Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and everything that goes with it belong J.K Rowling not me. A/N:This is my first fic and I'm sorry about any mistakes, English is not my first language.
He liked observe people mostly he liked observe on her, she was always colorful and energetic, nothing was dull when she was around, and that was what made him watch her. And most important made him see that something was wrong while she was here sitting in the Burrow's kitchen, she was not herself, her hair was mousy brown the opposite of her bright colors normally used, she didn't try to tease or even talk to him, like she always did. It hurt because after weeks alone with his thoughts about the death of his godfather he wish something or someone to cheer him up, but here she was barely looking at him, maybe she blamed him for Sirius' death like himself is. Maybe she hated him, after all Sirius was her cousin, he shivered with this thought, her hating him, he couldn't bear thinking of her hating him it hurt like physical pain. "Everything alright there Harry?" he was started at the sound of her voice. "Uhh…Yeah Tonks".He turned away watching outside. He turned back to see her still watching him, with a frown on her face."What about you Tonks?" he was surprised how steady his own voice sounded nothing like how he was feeling inside, she looked at him confused and he tried clarify his question, "How are you ?I heard you were hurt during…" he couldn't finish he's question but she understood. "I'm alright Harry it wasn't a serious injury" she smiled at him, truly smiled at inside he melted at her smile he never saw something so beautiful. She cleared her throat making him realize that he was staring at her, he blushed and look away, but she was still looking him with a little smile on the corner of her mouth. That smile, how he wanted to kiss that smile away, he blushed even more thinking about kissing her, how soft her lips would be, how his hand would curl around her waist, how… She touched his hand trying get his attention he looked where their hands were touching and then looked at her, "Too much thoughts?" she asked with that smile, he shrugged in response, he couldn't admit what he was thinking. Tonks squeezed his hand once before letting go, and he immediately missed her warm hand, she got up of the table "Its late" she explained when he looked at her. "Molly thanks for the tea, but I have to go" she said to . She looked at him and winked before going out, and he just watched her, he couldn't tell her how much he liked her, that he wanted her, not yet anyway he wouldn't make her more of a target for Voldemort. For now he would be content of just observe her.