Tonkiness

Remus Lupin raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled as he stood in the doorway of the dusty dank living room. He raised a hand to push his hair from his eyes and sighed. Nymphadora Tonks was stretched out on her side on the sofa sleeping soundly, a copy of Witch Weekly open over her. She had evidently been reading it before she dozed off. Her eyes fluttered as she slept, and her breathing was soft and relaxed, he noted, as though she were dreaming of something very pleasant...

Tonks woke up before everyone else one morning at Twelve Grimmauld Place. She didn't always stay there, so when she did she always tried to do something to help.``So, she made breakfast. Or attemps to. Who would have thought that such a simple task would almost get her killed? It's just lucky there's someone there to save her... Tonks/Lupin.