Really. Me? Owning Harry Potter? And with an ending like that? Your outta your mind.
"Tea?" Tonks asked Remus as she walked past the dining table he was sitting at and into the kitchen. She heard an incoherent mumble from behind the daily prophet, which she took as a 'yes'. She didn't bother to read it anymore, the prophet, each article had become like the last, beseeching Dumbledore and Harry for forgiveness, proclaiming Voldermort had returned and that everyone shouldn't panic. So that what they weren't doing, she thought to herself, last year where they were in denial. Five stages of grief indeed.
Tonks sighed as she filled the kettle and put it on the stove. Remus was still acting peculiar around her, avoiding her eyes and often leaving the room should she enter. It was incredibly aggravating, and more so, painful. Tonks had a crush on Remus. After Sirius had fallen into the Veil, Remus had fallen apart. While Harry and the other kids had been around he had held it together, simply being somewhat quieter than before. The day Harry left to go back to Hogwarts; Tonks had found him sitting in Sirius' room, a bottle of firewhiskey in one hand, and an old photo album in the other. She had sat with him and listened as he told the story of every photograph.
The next morning she had woken with her head on his chest, the empty bottle of whiskey lying on the floor next to them. They lay like that for a few hours, even after they had both woke up. That was when she realized she liked Remus, lying on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It had taking a month after she realized to be able to stop having her hair turn crimson to match the blush on her face every time she saw him.
She didn't understand why she had realized before. He was tall and slim, but not so much that it was unattractive. In fact, it was the opposite. While he was older than her, 14 years or something, she could help but want him. His scars hid his age, making him look older, but more... Sexy. Brave. Astonishingly hansom. It didn't matter what it was, Tonks wanted him bad. Wanted to grab his hair and bite his lower lip and...
The kettle began to shrilly whistle and she cut off that train of thought. She turned off the stove and fetched the cups. She managed to carry each one without breaking them, as well as the tea bags, which if you asked Molly wasn't real tea, before turning to get the sugar. Leaning on her tippy toes, Tonks reached for the top most cupboards to bring down the sugar. Just as she was about the fall, she felt an arm wrap around her waist, holding her still. The owner other arm reach next to hers that was extended to get the sugar, and brought down the little blue sugar pot. Still holding her with one hand, Tonks watched as the other set about making the tea, the way they both liked it. 3 sugars for Remus, 2 sugars for Tonks. Black for Remus, and lots of milk for her. The hand moved the teacups away from the edge of the counted as the other one spun Tonks around to face Remus.
"Than…" she got half way before his lips were on hers. The string of thoughts that went through her head mostly consisted of several profanities. After a moments shock, Tonks began to kiss him back, just as tenderly yet passionately as he was. She couldn't help but smile against his lips as she thought of the irony of kissing him like this, just the way she had imagined. She smiled again while Remus lifted her up on to the counter, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the bulge of his pant pressing exactly where she wanted it. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for entrance, and she opened her mouth with a gasp. She couldn't help but moan as his tongue explored her mouth, and loved the away he groaned in reply. Tonks rapped her hands around his neck, thinking of how he tasted like chocolate and firewhiskey, before he let go of her and backed away.
Their eyes met, hers frowned with confusion and uncertainty, his wide with a mixture of horror and disgust, before he fled from the room, leaving Tonks sitting quietly in shock on the edge of the kitchen counter. It felt as though he had kicked her in the stomach, like the ground had been taken from under her feet. She stared at the door Remus had just fled through for several minutes. She didn't know he could do that. She didn't know he could come in here; manage to make her want him even more, before leaving her feeling like that. It was almost like her had done it just to make her feel this way like he planned to make her feel like that before leaving, crushing her feelings and... Heart.
She sighed. Tonks had done it. Done something she had promised long ago she would never do, never belive in. She had fallen in love. And with Remus Lupin. And it was quiet unambiguously clear that he didn't like her back, if the look of disgust and the way he fled the room was anything to go by. She sighed again and reached behind her to get her tea. Well, she wasn't one to give up without a fight, she thought as she sipped the nearly cold drink. It had felt like forever when he kissed her, and it seemed it had been long enough to cool the boiled water. But everywhere Remus had touched her, held her, was still burning like an inferno.
She supposed she hated him. She hated him because even though she was still sitting there feeling like she had just gotten beaten up by Moody in Auror training, she still loved Remus. Still wanted him.
Tonks wouldn't give in, though.
A/N oh the mind of mine. I didn't have any internet so I wrote this. It's a one shot, but I might update. Maybe. But anyway its complete for now.