Please enjoy the story while I go cry about how all my favorite characters are dead. And for the record, if I did own Harry Potter, then I probably wouldn't be crying in a corner about them dead.
"Why don't you understand?" I screamed at the werewolf across the room from me. There were tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
"Nymphadora-"
"DON'T call me NYMPHADORA!" I yelled.
Remus raised his hands in a gesture of apology. "Fine."
I silently glared at him, my arms folded, my normally pink hair a shade of red.
"Why don't you get it?"
"Dora, you deserve somebody better. Better than me. Somebody that can give you a full life, somebody that can love you forever," I could see the pain on his face as he said it.
"Remus," I crossed the room and placed my hands on his arms. "Remus I don't want anybody else. I want you. You can give me a full life; I don't care if you're not young! I don't care if you're a werewolf! I love you!"
And I saw his walls starting to fall. He leaned forward and tentatively brushed his lips against mine. I smiled and kissed him back.
"Nymphadora," he mumbled against my lips.
"Don't call me Nymphadora," I grinned.