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Several of the order members had their own bedrooms at Grimmauld Place as early as OOTP, as they’d be working late nights and there were plenty of spare rooms to go around.  Remus spent a surplus of time there with Sirius—he could sense how itchy Sirius was getting by himself and was trying as much as he could to ease the tension.  Tonks had her own place in London not too far off but as a natural procrastinator she still hadn’t made it particularly homey after training (her closet was filled with a couple of clothes-filled boxes propped up on their sides and she never had any food) and preferred spending her nights at headquarters with Sirius, who always had a lot of really raunchy stories, and Remus, whose face went the most fascinating shade of pink when she teased him.  Many an Order member would trudge in at some ungodly hour of the morning to find the three of them still up in the kitchen, sipping firewhiskey from the bottle and playing cards.  Remus won every time.
Tonks’ attraction to Remus started as a game—a sort of joke that consoles (my tortoise Lightning, my fiancée Remus).  She liked the way his whole body would stiffen when she walked her fingers up his arm or told the bartender at the local pub that they’d just returned from their honeymoon.  Sirius had particularly gotten a kick out of the charade, but Molly always just tutted knowingly while Remus looked thoroughly abashed.  It was all fun and games, though, until one morning she woke up and it wasn’t, and how mortifying to now find herself enjoying the game in an entirely different way.  She’d gotten awkward then, as Tonks was prone to do, and things were set in motion.
The night Sirius died he and Remus had argued in the kitchen over whether to go to Harry or wait for word.  After a heated discussion that nearly degenerated into fisticuffs Sirius had stormed out and it was Tonks who had held Remus back from going after him—they were to wait for orders, after all, and Sirius could take care of himself.  He wasn’t stupid.  He’d be fine.  Then she’d kissed him, because she wanted to and she could tell he wanted her to and just as Remus had started his very first (and oft-repeated) lecture on why exactly this whole thing was incredibly inappropriate, Snape had sent word to headquarters and they were off.  Later, Tonks would add this whole episode to the long list of reasons Sirius would still be alive if she hadn’t ever been born (or at least wasn’t so stupid), and later Remus would be the one to talk her down night after night when she left Order functions to sit in Sirius’ bedroom and brood.
After they actually started dating, they lapsed into domesticity fast.  After one episode in which Remus had found Tonks’ entire library (six well-worn naughty witch novels about moors and vicar’s daughters and heaving bosoms), he started to read to her—Jane Austen, mostly.  She’d complain that there weren’t enough dirty parts and he’d be forced to make some up as he went along, which she found horribly distracting.  They never actually finished a book.

brideofgob / angelinajohnsons:

  • Several of the order members had their own bedrooms at Grimmauld Place as early as OOTP, as they’d be working late nights and there were plenty of spare rooms to go around.  Remus spent a surplus of time there with Sirius—he could sense how itchy Sirius was getting by himself and was trying as much as he could to ease the tension.  Tonks had her own place in London not too far off but as a natural procrastinator she still hadn’t made it particularly homey after training (her closet was filled with a couple of clothes-filled boxes propped up on their sides and she never had any food) and preferred spending her nights at headquarters with Sirius, who always had a lot of really raunchy stories, and Remus, whose face went the most fascinating shade of pink when she teased him.  Many an Order member would trudge in at some ungodly hour of the morning to find the three of them still up in the kitchen, sipping firewhiskey from the bottle and playing cards.  Remus won every time.
  • Tonks’ attraction to Remus started as a game—a sort of joke that consoles (my tortoise Lightning, my fiancée Remus).  She liked the way his whole body would stiffen when she walked her fingers up his arm or told the bartender at the local pub that they’d just returned from their honeymoon.  Sirius had particularly gotten a kick out of the charade, but Molly always just tutted knowingly while Remus looked thoroughly abashed.  It was all fun and games, though, until one morning she woke up and it wasn’t, and how mortifying to now find herself enjoying the game in an entirely different way.  She’d gotten awkward then, as Tonks was prone to do, and things were set in motion.
  • The night Sirius died he and Remus had argued in the kitchen over whether to go to Harry or wait for word.  After a heated discussion that nearly degenerated into fisticuffs Sirius had stormed out and it was Tonks who had held Remus back from going after him—they were to wait for orders, after all, and Sirius could take care of himself.  He wasn’t stupid.  He’d be fine.  Then she’d kissed him, because she wanted to and she could tell he wanted her to and just as Remus had started his very first (and oft-repeated) lecture on why exactly this whole thing was incredibly inappropriate, Snape had sent word to headquarters and they were off.  Later, Tonks would add this whole episode to the long list of reasons Sirius would still be alive if she hadn’t ever been born (or at least wasn’t so stupid), and later Remus would be the one to talk her down night after night when she left Order functions to sit in Sirius’ bedroom and brood.
  • After they actually started dating, they lapsed into domesticity fast.  After one episode in which Remus had found Tonks’ entire library (six well-worn naughty witch novels about moors and vicar’s daughters and heaving bosoms), he started to read to her—Jane Austen, mostly.  She’d complain that there weren’t enough dirty parts and he’d be forced to make some up as he went along, which she found horribly distracting.  They never actually finished a book.


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I just finished watching the DHP2 again and I just noticed.. 

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