meaning of home
Title: The meaning of home
Author: krumfan
Format: ficlet
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG
Summary: After HBP, what will our favorite Metamorphmagus and werewolf be doing? Setting up a home together, of course! Painting should be exciting, don’t you think?
Author’s Note: This story is so random. I really don’t have a set time for it. First posting ever at LJ! I've had this written for weeks, but I just learned how to post it today!
Disclaimer: Last time I looked in the mirror, I was a poor Belizean who can’t even afford to go to college. I don’t own any of this
Remus smirked as he watched Tonks rub her nose. She was oblivious to the fact that she had just put a smudge of pink paint on her face.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that,” she asked as he stared at her intently.
“Nothing, you just look so cute with paint on your face.”
“Well, I wonder how you would look with some paint on yours!”
Before Tonks could dip a finger in the can of paint, Remus had moved from where he rested on the ground. He tackled her, throwing her onto her back and gripping her hands above her head.
“Merlin,” Tonks exclaimed wiggling under him. “I love your werewolf reflexes!”
“Naughty, naughty, love. You know Harry and the other kids will be here soon to help us arrange our things.”
“Don’t be a spoiled sport.” Tonks tried to free herself from his grasp. “We have at least half an hour. That’s plenty of time for a little this and that.”
“Nymphadora, what would I do without you?” Remus bent his head to kiss Tonks’ pouty mouth. He used the tip of his tongue to outline her lips, and when she moaned, he used the opportunity to explore her mouth more thoroughly.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH! They are doing it again!” Remus released Tonks and turned around to see Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George grinning at them.
Harry rubbed his eyes furiously, “I swear, every time I walk in a room with those two.”
“Can’t be worse than when I catch my parents snogging,” Ron murmured, shivering at the memory.
“How about when you walk in on Mum and Dad when they are more than snogging,” Fred replied.
Ron’s ears turned completely red as he said, “Scarred me for life, it did.”
Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother, before facing Remus and Tonks who were still on the floor watching the exchange, “Would you like us to come back later?”
“Yes!”
“No!”
Everyone laughed when they gave conflicting answers.
“We’ll be in the kitchen getting Butterbeers,” Hermione said, practically steering the crowd of teenagers out the room. “Just call us when you’re ready.” Before she closed the door, she winked at them. The door flashed red, and Remus and Tonks knew it had been Impertubed.
“She really is the smartest witch of her age,” Tonks said right before Remus captured her lips again.
After a minute, Tonks pulled back, looked at Remus and laughed.
“What?”
“Guess who has paint on their face now? And in their hair. Oh…looks like your shirt got some too.”
“You did that on purpose!”
Tonks laughed, “You’ll never be able to prove it.”