A/N: For those of you who aren't ready to kill me for the lack of updates and are still interested, I'm so sorry. School is crazy, choir's got me everywhere, and I'm not gonna lie, I've had a serious case of writer's block for the past few months. It sucked. :( But here I am with another idea! So please enjoy!

Lying on the bed, Tonks reached for the tissue box, yet again. Barely mustering the strength to sit up, she blew her nose heartily before throwing the used tissue aside and groaning, falling back into her mass of pillows.

She'd tried every potion and healing spell she knew. Nothing seemed to help; in fact it just seemed to make her feel worse and worse. So, here she was, after sending a patronus to Kingsley, doing absolutely nothing.

"Stupid flu…" she mumbled, rolling over into the pillows, exhaustion getting the best of her. Just as she was drifting off, there was a knock at the door of her tiny flat. After several attempts of trying to get up, she flopped back down, settling for gathering as much air as she could and shouting, "Come in!"

Through the front door came none other than Remus Lupin, who, even in her groggy, sick state, the sight of made Tonks' heart skip a beat. He was bundled up against the December chill, a paper bag in the crook of his arm. He looked around the house, finally laying eyes in the doorway of her bedroom and walking towards it. Out of habit, Tonks tried to fix her hair, but it was no use; the mousy brown mop just shifted slightly before falling back over her face.

"Why Nymphadora, you look a wreck," Remus mentioned, leaning against the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips. "When Kingsley told me you were sick, I had no idea it would be this dreadfully awful."

"Don't…call me…Nymphadora," Tonks managed to reply halfheartedly.

"Still as stubborn as ever." The smirk turned into a smile of affection for his friend.

"Shuddup…" Tonks mumbled into the pillows. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Well I thought I'd come by and offer my dear friend some company, but if I'm bothering you…"

"You're not!" Tonks replied, shooting up in bed, which only increased her headache and made her dizzy. She fell back into the pillows. "Ow."

Remus chuckled. "So shall I put on a pot of tea?"

"Yes please," came her muffled response.

Smiling, the older man left her bedroom and made his way to the small kitchen, which was rarely used due to many cooking disasters from the owner. On the counter, he emptied the contents of the paper bag: a can of soup, honey, a box of teabags, more tissues, a bottle of muggle medicine that was specialized 'for colds and flu,' and a small stuffed pig. He'd gone to the muggle supermarket to pick up a few items for Tonks, and when he saw the stuffed animal, he couldn't seem to pass it up. Thinking it may brighten her mood, he threw it in the basket.

He filled a kettle with hot water and started a mug with honey and a teabag. A few minutes later, the kettle screeched and he poured the water into the mug, picking up the stuffed pig and heading back to Tonks' room. She was snoring softly, and looked so peaceful, he hated to disturb her. He tiptoed to set the pig on her nightstand, taking the tea with him. He'd make her a new cup when she woke.

Tonks' woke up an hour and a half later, feeling somewhat better after her nap. She'd slept off the headache and her nose wasn't so stuffy. Rolling over, she saw a small stuffed pig on her nightstand. Puzzled, she sat up and picked it up, studying it, as if by doing so she'd found out where it'd come from.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Remus said, walking into the room, a steaming mug in his hand.

"What?"

"Old muggle fairy tale. Feeling better?" He helped her to sit up and she took the mug from him.

"A little," she replied, sipping at the beverage and feeling instant relief in her throat. "Any idea where this came from?" She held up the stuffed animal, lifting an eyebrow.

"Uh, that was from me," Remus replied, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Getting her the pig had seemed like a nice gesture at the store, but now it seemed like a little much for 'just friends.' "I saw it, and I thought it'd make you smile."

Tonks was speechless. She could do nothing from stopping the grin that spread across her face. "Remus, thank you," she said. "That's very sweet of you."

A small blush crept across his cheeks. "You're very welcome, Tonks." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I'm afraid I must be off. You alright here by yourself?"

"I should be fine. I think I can get up…" she set the pig and mug down, attempting to stand, but when she was on her feet, fell face first into Remus. Luckily, he was ready, arms open, to catch her.

"Maybe you shouldn't try that again," he laughed softly.

"Maybe," Tonks breathed, trying to regain composure. Just being so close to him had set off the butterflies.

"I'm just a patronus away, if you need me," Remus smiled, setting her back down gently on the bed. "Goodbye Nymphadora."

"Goodbye Remus," she replied. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He was just opening the door when she spoke again.

"And Remus?"

"Yes?"

"It's Tonks."

Chuckling, he made his way out the door.

That was the fifth time Nymphadora Tonks had fallen for Remus Lupin, and a time that he'd shown how much he truly cared for her. She fell asleep smiling that night, the pig in her arms, her hair returned to its normal, bubblegum pink color.

A/N: I thought this was cute. :) Reviews are appreciated!