"I love you why can't you see that?" I realised that I sounded disparate but to be honest I was. Why couldn't he see that I loved him and that it didn't matter to me that he was old, poor and a werewolf. Why didn't he listen to me when I told him all of this. I sure have said it like a million times but he kept saying that it could never work. That he was too old, poor and dangerous.
"I've told you a million times already Nymphadora. I am too old, poor and dangerous for you. You deserve a man who is young and whole. Who is not turning into a werewolf every month." I noticed that he tried his best not to look at me. He looked at the ground but at least he was still here. Last time I told him I loved him he turned around and walked away without saying anything.
"But I love you. I don't love a younger and wholer man I love you." I walked around him and grabbed his robe. I was smaller then he was so when I looked up at him his eyes met mine for a second before he turned around.
"Nymphadora," he started again.
"Don't call me that Remus. Why do I have to tell you that every time? I don't like the name Nymphadora it's Tonks. Why do you keep calling me Nymphadora?" I walked around him again and also grabbed his robes again. Now I made sure he could not just turn away from me again.
"It is because one day when you have met a great man and you deside you want to marry him when he asks you to be his wife you will not be a Tonks anymore." While he spoke he had looked at me all the time. While he had done that I saw something in his eyes. Something that told me what I already knew. He loved me as well. He loved me but still he kept pushing me away.
"I supose that will never happen than." I felt tears comming up and now I was the one who turned away. I didn't want him to see me cry. Not now. Not again.
"Dora, don't say that." His voice was soft. Softer than it ever was when he talked at me. Could it be true? Was he giving in to his feelings? I heared his footsteps behind me. They were walking towards me not towards the door. He was not going. Not yet anyways.
"Why not?" My own voice scared me. It had never sounded like that. It was so full of sadness that it even freaked me out while it really was my own voice. I felt his hand touching my shoulder forcing me to turn around and face him. I was sure he was going to say what he was always saying, again.
"Because you will find your man. You will find someone who you will fall in love with the first time you see him and then you will know that he is the one." His voice was even softer now. It was almost as if he wispered the words to me.
"I have found that man Remus. You are that man." Now I was the one who looked down but right when I did that I felt his other hand softly touching my chin and bringing my head up again. When I looked at him straight in the eye. He softly kissed my lips. He had done that before but then he pulled out of the kiss right away again but this time he didn't. He kept kissing me.
Of course I kissed him back. God this was what I always wanted feeling his lips on mine. But I wanted him to go further. I wanted him. My toungue sliped out of my mouth and pressed against his teeth he opened his mouth right away and our tongues met and started to play their own game.
For a second I thought that he changed his mind about what he was doing. He pulled back from me but only for a second. Then he took me in his arms again and he kissed me as if there was no tomorrow.
That night was the most amazing night ever and it also was the most saddest night ever. That night only a few hours ago Dumbledore our friend and leading had died but also that night was the first one Remus and I spend together. The whole night just the two of us in the bed of my room in the Three Broomsticks. And believe me if I say that sleeping was one of the last things we wanted to do that night we had better things to do.