Author's Note: So, this chapter is a bit more fluff. It was kinda fun to write. Dora's just...she's a mess, let me tell ya. I don't know how Remus manages to keep her in check.
Disclaimer: Remus, Teddy, and Dora belong to JKR.
I have a lover
A lover like no other
She got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul
And she teach me how to sing
Shows me colours when there's none to see
Gives me hope when I can't believe
That for the first time, I feel love
They spent the next few days packing their belongings and shrinking them so that they could be carried in a trunk. It was a tiring process as neither had ever realized the sheer amount of junk they had collected in their single lives that combined to an immense pile of useless clutter.
Finally, they had everything that they wanted to move to their new home, even if they were not quite sure where that would be.
They had a tearful goodbye with Andromeda who even enveloped Remus in a bone-crushing hug before they disappeared in the fireplace.
Nearly silent, they made their way through the stations in London and New York and into the fireplace of AMPS headquarters.
The room was mostly dark, but they could see Kirk at a table pouring over a newspaper, glasses reflecting the candlelight in the predawn darkness.
He looked up when the green light of the floo illuminated the room.
He looked at the trunk in Remus's hand then at the man's face, "I take that to mean you'll take the job?"
"I will," Remus nodded.
"Good," Kirk smiled, "Its nice to have you on board, Professor Lupin." Kirk held out a hand to Remus.
He shook it and smiled, "Its really wonderful to be called that again."
"I assume you'll be wanting to see your house, now?" Kirk asked, looking from Remus to Tonks.
"That would be lovely," Tonks replied.
"We'll go, then," Kirk said, "Grab my shoulder, we'll side-along."
Tonks and Remus each grabbed one of Kirk's shoulders and, with a jerk, they were standing in a neighborhood.
Brick houses lined each side of the wide path. Orange lights lit each as the pinky rays of the sun had just began to pierce the edge of the sky.
"Where are we?" Remus asked.
"About a mile from the school. This is an all-magical town. Downtown are shops that the students can visit. Most of the professors live in the neighborhood since its so close to the school. They can fly or walk or floo in to work every morning. Really convenient. The founder of the school attended Hogwarts and he designed this village after Hogsmeade in a lot of ways," Kirk explained, leading them up to one of the brick houses.
He reached the front door, heavy walnut, and Tonks spoke up, "Did the last defense against the dark arts professor live here?"
"In this house?" Kirk asked.
"No, Aaron lived about a block over. A family moved out of this house about a month ago. Moved to Florida, I think."
Tonks nodded, feeling a little relieved.
Kirk swung the door open and flicked a switch and the room was bathed in bright light.
Tonks looked at him strangely.
He motioned to the switch, "Lights powered with a switch. Just like muggle electric lighting, but with out the mess of electricity."
Remus raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Kirk walked them through the house. A fairly large living room and dining room. A spacious study with floor to ceiling bookshelves. A nice kitchen. A second floor with two sizable bedrooms and a nice bathroom. An enormous master bedroom with a fantastic master bathroom including a rather large bathtub. It was perfect.
"This is included with my job?" Remus asked in disbelief.
Kirk nodded, "Of course."
"This is too much," Remus breathed.
"What was that?"
"I just can't believe it," Remus said.
Kirk smiled, "We take good care of our professors, here, Remus."
"I can see that," Remus smiled.
Kirk bid them goodbye, they thanked him again, and walked him out.
Remus began unpacking the trunk. He carried a boxful of Teddy's belongings up to one of the bedrooms.
He set to work unshrinking everything and arranging it in the room.
Dora walked up and saw the sparse furniture in the large room, "It looked like so much more when we were all in one room."
Remus gave a snort of laughter.
"But its a start. Now we'll both have jobs and we've got plenty of room to fill. This'll be fun," Dora grinned.
She put her son in his crib and he was soon asleep again.
He went back to get the box of furniture for their bedroom.
Once again, he unshrank and arranged the furniture.
Dora came in an unceremoniously plopped down on their bed.
He smiled and leaned against the doorframe.
She raised her head and looked around, "It looks like home already."
He chuckled and shook his head, "It looks empty."
"Not from here, it doesn't."
"Is that so?"
"Come and see."
He smiled at his wife's antics, but walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, "No, still looks pretty empty to me."
"You need to be down here, silly," she teased, pulling him down by his tie.
He rolled his eyes and lay down beside her.
"Now what do you see?"
"A very strange woman," he teased.
"That's not what I meant."
He realized he could not win this argument, so he resorted to a foolproof method and leaned over to catch her lips in a tender kiss.
She wrapped her thin arms around his neck and rolled them so that she was laying atop his chest. She touched her tongue to his rough lips and they, almost involuntarily, parted. He moaned as she pressed her tongue to his and he returned the gesture. His hands snaked their way around her body and pressed her to him. Her legs moved to straddle his hips. He groaned and rolled them over, supporting his weight on his arms as he moved his lips down to her throat again. She moaned at the sensation of his lips on sensitive skin and felt him smile against her as he moved back to focus on her lips. Moments later, she broke away to kiss along the two scars that crossed his face, then along his fuzzy jaw, and around to his ears. He felt the blood rushing to his groin and an all too familiar throbbing. She raked her teeth along his earlobe, then nipped at the skin just below it. He ground his pelvis into hers and she reflexively gasped upon feeling something distinctly male pressing against her body. Then she felt a sharp twinge of pain and she unwillingly pulled her lips from the stubbly neck of her husband.
"We can't," she breathed.
He just sighed and released his grip on her.
She rolled off of him and glanced at the sizable bulge in his trousers.
"How much longer?" he groaned.
"They told me about three more weeks."
He groaned. She smirked.
"Couldn't they have just healed that with magic?" he asked, sounding very much like a petulant child.
She rolled her eyes, "You know as well as I do that magic can't solve everything, Remus."
"Ah! And this time it has truly failed me!" he said in mock anguish.
She smirked again, looking at her husband whose long legs were hanging off one side of the bed while his head leaned over the edge of the other side. She propped herself up so she could look at his face and said, "And to think, ten months ago, I was having to beg for sex."
His hand impulsively flew to his crotch, but he caught himself, "Can we not talk about you begging or sex for a moment or two? I need to focus."
"I'm just saying that if you had been like this back in the summer...mmm..," she teased.
"Dora, please!" he pleaded.
"Why don't you just go wank like a normal man, Remus?" she continued teasing.
"Nymphadora," he growled.
"Ooh, now we're growling, eh? Sexy," she taunted.
"I swear on everything that is holy, Nymphadora, if you don't stop that-"
She moved over and lay her head on his chest, "What, will you have to punish me, professor?"
She fought to keep a vixen-like expression, which was very difficult when she saw him staring at her with blue eyes wide open.
When he spoke, his voice cracked, "If you'll excuse me, I think I need to go take care of something."
He pushed her off of him and she had to bite back laughter as he awkwardly walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.
A.N.: So, I'm thinking of going back through and fixing the formatting on all the previous chapters to make them a little more reader-friendly. What is your opinion on changing 'Dora' to 'Tonks' in the narrative. Not, like, when people are talking, but just in general. Would that make it more...comfortable?