A/N: This is the last of the "Tonks' bedroom" chapters,I have realised that I've done many of them.

Having told Remus Tonks' little secret (and gotten away with it rather mildly), Harry continued to share the news, whether he was allowed to or not. Naturally, he had told Ron and Ginny straight away. Ginny was thrilled, Ron…less so. Of course, Ron then had to tell his mother, who was also less than please but still managed to spread the news like wildfire, even to those who did not have a clue who Remus and Nymphadora were.

When Kingsley Shacklebolt had arrived at Tonks' door again, this time with Mad-Eye Moody to offer their congratulations, Tonks decided to hunt Harry down and give him a chiding. Having realised that he had crossed a line, Harry had then spent every free moment of the following week chasing Tonks and asking her for forgiveness.

And so on a mild Thursday evening, when Tonks heard a dull knocking on her door, she gave a groan of annoyance. Surely not Harry again, she thought as she rose from her seat and crossed the room. Tonks wrenched open the heavy, wooden door.

"Harry, for the last ti–" She stopped abruptly. Stood in front of her was Charlie Weasley. He wore a timid smile and stood almost apologetically as he waited for a response. Tonks considered closing the door and opening it again, just to make sure she had done it right. She decided against it, however, knowing that Charlie would probably not appreciate having a door slammed in his face. She realised that she was still stood agape in the doorway, and so attempted to speak.

"Charlie…" It was a start.

"Can I come in?" he asked and she nodded vacantly, standing aside. As he walked passed her she glanced him over. Had he gotten taller? He seemed different to her and it made her realise how long he had been away. His hair was still trademark red; his eyes still a dark hazel. But to Tonks, Charlie seemed different, as if he had changed completely in the space of a few months. He's still cute though, a tiny voice chirped in the back of her mind. Tonks swallowed hard as she closed the door behind Charlie.

"What are you…" Tonks stuttered, wishing that she wasn't having trouble in finishing her sentences.

"I was just visiting Mum and Dad," he explained, guessing her question. "So I thought I'd pop in and say hi. I know I'd be a bit peeved if I'd heard you had been passing through Romania and not even said hello."

"Charlie –"

"So here I am," he gave a nervous laugh. "And here you are…looking more beautiful than you were when I left. I didn't think that was possible. I don't know how you do this to me."

"Charlie –"

"Please stop saying my name like that." Tonks frowned slightly.

"Like what?"

"Like you pity the fool," he admitted quietly. "I screwed up Dora. We both did. You have no idea how much I think about you. I wonder what it would be like if I hadn't turned around and walked out that door. It would be so different, Dora, it really would."

"I know," Tonks whispered, giving him a sad smile. A part of her wished that he wasn't there in front of her telling her all of this, a tiny part anyway. Another part, she had to admit, was still very much in love with him and it scared her.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come. I just…I wanted to see you. And now I have I want to ask you something."

"Charlie –"

"I know I've been an idiot, but I have to ask. If I don't I'll spend the rest of my life wondering what you would have said…Will you come to Romania to be with me?" Tonks swallowed hard at his question. Her first thought was to shout yes and hold him so tightly that he would have to carry her to Romania, himself. But then she thought of Remus, and the baby, and her eyes fell to the floor.

"I would love to Charlie, I really would, but I can't," she said to the floor.

"Why not?" Charlie didn't really seem crestfallen in Tonks' opinion.

"It's just…I have things going on…it wouldn't be right, I'm sorry."

"All the more reason for you to come with me. You can get away from all of this, Dora. You can be happy, we can be happy."

"Charlie, you don't under–"

"I know about the baby." His sudden words made Tonks' mouth drop. "I know about the baby," he repeated, though she didn't need it.

"How?" she managed to croak.

"You know my mum, she likes to talk." He gave a ghost of a smile, which faded as quickly as it came. "Maybe it was for the best, now you don't have to break the news to me yourself."

Tonks didn't find comfort in these words, and lowered herself slowly to her bed. Charlie joined her. When she didn't speak he gave a nervous laugh.

"What? Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"No, no of course I did. I just…I guess I wasn't prepared for this," she stammered.

"You weren't prepared?" Charlie exclaimed, raising his voice in annoyance and then regretting it. "None of it matters anyway," he said firmly and Tonks frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you see? I still want you to be with you. I still want you to come to Romania with me. We can still make this work, Dora."

"But the baby–"

"We'll raise it together! I would do that for you Dora, I would." Charlie rambled desperately, jumping up from the bed and pacing before Tonks as she listened amazingly to what he was saying.

"What about Rem–"

"Forget Remus!" Charlie said angrily, stopping in his tracks to face her.

"Charlie!" she shouted back, in frustration. "Listen to what you're saying for one minute." Charlie lowered his eyes to the floor and took a deep breath in. When he looked back at her, his eyes were filled with such a heart-breaking need that it almost worried her.

"Does he love you, Dora?" he asked quietly. Tonks just blinked in response. Charlie gave a bitter laugh. "I didn't think so. And yet you choose to stay with him!"

"He does love me, Charlie," Tonks' voice was also barely audible. "Maybe not in the same way you do, but he does. And I need him…now more than ever. Just like this child needs me." She placed her hand over her stomach gently. "And I'm so sorry you have got caught up in this, I really am." He nodded, knowing that she truly meant it. "I…I love you, Charlie."

"I didn't need to hear that," he muttered to the floor.

"Well I'm telling you anyway," she said firmly, rising from her bed and taking his hand. He enveloped her into a passionate embrace, breathing in every bit of her, and hearing her sniff into his chest.

"It's a full moon tonight," he supplied almost casually into the top of her head.

"I know," came the muffled response.

"And you'll be alone tonight when he should be with you." Tonks prised her head off his chest to look at him squarely.

"Charlie, please don't." He pulled her closer once more, rubbing her back gently. They stood like this for what felt like a lifetime, and Tonks wished she didn't have to let go.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she found herself asking without even meaning to. Charlie faltered and Tonks felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment. "I…I don't mean…I just want…will you just stay? Please?" He nodded slightly.

Charlie watched her as she slept, the pale moonlight landing on her from her window. He stroked her natural dark hair, thinking of how the moon would play such a significant part in her life from now on. She will still find it beautiful, he thought. Morning approached, much to Charlie's disappointment. He knew that this would be the last time he ever held Nymphadora Tonks in his arms as she slept, and a part of him knew too that he only had himself to blame. As Tonks woke, Charlie was putting on his dragon-hide jacket. He offered her a sad, almost regretful smile, and leant over to kiss her on the forehead…but he did not speak. He didn't know what to say. As he reached the door, Tonks spoke up.

"Don't tell him about this." Charlie nodded in understanding.

"I won't," he said quietly. "Goodbye Nymphadora." That was all he said, all he could say. He left without a second glance knowing that, in the end, she had done what she had to do.