AN: Well Folks, this is my first attempt at HP fan fiction. I choose RL/NT 'cos quite frankly, I love 'em. My favourite characters got together, a dream come true. ; ) This story isn't beta-ed unfortunately so I apologise in advance! Enough babble, onwards with the story!
Disclaimer: I own Nada. Zip. Zilch. JKR owns all!
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I want to kick his head in.
No, you don't.
Yes, I do.
But why hurt someone that you love?
Don't love him.
Then why are you sitting here gulping down ice-cream. It wouldn't have anything to do with his rejecting you, would it?
He's a bastard.
A really nice, sweet, honest and caring 'bastard.'
Maybe.
You love him.
Maybe.
Ha!
Doesn't change how he feels about me though.
You know that he cares about you.
Not enough to want to be with me.
He's trying to protect you.
I don't care that he's a werewolf. I've always known and not once have I ever feared him.
He doesn't believe that. He loves you and so he's trying to save you from a life of hurt and pain.
What's this then eh? I'm sitting here wallowing in a great big puddle of tears. Jolly good fun.
And lets just add the fact that he doesn't trust me when I tell him that I don't care about his bloody 'furry little problem.'
Even though you're upset now, you'll move on.
No I won't.
Only thing that's stopping you is yourself.
Yes, I know. Don't want to move bloody on.
What kind of attitude is that?
Mine.
Tonks, since when have you allowed a man to reduce you to a quivering, snivelling wreck.
He isn't just 'a man.' He's The Man.
Nymphadora Tonks looked one last time at her old dusty mirror. This time she had no reply to herself. She sighed and nodded. All she could do now was refuse to give up. Stick it out.
Tonks Style.