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*Tonks wakes slowly, and it's a little while before she realizes that she's not in her own bed. Nor, in fact, is she alone. A very strong pair of arms is wrapped securely around her, and there is definitely a pair of legs tangled with her own. Did they...? Because she'd hate to not have remembered that.

But then it comes back to her -- just sleeping -- and she smiles. Tonks lifts her head slightly and looks down at Bernard, his lips slightly parted, his breathing deep and even.