She'd been exiting the door to the right when he entered the house and he wondered if the slight movement of the curtains he'd seen had been her cause. She threw her arms gently around him and her lips lightly brushed the side of his face. This had been the first time he'd left for the moon, and he wondered if he would receive this sweet welcome every time hereafter.

"I was not sure if you'd eaten," she said, withdrawing. "But I can-"

"It is quite alright," he said, giving her a faint smile. Looking at the time on the clock that hung to their left he said, "I would very much like to sleep, actually."

"Me too," she smiled, and she linked their arms together as she led him down the hallway. As they entered the room he began to remove his traveling cloak and then he hung it in its proper place in the closet. He heard Tonks close the door behind him and he began to remove his vest as well.

He was on its last button when her hands reached around him and slipped the vest off of his back. He closed his eyes tightly at her touch, wishing she hadn't done that.

Her fingers held onto his back as she spun around him, she was wearing the most magnificent smile. Placing both her hands on each side of his face, she brought him lower so that she could kiss him. He winced all the wile as he felt her sweet lips which were so pure and genuine.

Unbuttoning the first button of his shirt, she kissed the spot that had previously been covered. He stood for a moment as she did this and glared at the ceiling. Finally he pulled her hands into his, placed them together and gave them a gentle kiss before pulling away from her.

He'd turned his back to her and walked to the window, parting its white curtains, he glared at the moon which had now taken a lesser shape than whole. He listened, as well, to the silence of her position, no shuffle of feet or movement of clothes.

"I don't understand," she said, breaking silence's icy cold. "Will I ever see you happy, will I ever see you smile truthfully?"

"Dora," he spoke, the sadness filling his heart because he was hearing her unhappiness for the first time.

"Stop hushing up about it, please!" she said, moving closer to him. "Why must you be so reserved about what you feel?"

"But I think you know how fell."

"Then how can I get you to stop feeling it!" She grabbed the front of his shirt in the exact manner she'd done only a few months ago, the night Dumbledore died, when she'd told him once again that she accepted his difference. His heart pounded.

"I will always feel it Nymphadora!" he said, grabbing her hands as she still held onto his shirt. "It is inside of me, and it has been there all of my life. Even during my school years when I had the most loyal of friends who went out of their way to make me feel normal, I still felt it."

"But why can't you feel it and still love me too," she said, the tears formed in her eyes and there was despair in her voice. "What do I have to do to prove that I love you and I want to live with it too! I don't care about the consequences and I don't believe in your protesting because I know it can be done if you just trust me."

She yanked her hands away from him and backed up against the wall, burying her tears into her pale fingers. He watched her for a few moments and then went up to her, doing his best to pry her fingers away from her face. She eventually let go at his insistent touch and he placed his hands around her face and appreciated how it was a perfect fit.

"I care about you, and I love you."

"Then please believe me when I say the same about you," she said, the tears still falling.

He hushed her with his kisses, ones which she returned gratefully. They stood there for quite some time, with the moonlight from the window resting gently upon their skin as Lupin unbuttoned his shirt. And with more kisses he led her to the bed, where they loved and briefly forgot about the world's problems.