Note: this fan fiction was firstly wrote in Brazilian Portuguese, and I'm translating it by myself. So, if you find any mistake, please contact me.
Magnetism
a- Tonks didn't have perfection habits.
It was notorious.
Everything on her was imperfect. Hers uncertain and changeable personality was once dangerous, once careless, almost always relaxed and sometimes very insistent.
She was defective when tiptoed and kissed him with her sweet lips, for then whisper in his ear that he was perfect for her, that she didn't want someone younger, or richer and risk-free.
Her flaws, so latent, were even more noticed when she put herself in danger without visible motives, when she didn't matter about the consequences, and mostly when she looked at him that way, half lovingly, half laughingly, but disgruntled at the same time, saying with never said words that he was wrong.
And all of those faults were perfect for her.
b- Tonks has never been that organized.
It was clear.
He still remembered the first and exclusive time that entered in her bedroom on her parents' house. Those Weird Sisters' posters everywhere in the walls, without any order. Paper fragments, some old discs and pieces of broomstick tail diffused in the floor. Some firewhisky bottles incumbent on the wardrobe, some even not finished yet.
It was repulsive.
Maybe as much she first seemed to him.
But it was also consoling.
Just as she was. A deep pool, disorganized and rule-free, like a parallel universe where everything got transformed in scattered and unmeaning things. It was like a twister, squally and overpowering, that took him away without questions, not asking for permission. It was pure mess.
He never liked disorder that much. Until he found her.
c- Tonks wasn't always pleasant.
It was obvious.
Her dark eyes were disturbing. Her gum-pink hair was revolving. Her nitwit and meaningless smile was frustrating. But all of these just fascinated him even more. It was magnetism, pure and simple.
Her smell, intoxicating as herself, seemed to follow him disobligingly, influence his decisions, and bewilder his most trustable senses.
She would just arrive suddenly, late of the night, and would observe him. It was inconvenient, it was the best sensation he had ever felt.
Then, she'd kiss him once again, and say he was amiss.
This way, he really thought he was. Because if someday he made a right decision, so it was Tonks.
d- Tonks wasn't always well.
It was incredible.
When he finally proposed to her, she was exultant.
When she figured out that they would have Ted Remus Lupin, she was quite happy.
But now she wasn't well.
When he asked her where Bellatrix Lestrange was, she didn't answer.
Because she wasn't well. She was far away from this.
She wasn't there anymore.
And he too.
It was magnetism, pure and simple. Incontestable, unbelievable and amazingly sincere.