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"You know that you haven't been a bad boy, and you aren't in time out, right?" A familiar voice rang out into the dimly lit room.

Remus Lupin lay curled up like a ball in the corner, of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, staring out the dirty window, a blank expression on his face. He truly felt as if Sirius's death was his fault.

"Remus, it's as much your fault as it is the Queen's. If the blame is to be placed, it belongs on me for not holding up my end of the duel with Aunt Bellatrix. If I had fought hard enough, she'd have been the one that had fallen through the veil, not Sirius," Tonks continued, as if reading his mind, "It's truly not your fault, love." She sighed as she got into the floor beside him.

"No, it's not." His voice was rough, hoarse as though it hadn't spoke in years, when in fact it was only days after the battle in the Department of Mysteries. "It's Bellatrix's."

The metamorphmagus looked up in shock as he spoke, she hadn't been expecting him to say anything, in fact she wasn't even sure if he was listening, given the werewolf's features had shown no response to her words.

"Tonks…" Remus whispered. "Tonks, I need help."

"With what, what do you need help with?" She asked gently, though it was obvious she was confused. "I'll do anything for you, love."

"I... I need to get over it, first James and Lily, and then Pettigrew's betrayal, now Sirius is, is…" He couldn't bring himself to say just what Sirius was. But Tonks knew.

"Gone?" She asked gently. He nodded. "Oh, Remus, oh, honey, you poor thing" she said as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her chest. She glanced out the window as he was sobbing quietly onto her shoulder. It was raining, as if mourning with him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" Remus began.

"Sorry for what, love?"

"I'm sorry for not talking to anyone, for ignoring you, for… for… for Sirius."

"Honey, there was nothing, I repeat, nothing, you could have done about Sirius. And as for ignoring everyone that was understandable." She said, looking him directly in the eye.

"So you forgive me?" He questioned.

"Of course I forgive you." She rubbed his back soothingly, as to comfort him.

He simply responded by wrapping her arms around her tighter.

"Tonks?" He said softly.

"Yes, Remus?" She responded just as quietly.

"I love you." He said in barely a whisper.

"I love you too, love." She replied. He pulled out of her embrace gently.

"Really?" His eyes were lit up.

"Of course, my love." That was enough for both of them. Remus leaned in, catching Tonks' lips. They remained like that for a moment, then he softly licked the bottom of her lip, begging for entrance. She granted it. As his tongue entered her mouth the sparks began to fly. They kissed sweetly, his hands firmly around her waist and hers around his neck. That was when she knew. They were meant to be together.

As soon as breathing became an issue, (which was surprisingly a long time,) They broke apart.
"Does this mean," Tonks was staring into his eyes as she asked, "that we're officially a couple?"

"Do you want to be?" Remus asked coyly. Tonks pulled him into an urgent kiss.

"What do you think?"

"I think that's a yes, my little touch of sunshine."

Tonks cocked her head to the side in amusement. "My little touch of sunshine?"

"Well you pulled me out of a dark time, you're now my sunshine."

"Okay, works for me" She said, shrugging it off.

He then pulled her back into a passionate kiss.

"I love you, Tonks."