SeverusTonks for Lady Helvetica.
He catches her eye but then decidedly looks away with an air of indifference. Calm and collected as always. And smug. Let's not forget smug.
Tonks realizes she hasn't been listening to Dumbledore at all and when she turns to focus her attention, she sees a knowing glint in his eye. A Metamorphmagus should not be so transparent. She feels her cheeks redden and slumps in her chair.
Before she knows it the meeting is over and the Order members are filing out of the room, leaving her alone with Severus. They both move to leave and they do a familiar dance in the narrow hall. It's almost as if they've rehearsed. Almost as if he means to trap her against the wall.
Perhaps that's why she likes him. He's methodical, and patient, and a little dangerous. He leans down, and his black eyes bore into hers. She expects him to- wants him to touch her, but he restrains himself and pulls away. He nods his head in farewell. "Nymphadora."
She's left still leaning against the wall, breathless. Her name lingers in the air, and she thinks it doesn't sound so bad when he says it.