{A/N:I know I should continue with the other story that I promised to update 103059406 years ago but I've hit a block already and I really wanted to write about this. Obviously I don't own Harry Potter}
You regretted it immediately. From the moment his face turned red and he began stuttering you knew you had made a grave mistake. But you just couldn't help yourself; he looked so angry at Sirius and so hurt that you might like him better that the frustrated words just tumbled uncontrollably out of your mouth.
"You'd know perfectly well who I've fallen for, if you weren't too busy feeling sorry for yourself to notice"
The words had stood suspended in mid-air for a few moments and you fought to keep your hair it's happy shade of bubble-gum pink. Then his face turned bright red and suddenly he was looking away from you, stuttering incoherently and struggling to form his thoughts into words.
You had been too harsh, that much was a fact. You hadn't meant to tell him to stop feeling sorry for himself, after all he had more than enough reason to do so, and you just expected him to be able to tell who you liked. After all you never kept your feelings hidden, you'd sit next to him during every order meeting and go out of your way to make conversation with him, You'd tip toe silently, as silently as one could in Ministry approved foot gear, into his bedroom after the full moon to make sure that he was okay, bringing him cups of hot chocolate and a bright smile to prove what he meant to you. Yet he was blind, struck stupid by the notion that he simply didn't deserve love and that no one would be foolish enough to fall in love with a werewolf.
You had been that foolish, but he wasn't just a werewolf to you. His smile made your day brighter and you craved those moments when he'd let down his guard enough to joke and be silly with you and Sirius. He was kind and compassionate and gentle, caring about so much and get getting so little in return. He bewitched you with his intelligence and transfixed you with his soft hoarse voice and you didn't stand a chance against him. He wasn't like the other men you'd dated. He wasn't covered piercings or tattoos to make himself look bigger and brighter than he was, he put intelligence over the size of girls boobs and had never once asked you if you could look like one of the models from Witch Weekly, something that had happened only too often. You knew he wouldn't ask you change, ever, that he loved everyone just the way they were and it made your heart melt just thinking about it.
He had become one of your best friends in the long months you'd known each other, you'd tell him everything and in turn he'd divulge some of his darkest secrets that he'd never told anyone else but Sirius. His company was one that brought with it laughter and tales of old times and hope for the future and you loved it. But you might have ruined that now.
"Remus?" you asked quietly, unsure of what to say. He still didn't answer.
You were sure he loved you back. He suggested you work together on so many things and looked after you when you were sick that time. His gentle hands made you endless cups of tea and his lined face cracked into an adorable smile as he listened to you rant about the ministry. He blushed when you kissed him at Christmas when encountered with mistletoe, and you frequently caught him gazing in your direction. Even Sirius had stopped his mopping long enough to realise what was going on.
Confused and upset you watched a bug as it steadily climbs a leaf, before falling back down to the ground and resolutely starting again.
"Tonks … I…" you looked up hurriedly and watched as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, desperate now to find the words. "I don't know what you're talking about"
then he was silent and you could feel your heart suddenly become heavier, sinking down your chest.
{A/N :thanks for reading, please review and make my day, I might make this into possibly a two shot with Remus' point of view depending on if you think that's a good idea}
