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Purple.
Her hair was the colour of deep purple the first time he first met her. Purple, like the wine he was drinking.
Her mouth was a lighter hue of the sensual dark strands from the fizzy drink she was drinking.
The incriminating lips shaped into a sweet curve as she reached forward to shake his hand, her hands surprisingly strong for their softness.
Although her features were delicate and not yet matured, there seemed an undeniable sexuality under her pale, heart-shaped face.
Purple wasn't her colour, he thought. It only made him think of twisted velvet sheets and her lips being bruised under his, when really she was about a decade younger than he was.
Her dark, twinkling eyes seemed to mock him for his terrifying indecent thoughts.
"Tonks." She simply stated.
"Nymphadora Tonks!" 'Mad-Eye' Moody barked.
Her face twisted in embrassment at the name, as she glanced at him underneath her eyelashes.
Nymphadora.
Her name was different, dark, spicy and foreign but so easy on his tongue it disturbed him.
Like she did.
It disturbed she got under his skin, and made him prickle with wild, unwanted feelings.
Feelings he could control when he wasn't a wolf, and he hated that he felt this weakness when he was human.
Animalistic.
Out of control.
He was scared how comfortable if felt wanting to lean down and devour her lips.
To grab her and protect her, but there was no chance of him protecting her strong character.
She made him want to take her and kiss her until she couldn't breathe, until she submitted to him.
He hated that he liked her.
That she was so easy going and so endearing.
If only he could touch that colour and drain it out.
He watched her now as she threw ran her hands through the soft velvet of spikes and throw her head back to laugh at what someone said.
Hissing softly, he pushed his hands further into his pockets and turned his head away from the temptation.
He hated the colour.
But as he pushed away his empty wine glass, he raised his hands to his stained purple lips.
He savoured the taste.