Am I Really That Bad?
Author's Note: This has Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince spoilers. Read at your own risk. Wasn't that book amazing? Took me less than a day and a half to read, it was the great! Well, please sit back, relax, and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own anything!
"But I can't sleep, can't eat, and I just can't stop thinking about him, Molly," I said while resting my head on my arms. "I'm a hopeless case!" I sighed. I was miserable. My once vivid and vivacious bubblegum pink hair, gone, and was replaced by this mousy brown hair. Boring, plain, simple. Everything I have prided myself in not being. I even had trouble morphing. This wasn't good, and it was all because of him.
"Dear, don't beat yourself up over this. You'll see, things will turn out for the better," Molly said, trying to offer some helpful motherly advice. I just couldn't believe her. My conversation with him had always been the same:
"I don't understand. Why not?" I would shout, after minutes of mindless bickering.
"My condition, Nymphodora, my condition! It just couldn't possibly work between us, and besides, I am too old for you," he tried to say gently, softly. It never came out that way. It was forceful and his words stung.
"I don't care about your problem and age doesn't matter!" I would shoot back at him. He would simply give me a long and penetrating stare, shake his head and walk away.
"Molly, why doesn't he want to be with me? I just can't take this anymore. I can't take thinking about him, day after day, wondering if he is alright, wondering if there is any chance that he could be thinking about me."
"Things like this take time. Maybe he doesn't want to get involved because of what's going on in the wizarding world? Could it be that perhaps, if anything were to happen to him, he wouldn't want you to be in harms way? You have to think about and take into consideration what he is feeling. Above all else, he considers you a friend and would not want to see you get hurt." Molly said.
"It doesn't seem that way. He downright refuses to be with me. It is like he is repulsed by the very thought of holding my hand."
"I highly doubt that, sweetheart."
I sighed once more. I nestled my face in my arms a little better and let my tears run free. It had been like this for weeks; thinking of Remus and then working myself up so, that I would break down in angry tears.
"Nymphodora, dear, don't work yourself up. Oh dear, one moment," Molly said. She rushed to the fireplace and hid it from view. What could she be doing? Who was she concealing?
"Not now, another time maybe?" I heard Molly whisper. I had very keen ears.
"Why not Molly?" I knew that voice anywhere. It was Remus, and he was arguing with her.
"Now is not a good time Remus. I have company." Molly said quickly.
"But if it is someone from the Order, they could hear it too!" Remus said, getting quite agitated. He peered around Molly and his eyes widened at the sight of me; my eyes red and puffy. "Tonks?"
"Don't mind me," I said. "My, my, pet died," I added. I sniffed and wiped my eyes. He looked at me with a piercing glance and turned back to Molly.
"She doesn't have a pet," he whispered. "I'll go. Bye Molly, Tonks." He left the fire with as much haste as possible.
I bent down again and cried. Since when did I become so weak? Since when did simply hearing his mellow voice turn me to jello and send me in a rush of emotions.
Molly turned around sheepishly and gave me a sympathetic smile. "He treats me like I am a leper. Am I that bad?"
"Of course not. You are not bad at all. You are an intelligent and beautiful, young witch. Any man, wizard or not, would be lucky to have you," Molly said reassuringly.
I laughed bitterly. Yeah right. Who would want the, overly- friendly, clumsy me? Definitely not Remus!
"Do you want a spot of tea, darling? You must be drained," Molly offered. I was drained and quite tired.
"Thank- you Molly…" I said weakly. I shifted in my seat a bit. I had been sitting in the same position for over an hour already. "…for everything," I added. Molly smiled warmly at me and fixed me some tea. She handed it to me and I accepted it gratefully. I put the cool mug to my lips and drained some of the hot liquid from within. It warmed me to the bone and I felt a shiver run up my spine, despite it being summer.
"You need some rest," Molly said. I nodded in consent. The handle on the door started to jiggle and Molly put a hand to her heart. "Oh my, who could that be?" She walked to the door, opened it and there stood Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore.
"I'll just be going. Thank- you Molly."
"Anytime, dear, anytime."
Author's Note: Well folks, that was my rendition of the chat between Mrs. Weasley and Tonks before Dumbledore and Harry interrupted them. Hope you all liked it and please review.