Chapter 3

Where was she? Could she have gone home?

'Tonks?' Noticing Sirius in the hallway he enquired to him her whereabouts. However Sirius was about to pass out due to the vast quantities of fire whisky he had consumed, and therefore proved useless. Remus searched all over. Just the library and kitchen left. On entering the library, Remus at first, thought it empty.

And there it was a single petite hand dangling over the armchair facing away from him. He smiled to himself. Carefully walking over to the armchair.

'Tonks?' he whispered bending down to her level. No response. He brushed her hair out of her face.

'Brown never really was your colour.' He chuckled to her. He looked at her hard studying her like a book he was trying to remember all the details , the facts. She was unique in her beauty. Her long dark lashes sweeping her cheeks, her mouth slightly downturned- he thought with a frown-, her right arm lying stiffly across her body.

'Tonks' he tried again.

'Nymphadora?'

'Don't call me that' she muttered not opening her eyes. Remus felt himself colour, had she heard, had she felt him?

'You need to go to bed' he continued on, through his embarrassment. Her hand only twitched slightly.

'don't be stubborn' a ghost of a smile flickered across her face.

'I know you can hear me Dora' he whispered leaning in closer. His breath tickled her forehead. He sighed to himself, in defeat. Carefully, ever so gently he slipped a hand round her shoulders and another under her legs and lifted her curled body from thee armchair trying to move her right arm as little as possible.

'Bed time Nymphadora' he whispered to her sleeping form.