Nymphadora Tonks sat down on the cold, lonely balcony of her suburban flat, gazing up at the stars. All the things, floating around in her mind… they all revolved around him.

She wished he thought of her. But, no, of course not. She was the klutz, the one who messed up, the one who made mistakes… the one in love with him.

Late at night, when all the world is sleeping

I stay up and think of you

And I wish on a star,

That somewhere you are thinking of me too

She wasn't real, to him. Well, that's not true. She was just the screw-up in the group, who blundered her way through life haphazardly. She knew better than to expect he liked her, in that way. After all, what had he ever done to show her he had? Hand her a napkin when she dropped something in his presence; pour her a cup of coffee at a meeting? It was what a friend or acquaintance would do. Yet, she kept on loving him.

Wonder if you ever see me

And I wonder if you know I'm there

He didn't care about her, she knew. Yet, for some reason, she still cared immensely for him. People say eyes are the opening into the soul: if he looked in her eyes, would he see what was inside? …Would he even care?

She sighed audibly, hugging her knees closer to her chest, wishing she was holding instead. She didn't dare sleep; he haunted her, day and night, sleeping and awake.

She wished she had more of the Gryffindor spirit everyone always seemed to have until they needed it most. She was now reduced to a being a spineless fool in love, waiting for the moment to come.

I just wanna hold you close

But so far all I have are dreams of you

So I wait for the day

And the courage to say how much I love you

She loved him; this much she was certain of. She sighed, breathing in the cold night air, and stood. With a last, lingering look towards the dark door across the road that she knew led to his bedroom, in his own flat, she turned away, back into the safety of her own.

As she lay down in her bed, preparing to sleep and dream of him, she didn't notice the dark figure of Kingsley Shacklebolt standing in the window of the flat across the road, staring quite still at where she sat not a minute ago.

Dreaming of you tonight

Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be

Than here in my room

I'll be dreaming of you tonight

Endlessly