AN: Written for the 'Your OTP boot camp challenge.' I actually have three OTP's of the Harry Potter universe; but I decided to go with my all time favorite pairings, Remus/Tonks(: and joining the challenge forces me to actually write about them.

Cover Image Credit: oboe-wan over on devianart :)

Disclaimer: I think we've established that I am not Joanne Rowling.

Remus Lupin walked through the front door of the flat that he now shared with his wife and was greeted with an awful smell. Is something burning? He thought as he closed the door behind him. Surely, it couldn't be.

He walked down the hall towards the kitchen, and was taken aback as the smell got stronger. There was a loud crash as he started to open the door. Inside, he was greeted was a cloud of dark smoke.

"Nymphadora?" He asked, as he coughed. He pulled out his wand and waved it, the smoke disappearing.

"I—I—I was just trying to cook something for dinner," Tonks finally managed to say…and she must have been a bit upset because she didn't even bother cursing him for the use of her full name.

Remus tried not to laugh, knowing that she would probably curse him for that.

"I know," Tonks went on, "I'm terrible when it comes to cooking and I shouldn't have started anything and I've ruined dinner…and don't call me Nymphadora, Remus." She added, as an afterthought; her hair turning the lightest shade of red before fading back to bubblegum pink.

Remus walked further into the room until he was standing in front her, "Don't worry, love, Dinner won't be ruined."

Tonks pointed towards the stove, "So you call that edible? I don't think I even know what it's supposed to be anymore…" she sighed before walking over to the kitchen table and sitting in a chair.

Remus walked up to stand behind her, "Like I said, don't worry," he told her as her started massaging her shoulders.

Tonks leaned her head to rest on the back of the chair, "If you say so; but, like I said…it's ruined."

"Not to worry," Remus told her, again, "I can handle that." He added, kissing the top of her head.

Tonks playfully rolled her eyes as she watched him walk back over to the stove to try and salvage their dinner.