Disclaimer: I don't own any caracters you might recognise, I'm just letting them do things JKR would never do...
A/N: Although I should be working on a longer fic, these one shots keep popping up in my head and they won't go away until I write them down. So here's another one, enjoy!
After a long and boring night of standing guard in front of a certain door at the Ministry of Magic, Remus Lupin arrived at number 12, Grimmauld Place. He was very tired and all he wanted to do was take a nice hot shower en then go to bed and sleep for a few hours.
He stumbled up the stairs and headed towards the bathroom. He opened the door, walked in and had already started to unbutton his shirt when he heard a scream.
He looked up and saw someone standing in front of him. She had obviously just taken a shower, because there was still water dripping from her bubblegum pink hair. She screamed again and grabbed a towel to cover herself. Remus realised that he was staring at her. He quickly closed his eyes and turned around. He felt a blush creeping up his neck.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't expect anyone to be in here. What are you doing in here anyway?"
"Taking a shower," Tonks replied. "Sirius wouldn't let me go home last night, so I stayed in the spare bedroom. Sorry about the screaming though, you scared me."
Remus heard her move behind his back.
"You can turn around now, I'm decent," she said. He opened his eyes and turned around to face her again. She was wearing a pink fluffy bathrobe now. Still, Remus couldn't forget what he had just seen.
"I'm really sorry I walked in on you like that," he repeated and he started to blush again.
"It's okay," she smiled. "There's now way you could know I was in here. And I should have locked the door."
She took a towel and began to dry of her hair. Remus suddenly found himself imagining what it would be like when those hands would rumple up his hair, but right after that, he mentally slapped himself for having these thoughts about her.
"You can use the shower now," she said. "That is what you came in here for, wasn't it?"
The thought of taking a shower with her still in the same room made him blush, again.
"Oh, ehm, no, I, ehm, you," he stammered. "I'd better go now -"
Remus turned around, but before he could leave the bathroom, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong," she whispered.
"N - nothing." His voice sounded even more hoarse than it normally did. The hand on his shoulder turned him around so he faced her again. He stared into her dark eyes, which twinkled in her heart-shaped face. Her hair was still wet and he could see a few drops of water on her cheekbones.
He would love to wipe them away, or even kiss them away, but he controlled himself. Now her other hand came up to his chest and rested over his heart. His heart which was pounding so much faster than it normally did. There was no doubt that she would feel that too.
Remus knew he had to get out of there, but somehow, he wasn't able to move. He just kept staring into her eyes. And to his surprise, she stared back. In fact, it seemed like she was getting closer and closer. And then, totally unexpected, her lips gently brushed against his.
His eyes widened in surprise. Why would this beautiful young witch be kissing an old, unemployed werewolf? When he didn't kiss her back, she moved back, opened her eyes and looked at him again.
"What's wrong," she repeated.
"I - we can't do this," Remus said.
"Yes we can," she simply answered, before her hands moved up to his neck and pulled his head back down to hers. When she kissed him again, he could no longer resist. His arms flung around her and he softly moaned as he pulled her close. He moaned again when her tongue parted his lips. His own tongue slowly explored the warm wetness of her mouth.
A few minutes later, two people stumbled out of the bathroom. A fluffy pink bathrobe lay on the floor, forgotten.