A/N: Yay! Now I'm posting my Remus/Tonks fic! They're my favorite ship. (sigh)
He's the weirdest type of man, if you thought about it. You never really know what to expect from him... But it seems as though he knows what to expect from me. I guess everything about me is written on my face; it might be the changing colors in my hair, I don't know. He's always there to catch my fall if I slip on something I accidentally left lying around my flat, always there to retrieve a mug from a cupboard out of my reach (it'd be too much a risk if it was me who had to get it).
But he puzzles me. Guess that's why I can't seem to get enough of him.
Considering that this is the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I can't imagine it any other way. Even his proposal to me was unexpected. We were out together one evening, just walking around London under the stars. So romantic, I thought to myself. The next thing I knew, he was on bended knee with a ring in his hand. I don't even remember where we were exactly. Somewhere outside, I know that for sure. I looked into his eyes and at that moment I knew there was no one else I could possibly be with.
Although, I don't understand why a man like him would even consider going for a person like me. I'm the complete antithesis of everything he is. When I first met him, I saw him as the type who'd go for a quiet girl. One who'd read the same books as him (ironically enough, I'm the open book myself), one who'd share his same calm nature, and, most of all, one who wouldn't even ponder, no less question the things that go through his mind. I, on the other hand, question everything he does. Like why he gets up at six o'clock in the ruddy morning on the days he has off, like it was any other day, when anyone would clearly sleep in until at least eight.
There was once when I planned to annoy him on one of those days (a Friday morning, I think it was). So I myself woke up at 6:00 just to come apparating to his flat at 7:00, and there he was. He was sitting in his kitchen, wide awake, in his day clothes, holding a cup of something that smelled like chocolate. I'll never understand that.
But I reckon he's his own person, no matter what the stereotypes are. And that's what I love about him.
I love how he knows everything I'll do, everything I'll say. The men I've been with before never could do that. They turned out to never know who I really am. They also always seemed to get rather exasperated by me. Not that I cared much at the time.
He knows me more than I know myself, and in him I find utter contentment. He brings out the best in me, so to speak. Before recently I felt like I was falling into a deep hole; I felt as though my life was going no where. I was a young witch (clumsy at that) who had actually managed to become an Auror, though I was still delving deep into the abyss of my life. After the death of my cousin, it seemed like there was no way of stopping. But, like I've said before, he was there to catch my fall. He opened himself to me in a way he hadn't after his best friends disappeared all those years ago, and, in turn, I opened myself to him.
So he's here with me and hasn't let go. I laugh as he brings me close and whispers playfully in my ear, sending a tingle all over my body. I always had a sensitive area around there and my neck. I tried to trick him moments ago, but he got the better of me. He gives me a short but sweet kiss, and I turn to let him get back to do whatever he was doing, only to think of another clever idea to get back at him even if it'll only end in vain (on my part, at least).
A/N: (sings and frolics away)