The soft sounds of a piano being played drifted into the room, gently waking the sleeping woman. She noticed that there was no warm body against her, and she sat up to look around the room. He was nowhere to be seen. She grabbed his shirt from the end of the bed and buttoned it up as she walked out the room towards the music.
As she approached the room where the music was coming from, she looked through the crack in the door. There he was, sitting at the piano with his back to the door. She loved it when he played; she wished he would play more. It had been a week since Sirius was killed, and she was certain that this was his way of letting his emotions out. The song was lovely and soft, but made her feel sad and empty all at the same time. When he finished, she slowly walked into the room.
"Remus…" she said softly.
"I'm sorry if I woke you," he didn't turn to look at her.
"You didn't," she slowly made her way to the piano. "That sounded lovely. What's it called?"
"Gymnophedie No 1," he was now looking at the floor.
She stood next to him, her back against the piano. "Remus are you alright?" she put a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, of course. Just had some trouble sleeping." At that he slid her across the piano, putting her in front of him. He put his hands on her waist and looked up at her for the first time. His eyes were soft.
"Remus, I'm here if you need…" she ran her fingers through his hair.
"I don't want to talk about it. Not tonight," he lifted her up on top of the piano, standing between her legs. He began to kiss her neck.
She wasn't going to force him to talk about it; she knew he needed to even though he said he was fine. She had noticed the small changes in him. He was quieter then usual, drank more then he normally would, but the change that she noticed the most involved her. He acted like he wanted to spend every moment of every day with her, but it had to be on his terms. If she ever came running to him, he would almost push her away. She thought he was afraid to get to emotionally attached to her, and know that there was a chance that he might lose her during the war.
He looked up at her, "I love you Nymphadora."
She put her hands on either side of his face, "And I love you." She leant forward and kissed him.