Remus Lupin
I woke up early this morning, and I glanced out the window. Even though all I saw was my usual view from the grimy walls of 12 Grimmauld Place, my life felt like I was on a tropical paradise, you know one of those cheesy ones with the hula dancers and fire swallowers. With that weirdly optimistic music that you hear in Hawaii playing in the back of my mind, I rolled over to see the literally perfect face of my girlfriend. With her funky pink hair and olive skin, she was the one, I knew it. We had only been together for just a few months, but I was just sure I was right when I chose her. Today was the day, and as nervous as I was, I was extremely excited. I mean, she would say yes, right? Spending our entire lives together was so absolutely ideal I could not even believe it. I saw her begin to rustle in her cocoon of sheets.
"What are you doing, baby?" she murmured with that classic tired voice, the kind you get right when you wake up. Granted, she did I guess.
"I was just watching you sleep. You're gorgeous, you know that?"
"Hilarious. I just woke up, I look like crap. It's a law of nature, I promise you."
"Really?" I asked sarcastically. She giggled and rolled over to look at the clock.
"Shit, its already 8:00. You'd better get back to your room before someone notices. I bet Sirius is already awake. He's on to us. He's probably waiting outside the door for us," she whispered good naturedly. See, we hadn't told anyone of our 'fling' as Tonks likes to call it. She and I both agreed that it would not be a good idea because of all that was going on right now, between the Order, the war and the all the chaos. I realize that proposing to her kind of goes against this, big time, but I just don't think I can wait until You-Know-Who dies, if ever. Plus, what if something were to happen to one of us? We might as well enjoy each other as much as we can before something horrible happens. God, now I sound like a horribly depressing person. I guess that's what I am though, to everyone else at least. Sirius is always telling me I need to 'clean up my act' because apparently I'm becoming pretty shabby. I've kind of given up on that though. I began gathering my stuff.
"Tonks, put your shirt back on!"
"I have a bra on, god Remus. . ."
"Well what if Sirius is out there?"
"Come on, you know I was kidding," she started laughing. I broke, too. This is pretty much how every argument ends between us, both of us laughing. I gave her, what started out as a quick peck, but she grabbed me. Our lips met, and I saw passion in her eyes. Although I wanted a makeout session as much as her, we didn't have the time.
"God, Nymphadora, you are beautiful, but, dear, we can't do this right now." She smiled mischievously but stopped.
"Alrighty, but do not call me that!" The twinkle in her eyes made me laugh.
"I'll see you downstairs, dear."
"I second that!" And with that, I sneaked out of her room.