At any rate, it would be nice to have Tonks to talk to – if she was happy to talk to Hermione, anyway. She might not be. But Tonks hadn’t seemed disapproving of their relationship. She also had experience in difficult relationships; relationships that society frowned on. It hadn’t exactly been easy for her and Remus in the beginning – between the age gap and the fact that he was a werewolf, they had overcome their fair share of problems to be together. She gazed over at the two of them – Tonks lying back against the arm of the sofa she and Remus sat on, he sitting at the other end and trying to read, his book propped up on Tonks’ feet which lay in his lap. She murmured something to him, her hand cradling over her belly, and Remus dropped his book and placed a hand over the swell of her stomach, smiled tightly and said something, their fingers lacing together over her belly.