Your Every Color
AN/Disclaimer. I couldn't do it. I broke, it's a song fic. It's RLNT, set during OotP. The song is "Your Every Color" by Train, off their "My Private Nation" album- check it out, it's really good. I don't either the song or the characters, or anything else you recognize.
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He watched her walk into the basement kitchen of 12 Grimmald Place, instantly lighting it up with her new blue eyes, bright red hair and her brilliant smile. She was good for the Order, not just because of her position as an Auror, but she filled the place with happiness and peace; perhaps because she was the youngest member?
I can see the red, white and free in you
You light the night up like the moon
And underneath your clouds, I see the blue
It was the morning after the full moon, and he was relaxing in the library with a mug of cocoa and a very dull book. And then she entered pink haired and red-lipped, tripping over the carpet.
"Wotcher," she said from somewhere near the dingy brown rug. "How was the full moon?"
"What?!"
"Oh, I put my foot in it again…. You are a werewolf, right? Or was Sirius teasing me again? Because you don't seem, you know, bloodthirsty, or anything…" she rambled on.
Remus walked over to her and pulled her up. She was blushing furiously and her brown eyes were blinking rapidly. If only I could kiss her she would shut-up, he thought, then immediately took it back.
"It was fine."
She fell silent, but smiled with her eyes.
You're hopeless 'cause you tell the truth
The stars are jealous of your shine
If you were mine
There's not a thing I wouldn't do
You're black and beautiful, yellow, tan
You're white as light and soft as sand
With greens and greys and oh for days
A silver lining on the way
You cover everyone
Just like a morning sun
You turn me into someone I would rather be
Sirius made side comments to him every other minute. About a growing attachment. But Remus, of course, denied it. He was too old, too poor, and certainly too dangerous. But there was something about her, and it wasn't like she wasn't used to danger….
Ooh- I love your every color
Ooh- I love your everything
You wear the day around you
Like it's yours to stay around you
Maybe I could stay around you too
If that's alright with you
She was dependable, even if she stood out in a crowd. Moody growled about her "daft hair," but he knew that she was his protégée, and that he wouldn't exchange her for anything, or anyone, else. She certainly made their rag-tag, survivors-of-the-first-war group vivid.
You're coffee brown and bubble gum pink
And oh I think the shade of you is on the brink
Of changing all the ways I see the world
I could drown inside a single drop
Of all the kinds of things you got
And all the kinds of things I'm not
She was clumsy. Ten minutes in the same room with her and a blind man could see that. She had a habit of breaking things, cups, plates, unbreakable objects…. But given half the chance, a little confidence, and an important mission, she was as graceful as the constellations in the heavens, gliding slowly and purposely.
Might just give me a chance to see
From way up where you are
Above the silent stars
Just dancing in the sky
She seemed to smile at him a lot. Of course, she just smiled a lot in general. It probably had nothing to do with him. But it seemed that Sirius was making side comments to her as well. Remus often stumbled in on them in hushed conversations in the corner, and upon noticing him, Sirius would greet him a little over-enthusiastically. He would glance at Tonks, and she would be blushing pink.
You're better than any rainbow
You're brighter than the sun
You look like my first day of summer
When my spring is on the run
You're gold and more gold
And you're platinum too
With snow toned, copper attitude
I don't know what I'd do without you
I don't know what I'll do about you.
He didn't plan what he was doing, but after the next Order meeting, when Dumbledore had left, and Snape had swooped out of there, sneering at him and Sirius, he walked (trembling slightly, though he hoped she wouldn't notice) over to her, where she was rummaging through a drawer for a map, and asked her out for a drink on Friday.
She blushed again, her cheeks matching her hair, but said, "Yes."
Thanks for reading- please review now, it would make my day. I'm sorry it's a song-fic! But it works so well. Rest assured, I'm working on a real story, which should be up in a week or so (my beta currently has it)... xMidget