Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter seeing as I'm not J.K. Rowling. Who knew!

A/N: This chapter is a bit short, but it's really important and I had a blast writing it. Maybe I had too much fun writing it. But you'll soon know the last part of the "I love writing Remus and Tonks when they're ." And I'm still not going to tell you. Remus's inner voice returns, Tonks doesn't let go of a chair, and the whole chapter is one nice, big conversation. But I doubt you want to listen to me. Let's get on with the story!

Chapter Four

In the Drawing Room

Tonks stood in the Drawing Room, running her hands over a chair's soft fabric. The curtains behind her gave an ominous shiver.

"Hello, Nymphadora," Lupin said wearily from the doorframe. Before he knew what was happening, a pair of soft, smooth arms were around him. He didn't do anything. He didn't want to do anything. He just stood there.

"I wasn't sure if you were going to come," came a muffled voice somewhere around his shoulder. In truth, Remus had considered this idea. However, he was somewhat of a gentleman, and if he was going to tell Tonks off it would be here, now. No matter how much it hurt him to do so. "I'm so glad you did." Remus was unsure of what to say to this, so he said nothing. He shrugged her off of him. She awkwardly walked back and stood behind a chair. "I need to talk to you." He had been expecting this. And he didn't expect anything good to come out of it, either. Seeing as he neither wanted a kiss or an argument.

Answer her, you dimwit!

For once, Remus obeyed. "What about?"

"Why I did all that stuff you were upset about," she said calmly, though a slight blush rose up in her cheeks and she had gotten quieter with every word. "But I thought you would have

guessed, at least."

Oh, he guessed all right, Nymphadora.

'Shut up, I can handle this,' he thought.

I doubt it.

"I haven't guessed," he said bluntly.

Liar. Dirty liar.

"I surmised as much," she answered coolly. "But still, I can't believe that you haven't…"

"Just tell me, Nymphadora."

"I love you, Remus." Silence. It was as though a heavy weight had been thrown with full force at his stomach. He had thought this was true, yes, but hearing it come out of her mouth, her own words, any chance of a loophole was gone, he had to face the facts.

"Oh."

Brilliant! I couldn't have thought of a better retort! Why don't you tell her the truth now, oh amazing master of words?

Tonks rocked back and forth on her feet. It was his turn to say something. 'Oh,' was not enough to keep a conversation going, but he had nothing much to say. Fishing around his mind, he finally found something.

"That's no excuse for doing…what you did. Kissing me and…"

"And?" she said innocently. Remus blushed. Why was she so damn annoying like this? She knew bloody hell what he meant.

You're avoiding the fact that you love her. Remus chose to pretend the voice hadn't said anything. He pushed on with his conversation.

"…and, well, you know…"

Tonks blushed. "I wanted to know what it felt like." She smiled weakly. If Remus had been expecting her to say anything, it wasn't that. For a moment he was dumbstruck. What was he to say to that?

What did you bring it up for?

"Shut up!"

"What?"

Fine, I'll come back when you're wallowing I misery afterwards. Then you'll see.

"Good," he told it, unsure if it was even still there. Tonks gave him a quizzical look. "It was nothing, Nymphadora," he assured her. They stood in an awkward silence for a moment. He cast upon something else. "You lied to me the other day."

"What? How? When?"

"When you were supposedly confunded."

"Oh," she said quietly. "Well, how was I supposed to get you to talk to me?"

"A simple conversation would suffice! You don't have to go around kissing me while I'm lying in bed!"

"What? I thought you were asleep!" She immediately regretted what she said. She had just openly admitted that she had kissed him that day. She clamped a hand to her mouth. "Sorry," she mumbled. "But you don't get it, do you? I love you. I'm not normally so rash or bold and all of that. But I don't know. That always changes around you! I'm normally into fun and jokes but all that matters around you is that you talk to me and smile when you do it!"

"I'm not smiling now, am I? None of that was appropriate, for god's sake! Don't you get it? I'm 17 years older than you!"

"16 and a half," she mumbled. Remus chose to ignore this.

"I've been shunted from job to job because I hardly have any money! I have my own room in my friend's mother's house! How pathetic is that? And are you aware of what I am!"

"Yes, Remus, as a matter of fact I do, I'm not stupid! And additionally, I don't think it makes any difference at all!" she just realized she was yelling.

"Well I believe it does! I'm a werewolf! Do you have any idea how dangerous I am?"

"Yes, I reckon I do, but I don't have a problem with that! Do you think any of the Order has a problem with that? You're brave for dealing with it the way you do! You could go running around like a Fenrir Greyback, but you don't! You have compassion and you have feelings and you aren't just some bloodthirsty monster!"

"I'm a bloodthirsty monster once a month! Everyone treats it like it's some 'furry little problem!' It's not just a problem! I'm a half-breed!"

"Take that back," she said, suddenly quiet. "You are what you say you are. Not what the Ministry says you are."

"The Ministry is right, my friend. I can't deny it."

"Yes you can! You're insane! Do you want to know what you are to me?"

"Not particularly!" he barked, knowing he was going to be told anyway.

"I think you're a man! An extraordinary one, at that! You're intelligent, kind, and compassionate, you can make people feel good about themselves without even trying, you're brave, you're everything, don't you get it? That's why I love you!"

"Well I don't love you! Try going after someone young and whole, like Charlie Weasley or even Shacklebolt, anyone but me! I don't love you!" He was lying, but it had to be said. He tried to shove away everything Tonks had said about him. He felt extremely good about that, but he couldn't feel that way. That would just make everything harder. Tonks took a shaky breath.

"Then who do you fancy?" There was silence. Tonks knew she had hit the nail on the head. "I heard you before dinner. You kind of shocked me." Remus looked up at her. He wished he could just make her shut up.

"I told you I'd listen to anything you had to say. If this is it, I don't love you, all right?" Tonks felt anger boiling up inside her, but she didn't know why. He was perfectly calm, yet he hadn't answered her question. He must've been lying somewhere along the line. "Is the reason you don't love me because you have no money, you're older than me, and the fact that you're a werewolf? Those are terrible reasons!"

"It doesn't matter!" he shouted back, "THEY'RE REASONS ALL THE SAME! WHY DON'T YOU GET IT!"

"I GET IT JUST FINE! BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT I CARE ABOUT YOU REMUS! I CARE ABOUT YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD AND NOTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE THAT!"

"THEN STOP CARING!" Remus shouted back at the top of his voice. He even left the trace of a wolf-like growl at the end of his sentence. "I'm an animal, Nymphadora!" he stormed from the room, leaving Tonks standing by her chair. She was shocked, utterly shocked, and her eyes tearing up. She looked at his retreating back. She couldn't help herself.

"Tonks," she said under her breath. "Call me Tonks." She stood by the chair, not sure if she wanted to cry or not. She took a shaky breath and sat down in the chair she had been gripping as though her life depended on it, waiting for tears to come.

A/N: I love writing about them fight! It's so fun! Okay, so I am a little evil and twisted, but whatever.

And in case you were wondering, Remus's inner voice is me making secret appearances and telling him my input. But that's a secret.