Just the Way You Are
"Remus..." Tonks looked up at the man she was leaning on and twirled a convenient strand of lime green hair round her finger.
"Mmmm?" Remus didn't open his eyes.
"Fancy going clothes-shopping?"
"Mmm..."
"Today?"
"Mmm- what? Oh, no, you don't mean today?"
"Yep."
"Oh, Tonks, I'm tired today..."
"Remus..."
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And that was how Remus found himself wandering through Muggle clothes shops with a Metamorphagus on a sunny Monday afternoon.
"What about this one?"
Remus blinked and looked up. "Which?"
"This one. The green one. The one that goes with my hair."
"Um..."
"Oh, come on, Remus. I've got enough dresses to try on, anyway."
"Hang on, Tonks! Wait for me! Hey, you're not going in that changing room on your own!"
Tonks popped her head back round the changing room door. "Just hang on a minute, Reemie-dear." She grinned. "I won't be long."
Remus sighed and looked around him. It didn't take him long to clock the chocolates beside the changing rooms. He stretched out a hand...
… and earned a slap from a now-blonde, cross-looking Tonks. "Remus! We've got plenty of chocolate at home! Leave that alone! What do you think?" With the last comment, she gave a little twirl in the dress she was now wearing.
You've got plenty of dresses at home, thought Remus, but didn't say so. He wouldn't dare.
"Should I be taller?" Tonks grew about six inches taller as she spoke...
"Shorter?" … and shrank until she was about four feet tall...
"Does my bum look big in this?" … it shrank...
"Or too small?" … it inflated...
"Do I need longer hair?"... it reached her ankles (which didn't take much)...
"Or is blonde not a good colour with the dress?" … she suddenly became a brunette...
"And does it bring out my eyes?" … they turned scarlet to match the dress...
"Do my eyebrows look too hairy?" … they vanished...
"Do I look too thin?" … this was quickly remedied...
"Or do I just need more up top?" … whereupon her chest extended until it was almost farcical.
Remus couldn't help laughing. "You look like something out of a 'Carry On' film."
Tonks' eyes filled up. "I'm only trying to look nice. There's no need to be nasty, Remus."
The chest vanished.
"No, Tonks, that's not what I- look, it came out wrong. I'm sorry, right? Tonks? Tonks, stop changing! Please! Look, I like you just the way you – stop changing! - just the way you – stop it! - just the way you are. Well," Remus took in the pregnant, eyebrow-less midget with dark brown hair trailing on the floor, glowing red eyes, and a nose to rival Severus Snape's, " maybe not right this minute, but... you know what I mean. Don't you?"
And, as though he'd snapped his fingers, Tonks was back to her original shape. And she was crying, but she was smiling, too. "Oh, Remus..."
"Um. Darling?"
"Remus..."
"Yeah, eh, Tonks?"
"Remus, I feel like an early night, don't you?"
"It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon..."
"Let's go home."
"OK, but Tonks, dear?"
"Come on, let's go."
"Tonks!"
"Remus, are you coming or not?"
"NYMPHADORA!"
Tonks jumped. "What? Don't call me Nymphadora."
Remus grinned at her. "Tonks. Dear. Don't you think you should take off that dress?"
"Oh. Yeah. Right. Yeah, I've got plenty of dresses back at home. Yeah. Right. OK, hang on, Remus."
As soon as she was back in the changing room Remus grabbed some chocolate and shot over to the counter. They did not have plenty of chocolate at home. You could never have too much chocolate.
He handed over the money and returned to his spot outside the changing room just in time.
"Right, dear. How about that early night?"