting down on her side of the bed she watched him. It was the night before the full moon. That night was always the hardest on him. He took a potion to sleep these nights in addition to the one that kept his condition in check.

She glanced back at the door thinking of Severus and how firmly he had held her with his surprising smooth hands. She could picture clearly in her mind his eyes raking over her scarcely dressed body. If only I had decided to sleep naked tonight, that could have been a real thrill for both of us.

Try as she might it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the ache in her stomach and the ever growing wetness between her legs. Remus hated it when she would masturbate during his time of the month; it reminded him he wasn't a normal man. He took it as a personal insult that for three nights he couldn't please his woman. Yet her needs couldn't be turned off. He's was completely out from the potion, he'll never know.

Guilty as she felt thinking about Severus she argued with herself. A little fantasy won't hurt. No one need ever know. Stripping completely she lay in bed over the covers. Moody had said once it was never a good idea to cast spells on your wand but she knew one that was side affect free. Bringing her wand to her lips she whispered her secret spell. It began to vibrate.

With a wicked smile she laid back and enjoyed the effect as she trailed it slowly down her body. Twirling it around her breasts she gasped as it slipped over her already erect nipples. She slid it lower and guided the tip along her opening and over her clit. Tonks bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as she thought of Severus' hands on her, imagined them running along her body.

Her wand dipped into her. The smooth wood slipped easily in and out her wet folds. She allowed her free hand to again tease her breasts arching into her own touch. Pulling her wand out slightly and laying it against her clit the motions of it were almost too much. She wiggled beneath it. Coming hard she called out "Severus."

Gasping she jumped up and looked over at Remus. He was still sound asleep. Closing her eyes Tonks allowed her body to fall back against the mattress. She wished Severus was lying next to her. The thought appalled her. No I don't! It was just a little fantasy, it doesn't change anything!

Snape tried to pretend she didn't have such a strong effect on him. He prepared himself for bed but the more he tried to forget her the more he thought of how beautiful she had looked, the colour of her bra at odds with her hair, how nice it had felt to hold her, and that smile. It had nearly been his undoing. He still couldn't believe she had let him watch her. The more he thought of her, the harder he became until it could no longer be ignored. Seating himself he unbuttoned his pants and slipped out his length.

Severus began to stroke himself as he imagined how lovely her soft little hands would feel now in place of his own. The mounds of her breasts had bulged from the top of her bra and he imagined his hands gliding across them, then behind her unclasping her bra. He caressed her lower, stripping away her pants and thong, he eyed the patch of purple hair between her legs. Yes, he imagined it purple. Keeping up with his steady strokes he imagined thrusting his fingers in her curls and…Oh God. It was so real. He almost believed he could smell her arousal. That put him over the edge. Quickening his strokes and cupping his balls he came, carelessly calling out her name.

He sat there awhile savoring the sensations and imagined closeness of her. Then the truth washed over him and he felt lonelier by far than ever before. She wasn't his. Why did he wish to torture himself like this? This hadn't been the first night he dreamed of her while wanking off but it had been the most real. This in turn only served to make the reality of it more real to him. There was nothing he could do now but clean himself and go to bed. Maybe, if he ever fell asleep, he would dream of her.

Once her breathing returned to normal Tonks made another trip the loo. With the slight worry of being caught out naked by Remus (he did not approve of her exhibitionism) and excitement at the thought of being caught my Severus, she didn't notice the chink of light under the bathroom door.

Once open only a crack she could tell the room was occupied. It was Snape. He sat on the toilet lid leaning back stroking his length and much of it there was to stroke. His eyes were closed and a filthy smile played at his lips. Her hands glided subconsciously down her body to tease her clit as she watched him. Seeing him please himself had made her so wet again, her cream began to run down her thigh. That's when his strokes became faster and he reached lower to feel his balls. She had to fight to stay silent as he came and she clearly heard him call "Nymphadora."

Tonks closed the door quickly before he opened his eyes. Running the few feet to her room she slipped inside and closed the door leaning against it.

He said my name. Her mind was racing yet it felt numb. She wasn't sure what it meant, but for once she wasn't upset to hear her always dreaded name.

Lying back in bed she used her fingers to fuck herself with renewed vigor all the while rubbing her clit with her palm. All she could think of was how much of him there had been and imagined how completely he'd fill her. As she came she could hear him shout her name just as he had while pleasing himself with thoughts of her. She moaned softly.

Opening her eyes she found Remus watching her. Thankfully she hadn't said Severus' name this time.

"Enjoying yourself?"He asked, his expression was unreadable.

"Why are you awake?" She knew it sounded cold. Tonks wished he would be angry, but his expression never changed and she knew he was hurt.

"Snape informed me it was risky taking both a sleeping potion and one for Lycanthropy at the same time. I couldn't do without, so I took a lighter dose, I wish now I had downed the whole bottle."

Tonks reached out and brushed a stray hair from his face. He turned his back to her. She wasn't offended, she knew he didn't like being touched his werewolf nights. Sighing she rose and left for the loo once more. Severus should be in bed by now.

As annoying as Remus' insecurities sometimes were they were twice as sad. Even after all these years he still struggled with accepting his lycanthropy. Tonks knew she should be more patient.

Severus awoke the next morning recalling the incident of the night before. He had not dreamed of her. Same as every night the Dark Lord had found him to be a traitor. Snape was tortured by his hand as his once fellow Death Eaters looked on. He felt fear but no pain. Saw Bellatrix laugh as he suffered, could hear her high-pitched cackle. Even in sleep he wasn't given a moment of peace.

He dressed and descended the many stairs to the kitchen; hoping talk of Potter's attack by dementors had died down. All he ever heard of late was about Harry Potter's bloody hearing. As he reached the door he could hear the tinkling of glasses and silverware amidst raucous laughter. He dreaded entering, and threw the door open with more force than was necessary. It was apparent the Weasley twins had just done or said something amusing as Potter and the other Weasley children were laughing. Miss. Granger however looked appalled.

Scanning the entire room before entering, he found Dora. She was snuggling up to the werewolf.

"So you forgive me than?" Snape heard her whisper to her lover.

Did they have a fight? He wondered; hope flaring in his chest only to be crushed as Lupin's expression softened.

"Considering you did nothing wrong." He said rubbing her back affectionately before placing a kiss on her head.

There were only two open seats. Should I sit next to Potter and friends or this sickening couple? Anything was better than Potter. He took a seat across from Lupin who was gently stroking Tonks' hair.

"You know," he said "it does look nice purple but I still prefer it pink." Smiling at her boyfriend she screwed up her face and her hair shortened, spiked out at the sides and turned a vivid bubblegum pink. Snape snarled quietly to himself and averted his eyes mistakenly catching Sirius' who scowled at him. Knowing Black wouldn't say anything in front of Nymphadora, Snape arched an eyebrow and spread his hands, trying his best to look sarcastically innocent. Sirius' scowl deepened, his eyes narrowing. How he loved to bait the mongrel.