A/N: Jo's, not mine.
With a small smile on her face, Tonks sent a message to Remus, asking him to come once again. The past few weeks had involved several final arguments between them, but she had finally convinced him that she didn't care that he wasn't "whole;" she didn't care that she would be disliked by much of the Wizarding World if they were together. He had finally relented, allowing her to display how much she loved him without objection. In turn, he finally began displaying his feelings to her—and from his actions, she knew that he had felt the same way about her for longer than he had let on—he had been repressing his love for Merlin knew how long to save her from himself.
Since then they had been speaking more than ever before; it was normal for him to be at her home almost as much as he was at his own, and for her to be at his home the same amount of time. She was no longer having problems with changing her appearance—her love was no longer unrequited. She could finally speak to him without having to hide all her emotions, and he could do the same.
She heard the key click in the distant doorway, allowing him entrance into her home. As he entered the living room, she saw him tuck something into his pocket, but she disregarded this almost instantly—it was surely something of little importance.
She smiled as he crossed the room, sitting next to her, not smiling, but obviously very happy.
"Hi Dora,"
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her grin never flickering. "Hey Remus…You hear the plan for Harry?"
He nodded. Of course he had heard the plan. Most of the remaining Order members had—the death toll was getting larger and there just weren't as many of them as there used to be. "You're coming too, correct?"
"Yeah…but I don't know if I like the plan. I don't want anything to happen to anyone. And as much as I trust Moody, it just sounds like a death trap to me. What if Voldemort finds out when we're moving him? The death eaters will definitely ambush us if they have the chance. I don't know…I just don't anything to happen to anyone," she gave a small sigh. She liked excitement and adventure, but these days, excitement and adventure usually meant the death of a loved one. She didn't want to lose anyone else, especially Remus. She loved the Order members dearly—they were her best friends, and each time one died it was as if a small piece of her had died with them. But she had been friends with Remus since they were children, and now that they finally had something more than friendship, she didn't want him to go.
He gave another grim nod, acknowledging his matching feelings. "Moody's smart. He won't let them know when we're moving Harry."
"I know, it's just…what if he somehow finds out? I don't want…" she trailed off, thinking about how it would feel to lose any of the other members.
His eyes narrowed in thought for a second, before he took his cue from her silence, "I can promise you, at least, that you will never lose me."
A crease appeared between her eyebrows, confused by his train of thought. "What?"
"Do you want to keep me around?"
She gave a small smile, still confused, but at least able to answer the question. "Of course I want to keep you around. All that time would be wasted if I didn't."
A shy smile flitted across his features, a reflection of those that had shown themselves in happier times, years before. "Do you want to make sure it stays that way?"
She knew what he was doing now, bringing out his inner Marauder. She still wasn't completely sure how this conversation started, why they were no longer speaking of the Order, but she was intrigued. Grinning, she answered, "Of course I do."
There she is. Looking at her intently, measuring her reaction to everything he did, he slipped off the couch, supporting himself on one knee in front of her. She watched, her eyes and face showing unbelievable happiness, realizing what he was about to do.
"Nymphadora Tonks," at the use of her full name, a choked laugh escaped her. Of course he would use her full name. Though she would have normally rolled her eyes at him, her eyes never left his. "will you marry me?"
Almost immediately, she was off the couch and in his arms, her lips pressed to his.
"Of course," she answered as they broke apart. "I love you."
And for the first time since his seventh year, the first time he was ever sure that he was speaking truth, he answered "I love you too."
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Less than a month later, they entered a small Church with only themselves and a few close family members to witness the bond about to be created. The wedding was to be small, but the feelings were as true as any. Tonks, especially, was ecstatic. She was wearing a simple white dress, beautiful, but simple. Her hair was in an elegant updo for the occasion, chocolate brown instead of her normal neon. Remus looked mainly unaltered, other than the tuxedo he was wearing replacing the usual shabby-looking robes. Full moon had been about a week earlier, so at this point, he looked only a little pale—only a hint of sickness remained.
Their wedding featured none of the glamour that was normal—it was them and only them. Even their few family members didn't seem to be there; though the ceremony was simple, only Remus and Tonks mattered. Everything else floated into oblivion.
About ten minutes before the ceremony, Tonks' mind was racing. Her wedding was finally here—she didn't care about glamour; she loved the simple nature of the ceremony. As she waited for the time when they would begin, she began going through every moment that they had spent together, from the time they first met to the moment he had finally relented, and every moment since then—the several unofficial dates they had been on, and his proposal. They had never truly dated. But then again, they had been best friends since they were at Hogwarts. And she thought about how since she had been fourteen, she had never allowed herself to love another. He was hers from the beginning.
Though he had a weary look about him, one that seemed to be permanent, he was just as happy as Tonks was, knowing that he could never have chosen another—if he had a choice between Dora or anyone else in the world, she would be the one he chose. Her jokes and fun-loving nature helped both balance out his seriousness and coax out his inner Marauder. It was easy for him to be constantly serious due to the war, but she helped him relax. As he too waited, he was also, in a way, reliving their relationship. However, he only thought about the day in the Shrieking Shack when all this had truly began, the first time he had seen her since graduation, Sirius' death, Dumbledore's death, and his proposal.
They were both as ready for this day as they could be, and even though they were in the middle of a war, even though they had difficult missions ahead of them, they were about as happy as they could possibly be.
Both wiped all emotions from their mind, only allowing their happiness to show on their faces, so that as the wedding finally began, they were ready to say "I do."
A/N: Weeping Angel of Fear, HGromanticsap, and BMWWfreak, thanks for reviewing! I hope you all liked it! I'm not sure when my next chapter will be up, as school has now started, but I'll try to make it soon. Thanks for reading!