This is the missing moment from Christmas in the 6th book. Hope you enjoy and read my other fic "Love Bites" if you liked this one.
I actually wrote this out last year in August when the book had come out, but I never typed it out to publish cause I'd liked my other idea "Love Bites" much better.
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"So.." she said
"So..." he repeated, then looked down at the bundle in his hands. "Oh, Molly wanted me to bring this to you. Pudding"
Sheepishly handing over the package in his left hand he continued. "Said she was sorry you couldn't join us today."
He stepped back from her immediatly.
She pulled down her weird sister's t-shirt and her eyes started to mist over.
"You shouldn't have come" she said through a masked sniffle.
"Please Tonks. Molly wanted me too".
After an uncomfortable minute of silence he added "You're making this really difficult."
"No." she snapped, her eyes narrowing accusingly "You are."
He was too weak to argue. He swayed a little and conjured up a quick chair for himself. Finally taking in his worn features, her heart gave a little jolt and she ran at him, her eyes misting over again and threw her arms around him, flinging herself into his waiting lap.
"Oh, Remus" she sobbed to him.
"It's ok. I'm alright" he said, wincing a little at the extra weight on his knees.
"Please don't go back. I can't..." she hiccuped through indiscernable words, crying tears into the front of his robes.
"Shhh..." he patted her back, as her hiccups subsided slowly. "I have to go back... until I have a chance to get away again."
Gritting his teeth he wished he had something better than such a dutiful reply.
Her grip around his neck tightened and she drew her face up to his, giving him a quick, frantic kiss.
His body went stiff.
"Nymphadora. Don't..." he drew back and put a finger to her lips "make this harder than it already is."
But she had started sobbing again, clutching him harder.
"Why won't you see?" She wailed, tears streaming down her face as she brought herself back up to eye level and guaged him for a response.
He determinately gave none, but kept rubbing her back in a soothing motion, which she resisted against.
"I won't stop worrying about you. You can't stop me from loving you!" she half-shouted, as she stood up resolutely - tears subsiding a little as she sniffed on her arm now, an attempt to be as self-reliant as he acted.
He stood up also and vanished the chair. "Nor I you, Nymphadora."
He turned and drew his wand, apparating a split second later, knowing his resolve would not have been matched if he had waited.
Thus he missed the sight of her crumpling to the floor, left yet again with the depressingly incomplete feeling as though her soul had been spliced in half and he'd taken the other half with him which she'd do almost anything to remove - except the one thing that would - and that was going after him like a fool.
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Awww... It's so sad. I want to go and write more romance now:)