V

"Aunt Andromeda," Cassiopeia called while entering the house. "I'm home."

She walked into the living room with George – this time actually awakened by the shock of being magically dragged with his girlfriend – by her side, and her aunt frowned in surprise.

"Cassiopeia… And George?" she said slowly. "With a backpack."

"Dumbledore asked me to bring her home safe, ma'am," her boyfriend explained quickly. "And he said you wouldn't mind me staying over given the danger of being out alone these days."

The blonde teen lowered her head in embarrassment, staring at her aunt's feet.

"He's right," she sighed. "It's too dangerous for you to go home now, thank you for bringing Cassiopeia safely. You're welcome to stay, George, I'm sure Cassiopeia won't mind if you stay in her room as long as you two keep everything respectful."

The girl felt her face fully hot, and her boyfriend blushed deeply red.

"Of course, ma'am," he assured her. "I'll just use the bathroom for a moment, excuse me."

As soon as he was out of sight, Cassiopeia turned to her.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Andromeda," she insisted. "I wasn't planning to..."

She just raised a hand to interrupt her niece.

"I know," she assured her. "Dumbledore was right to send him with you, it's not safe to be out at night. If you need to stay at the Weasleys, just let me know anytime, I'll see no problem either. People are getting captured or killed out there and you being… you."

Cassiopeia nodded slowly. The Death Eaters were probably not very happy with the fact that she had bailed out; she didn't know a lot about them, but everything she knew was already in the Order's hands.

"I'll talk to Ted," she gave the teen a kind smile. "I trust you two to keep everything at a respectful level," she said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Oh, we…" the blonde girl cleared her throat, totally embarrassed. "We don't do… That. That thing. No, we don't."

She only nodded.

"Would you mind checking Dora on before going to bed?" she requested. "She doesn't look any good and won't talk to me. I was wondering if you'd be able to figure out what's going on."

Cassiopeia confirmed with her, and walked silently to her cousin's door, knocking with the back of her hand.

"Tonks?" she called. "Are you awake?"

No answer.

She opened her door slightly, putting her head inside. She could see her figure cocooned in her blankets, and her hair was a very normal shade of brown under the moonlight. Did her hair get normal when she was asleep? Cas couldn't quite remember.

"Tonks?" she whispered.

When she didn't answer, she just closed the door behind herself and walked to her own bedroom, finding George sat on her bed.

"Are you okay with your aunt?" he questioned, seeming worried.

"Yes. She said I have a free pass to stay at the burrow if I have to too, I just have to let her know. It's dangerous outside."

Her boyfriend smiled at the idea, and Cas just chuckled before taking her pyjamas from inside the wardrobe and turned to him.

"Would… Uh…" she cleared her throat, embarrassed. "I need to change."

George's brown eyes widened, and he jumped off of the bed.

"I'll wait outside."

He closed the door behind himself, and Cassiopeia felt her cheeks flaming hot as a small grin formed on her lips. Even in all that mess, he still managed to be cute.

Minutes later, her boyfriend was back inside and awkwardly laying on his back, stiff like a piece of steel.

"George," Cassiopeia called, though she was just as nervous. "You can relax."

In response, her boyfriend gave her a short look.

"You first."

Cassiopeia sighed, rolling her eyes.

"How do you sleep at home?"

He fuzzed a bit.

"On my side."

"Then turn to your side," she instructed.

He complied, silently turning and making himself more comfortable, and Cassiopeia turned to him when he was done, finding a perfect spot and crossing her arms in front of her chest, feeling both rubbing against his back and sincerely itching to hug him.

"Can…" she started, but her voice cracked, so she started again. "Can I put my arm over you?"

George made a strangled sound for a short moment, and Cas could see the back of his neck getting a bit pink.

"Sure."

Cassiopeia moved closer to him, and passed one arm over his waist, opening a tiny smile when he took her hand in his and held her closely.

"Goodnight," she muttered, putting her head on his shoulder.

"Goodnight."