Something Fleeting

It was a good couple of weeks.

It was just the two of them, shut in and completely and utterly alone. She didn't even care to leave for food, the barest of physical needs.

The barest of physical needs, she thought with a laugh. The barest of physical needs was standing currently across the room and arranging his books on the shelf. She thought that he had too many of them the first time she saw him carting in armful after armful. But they wrapped the room, coated it with something that was so very Remus.

His back was covered in scars. Scars she hadn't put there, scars she wanted to map out, find their histories.

He was never happy about where he placed his books. He was always up and moving them around at odd hours of the night. He liked to sit at the window sometimes and stare out at the moon. Not quite full, a crescent, the barest shadow; it didn't matter. It didn't matter how much he hated that silver disk in the sky, he was always there, every night, leaving her cold in his sheets.

She sat up, watched him move book after book from place to place, so quiet. He'd learned to be stealthy, silent, a shadow and nothing more. Something fleeting. That was Remus. Something fleeting.

The curls of her hair turned a somber blue around her eyes and she batted them away persistently.

She wondered how many times he'd moved, how many little places he'd try to make into home. How many times he'd moved those silly books. How did he have so many books?

He peered over his shoulder to find her watching him, reading him, half a smirk on her lips. Neither seemed surprised that the other had known about their observation.

"All right, Dora?" He asked. His eyes were tired.

"Try to sleep," she told him. It felt like five hundred times she'd asked him, told him. Creature of the night, she thought.

"In a bit," he replied.

She wondered if he'd swoop off again, pleased with the weeks he'd given her but restless. He looked on edge, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting rabbit. She wondered if it was always something fleeting, if he'd wander off one day. If she'd come home to find all his books gone and his love on a parchment on the table.

She'd still love him if he did.

"Remus," she said softly. Her hand was restless on her stomach. He half turned again. "I think I'm pregnant."


AN: Hello, Potter fandom! Just poking my head in for the last of this holiday with my little project. This Valentine's Day, I have literally nothing to do, so I've decided to pick my 14 favorite pairings and write some sappy vignettes for them! Not all of them will be from one fandom, so if you're interested, check out my profile! Poor Lupin/Tonks. I loved them so dearly. I just don't know if I can write them at all XD Let me know what you think, leave some love, and stay awesome!