drachenmina (drachenmina) wrote in red_day_love, @ 2008-07-14 16:54:00 |
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Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Title: Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Author: drachenmina
Word Count: 5,200
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Bottom!Snape
Characters: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Tonks/Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood
Genre: Romance, humour. And smut.
Summary: Remus accepts Harry’s help to evade Tonks’ matchmaking, not realising it may be a case of better the devil you know…
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AN: For red_day_dawning *hugs*. Post DH AU.
Huge smooches are due to blpaintchart for beta-reading above and beyond the call of duty, and responding with alacrity to my demands of Criticise me harder! Harder! *g* Without her this fic would have been a great deal more crap, not to mention a lot less pr0ny!
A slamming of the front door, swiftly followed by the crash of either the hall table or the hat-stand – Remus couldn’t tell from the sound – heralded Tonks’ arrival home. “Wotcher Remus! How’s my darlin’ boy, then? Come to Mummy, handsome!”
Remus smiled tiredly, and handed a milk-stained Teddy to his mother. “He’s been fine, Dora. Only threw up on me three times, tonight.”
Tonks beamed. “Takes after his father, that one!”
Charlie walked in, having been delayed setting the hall to rights. “Hey! That was once!” he protested with good humour, moving up beside his wife so that his red hair clashed hideously with her pink. “One night I got drunk and, er, felt a bit unwell and she never lets me forget it!”
“Well, mate, maybe if it hadn’t been our wedding night!” Tonks mock-glared at her husband, and they both laughed. Remus was pleased to see them so happy together. Things had worked out far better than they could ever have dared to hope, back in those desperate days of the war when, with Charlie incommunicado, a tearful Tonks had begged Remus not to let her baby be born without a father. He’d agreed because, well, he’d been frankly doubtful whether any of them would survive, and it seemed a small service to do for a friend and comrade-in-arms.
The hard part had been convincing a furiously jealous Charlie afterwards that Remus had no designs on Tonks and was only too happy to divorce her and step aside. Still, they’d managed in the end, and Remus had even been asked to give Tonks away at her second wedding, a move which had certainly set the tongues a-wagging. Now Remus was happy to be an honorary uncle to the baby who had for a short while borne his name. He didn’t even mind the babysitting all that much.
What he did have a problem with, however, was all the matchmaking. Perhaps feeling guilty at shoving Remus so emphatically back on the shelf, Tonks seemed obsessed with finding him a substitute wife. So far she’d fixed him up with four of her single friends, and each one had been an unmitigated disaster, not least because of their gender. Remus wondered if he should tell her he was gay. But then he’d just be bombarded with an endless succession of wizards, and after the girl who’d talked non-stop about babies (not that Remus had any objection to babies, he just didn’t think it was appropriate to be called upon to name their future offspring on the first date) and the one who’d tried earnestly and at length to persuade him that lycanthropy was really all in the mind, and if he really wanted to, he’d be able to give it up, Remus just couldn’t face any more blind dates.
Back home at Grimmauld Place (Harry having practically Imperiused Remus into coming to live there with him after the war had ended) Remus poured his heart out to his young friend, who’d just got in from a night out with the lads.
“Leave it to me, Remus! I’ll come up with a plan! ‘m good at that, you know!” Harry assured him tipsily.
Remus sighed. “I thought Ron was the strategist in your group?”
“Hey! I can strata – stratty – make plans if I want to!” Harry protested fuzzily, then belched loudly and fell asleep on the sofa. Remus sighed again, and went to bed.