Never fall in love with a Werewolf

Chapter Six- His First Smile.

A slight breeze ruffled the leaves on Tonks's trees; a majestic old Chestnut tree, and a young Beech. She was sitting under the Chestnut tree in her old deck chair, lapping up the late July sunshine. She was sipping a cocktail of Firewhisky and pumpkin juice, the pink umbrella tickling her nose. Lying back, she thought of Remus, and how he must be feeling.

Her garden was a garden of pleasure and summer. The delicate buttercups and daisies tickled Tonks's long toes, and the dappled sunshine created a romantic aurora, and that romantic aurora gave Tonks an extra yearning to see Remus. No, you're not going. Her conscience said finally as if there was no more discussion on the matter. You'll make things worse for Remus. Or would it? This could be exactly what he needs, love. All anyone needs is love. Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendid thing, love lifts you up where you belong! Not where Remus is concerned. Not now. Not yet. Wait. No… I can't…

Tonks wasn't someone known to sit in a house all day when someone she loved was probably deep in mourning for her cousin. Restlessness was a family trait, (and fault). She couldn't stay sitting in her overgrown garden in south London, with Remus in north London, all alone and without hope… He needed someone to be with him.

Mrs Marlow of the gardenless flat upstairs was watching Tonks beadily from her grimy kitchen window, and threw her a dirty look before Tonks left the garden. Tonks stuck her tongue out at Mrs Marlow, her inner child escaping. Laughing, and filled with a sudden energy, she threw open her pale pink French doors, and sat herself down on a white dining chair. The garden was not helping with all its' romanticisms, and pure loveliness. She had hoped her dining room, come kooky kitchen would calm her, but it didn't, it only made her worse. Tonks looked around the room, and saw beside a dusty black candelabra, a deep blue vase of lavenders… Like the lavenders she gave Sirius and Remus…Their sweet aroma had now wafted around Tonks's nostrils… Remembered the thankful looks upon Sirius and Remus's faces when she gave them a whole bouquet of lavender…

"Oh Tonks, these smell great." Sirius laughed, smelling them. "The smell of the old bat will be out in no time."

"And thank goodness, I'm almost getting a sense of dread coming here!" Remus chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "Lets smell them Sirius." Sirius handed the lavender to Remus. Remus inhaled the soft scent, then looked up at Tonks, their eyes meeting. "Beautiful." Remus said, still not taking his eyes of Tonks's own eyes.

At the time Tonks was sure he was talking about the lavender, but now that she'd gone over that particular memory she didn't know whether he was talking about her or not. Two days after that Sirius was killed. Funny how things change so quickly - so harshly… Without anytime to say goodbye.

Remus must be wondering how the world is just carrying on, he must be feeling so lost without Sirius…Silent without him…

Tonks knew Remus had to spend time alone, but for how long? He spent twelve years alone last time… She was not going to let that happen again.

Shuddering slightly at the thought of Remus alone, she stood up and pushed in the dining chair. She gazed around the room looking for some sign to tell her whether to visit Remus or not. All she saw was the beads in the hall door jingling a little, almost telling her to go out there, into the sitting room and throw in some Floo Powder… There was no stopping her.

Panting, she knelt down beside the fireplace. Her heart was beating, and she wad wondering if this was the right thing to do after all… However, she was determined, she was just going to let Remus know she was here for him. Tonks threw in the Floo Powder, and shouted "Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place!" The familiar, emerald green flames licked her head, and her head went spinning into a mad frenzy.

Tonks saw Remus straight away. He didn't notice Tonks at all, he was engrossed in a book, looking contemplative and solemn. Tonks thought she'd savour the moment and stare at him, a playful smile lingering on her pink lips. Her knees were killing her so she decided to say something.

"Remus?" Tonks coughed, he sat up straight away and looked around the kitchen to see who called him. He eventually noticed Tonks's head in the fireplace. Smiling, Remus stood up and knelt down in front of the fireplace.

"Hello Tonks."

"Hi Remus! I wasn't disturbing you or anything was I?" Tonks's mouth felt dry, she now wished she hadn't come by Floo Powder. Now she was doing the latter, it was so much harder.

"Oh, not really - just flicking through an old school photo album." Remus muttered, still apparently lost in thought. "My hair was quite long in those days…" Tonks didn't quite know what to say, Remus was still grieving, he was bottling his feelings up, something Tonks advised him against.

"You alright Remus? You look a bit peaky."

"Oh, I'm alright." Remus said finally, as if that was the end of the discussion.

"Well, I just popped into say 'Hi.' I might be round later. Shall I cook us dinner?" There! She said it, she wasn't the best cook in the world, probably one of the worst… But she was sure she could conjure up a simple meal for two,

"Yeah, I'd like that…" Remus smiled. "It'd be nice. Yes…" Tonks nodded satisfactory.

"Good, I'll be there at about… Seven?" Tonks grinned up at him. Remus nodded, now standing up and smiling down at Remus, his finger trailing his lips… Those lips…

"That'd be wonderful." Remus clapped his hands together still smiling at her.

"I'll be off then. My knees don't think much of this Floo Network business!" Tonks pulled her head out of the fireplace. She stood up a tad bit dizzy, but she was grinning like she never grinned before. She was to have dinner with Remus Lupin.

Author's Note - Wow! Oh my god! I've got tears reading your reviews! Really, I do! Oh my god! Thank you all so much! Look, I braved the London sunshine, and updated quickly for you! Review again please! You're really making my summer! Wow! Thanks!