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Deserving Of Love	By : shewolflupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“CONSTANT VIGILANCE!” Alastor Moody screamed as he opened every cupboard and cabinet in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, muttering revealing spells as he did so. “There are eyes and ears everywhere.” Tonks ducked down as Mad-Eye whipped open a cupboard above her head, and she carefully jumped out of the way to avoid crashing into him as he backed up abruptly. The tea tray in her hands nearly went flying as she teetered on her boot heels, and Remus reached out and gently took it from her with a smirk and carried it to the table. “And you never know what might be lurking in cupboards.” Mad-Eye hobbled over to the broom closet and flung open the door, causing a startled Kreacher to let out a loud shriek, followed by a series of angry mutterings that were only slightly muffled when Moody slammed the door shut again. His magical eye darted around the room, resting on the ceiling and quivering back and forth as he made his way to the table.
Tonks sat next to Mad-Eye and patted the chair on her other side, grinning up at Remus. Remus took his seat and started pouring and handing out cups of tea as Kingsley Shacklebolt swung the kitchen door open and ducked inside, ignoring the wand of Mad-Eye that was trained on him. Tonks stifled a yawn and placed her hand on Remus’ thigh under the table, smirking at Mad-Eye’s disapproving look as his magical eye swiveled to the table top in front of her.   Remus cleared his throat and shifted slightly as her hand moved slightly upward, conscious that Mad-Eye was watching them. An hour ago they were doing things on this table that would have made Mad-Eye’s magical eye spin right out of his socket.
Remus blushed at the memory of their afternoon tryst – Tonks had been teasing him mercilessly as they were cleaning up after dinner in preparation for the meeting by grazing against him every chance she could and swaying her hips enticingly. He finally caved when she knocked over the sugar bowl while reaching across the table to gather a stray mug. Her eyes locked on his as she leaned down, her shirt dipping to give him a glorious view of her ample cleavage, and she dipped a finger in the sugar crystals and slowly ran her tongue over her finger tip. He warded the doors and quickly moved around the table to her, stepping out of her reach when she tried to pull him into a kiss. He spun her back around and bent her over the table before divesting them both of their clothes and roughly taking her from behind. He shook his head at the memory and placed his hand on Tonks’ under the table, giving it a little squeeze before moving it back down his thigh. It had creeped up and he gave her an admonishing but amused look. She winked at him and smiled coyly, her skin flushing as she slowly removed her hand and laid it on the table in front of her. Remus took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, then cleared his throat to begin.
“Molly is not joining us tonight, Arthur is still having some issues from his attack before Christmas and she is not keen on leaving him alone too often. This shouldn’t be a long meeting, Dumbledore just wanted us to meet up and discuss a few small matters that have been brought to his attention –“
Suddenly, a bright white form appeared in the kitchen, moving slowly toward the table before morphing into the shape of a doe. Severus Snape’s voice came booming out of the Patronus, causing each member of the Order to draw their wands and rise abruptly out of their seats.
“I am inquiring about the whereabouts of Sirius Black. Tonight Harry Potter had a vision of Sirius being held and tortured by Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries. Is Sirius Black at headquarters?”
All eyes moved to Sirius as he shakily cast his Patronus, watching with wide eyes as it drifted out of his wand and connected with Snape’s.
“Very well. I will keep an eye on Harry and keep you informed if anything comes from this vision. At the moment Harry is safe. He is with Delores Umbridge and several other students, including Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.”
The doe faded slowly from the room and the members of the Order looked at each other nervously.
“I think we should go to Hogwarts. I don’t know if Harry will trust Snape if he tells him that I am okay, and I don’t want him doing anything rash.” Sirius stated, pacing nervously around the table, chewing on his bottom lip. “And I thought Snape was teaching Harry occlumency – how is Voldemort getting through to Harry if he is using occlumency?”
Remus intercepted Sirius on his way around the table, holding him firmly by the shoulders to look him directly in the eye as he spoke in a soothing yet authoritative tone. “Sirius, listen to me. You cannot go rushing off to Hogwarts unless we know that Harry is indeed in danger. Severus is looking after him – he will be okay. With all of the enchantments that have been placed on the castle by the Ministry and Umbridge I am surprised that Severus managed to contact us at all.” Sirius pulled away from Remus and returned to his chair, clutching the back of it and closing his eyes tightly. “And remember – according to the Ministry you are still public enemy number one. They are still looking for you in connection to the escaped prisoners from Azkaban earlier this year. You getting caught and thrown in Azkaban will not do any of us any good. We need you Sirius. So does Harry.”
Sirius let out a large frustrated sigh and collapsed back into his chair at the table, staring at Remus with reluctant acceptance. Remus sat back down slowly, indicating that the others should be seated again as well.
“As long as Severus is able to keep Harry at Hogwarts there is no need to panic. We know that Voldemort will be unable to get the prophecy without him.” Kingsley reasoned. “The Department of Mysteries is well guarded – even without us. I think that we all should remain here however, at least until we hear back from Severus.”
Each member of the Order nodded in agreement, still clutching their wands, and turned their attention once again to Remus. He cleared his throat once again and tried to remember what he was saying before Snape’s Patronus had interrupted him. He had received some points to discuss from Dumbledore that morning, and he went over the small list quickly in his head in an attempt to refocus his thoughts.
“As I was saying… Dumbledore contacted me this morning and requested that I share some information with you. He has heard from various sources that Voldemort has gained an alarming number of supporters over the past few weeks – witches and wizards as well as magical creatures – and he thinks that it is imperative that certain precautions be taken to stop even more supporters from joining his ranks. A few months ago I was asked by McGonagall for help with local groups of werewolves who may be vulnerable to Voldemort’s persuasive measures. It looks like with Voldemort’s growing number of supporters that it would be most beneficial for me to complete this task as soon as possible.” Remus stole a quick glance at Tonks, noting with slight dismay that her hair had faded to a more dull shade of purple and she had gone very white. “Since the full moon is approaching in one week we think that it would be wise for me to wait a few weeks until the new moon – when the werewolves will be at their most docile – before I set out for their community.”
“And will you be fully transforming with these werewolves, or are you planning on having Severus continue to brew Wolfsbane for you during this time?” Kingsley’s deep voice boomed though the room, making Sirius jump as if he was unaware that there was anyone else there at the moment.
“Well… if I am allowed to stay as long as the following full moon or beyond, then I will be transforming with them. Generally werewolves can sense when Wolfsbane is being used, and since they will already be reluctant to let me infiltrate their pack, I believe it will be worse for me to use the potion.”
“Exactly how are you going to infiltrate a community of werewolves if you yourself don’t live as one?” Mad-Eye inquired gruffly. “You are a wizard Remus, and werewolves are historically very suspicious and mistrusting of wizards. I have dealt with many werewolves in my day – some good, some bad, but all of them greatly mistrust wizards. And they will not act kindly to an outsider who has shunned other werewolves to live with wizards.”
“I know this. I’ve been over it a million times in my head and I know that this is something I have to do. I know that it will be difficult to gain their trust since I have made it a point to live like a wizard, but I am the only one qualified to do this. I understand that this may be a waste of time, and is also dangerous. But if it keeps Voldemort from gaining more supporters, then I will happily take the chance. Now… onto other business.”
The meeting continued for nearly another hour, each member discussing their current assignments and Remus handing out their new orders from Dumbledore. Sirius fidgeted through the rest of the meeting, his mind obviously not on the business at hand, and quickly left the kitchen for a nightcap in the library with Mad-Eye and Kingsley. Remus and Tonks remained in the kitchen, clearing the table and washing the dishes in silence. Tonks jumped onto the counter and pulled Remus away from the sink, placing his dripping wet hands on her hips and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Hey mister. You afraid of the big bad wolves?”
Remus chuckled, pulling Tonks against him for a hug. “No. I’m worried about leaving you though. All my hard work at keeping your apartment livable is going to go right down the drain. Not to mention what you and Sirius are going to do to this place.” Tonks laughed and thumped him on the back playfully, then pulled back to look at him. He wanted to say so many things to her before he left, but every time he began to talk to her about how he felt he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He was worried that she would think that he wasn’t planning on coming back to her, and he didn’t want to worry her needlessly.
Tonks raised her hand and Remus closed his eyes as she gently traced the scars that ran across his face. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, lifting his hands to her head to steady her. She responded to his kiss immediately, and he sighed when she pulled him tighter against her, her tongue sweeping into his mouth smoothly. His tongue met hers and the kiss became more heated, their tongues dueling against each other until Remus pulled away to kiss her neck. He ran his tongue softly over the indentation at the base of her throat before nipping at her neck roughly, the memory of bending her over the table this afternoon coming back and adding fuel to the fire. He pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, pressed his erection against her, and Tonks wound her legs tightly around his waist. His hands fumbled with her jacket buttons and when he finally managed to work it off of her he grabbed the hem of her shirt and swiftly pulled it from her body, his hand finding a lace covered breast as he moved once again to tackle her slightly swollen lips. Tonks hastily began untucking his shirt and reached for the buckle of his belt as he fished his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the door to mutter locking spells.
Remus pulled back from her for a second and cupped a breast roughly, then leaned down and bit her nipple gently through the lace. He felt himself grow harder as she threw her head back and let out a low, deep moan. Remus kissed her again, his tongue sliding further into her mouth as her small hand slid under the waist band of his boxers to grip him firmly. She pulled away from the kiss and watched him with half-closed eyes as she stroked his length, smiling devilishly as he pressed his forehead against hers and moaned.   He chuckled softly as she ran her thumb over the head of his erection and he moved back to look in to her blazing eyes.
“I don’t know what it is about this kitchen, but every time we are alone in here I just want to throw you down and – “ A flash of white distracted him and he pulled away from Tonks abruptly, watching as the light once again took the shape of a gleaming doe. Tonks and Remus quickly began dressing and composing themselves as soon as they heard Snape’s smooth deep voice came booming out of the Patronus once again.
“Harry Potter is missing. He failed to return from his trek into the woods. Soon after he disappeared the Weasley girl, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom disappeared as well. I’m convinced that Potter and his friends are attempting to make their way to the Department of Mysteries. Please be advised – the children may be in considerable danger as there are reports that Death Eaters have been spotted in the vicinity of the Ministry of Magic.   Harry Potter is missing. He failed to return from his…” The message repeated itself and Remus quickly released the wards on the door, running from the kitchen and nearly knocking over Sirius as he entered the hall. Kingsley was close behind and Mad-Eye could be heard struggling down the stairs. Remus turned and led them back into the kitchen, just as Snape’s message was beginning for the third time. They listened to it in full twice and Remus sent his own Patronus to let Snape know that they received his message and that they were going to the Department of Mysteries straight away.
“Sirius, stay here. We will handle this, it’s too danger-“ Remus began, stopping abruptly as Sirius’ wand nearly jabbed him in the eye.
“No. I’m coming with you. It’s Harry, Remus. I can’t just sit here and not know what’s going on. I have to go!”
“NO! If you get caught –“
“He’s my GOD SON, Remus. He’s MY responsibility. I would rather die than sit here helpless if Voldemort or one of his cronies gets a hold of him. I’m going, and that’s FINAL.”
Remus began to argue again, but stopped at the look in Sirius’ eye. He had never seen him look so determined and angry before, and he stepped back slightly.
Remus sighed and shook his head quickly. “Okay. Kingsley, lead the way.” Kingsley and Mad-Eye nodded and quickly disapparated, followed immediately by Sirius.
When the others disappeared, Remus grabbed Tonks and pulled her close to him, kissing her forcefully before releasing her and looking into her grey eyes. “I love you Nymphadora.”
She grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard. “I love you too.” They disapparated together with a pop.
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It had been two days since the battle at the Ministry, and Remus was utterly exhausted. He had spent most of those two days at Tonks’ bedside in St. Mungo’s, holding her hand as she drifted in and out of consciousness. When she finally came to and her confused gray eyes met his sorrowful sleepy ones, he could barely hold it together long enough to tell her what had happened after she had fallen down the stone steps during her duel with Bellatrix.   When she found out that Sirius had been killed by Bellatrix she closed her eyes hard for a second and reached out for Remus’ hand, squeezing it tightly for a second before raising it to her cheek. Her tears were hot on his skin, and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her trembling lips, only pulling back when someone cleared their throat behind him. It was a healer and Remus returned to his seat as Tonks was examined. After they were told that she would be released in the morning Tonks persuaded him to go back to Grimmauld Place and get some much needed rest. When he returned, Mad Eye and Kingsley were waiting for him in the kitchen, and after a few hours of debriefing they finally left him alone. He slowly climbed the stairs and considered falling straight into bed, but the thought of a hot shower was enticing. He slowly pulled off his clothes, turned on the water, and clamored into the tub, wincing slightly as his tired muscles resisted more movement.
“I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!”
Remus leaned against the cold tile of the shower as the water ran over his body, hoping the spray would drown out Bellatrix LeStrange’s maniacal laughter echoing through his head. Another round of her shrill and sickening mantra ran accompanied by visions of a flash of green and Sirius falling through the veil seared through his head and he brought his large hands up to cover his face. His tears were hotter than the water, and he wiped them away furiously before resting his head against the wall of the shower again.
A shot of cold air hit his back as the shower curtain opened, and he flinched slightly as Tonks pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around him. Her small hands rested against his belly and she pulled him tightly against her chest, letting out a small sob against his scarred back. He didn’t say anything as he turned in her arms and pulled her tightly to him. He held her for a while, stroking her back with one hand and smoothing her hair with the other. Her hair had faded to a dull shade of brown and she hung her head, resting her forehead against his breastbone. He reached down and gently tilted her head up to look at him, his chest tightening once again as she let out a small hiccup and fresh wave of tears trickled down her pale face. Tears stung his eyes again, and he wanted anything to drown out the gnawing ache in his chest. Tonks opened her eyes and stared into his, and his breath came out in a rattling sigh at the look of pleading she gave him. He slowly lowered his head and pressed his trembling lips against hers, tears falling down his cheeks as she slightly opened her mouth to deepen it. Their tongues expertly slid against each other, and Remus skimmed his hands down her back when he felt her hands slide into his wet hair. He felt her nipples harden against his chest and he pulled her even tighter against him, crushing her almost painfully. He reached down and grabbed her by the back of the legs, lifting her up deftly before spinning and pressing her against the shower wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly and she arched her back, moaning softly as he slid into her. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, their lips almost touching, as he gently thrust in and out of her. The water cascaded between their bodies and began to turn cooler as he moved, and he groaned as he felt her shiver against him. Tonks moaned softly as he began to move faster, thrusting into her harder, and she snaked a hand between their bodies. He grunted as she wrapped her finger and thumb around the base of his erection and he slammed into her harshly, and she looked at him. His eyes were half closed and a single tear drop made a path down his already damp face. His lip quivered slightly as she raised her free hand from his shoulder and wiped intercepted the tear, licking the salty liquid from the pad of her finger before moving her hand to his neck to pull him into a kiss. With her other hand she gripped the base of his erection tighter as he began shuddering against her and forcefully kissed him. She removed her hand from his burning hot shaft and he felt her move it in small circles against her body, and the thought of her pleasuring herself sent him over the edge. Her orgasm built quickly and she broke the kiss to let out a long moan, Remus holding back as long as he could until he felt her muscles tighten strongly around him. He thrust harshly and deeply, a tidal wave of pleasure ripping through him as he finally burst inside of her. Tonks let out a soft whimper and he felt her shudder against him again, her nipples hardening to diamonds against his heaving chest. Remus thrust a few more times before finally going still, his forehead pressed against hers and his breath coming out in harsh pants. They stayed like that for a while – still locked together, trembling lips inches apart, until Remus slid out of her and Tonks slowly lowered her shaking legs to the floor of the shower. Remus rested his head against the tiles again and wrapped his arms around her, and Tonks buried her face in his neck and placed her small hands against his back, causing a strange feeling of guilt, sadness and odd satisfaction to well inside of him.
The water had long since grown cold in the shower and tiny goosebumps covered their exposed flesh. The places where their bodies were still pressed together were pleasantly warm still, and Remus pulled Tonks closer against him. He raised a shaking hand and finally turned off the water, then leaned down to press a lingering kiss against her chattering lips. She opened her eyes and stared into his, opened her mouth to say something and he raised a finger to stop her from speaking, shaking his head slightly.
“Let’s not talk about it tonight.”
They stared in silence for a few seconds before he finally turned away from her and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel from the hook on the back of the door and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing his robe and wrapping it around a shivering Tonks with a kiss against her forehead. He turned from her to stand in front of the mirror and examined his appearance as Tonks left the bathroom.
He pressed his hands flat against the counter top and hunched over, tears welling up in his eyes as another round of Bellatrix’s screams began flying through his head. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh before standing and looking at his reflection again. Why had he not forced Sirius to stay behind? Why didn’t he bind him to a chair, or petrify him? He shook his head to get the thought out of his head. There was no way any of them could have known what was going to happen at the Ministry tonight. It easily could have been any one of them; Shacklebolt, Moody, himself, or – he closed his eyes at the thought and hung his head – Tonks. The thought of losing her sent a fresh flash of pain through his chest. And now that Lord Voldemort was back, losing her was even more of a possibility. A sense of dread and panic came over him when he thought of the impending war. He had lived through Voldemort’s first reign of terror and he didn’t know if he had the energy or the mental capacity to do it again.
He heard a faint whooshing noise in the bedroom and he grabbed his wand and stepped into the room. Tonks had started a fire in the fireplace and the chilly room was already beginning to warm slightly. She was already in bed, the robe discarded on a chair near the door, the blankets tucked over her bare breasts.   She had dried her hair and it hung in soft waves past her shoulders, and was holding a small vial of a purple liquid and a glass of Firewhiskey. The bottle of Firewhiskey, an empty glass and another small vial sat on his nightstand. Remus flicked his wand at the fire as he walked past and it blazed hotter, a wave of heat hitting him as he dropped his towel and climbed under the blankets. He picked up the vial and turned it over in his hands, looking at Tonks for an explanation. He had never seen her look more morose. Her eyes looked unfocused as she stared at the fire, the glass of Firewhiskey at her mouth, a single tear trickling down her flushed cheek. She took a long drink before she turned to look at Remus and held up her own small vial.
“Potion for Dreamless Sleep. Standard issue for Auror’s in the field. It helps, trust me.” She uncorked her vial and swallowed the liquid in one go, and set the vial back on her nightstand. Remus followed suit, then turned back to Tonks and took her Firewhiskey out of her hand. He finished the amber liquid and set the empty glass on his night stand, then pulled her tightly against him.
“I wasn’t expecting you to get out so soon. I would have waited for you had I known they were releasing you.” She slowly slid down and rested her head against his chest, her arm flung low over his lap, and he stroked his hand through her hair.
“I checked myself out. I’m physically fine and they didn’t really need to keep me any longer. After you left I felt lonely and scared and needed you.” Her breathing grew deeper as the potion kicked in, and Remus squeezed her against him tighter, thanking Merlin and anyone else who would listen that they had both returned tonight. His eyelids began to droop, and the last thing he remembered was her nuzzling against him and a faint “I love you” escaping her lips before he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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