Authors note: Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at writing Harry Potter fanfiction. I have written a few other fic's in various sections (See my profile), but have lurked the stories on this section for a few years now. This is my first chapter, please read and review and let me know if you want to see chapter 2 and possibly beyond. The idea for this story simply came to me, and I have been flying by the seat of my pants ever since. Remus and Tonks is my favourite pairing. Though lately I have been reading alot of Snape and Hermoine. But, regardless, and I am posting this in honour of my favorite couple. Ps: This is set in between book 6 and 7. I havent read the 7th book, and as such I am not refering to it. But if so help me god, one of you mentions something about the 7th book in a review I will be forced to use a 'Unforgivable' on you! WINK!
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Rating: This is rated M for a reason people. (Swearing, Sex-scences) As such, prepare for lovely werewolf and metamorph lovin' time! Ha. NO, This is not a Porn with not plot. I am trying to give as much plot as possible before I get to the good stuff! Hehe!
When the Moon Falls to Pieces
Tonks' strode into her apartment, flinging her evening purse across the room, the pure anger and frustration behind the throw carried the sequined purple and yellow monstrosity whizzing into the wall opposite.Her heels clicked angrily on the hardwood as her aburptly turned, slamming the door behind her viciously before crossing the room and throwing herself down on the rumpled couch, face buried into the plaid cushions before she screamed in frustration.
Her long black hair gradually morphed into a dull-brown nest of wayward curls. Until she looked up and made a face. A tiny pop seconds later saw her customary pink hair again, but flowing down past her shoulders. Clashing magnificently with the couch….not to mention the rest of her lively apartment.
Once significantly screamed out, she curled more comfortly into the familiar contours of the couch, dashing away a few angry tears as they wound their unhappy way down her pink cheeks.
"Damn you Remus Lupin." She whispered, "If I didn't love you so much I'd hex your bullocks off." She sighed. Then allowed herself to at least of the pleasure of imagining the man's Johnson for a few seconds before she quickly reminded herself, and thought scathingly that the only thing she should be thinking about was ripping them off.
Shaking her head she pulled her wand from the cleft of her breasts. Pointed it at herself and whispered "Evanesco!" And her clothes dissapeared, reappearing in an untidy jumble at her feet. She sighed, for once not even attempting that little flick to tidy them, what was the use? She though dispairingly, it hadn't worked the first five hundred times, why would it work now? The tears flowed more freely now, her make up running as they cascaded down her face, but she staunchly refused to sob, she had done that enough for ten women already.
She left the clothes behind and moved to the bathroom naked, and scrubbed away the make-up she had so carefully applied for the Order meeting. It had been a formal occassion, as they celebrated Diggles birthday at the Black manor. The space had been magically enhansed to make room for a dancing floor. Diggles idea of course, though if Dumbledore had been here it would have been the first thing on the list. She sighed, remebering the lively old coot. He was dearly missed by them all.
She had dressed with great care, hoping to truly knock Remus' socks off. She had transfigued a red towel into a modest, but stuningly sexy knee length red number that hugs every curve, esentuating her assets, but at the same time still demurely covering all the bases. After staring in the mirror for a while, deciding, she had morphing long shining black hair to match. A sultry red and black combination, it worked for her.
She had felt incrediable sexy as she had strolled into the room, a pink blush gracing her cheeks, as every male eye flickered over to her. Remus, she knew, had lingered far to long over her form, his mouth slightly open, for someone who apperently 'couldn't be with her'.
"Damn Bugger!" She grunted as she shut off the water and crawled into bed. Letting her senses delight at the warm satin sheets, they hugged her nude skin. Was she cursed to forever love and desire a man that stanchly refused to admit he loved her just as much?
Tonight had been horrible. She had sat at his side for the meal, chattering her way through three courses. Molly had truely out done herself this time. And for a while, it had been like old times, like their first meeting, both ensnared in the discussion as raptly as a moth is drawn to the flame.
That is, until the dancing had begun. After awkwardly watching the others dance for two songs. Diggle had found them, his mauve top hat, topping dangerously on his head, had squeakly ushered them to the floor, proclaiming since it was his birthday he would see them dance, pulling them to the very center, before winking up at them cheekily and tottering off in search of more punch. Tonks could have kiss the tiny man in gratitude.
Remus had gazed down at her, then offered her a smile and his arm. They had fit together as well as Ying and Yang. His balance keeping her from making a complete fool of herself on her two-inch heels, and her natural afinity on the dance floor, maked them look like quite the accomplished couple. But Tonks didn't quite give a rats ass. All she could think about was his hand enveloping hers, his hand firmly placed on her hip, was it just her imagination or had his hold on her tighten protectively when Charlie had breezed by, a twinkling look in his green eyes as he complimented her new look?
The smell of Remus invaded her senses till all she could take in was him. It was spicy...and untamed in nature, not something she would have orginally tagged the Professor for. But regardless, it fit him. It was tinged with that hint of maleness, that intoxicating musk that was simply Remus. Damn! She shivered, if any man could ever being a girl to orgasm by smell alone, it would be him.
But, on the other hand, she hadn't missed that fleeting gesture when he had dipped her, he had brought her up with a snap, letting his face brush her neck, inhaling her scent, the breath tickling, sending spurts of arousal zipping down her spine. But, not to be outdone, when the tempo had changed, she brought the arm that had been resting on his shoulder closer, winding it around his neck, brushing his ear, and covertly winded her hips innocently against his. 'Mission accomplished!' She had thought when he has hissed into her ear, eyes momentarily half-lidded, smouldering. After that she hadn't been surprised when his dancing got jerky. She had chanced a look down and had almost choked on her gum. Remus' pants were loose fitting to begin with, now it looked like someone had split an inflating potion on his crotch. Damn that man was well hung. She hadn't even seen it and she was drooling.
She had unconciously licked her lips, and he had moaned softly. The man had ACTUALLY moaned! She kicked at her comforter in frusteration. She loved him, she wanted him. HIM. No one else. And he had basically admitted the same, ever since Bill's accident he had not denied it. But instead created a myraid of assine reasons why they couldn't. The man didn't think he deserved love, her love!
The hippoicrate. The last Death Eater attack, nearly a month passed now had seen them both in battle for over two nights. She had chased down Bella Lestrange, intent on settling their score that had begun in the Department of Mysterys all those years ago. They were far from the main fighting and Remus had followed her in, uncannly tracking her and emerging from the brush, wand raised as she had finally met her mark, bringing Bella down with a vicious Cruico, but Bella had cried out to her master as the unforgivable had racked her body, and immediately dissipated with a muted crack, and a noxious smelling green smoke. Tonks had been so exhausted she had slumped down to the sodden moss, starring blankly at the empty spot were she had fallen, a rocky depression behind a mouldering log, still smoking slightly from the barrage of hexes. He had stumbled over to her, dropping down over her form, covering her scorched robes with the sodden embrace of his own. Gathering her into his chest, he murmured wordlessly in her tired ears, holding her tightly and stroking her long, muddy black hair, a color she unconsciously changed to when the murderer of her cousin sneaked into her mind. She had turned around in his arms, looking into his dark eyes, that were rimming with exhaustion, his features wild and worried, and had nuzzled into his neck, letting her frustrated tears trail down his neck.
He had rumbled deep in his throat, a look of contentment evident on his face (she of course had peeked). They hadn't spoken a word, but she had learned more then she could bring in. The power and feeling in his embrace, his murmurs and pleased rumblings... "It's over 'Dora.." He had whispered, chin pressing into her cheek, his thumb tracing her upturned face, as the signal of the battle's end glittering and pipped through the sky above them. Fawkes red-gold plumage trailing gracefully as he turned, looping back to the main site, singing his unique melody, one so different from the song he sang at his masters funeral, but one of hope and gladness, this was the first note they had hear from him since after the funeral. "We won this one." She had croaked, voice cracking from exhaustion.
He had nodded then and apparating them out, back to Grimmauld place, his arms still staunchly wrapped around her. They both stumbled slightly as they reappeared at the manors doorstep, jerkily turning the knob, and they were immediately assailed by a harried and drawn looking Molly. She had hurried to them, barriers broken as she enveloped them both in her embrace. A few minutes later a door in the hall creaked open and Arthur limped into view, hand trembling slightly on the door frame, a vicious puffy scar covered in green paste, smoking slightly on the cut. "Molly, Minerva has just arrived, she needs you." She nodded and wiped away happy tears at their arrival, a trembling smile on her lips as she bustled away, clean bandages and a pot of steaming water bobbing along behind her. Tonks could not help but notice that the previously plump matron now looked alarmingly thin, her face pale. The war had certainly changed a lot about a lot of people.
Remus had ushered her up the stairs, a large hand pressing firmly into the small of her back, one hand holding tightly to hers, almost steering her. She was slightly surprised when he led them to his door, hardly pausing before half stumbling into the room, the door closing with a snap. They simply stared at each other for a good while. Until he suddenly grabbed her, crushing her to him in a forceful embrace. "Never..never do that..leave...I didn't know where you went..I..." He murmured into her hair. Tonks' was mildly surprised he cared enough to show it, and idly returned his embrace, feeling far away from everything. She was still partially in shock she later determined.
When he pulled back, gazing at her, she let her eyes roam, even through her exhaustion she noted the pale expanse of his skin through the ripped fabric, and trailed a long finger down the single rip, revealing a dirty but muscled expanse of chest, speckled with light brown hairs, and long faded scars. He had looked at himself and then at her, and muttered a quick spell. Their clothes, cuts, and grimy skin reversed instantly.
Feeling as though she should be saying something, Tonks slide down to the bed, murmuring her exhaustion. Remus had only smiled slightly, and deftly lifted her up into the bed, bringing the top comforter over them both, and wrapping his arms around her tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair until they both fell asleep, and strangely, the horror-filled dreams of killing and raging battles did not come. They stayed safe in reach others arms for that night, and unbeknownst to them, a soft orange glow surrounded them, a form of protection that only true love and trust can bring.
She had woken up alone, but the memories hadn't left her. She knew it, and he knew it. They both knew it. But the damn man refused to admit it!
She had confronted him after the dance, seeking again to change his mind, and caught him in the dark shadows of the library, where he had fled after the dance, nursing a tall glass of whiskey and the roaring flames of a fire. She went to convince him that he was the one, he was worthy of her. Prepared to fight to the teeth this time. But, ever the gentle one, Remus had strove to turn her down gently. Tonk's wouldn't have it, and she cringed as she remembered now.
"Why! Why Remus! I love you, and I want you. And I know you love me too!" She had replied, throat tightening under a wave of grief that threatened to plummet her heart to the ground. And plummet it did, crashing and breaking into two ragged pieces. Two puzzled pieces that could never be put back..or at least that how it felt when he had refused her.
"No 'Dora. I can't. We can't. It is too dangerous. I am too - ." But she hadn't let him finish. "Yes. Yes! I bloody know all your excuses Remus Lupin! They get more and more pathetic every time I hear them. Well I am sick of them! The fact is, I love you. I do. I know you know that, and I know you love me back. I don't care that you are poor, I don't care about any of it! I want you. No one fucking' else Remus!" She had practically yelled, watched the man suddenly cringe under her verbal barrage. She had never spoken to him like that before, and it shocked him. She had paused for breath and then continued, overriding the words he had begun to say. "No. No! You know what? I know what your problem is. You have been using the fact that you are a Werewolf as a mental crutch all your life. You can't do this, have this, be this. Well guess what Remus, you can. You could have it all. And, you could have me. There is no monopoly on love!" She finished, chest heaving, and eyes tearing. She could have sworn that his eyes were moist, but she turned and ran from the room, leaving Remus alone in the library, the books hissing disapprovingly at the ruckus as Mrs. Black screamed in rage and Tonks fled the manor, her black hair streaming out behind her like a dark banner, fleeing into the early dawn.
Tonks squirmed in discomfort. She wasn't sorry she had yelled at him. She had meant everything she said, and had wanted to say it all. But shite and sugar! What an emotional roller-coaster.
Feeling quite mutinous and depressed, she sat up in bed, calling her owl to her, and summoning a piece of parchment and a quill. The large Barn owl swooped down, settling onto the bed post, hooting happily. She stoked the bird affectionately, a small smile breaking out in spite of herself as the owl cooed softly, ruffling his feathers in pleasure as she rubbed a finger around his neck. She finished scribbling the note to the ministry, and her owl took off through the open window, the half-moon invading her view, as though mocking her of all she could have, but didn't. She threw herself back on the bed, making the covers into a warm, soothing cocoon around her, tears once again falling. She needed this day, she had written in sick. She never did, and honestly she felt she deserved it. If they had a problem with it, she'd shove a quill up there old wrinkly arse's!
And with that, she slowly drifted off to sleep, the tears still rolling down her cheeks even in her slumber. And somewhere, not too far away, a man in a rumpled shirt wiped his own errant tear away as he too sat in bed staring at the moon, his fists clenched at his sides, and his heart in turmoil.
A/N: So.. continue or no?
