Long goodbyes, chapter three- Nymphadora Tonks
She sat on the couch, listening to the radio in the background. This was the first time she had been awake later than Remus had in a long time. Of course, the moon was finally beginning to wane.
Gently she looked down at him, brushing the prematurely-graying hair from his eyes. He was very wolfish, she thought. His appearance was shaggy and untamed, part of what she admired about him. And he looked like a dog when he slept: just glad to lay still and rest.
She was so much like him, she thought. So much like Sirius had been. It was no great wonder that they had been friends in school. Sirius… is he why I love him, she wondered?
What would Sirius have wanted, she asked herself? Surely he wouldn't have wanted to stay glum and depressed forever. But he surely didn't want her to forget him, either. Was she doing the right thing?
She stole a look at Remus again, whose head rested in her lap. Yes, of course she was doing the right thing! Sirius had always encouraged her impulsive behavior, because when Tonks had a gut feeling like she had about Remus it was always right. There was the exception of the time that she had decided it was a good idea to plow into an opposing seeker in a Quiddich game in her youth. She had ended up with a broken arm, a head injury that had her unconscious for a day, and a few missing teeth, but they had won the game.
Well, she decided as she looked at Remus' restful face, I've won the game. But the Cup's still waiting to be claimed.