the_debt_of_time

witch, would be given far more opportunities than the others, the unfairness of it made her
want to strive for their freedoms all the more.
"I would have come to help if you needed it."
"It's not a problem," Tonks said. "Got to learn how to deal with him on my own."
"Is he well?" Hermione quietly asked.
"Much better, thanks to a fully stocked potion cabinet." Tonks's smile took a slight
mischievous turn as she added, "Plus, I slipped him a Sleeping Draught yesterday at
breakfast and forced him to rest up."
"Are you sure you were a Hufflepuff? That sounds terribly Slytherin of you,"
Hermione teased. "You're a good wife, Tonks. I'm glad he has you."
Hands on her hips, Tonks blew a strand of hair out of her face, feigning
exasperation. "Well, I'm kinda stuck with the big beast now, aren't I?"
A dishevelled Remus Lupin yawned as he entered the room, a warm-hearted look
directed at his wife. As he kissed her cheek, he asked, "Weren't those your wedding vows?"
Hermione's smile brightened. "Good morning, Remus!"
Her voice drew Remus's attention, and his face briefly lit up. He inhaled, squeezing
Tonks lightly around her shoulders before offering a calm smile in greeting. "Hermione,
you're looking well."
Hermione watched the subtle way that Tonks leant into Remus's touch, the sight
tugging a bit at her heartstrings. "And you. Marriage looks like it agrees with you, Remus."
When he inclined his head in agreement, she could see a faint blush creep up his
cheekbones. It was a delightful sight compared to the sickly pale he developed during the
week of the full moon.
"It's 'cause he's got such a fit, young wife," Tonks boasted, teasing her husband.
Remus barely flinched at the mention of their age difference, a startling contrast to
his behaviour only a month or so prior.
Hermione smiled thoughtfully. "'Youth is wasted on the young.'"
"Oscar Wilde," Remus said with a knowing grin.
"Muggle."
He chuckled, gently correcting her, "Wizard."
Eyes wide at the revelation, Hermione asked, "Really?"