The cold swept through 12 Gimauld Place and I shivered. I scribbled in a silly sketch pad that muggles use to draw in. I drew a picture of the full moon and a werewolf howling at it. Huffing, I ripped it out, crumbled it up, and threw it across the room.

"What the bloody hell?" I heard Remus ring from the direction of my throw.

I froze and blew out the candle that was sitting on the coffee table. A orb of light floated into the room fallowed by Remus. I noticed him stop and look at the paper. I bit my lip and prayed that he couldnt comprehend it.

"A wolf howling at the full moon. Obviously its Tonks drawing," he walked closer and set it on the coffee table.

Once he noticed me I smiled, twirling the moss brown hair, that I woke up from a fantasy dream of Remus to, around my finger, "Hi, Remus."

"What happened to your hair, Tonks?" He asked, pulling me up and taking a small strand between his fingers and eyed it. "Youve never made it this colour before."

"I woke up to it, Remus. It surprised me. I didnt know my hair could be his colour."

I did know it could be moss brown. I knew that it was because Remus turned me down so many times that my metamorphmagus powers were suffering from it. My patronus had even changed, a wolf, a werewolfe.

"I like it like that."

"Good," I mumbled under my breath, "You made it this way. You should like it."

"I did this to you?"

I nodded, looking into his butterscotch eyes, "It wont change back no matter how hard I try, watch." I squeezed my eyes tight. I felt it flicker green the go back to that ugly brown colour.

Remus relit the candle with a flick of his wand and sat down on the couch, pulling my legs onto his lap and put his hands on my thighs, pulling me onto his lap by them.

"Im sorry, Nymphadora. I couldnt help, but love you."

I winced at my name, hair wanting to flash red at all of his words, "If you love me then why do you push me away? I love you so much." He opened his mouth to say what he has a million times already, "Dont even say it, Remus. I know that youre going to say," I coughed to mock his voice, "Dora, Im too old, poor, and dangerous for you. You need to spend toy love more wisely." I made my voice normal again, "I dont want to spend my love more wisely, and I dont care how old you are, or that youre a werewolf, or that you are poor. I have a job and can make my own money and, Remus, I will always love you no matter how far you push me away, or how many times you say you hate me, or dont love me because I know that you want me close and that its all lies."

At that second he kissed me. Sparks flew and my breath got caught in my throat. His hand was on my cheek and the other in my hair.

"Way to go, Remus!" Serious cheered.

I pulled away from Remus and threw my drawing of the werewolf howling at the full moon at him.