28th June

It's been a week since Dumbledore's funeral, yet it feels like so much has happened in a short space of time. Today was going to be another busy day. I was purposely planning bumper-packed days to distract myself from the fact that I only had a limited time with George and that I was yet to tell him of my plans. If being completely honest, I was ignoring the fact, because it hurt too much to think about leaving him behind. So today, we were using the busy-ness of London to our advantage, as the perfect cover for me against lurking Death Eaters as we had a date-day together.

"Where are you taking me?" George asked as I cooked him breakfast. I had told him that we were going out, but didn't say where or for how long. His only instructions were to dress like a muggle and wear comfortable shoes. He hadn't stopped asking questions all morning in anticipation.

"Think about somewhere we haven't been before, but would like to go…" I teased. George had written to me a few months back that he wanted to visit the new Aquarium, Sea Life so I planned our day around it. The rising excitement in George brought me happiness as he quickly realised the direction in which we were walking.

After a short wait, we bought our tickets and followed the crowd. George was soon in his element, beaming from ear to ear as we dandered around the first of the zones, through a glass archway surrounded by fish swimming around us.

"Katy, it's me!" he pointed towards a school of orange fish with black stripes.

I tried my best not to roll my eyes at him, comparing himself to a clown fish, acting like a clown during the process. What was adorable though was the way he made one of the children giggle with his stupid impressions of fish. The child's mother then jokingly offered George room and board to entertain her children over the summer. I said she could have him. George graciously declined.

We seemingly arrived at feeding time, so we were able to watch the sharks swimming beneath our feet getting their lunch and George paid for a pot of fish so that he could feed a penguin. I stood well back, for the stench alone was enough to make me feel sick. I did manage to get a picture though, and that contented him. Afterwards, we discovered the underwater viewing stations for the sea lions and seals before returning indoors to see the eels and jellyfish.

"Oh my gosh, George." I gasped, leaning down to see the tank full of turtles swimming gracefully before hopping out of the water onto the sand and rocks, "We need to get a turtle. Look how adorable this little fella is!"

One of the members of staff handed me a baby turtle, which wasn't expected to grow much bigger than the size of my hand. George got handed one of his siblings, "I don't imagine they'd be easily maintained." He commented.

Now he chooses to be sensible.

"Says the bloke who wants a dolphin."

He smirked, "Dolphins are cool."

With the trip a roaring success, George ranted and raved to Fred as they closed the shop together. I was able to greet the remainder of the staff as they headed home for the evening. It was always a risk, but I didn't think any of them were going to purposely sell me out. They weren't even able to tell anyone about the apartment above the shop anyway, because of the Fidelius charm, which had been placed on the upstairs after Narcissa's warning about Bellatrix last summer. Not that either of the twins directly told me.

After the doors were locked, the three of us went to the Burrow, as per Molly's request because she doesn't see us enough, apparently. I didn't mind, it was a guaranteed good evening, (after Molly finished her inevitable fussing). Bill arrived with two bottles of Firewhiskey and a desire for a bit of mischief – a recipe for a good laugh.

"Bill, dear," Molly started to complain, her focus shifting from her desire for Fred to shave, because he was looking a little scruffy.

But Bill was doing his best to ignore his mother, "So Fleur and I have managed to find a suitable tent for the wedding -"

"Marquee, Bill." Fleur corrected him.

"It really is great that you're able to have the wedding here," Molly said, "I know you wanted to get married in your hometown Fleur, but with everything going on here…"

Fleur nodded, "You're right Molly, eet is much safer 'ere. Mes parents are looking forward to meeting everyone."

Ron entered the front room and approached me, "Hermione wrote to me," he whispered, "there's also a letter for you upstairs."

"I'll be right back," I told George, who was all too curious about why I was getting up and following Ron to his bedroom.

"Harry wrote to me," Ron said as we climbed up the staircase, "said that the Dursleys aren't convinced, even though you and Kingsley said all the right things. He said that he's going to give them time to think it through, but they still seem to think that Harry wants the house."

"D'you think I'll have to go back?" I asked.

Ron opened the door to admit me to his room, a place that I hadn't been all too often, but when I'd been here before there was a camp bed up for Harry, with matching orange Chudley Canon duvet covers. I took a seat on the edge of his bed and he reached behind his pillow to hand me a letter, "'Mione's going on holiday with her parents and she'll come here after. She said something about needing your help with something and that she'd explain to you in the letter."

"Oh, did you read it?"

Ron laughed. "I wouldn't risk it; not with her brilliant ways of keeping secrets."

Marietta Edgecombe came to mind.

"You're right," I said, slowly ripping the unaddressed envelope open, I could see tear-stained ink and I knew now why she didn't want Ron reading it,

Hi Kathryn,

I hope this reaches you well, I enclosed it with Ron's letter.
I'm just about to leave on a trip to Munich for a week with my parents. I've spent a lot of time figuring out how to keep them safe and you're right, the only way to ensure their safety is to wipe their memories of me. But I don't think I can do it on my own… I don't want to burden you, but I'd be grateful for your support. Ron said you did such a good job with Harry's Aunt and Uncle; I just need your help with the cover story and convincing mum and dad to leave.
I'm in the process of getting them new identities and organising a place for them to live in that country we discussed. I'm going to leave our family home empty in the hope that they will come back some day. 14th July. That's the date I've decided on. You're invited for afternoon tea.

Love, Hermione.

"What'd she say?" Ron asked.

I looked up at Ron, feeling in need of some reassurance, "I think I'm going to have to obliviate Hermione's parents' memories of her…"

Ron swallowed, "She's going to be heartbroken…"

I nodded, "I know… I just wonder if I'll be doing the right thing."

"'Course you will," he said, "we're protecting them from the Death Eaters, the less Mr and Mrs Granger know, the better."

"And what're we going to do about you?" I asked.

Ron stood, "I've got an idea in mind, I'm working on it… Have you told Fred and George yet?"

I shook my head, "No, and I'm not going to until I have to."

"You're going to have to tell them soon, because I'm going to have to tell mum and dad. They already suspect something's up; though I think I've put them off for now. I overheard Kingsley telling them that you told the Dursleys something about going on the run…"

"I didn't mention anything of the sort," I told him, "I think they're just trying to work out what Dumbledore chose to tell Harry and not them. They're clutching at straws and were probably hoping you'd overhear."

Silently, I squeezed myself into the free seat at the dinner table between Fred and George. Molly had already began serving meat onto the plates as Ron and I were called to come back downstairs again. The two of us got into a deep conversation about the imminent future, and how we're all going to have to be major support systems for each other. Hermione was giving up her parents, Ron was leaving the comfort of his entire family network and Harry was taking on a huge task; we all needed to be there for one another, and I felt Ron needed to hear that.

"Hey," George whispered into my ear, handing me the spoon for the potatoes.

"Hi!" I kissed his cheek gently.

I sat, thinking about the upcoming tasks, of actually getting the Dursleys to leave, of safely getting Harry here, of telling George about me leaving, of obliviating Hermione's parents, of sorting Ron's cover story and keeping myself under the radar, all whilst contributing to the general chit chat of dinner. It was when I was half-way through eating that George had finished, "You okay?" he asked.

Scrapping the remainder of my food onto his plate, I replied, "I think my eyes are bigger than my belly again!"

"You sure there's nothing else?"

I smiled, "Just planning out next excursion!"

30th June

"Kasrine? Are you 'ome?"

"Bonjour, Fleur!" I greeted her from the bedroom where I was sitting reading over the 'Emergency Healing' book Madam Pomfrey gifted me, which I'd been making good progress with during my downtime. I quickly bookmarked the page on splinching and entered the shared space, where she was taking off her travelling cloak, "comment ça va?"

She beamed at me, "Très bien, merci! 'ow are you?"

I nodded, "I'm good. What brings you here?"

"I have un cadeaux pour toi."

Fleur conjured a silver shoe-sized box, wrapped prettily with a pink bow. Taking a seat on the sofa, I felt my eyebrows furrow as I accepted the gift I was excitedly encouraged to open. Pulling the bow to unravel it, I saw my name had been written in swirly letters on top, I flipped open the lid to reveal the cutest little arrangement. I felt myself getting a little bit emotional as I read the underside of the lid: Will you be my bridesmaid?

"Me?"

"Why of course!" Fleur smiled, "You were ze person who introducing me to Bill and you are going to be ma sœur. So what do you theenk?"

I beamed at her, "I would consider it an honour."

Fleur wrapped her arms around me and then placed her hands on her thighs, "So zere will be Gabrielle, Ginny and you." Fleur told me the details as I peered nosily through the box to see the miniature bottle of champagne, perfume, mixed berry scented candle, a tin of sweets and an 'emergency kit' with plasters, sewing materials and the like, "I need to take your measurements to fit ze dress and we will get everyzing from France."

A tape measurement zoomed out of the end of Fleur's wand and measured my body, from my height, to waist, hips, bust, arm length, "Fleur?"

"Oui?"

"What do you need me to do? As your bridesmaid? I've never really done anything like this before…"

Fleur busied herself, taking my shoe size and measuring around my head now, too, "I have everyzing under control, apart from ze cake. You see, en France zere is no wedding cake but un croquembouche. I was 'oping zat you would like to make zat?"

"You want me to make a croquembouche for your wedding?" I spluttered.

She nodded, hopefully, "Mes parents theenk zat eet would be difficile to transpor' and I 'ave not found a good Patisserie 'ere in England, so I was theeking zat you have made ze profiteroles before."

I had to lift my chin off the ground, "That's a lot of pressure if it goes wrong!"

"You will be perfect; I know eet." Fleur smiled, she was putting her travelling cloak on, "Zere will be around one-hundred guests. I will see you soon. Au revoir."

I stared at the fireplace where she'd just disappeared, chin still somewhere on the floor. She didn't even give me a chance to say no. I singlehandedly have to make enough choux pastry, caramel and crème pat for at least two-hundred profiteroles to build a show-stopping tower. I had to admire her ballsy approach to getting what she wants. I had better get practicing.

2nd July

I spent far too much time this afternoon dolling myself up. I felt like I needed a bit of self-care, so I went into London and got myself a haircut and a manicure. Nothing drastic, but enough to make me feel better in myself. I knew if anyone found out that I'd been out in London by myself, I'd have a stern talking to, but George trusts me and I was back in time for lunch, as promised. Though I know he worried the entire time I was away.

I had a dress on when Fred and George climbed the stairs to re-enter the apartment this evening. It was a flowery summer dress, light and floaty, with soft shades of green which gave off an illusion of a meadow on a sunny day. I'd forgotten that I'd stored it in George's wardrobe all year and was delighted when I put it on to see it still fitted.

George looked me up and down, his eyes popping out of his head, "Woah, you look nice."

Fred, who was standing a few steps below George on the stairs, did a double take, giving me a cheeky wink. George gave me a quick peck on the cheek, as the two of us are mindful of the fact that there are three people that share the same space and we wouldn't want to damage the good relationship we all have by making Fred feel awkward.

"I'm taking you out tonight," I smiled at George as Fred closed the door into the shop, "just you and me, I've arranged everything whilst you were at work. Freddie said he has some plans with his creativity notebook tonight."

"Oh?" he smiled at his twin, who nodded towards their table of inventions-in-progress, "So what are we doing?"

"Dinner and a movie, my treat." I said, "I've laid out a couple of outfit choices on the bed for you to choose from. We leave in 40 minutes. And don't worry, Fred has a little something left for him in the fridge."

Fred called out from his room, "You're the best Kathryn!"

"Don't you forget it!" I called back.

A few squirts of perfume, a pair of brown sandals and my handbag packed (mostly with snacks), I was ready to go. George had been standing at the front door for the guts of ten minutes waiting for me as I informed Fred on how best to reheat the curry and cook the naan bread I made him.

I always walked invisibly down Diagon Alley until I reached a disused side street in Muggle London, where I could safely reappear. It really wasn't worth the risk of being spotted, even though George hates walking with me when no one can see who he's talking to. I've told him that he doesn't need to talk to me, but his response is always 'Well how am I supposed to know where you are?'

What can I say? He cares.

We rocked up at an American-style diner and ordered burgers and chips. It's exactly what George fancied and I rolled with it. Apparently managing to fit a bap, burger, bacon, cheese, onion rings and salad in your mouth in one bite is a highly attractive quality in a partner. Who knew?

"Maybe it could be nice to invite Fred and Angelina out for dinner?" I asked, seeking George's approval or disapproval of the idea as he finished eating the chips he was stealing from my plate. Fred's interaction with Angelina had made me feel uneasy and me being me, needed to do something about it, "Then we'll be able to figure out what's going on between the two of them…"

"I don't know if you remember last time…?" George grimaced.

Oh yes, I remembered the skin-tight white dress and the look she gave me when she looked at my outfit and suggested I hurry up and get changed. But I'm past that now, I just want to see Fred happy.

"I feel like I need to check in with the whole Frangelina thing going on…" I said as I paid for our food.

George blinked, "Frangelina?"

"Doesn't work as well with Katy and George."

"Kage. Georyn. Kathrge" George laughed, "Gety." He shook his head, "What about them? You want to watch them… canoodling?" he was disgusted at his word choice, but knew it was the only PG way to describe their frankly animalistic behaviour at times.

I wore a facial expression of greatest distaste at the image that popped into my head, "We've gotta do something to make sure he's going to be okay."

George nodded, "Well, I guess we're both on the same page then. Let's do it, sooner rather than later?"

"And no cutting corners… I've got to look my very best and we've got to book one of those restaurants that has so little food on the plate that we can grab a takeaway on the way home to fill ourselves up."

George stopped walking in the middle of the footpath outside the cinema, "Don't you dare feel intimidated by that girl. I'm not having you feeling self-conscious or on edge all evening. I wouldn't change you for the world."

I approached the booth to pay for our tickets, "Yes, two for Men in Black?"

"Men in Black?" George asked, "What's that all about?"

"Men in suits versus aliens." I couldn't help but smile as his face lit up, "We're going to love it."

3rd July

"It's about time, Kit-Kat!" Ginny jumped off her bed and sprang into action, "Where are we going? What are we doing?"

"Woah!" I said, raising my hands, "I was thinking since it's just the two of us, we could do a spot of baking? Or go for a walk in the orchard? Apparently, there's a few things for us to talk about, namely what the heck we're meant to do as Fleur's bridesmaids?"

"Stand there and look pretty?"

The two of us rolled our eyes at the idea, "Are we supposed to host a hen party or something?"

"What's that?" Ginny questioned.

"Maybe they don't have them in the wizarding world? It's a night out with the girls before the wedding – the girls go on a hen night and the guys have a stag do. It's like the last hurrah of single life."

Ginny didn't seem convinced, "I doubt we'd be able to go anywhere. And do you really want to spend that much time with her, alone?"

I laughed wholeheartedly, "I hear ya, Gin, no hen-do." I took her by both hands and pulled her to her feet, "Let's go outside and feed the chickens or something."

"Can I convince you to a throw about?"

I blinked, "Fifty feet up in the air?"

"You bet." She beamed, "Come on Kit-Kat, you're not afraid of anything."

I looked at her, surprised by her statement, "You know I'm not one to turn down a challenge. But please bear in mind that I can't actually remember the last time I was on a broom..."

"You'll be fine!" she smiled, leading the way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Molly and Fleur were discussing menu options for the wedding and were so engrossed that we slipped past unnoticed. Ginny opened the shed door and threw me George's broom and hopped onto her own and took off with ease.

I had to cast all my many inhibitions aside and mounted the broom and kicked off from the ground. It was like riding a bike, you never really forget how to fly, it's just a bit nerve-wracking when you haven't been in the air for so long, "I'll be on the Gryffindor team in no time." I joked.

Ginny gently threw the Quaffle to me, and I surprisingly managed to catch it, "D'you think Harry broke things off with me for good?"

She caught me off-guard, "What? No! What makes you think that?"

"He knows that I can handle myself, but he had to go all hero on me and do the right thing, but Kat…"

"You miss him." I threw the Quaffle back to her.

I immediately got it back again, "I can't stop thinking about him and how I should have fought for him, for us."

"Gin, I -" Ginny interrupted my thought process to indicate that I should throw the Quaffle back to her, which I did and she immediately returned it, and so on, "I think you two are endgame, I know he's completely in love with you and I know you feel the same way about him, but -" I nearly dropped the Quaffle, but recovered myself, "- he's only doing this because he's trying to protect you. I'd do the same with George. I'd do whatever I had to do to protect him, to protect all of you."

"You're planning on going on this hero-mission too?"

This made me stop in mid-air as I carefully formulated my next words.

Ginny sensed my uneasiness, "You haven't told George yet. I suppose there's no way I can convince you to stay, either?"

I threw the Quaffle back to her, "I'm doing what is right, not what is easy…" I sighed, "Please don't tell him, I – I'm trying to -"

"It's okay. I'll not say anything." She said, zipping her lips together with her fingers, "But I think if you break up with him, he'll never get over it. At least Harry and I were only dating for a couple of months. You two are the real endgame, if that's what you want to call it." She caught the Quaffle I threw back to her, "If you are planning on hunting Voldemort or saving the entire wizarding race, which I expect you are, just know that George will be fighting to get you back into his arms again."

"It's like you're trying to get me all emotional Ginevra Weasley."

"I don't think I've ever heard you call me by my full name before." She pulled a face, "I feel like I'm being told off!" she giggled, zooming off towards the trees, beckoning for me to follow, "And just so you know, I don't want you to go either, but I'll be fighting for my big sister to come back to me, too."

I reached over from my broom and hugged her tight, "If anything happens to me, know that I love you so very much."

"Don't go all mushy on me, Kat…" Ginny rolled her eyes before saying, "I feel the same way." She flew a metre or so away from me, "Take care of Harry, when you're away, won't you?"

I nodded, "Of course I will!" I smiled, "You take care of my man and I'll take care of yours so that one day we can sit at the kitchen table drinking coffee together watching fondly as our husbands mess around with our kids."

"Deal."

6th July

Having arranged with Angelina to go out for dinner tonight, the three of us were frantically trying to navigate our way through the constant bombardment of busy commuters in London. Fred led the way, with George heading up the rear, protecting me in the middle, at their insistence. There was an extra spring in Fred's step, the build-up to this evening had him full of enthusiasm. The mere suggestion from my lips a few days back of a double date had him overflowing with excited energy, which only tripled when Ange's return letter arrived with confirmation.

I had practiced the alteration charm on a piece of fake ID in case I was asked to prove I was over 18, which I'm definitely not but they don't need to know that. I'd like a cocktail or two. I also changed my name, because Kathryn Pink isn't the most common of names and a light bulb might just flicker… But Katy Brown who was born on 6th September 1977 was mundane enough to get me past the bouncer at the door.

"Right, what can I get you?" Fred asked as I studied the extensive cocktail list.

"She's not of muggle age, she's -"

"Nearly twenty," Fred winked at me, "and it's only one drink George, live a little."

I covered the side of my mouth George could see and whispered, "Jack's Special please," to Fred who quickly headed to the bar to order my fruity-rum cocktail along with two pints of lager and a Cosmopolitan for Ange.

"Relax, would you?" I told George, who had his hand resting on my thigh possessively, on the look-out for anything or anyone out of place.

When Fred arrived back, he couldn't relax himself either, "Is Angie not here yet?"

I shook my head, "Don't worry, you saw how busy it is out there – give her a few more minutes!"

But a few minutes passed, and Fred went outside to see if she was waiting out there. He spoke to the member of staff on front of house, but he hadn't seen her. We had finished our first drinks and George ordered our second round as the waitress asked us if we wanted anything from the menu.

Fred became increasingly agitated the longer we sat, "I can't believe she would do this to me…"

"Why don't we order a starter or something, mate?" George suggested, looking to me for help in this very awful situation.

"She's over half an hour late, there's no point." He sighed, hanging his head in his hands, "You can drink her cocktail, Kathryn…"

"Are you sure?" I asked, but Fred slid the glass across the table to me and looked forlorn towards the entrance again.

George looked at me and nodded.

I downed the drink in a series of gulps, "Are we all squared up at the bar?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Cause we're leaving," I said, "Let's go home."

Fred looked relieved to hear someone else make the suggestion. He was miserable and there was no point prolonging his pain in public. Tonight wasn't meant to be, and comfort food was my port of call in a situation such as this. I popped into a Chinese Takeaway and ordered enough vegetable spring rolls, prawn toast and chicken balls to keep him distracted for starters. It was the first time the twins had experienced such food and were completely taken away by the different flavours as I got plates out for the main dishes – chow mein, sweet and sour pork and fried rice.

As I was grabbing a serving spoon, the three of us caught a fright as the flames in the fireplace turned emerald. Angelina Johnson walked in, taking off her travelling cloak to reveal a beautiful summer dress.

"Did I get the dates wrong?" she asked.

"We waited for ages; you didn't show…"

"I was standing outside Jack's Grill for an hour waiting… They said they didn't have any reservations under any of your names…" She looked genuinely upset.

Fred froze.

"We were at Jack's Bar on the other side of London." George said, unable to hide his devastation, "We had a couple of rounds of drinks waiting for you, but Katy thought it would be best if we came home via takeaway."

"It's my fault," Fred said, he was truly gutted, "I didn't make it clear, I'm so sorry Angie."

I handed her a plate, "There's plenty to go around. Dig in. Fill me in on life post Hogwarts."

Relief spread across the room as I broke the tension. Nothing could be done now to go back and fix the error on the letter, but what we could do was move forward and there was no better way than to share food. Turns out Angelina works in sales, promoting new products to Wizarding Businesses. After a bottle of wine between the three of them, they battled to see who had the best sales pitch, with varying degrees of flamboyance and hilarity. We ended the night making smores on the open fire and singing ridiculous tunes to our hearts content.

Who said you have to go out to have a good time?

10th July

Frantic knocks could be heard at the apartment door. We had just finished lunch and Fred was starting the wand actions to wash up the dishes as I whipped up some buttercream icing for the fresh batch of cupcakes I made, as per the boys' request. It was highly unexpected – that concerned us. We always had to prepare for the worst. The shop was still open to the public, but with the news of Dumbledore's death, people weren't as keen to leave their homes anymore. Who could blame them? The twins have since trained up two new members of staff who can manage the shop if they're not present, which has freed up their time a little to plan for the future. George caught my eye and I could see that he was afraid a Death Eater was in the shop.

Wand out, he slowly opened the door.

"Kathryn? Is she here?"

"Yeah," I watched as his shoulders became less tense as Tonks barged in, her hair grey, her face sallow, "she's right -"

"Kat, can we talk? I need to talk."

I dropped the whisk into the bowl, "What's wrong?"

She looked around the room awkwardly, "I could really do with a chat with my little sister right about now."

Fred and George took this as a request to leave and scarpered, no questions asked. So, it was just me and a grey-haired and rather grey-faced Tonks.

"I don't know what's wrong with me." she said after pacing around the apartment for several minutes, her eyes filling with tears as she sat down beside me, "Things have been going so well. The sex is even better now that we're married and we've been making love every night, but these last few days I've felt different and I can't put my finger on it."

"Every night?" I asked her.

She nodded, getting back up to pace around the room again, "I tell you I feel weird and that's what you pick up on?"

"Yes."

She sighed.

I continued my line of questioning, "When was your last period?"

She froze on the spot.

"Well?"

"I'm late…" she stared at me, going paler by the second as she placed her hands on her stomach, "I'm never late."

I gave her time to process her thoughts, to calculate dates. She told me about an odd metallic taste she had in her mouth and how she's been feeling nauseated. She was about to start pacing again when I suggested, "I've got a muggle test kit in the bathroom, if you want to go pee on a stick?" Knowing it was the option she was going to opt for, I headed for the bathroom. On my hands and knees, I rolled my sleeves up in search for my beauty bag where I had a pack of pregnancy tests hidden out of sight. Unopened, I broke the seal and took out a stick and placed it on the vanity cabinet. Tonks smiled at me weakly as I closed the door and put on some music. The two of us knew deep down what the test was going to show. The peeing was merely a formality.

A flush of the toilet saw Tonks open the door and she sat down on the edge of the bed beside me, "And now we wait."

"Now we wait." I repeated. We sat in complete silence; the hum of the shop more noticeable now than it had ever been.

Three agonisingly slow minutes passed, "You look." Tonks said.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, "Find out if you're going to be Auntie Kat."

I hopped off the bed and tentatively approached the pregnancy test sitting on the top of the toilet cistern. With a shaky hand, I reached out and breathed a sigh of sheer happiness, "TWO LINES, T! TWO! YOU'RE GONNA BE A MUMMY!"

She leapt off the edge of the bed and took the test out of my hands and let out an excited squeal. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight, crying tears of pure joy, "I've always wanted to be a mummy!" her eyes were streaming with tears, "I just didn't think it would happen so quickly!"

"Well, I'm not surprised -"

"Don't mock me and my amazing sex life."

The two of us giggled, realising how odd it was for two of us to be getting on like this in the bathroom, "Are you planning on telling your husband any time soon, or -?"

Her eyes opened wide, "Remus. I have to tell Remus." She took a seat at the kitchen table.

"Want a bun to put in the oven?" I joked as I returned to mixing the buttercream icing.

Tonks took one with her when she left twenty minutes later.