we are a low word count, any level of experience rp set in harry's 3rd year at hogwarts. students and adults alike are welcome! given we are set fairly early in the series, everything that happens from this point on will be up to us! perhaps sirius black will be cleared and peter arrested, or perhaps something darker lurks in the shadows...
Provided another stupid idea didn’t pop in his head, such as getting her hurt when pursuing his old friend, or friends if they were right, or perhaps even just someone else hurting her randomly thinking it was all his fault and he wasn’t good enough for her, she had one. But what were the chances of that? Very high. Though he didn’t want to admit it.
“I suppose that comes with being well read, I have read my fair share of cheesy romance stories,” He chuckles, his heart beating against his chest with her so close to him. He kissed her forehead with a happy little grin curling up on his face. “I –“ Backtrack Remus, backtrack. Don’t you dare say it. “Like you being like this. Us together.” Oh good. That was a good way to finish it without hinting at what he was about to say. God knows what would happen if he admitted he was in love with her. He’d be farther down this rabbit hole than he felt comfortable with. At least right now he could partially dig himself out, though never completely.
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jul 21, 2018 5:39:37 GMT
"I... like you being like this. Us together."
Now, Tonks, being the ripe age of twenty, has been through a few things, knows a few things. And when you're having a quiet moment such as this and he starts a sentence with 'I'; well, it can only be finished in a few ways. She smiled all too knowingly at him, eyes glittering. She'll let him get away with it for now, as she sees it in his eyes and that's all she needs. That's all she'll ever need really, to always see the unspoken truth.
"Then I'm sure you know what happens when two people share such a quiet moment, such as this."
She's lost in his eyes and the sea of emotion there. Nothing but a comfortable silence blanketed them in this courtyard. You could hear the commotion of Hogsmeade just in the distance. But in this quiet moment of solitude, it was nothing more than she and him, the beating of their hearts and the soft huff of breath. She wasn't even noticing the biting cold any more. She could feel his heart beating against his chest, where her hands rested but she's moving them now, to cup his cheeks, still giving him that lovely smile - like she knows something, but isn't saying it either. Plus she's already said it, but she knows, she knows what he's thinking but that thought it clouded up with next statement. She wants to sigh at him.
"You are. You always will be. I'll only ever need moments like this. I don't need anything fancy. Just you, just you and I will be complete."
And before he would protest or argue, she pulled him down to her, sealing her words to his lips.
It felt like his heart was beating against his chest so hard she could feel the beating – of course it was mostly in his head (though she could obviously feel it, just not as strongly as he thought she would), but even still. He could hear it thumping in his head, as he looked at her, having suggested that this moment was… perfect for a romantic embrace. She was right. Everything about her was intoxicating, amazing, beautiful. He wondered how anyone in the world could ever… deserve such… an amazing young woman like her.
And boy, when she said that last bit, he was about to speak up, he even had opened his mouth just slightly to argue when she pulled him in their lips connecting. All thoughts of arguing disappeared and he found himself lost in her taste, in her smell, in her touch. His eyes closed, and his hands went to her hips, one snaking around and pulling her closer to him so her stomach was flush against him. His other hand snaked up her back and to the back of her head, holding her against him, his lips moving against hers, his tongue even… exploring a little bit, though hesitatingly so.
He put in every little bit of feeling he could muster up into the kiss – the unspoken confession of love he was too afraid to say aloud, the appreciation for everything she had done for him, the want, the need for her to be near him, for the physical contact, for her love.
It took several moments, their lips intertwined before he pulled back breathlessly staring at her and then quickly moving back in, giving her a second kiss, though this one not quite as hungry, sweeter – almost sweeter than chocolate if that could be possible. After a hand just barely lowered from her back and then quickly retreated back up feeling that was a little too far and afraid she would get angry, the second kiss ended, a bit shorter than the first, but just as much love put into it.
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jul 22, 2018 3:32:08 GMT
She allowed him his hesitant explorations. It was thrilling like they had almost been sent back to their teenage years. Well, they were standing in the middle of a snowy deserted Hogwarts courtyard, so one could only understand how one could get lost in such a fantasy. He wasn't much for words, she knew, but man, did his actions set her on fire. She was pulled flush against him, which cause a tasty little noise in the back of her throat. She was honestly amazed at the strength of their love for each other when it was unbridled. Her head was swimming with the emotion, already addicted. There was no way in hell that she was going to let this go. Not ever. She didn't know the future, but god forbid if she lost this man to anything.
He finally parted from her for a moment and she did mean it was only a moment before he, he himself, went back in again for a more innocent kiss. It didn't matter; it honestly just stoaked the fire more. She made a noise that was not so innocent though, as he pulled away again.
Wild eyes met his and she gave him a sultry smile, how about we go for a walk... head for dinner... and maybe, we continue this conversation as dessert?" she gave him a playful wink, her hands travelling down his back giving a gentle squeeze of his bum. Eyebrows lifting. "I've cottage in Hogsmeade. We can take our dinner there as well."
Her breath was low, husky. She wasn't much interested in dinner, but, she didn't want to overload him... too much. The suggestion of it all was probably enough to send him over, anyway.
His eyes widened slightly when she squeezed him, though not a bad look of surprise, it was surprise nonetheless. Breathlessly he stared at her for a few moments, so many thoughts running through his head. Oh god, was Rose going to be right and they were going to be doing actual… adult things? That snowball fight was far from grown-up, but as he looked at her, he felt a yearning for… more. No, Remus, you can’t do that to her. And he knew he could never do that to her.
Licking his lips slowly, looking at her and pondering what response he was going to give that would not be offensive but also conservative at the same time, he took in a shaky breath. “Well, we don’t want to spoil our appetites by going for too much dessert too soon.” He then thinks about the two bars of chocolate he had consumed before coming over here to help chill his nerves over the date. “Then again, I do enjoy myself a lot of sweets…” He laughed nervously.
“Why don’t we take a walk to your place then? If we’re going to eat there anyways,” Remus. Remus. Oh my god Remus, stop. That was what was going on in his head. He just accepted an invitation to be alone with a girl at her place. A cottage alone together. He shifted slightly, his heart thumping with excitement and nervousness at the same time. “Shouldn’t stay out in this cold too much, it would be terrible if one of us got sick.” Remus, you were digging yourself farther into the hole. Stop it. Stop Remus. Stop this madness. Yet his mouth didn’t listen to his mind – instead it was listening to something else, though he wasn’t sure what. “I think I’m looking forward to some time alone with you – no worries of students walking through.” Jesus Christ Remus, how dumb are you? The nervousness and internal fight was barely apparent on his face, but it was still there.
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jul 22, 2018 4:24:04 GMT
She pulled away from him and it physically hurt to do so. The loss of the warmth, the intimacy. But unfortunately, she wanted to give him time to.... aw hell, what was she kidding? She was riling him up. So there would be no instant appration to her front door, no matter how much she wanted to. She wanted to build the anticipation. She could do seclusion. In fact, at this moment, she welcomed it. Her cottage was on the opposite side of the main part of town where the kids were, so they shouldn't be interrupted at all.
She gave a thoughtful hum as she took his hand to lead him out of the courtyard, linking her fingers with his. Ah, that felt nice on her cold hands. Yep, he was nervous she could tell, she squeezed his hands, the look in her gaze still suggestive. "Well, they say I'm the sweetest treat of them all."
She squeezes his hand for good measure, reinforcing that fact that yes, she was suggesting this and yes, she did want this. "My place sounds perfect."
She says this with a smile, absolutely giddy. "I wouldn't mind having you take care of me while I was sick. Nor would I mind caring for you. I would actually take pleasure in it."
She giggled, "and by students, you mean your nosy little sister."
Which of course, after today, will probably want the story once she tracked her down. Hopefully, it all goes well, Tonks hoped. She laughed, breaking the tension slightly.
Her little squeeze on his hand reassured him, and while he was jumping out of his skin nervous, she kept him rooted in reality right now, instead of flying off onto a self-deprecating internal journey about how just being around her was cursing her. How snogging him had marked her as tainted. How – wait he wasn’t supposed to go on that journey. The hand pulled him back from the journey he tried to go on even with her there, and rooted him to the moment instead of worrying about all of those things.
“I don’t know, chocolate is pretty sweet… I don’t know what I would do if I had to pick between chocolate…” He was teasing her, as was apparent from a small mischievous smile that had appeared on his face. A little bit scared as the thought of her getting bored of him eventually crept into his head, he squeezed her hand to try to keep him rooted again, instead of letting himself go down that track of mind. He was really bad at this whole being happy thing.
“Are you sure about that? I’ve been told when I get sick, I can be a bear to take care of,” He laughed, her happiness and giggling addictive and making him feel similarly. He hadn’t quite felt this happy in any moment when she wasn’t around for… well years at this point. A very long time. And yet here she was bringing such joy into his life every time they were around each other, even if they were fighting over something – usually him getting upset and worried she would leave him and therefore wanting to just cut to the chase and not worry about that.
“Yes, well, primarily her. As I told you in the hospital wing, behavior must be at its best if any of my students are around – what would you have done if you saw, I don’t know, one of your professors snogging someone? Personal and professional lives must be kept separate. Even with Rose… I love her, I really do, but… I’m a private man, Dora. I know you’re friends with her, so I won’t say you can’t talk with her about whatever… happens between us. I would just ask to make sure that you use some discretion. Some things are meant to stay between just two people, yes?”
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jul 22, 2018 5:29:29 GMT
She released his hand for a moment, to rearrange her positioning against him as they walked. She now had her arm wrapped around his, fingers linking again, seeking the warmth, again. Her cheek pressed against his shoulder, part of her attention on the ground to make sure it didn't come up and attack her again. So far so good. Just the soft crunching of the snow.
A dark, sensual gleam overtook her gaze. "Why not both then? No need for choosing." Her voice low, she pressed herself closer to his side. "Melt it down, pour it over my naked, lithe body..." The seductive smile was back. Let's give him some imagery. That'll be even more fun and delicious. "And you can clean it up...slowly."
Yep, she was definitely in for keeps, because she was going to feed him every image she could until she became an addiction he couldn't rid himself of. Self-deprecation or not. She would make sure of it.
Or she would be the death of him. Either way.
She hummed, smiling at him. "Still wouldn't mind. You could be mad and raving and I would still tend to you. My love has no conditions."
She thought a moment on his question, "well. As long as it wasn't Snape; because, for some reason, just the thought of witnessing that gives me the heebie-jeebies. I'd say more power to them."
She gave a shrug. "It's not my business, I was never much for gossip. More for on how I could annoy Filch, or break into his office and steal things to use in pranks. Though, one time I was in there, and he had just this old brown folded up bit of parchment on his desk with a note on it 'highly dangerous'. Really? Parchment? Kids'll enchant anything these days..."
She squeezed his hand again.
"Like I would give your sister every detail, love," she snickered. "All she's ever interested in is if it went well. To be honest, she's a little more relaxed knowing you're happy."
Tonks smiled, shaking her head.
"We're getting close, have in mind what you would like to eat?"
His mouth dropped at her words and he quickly shifted in order to hide any sort of physical reaction he might have had to it. “D-Dora – W-We’re still in public, b-behave.” Despite his slight scolding of her, he couldn’t get the image out of his head, thinking that any time he ate chocolate he would think of it and oh god, he was going to die. He pulled out a candy bar with his free hand and nibbled on it nervously before tucking it away again. Yep. When he nibbled on it, the image seemed to get stronger.
“Well, you see, when I get sick,” Good, move on, that’s a good way to get the image out of your hea – just thinking about it made the image in his head grow a bit stronger. He coughed slightly, his face bright red. “I insist I’m just fine, and I’ll try to do things I probably shouldn’t.”
He snickered slightly when it came to Snape. He owed Severus a lot, but he too would rather not have information on his personal life when it came to things like that. He wondered, for a moment, if it had been Lily’s death that affected him and made him change sides – he knew they had been friends until that… incident. How could he not when he was good friends with Lily? Then the paper. He gave her a small smug look. “Dora. When my friends and I left school, you know that map of ours? We made sure it got caught by Filch so future troublemakers could find it and figure it out. I remember when he caught James and Sirius he made sure to put a note that said exactly that on it. To anyone who didn’t know, it was an old piece of parchment. I suppose that means… you weren’t enough of a troublemaker.” He gives her a small wink.
He laughed when she was on his sister and with his free hand he rubbed the back of his head. “Well I don’t know what you two get up to talking about. I know back when I was in school, James and Sirius would talk about all sorts of things they would end up doing on dates.” Then again, who’s sister wanted to know everything about a brother’s relationship?
"We're getting close, have in mind what you would like to eat?"
You.
Stop Remus. Stop. You don’t want that, it would just make things more complicated no matter what your heart is telling you. Your brain was smarter and had been in control for years, don’t let things go out of control now. “I don’t know, I’m honestly fine with anything.”
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jul 22, 2018 18:37:22 GMT
They were close to her cottage, and that means literally no one was around. Outside yes. Outside and secluded. She almost couldn't help herself. She noticed his shift, yet feigned innocence.
"And if I don't?"
She was smirking, but she indeed changed the subject anyways.
"There is nothing you can tell me that will push me away from caring about you, Remus Lupin. I'm stubborn like that. Plus, I have my ways of getting people who need to stay in bed, to stay in bed."
Again a suggestive look entered her gaze and she giggled. "Oh, that's what that was? Bullocks! I was in Filch's office looking for something completely different. Should've nabbed it. Oh well."
She elbowed him in the ribs gently, "I was plenty enough of a troublemaker! You better watch it, or you're gonna find your office filled with dung bombs."
Her eyes were alight with mischief now. "How would it feel to be on the receiving end of the pranks, Professor Lupin? With no way to punish the offender?"
A secret smile, "though. I'm sure you could think of... something."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, while James and Sirius were two boys of no relation to each other. DIrectly, at least. This is your sister. She has no interest in the physical aspects of your personal relations."
She giggled. "But like I said, I wouldn't give her anything more than was appropriate for her sixteen-year-old ears anyways."
Her last question had been loaded and had the desired effect.
Oh, she was such a dangerous little minx. It was a good thing she was laying it on thick because otherwise he might think he was misunderstanding her. But she was leaving no room for misunderstanding. Every little word that came out of her mouth was suggestive – even when it was talking about one of them getting sick – and that took talent. He was very much out of his depth – despite being very well educated and well read, he was unprepared for this sort of thing in real life. Flirting, suggestiveness – he managed to keep up with her when it wasn’t so… obvious.
“You may not be a student, but don’t think I wouldn’t give you detention. I was on the end of plenty of pranks at school, don’t think I can’t counter them.” He joked, attempting to make sure to keep up with everything and not get distracted by the knowledge that she really seemed to want him. A monster. A thing. A creature. Class 4 dangerous creature. “I’ve been meaning to get those twins to get the map. It could be very dangerous in the wrong hands.” That’s right, just cool off, talk about something that wasn’t suggestive, right? “If we’re right about Sirius, if he got it, I’m sure we’d have more incidents like around Halloween with him trying to find Peter with it.”
“I sure would hope she wouldn’t want to know… anything physical.” He rubbed his face with his free hand, the other still laced up with hers.
“S-Skip dinner?” Oh, look it was like he was a teenager again – his voice cracked at the suggestion. “W-Well if you want…”
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jul 22, 2018 19:51:19 GMT
Her eyes twinkled. "All right then, Professor Ex-Marauder, challenge accepted. Don't say I didn't warn you, though."
He was diverting her, fine. She would back off. She had teased him enough for the moment. Laid a few good images. The real test would be when they were within walls.
"Slippery, those two. Seems ever since they got their hands on it they just kinda seemed to be untraceable. But I'm sure you can track them down. Or pull the Professor card and get McGonagall to get them to your office."
She laughed. "The amusing bit would be explaining why you want the map and how you know what it is."
She nodded, in thought. "It would be nice to apprehend at least one of them, as soon as possible. Not necessarily to turn them in. Would be ideal if we had both of them and get the full story, yeah?"
She looked to him, as he voice cracked and she broke into full giggles. Using her free hand to rub at her eyes. "I'm-I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You're adorable when you're flustered. It's very attractive."
She sobered. "While I won't say 'I'm kidding, it was a joke'; I'm not pressuring you. But it's very much an option on the table."
She gave him a wink and squeezed his hand again. "I just knew there was no being coy with you. It was either be very obvious or everything would fly over your head."
She smiled, "I'm glad you got the message though!"
“That’s not quite right… I’m no Ex-Marauder. I’m a Marauder for life.” Even if that meant that he was the last remaining one that wasn’t a convict. Then again, he was a werewolf so… James was really the last one who didn’t have something bad going on that’d make people want to catch him – or Peter if they were wrong about Ron’s rat. Man, just thinking about it, they were a bunch of outcasts that were adopted by the popular boy. Peter was excitable, and people didn’t seem to like him much. Sirius came from the Black family. And he was a werewolf. James was really the only ‘normal’ one of them and he ended up having a son who defeated Voldemort. He sure knew how to pick his friends.
“I have no idea what I would tell them. But it’s important – Rose did suggest that I tell them that I am Moony, but I’d rather not, only because I want them to… like me as a professor, not as the troublemaker from my school years.” Troublemaker was putting it… a little too hard – it was James and Sirius who were the biggest troublemakers, he just sort of tagged along. “I bet those boys think the Marauders weren’t people around their parents’ age.” He smiles and then lets a small chuckle out.
He expected to be laughed at when his voice cracked – he was a grown man who’s voice cracked when something grown men shouldn’t be so nervous about came up in conversation. “I appreciate… the… option. It means a lot, but… I don’t think I’m quite ready for something… quite like that. I’m barely able to keep up with the snogging.” He leaned in, kissing her cheek. “It does mean a lot that… you are giving that option… I’m not… Most people would have left me the instant they found out what I was if not before because of my age and poverty. There’s so much wrong with me, Dora; I don’t know how you put up with it.”
Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Jul 22, 2018 20:33:49 GMT
"All right, all right," she grinned. She may have touched a nerve there slightly. She kissed him on the cheek, squeezing his hand again.
"Well, you can just prove to me your mischief managing is still up to snuff, then. Call it our own private little game. I swear I won't do anything that'll have Filch chasing me down.... I'm sure he won't hesitate to set me to shine Quidditch Trophies."
She sighed, thinking about it. "Honestly, I think they would still respect who you are now, regardless. Actually, probably even more so. That's just my opinion. But I do know how you like your private and professional life to be separate."
Her eyes softened, "you'll think of something. Or maybe it'll just fall into your lap. I certainly did."
She smiled, now looking coy, "well, I'm sure you've realized by now that I am not most people."
Her thumbs were tracing soft circles into his hand and she pulled away to look at him, a soft smile on her lips.
"I.. I don't pretend to know, the challenges you're facing. Or the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind. But I'm not afraid."
She locked eyes with him.
"As long as I can grant you peace of mind and you can let me inside your heart; that would be enough."
It was just a small nerve – mostly because no matter how much he wanted to distance himself from those feelings when he lost everything, it was almost a way to respect James who had died – perhaps Peter if they were wrong, he was still uneasy about it. The hope that Sirius was innocent, and he wasn’t alone… it made him extremely happy, and he had been thinking on it a lot recently.
“The true prankster never gets caught. Did I ever tell you how I was made prefect? Despite all the trouble my friends got me into?” He winked at her. “I may not have been James, but I think I’m up for the challenge. If not, well… we’ll likely be shining the trophies together.”
“Precisely. I would rather not that get in the way of how they view me as a professor, good or bad. That and I would rather not have to give them pointers on some of their pranks.” He chuckled at the last bit.
There was so much he wanted to say – he wanted to tell her everything going through his head, but he was too afraid. Too afraid she would leave him even after such sweet words. “Even though my heart is tainted? Even though I can’t provide for you, or give you the life you deserve? Dora, I – you shouldn’t put up with me. With the… constant worry and… sadness that I deal with. You shouldn’t – but for some reason you do. And that… means a lot to me.”
