Remus was standing in the forest. He wasn't doing anything, wasn't looking at anything. There was the green foliage of the trees and the dense brown everywhere. It surrounded him.
He thought about Nymphadora.
He wanted to be with her, of course, and she knew it too. But there were so many risks.
So, so many risks.
He heard a rustling sound. His lupine instincts kicked in and he tensed, looking to the right. Nothing. The left. Nothing. Behind him, nothing. The wide expanse of the clearing was bare and cold and lonely. Like him. But he didn't think the forest minded. The sun gave them what they wanted, as did the ground. They stood tall, and proud, and Remus suddenly wished to be a tree.
The rustling sound came again, louder this time. Remus turned full circle wildly.
Standing in front of where he was before, was Tonks.
She was wearing a dress, and it was white. It was lacy and tight and pretty. And long. Her hair was long, too. Black, it was, with a bluish tint. It went down to the middle of her back.
"Remus?"
Her voice was soft, and Remus realized she was standing about five feet away from him.
He wouldn't lose his composure. "Tonks, what are you doing here? I didn't tell anyone where I was going."
She took a step forward. "I know. That's why I'm here. Do you not trust me, Remus?"
"Of course I do, honey. I just wanted to be alone." Tonks' eyes widenend.
"Alone," she rasped, and her lip started to quiver.
Remus nearly tripped over himself trying to get to her. "No, no, no, sweetheart, that's not what I meant!" He cupped her face in his palms and she turned to look at him.
"You don't want me."
"Tonks -"
"You don't want me. You don't want to be with me," she said hoarsely. His brow crumpled as he looked at her. "Do you love me, Remus?"
He did, he did, he did he did he did - "I do, Tonks, but there too many risks, too many ways this could go wrong, too, too many -"
"We could handle it together, Remus, you and I, we'll make it!" She stopped shaking and backed away. Her back was straight, and she glared at him. "I love you, and we can do this!"
"I'M A WEREWOLF!"
She flinched, and her face went blank. He looked at her, standing beautiful and pale in the moonlight and he stepped closer and held her face again.
"I could hurt you, Tonks."
She said nothing. She looked down, and he followed her gaze, and gasped.
Four neat claw marks were streaked across her abdomen, her pretty dress. Blood streamed from her as of from a faucet, and she looked up and him.
"You already did," she whispered.
"Remus? Remus, dear, wake up, Tonks is at the door."
AN: Idk I just woke up and threw this together. Review, please!
