Remus and Tonks continued their explorations, their kisses growing more heated as hands drew more daring. It was only when Tonks found herself being drawn onto Remus’ lap so that she was straddling him on the floor against the couch that her nerves got the better of her. His arousal was unmistakable and her inexperience was a topic of some sensitivity to her. She wanted him—gods, how she wanted him—but she just wasn’t ready to go there within minutes of the first time he’d laid lips on her. She drew back from him slowly, and tried to downplay it, lest he think himself rejected.
“Sorry,” she said, looking down sheepishly and biting her lip. “There are a lot of people in this house and the next interruption could have been…a lot more embarrassing,” she finished shyly.
Remus rewarded her with a gentle smile and reached up to cup her face.
Tonks chucked a thumb toward the door. “…would you be offended if I went to talk to Gin and make sure she’s okay and not weirded out?”
To her delight, Remus gave another small grin and leaned forward to gently kiss her forehead. “Of course not. Go talk to the little ginger Marauder. Are you staying here tonight?” Tonks nodded. “Then I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?” Tonks nodded again and then, blushing, leaned forward and slowly pressed her lips to his once more, lingering just a bit.
“Breakfast, yeah.” She blushed. “Night, Remus.”
Tonks desperately hoped that Hermione wouldn’t be in the shared room with Ginny, and for once, she was in luck. She knocked and then poked her head in. “Hey, Gin?” she murmured softly as she stuck her head around the doorframe.
Ginny was sprawled out on her belly atop her bed with her fourth year Charms textbook open in front of her. She glanced up at Tonks, and damn it all, a huge, shit-eating Marauder grin stole across her pretty face. She slowly closed her book and sat up, smirking, as Tonks rolled her eyes and stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind her.
“Can we talk?” Tonks laughed throatily.
“Damn straight we can,” Ginny said slyly. “Start spilling. Immediately.” To Tonks’ great delight, Ginny shoved her books off the bed and scrambled up to sit Indian-style as she patted the spot next to her with a predatory grin. “Park it. Now.” Tonks crawled upon the bed and as she was settling into place, Ginny continued. “Look, I’m not gonna lie. The man’s damn sexy. We were all hot for him in DADA.” She paused. “Well, I can’t speak for the boys, of course, but then again, I’m pretty sure I caught a few guys ogling that arse…” Ginny trailed off. Then she snapped back. “TONKS!” she said giddily. “When the fuck did this happen?”
Tonks gave a smug grin. “You want the long or short version?”
A belly laugh. “Okay, well…the short version is that you actually walked in on our first kiss.”
Ginny gasped and her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh my god, Tonks, I’m so—“ Tonks cut her off with a hand.
“No. Hush. We’d been snogging awhile already before you made it in there, Gin,” she dismissed. Beating around the bush wasn’t her style, so she continued. “In fact, you probably did us a favor. Things were starting to get a bit heated, and if you hadn’t come in when you did, we could have been in for some major embarrassment.” She laughed at this. “The longer version is that, to be honest, we’ve been leaning in for that kiss for about three months and I swear to fucking Merlin I was going to lose my mind if he didn’t make a move soon.” She rolled her eyes affectionately, no real venom behind her words.
Tonks gave Ginny an appraising look and took a chance.
“Look, Gin. I know you love him.” At this, Ginny’s eyes snapped up. “And no, I’m not going to give you some condescending bullshit about how you’re 14 and don’t know what love is. I’ve watched you watch him. Just…” Tonks considered her words carefully. “I can’t make you any promises, Ginny Weasley. I can’t. Love is possibly the weirdest and most unpredictable force in the universe. But I’m just going to tell you right now that if you love him, don’t give up on him. He watches you sometimes when you’re not looking.” At this Ginny’s eyes snapped up, wide. Tonks nodded. “He does. He looks at you with a sort of…” Tonks gestured wildly, looking for the word, “surprised look, as if it’s dawning on him that you’re no longer a little girl.” Ginny blushed. “And I’m not going to tell you to sit around and wait for him forever, Gin. Some guys never do get their heads and asses wired together. But if you love him and you think he’s worth it, be patient.” Tonks reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Ginny’s ear. “I’m going to tell you something that no one else knows, Ginny. Not my mom, not my co-workers, not my best friend, not Sirius, and not even Remus.”
She leaned forward, blushing, and whispered softly in Ginny’s ear:
“I fell in love with Remus Lupin the day I met him three months ago, and I am going to marry him.”
With that, she got up, red-faced, and quickly left the room, leaving one very intrigued and hopeful Gryffindor in her wake.