Thanks for the reviews guys! Here's the newest, a Tonks/Charlie drabble for MrsAliciaWeasley! If anyone else has certain character requests, tell me, and I'll consider writing one for you.
JamieBell- I'm so glad you liked the drabbles. They're ridiculously fun to write! And thanks for the compliments- I think angst is fun to write. Sometimes. But fluff is fantastic as well.
Dress-Without-Sleeves- Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked these... I want to add a couple more Harry/Ginny and Ron/Hermione ones too.
MrsAliciaWeasley- This one is 'specially for you. Hope you enjoy, and hope I did okay! This is my first time writing this pairing...
Chantal J- Thanks for the kind comments!
Kingmaker- Glad you liked my drabbles D.
Tonks gazes at the sunset, a peaceful image of golden hues. Sometimes, she thinks, sometimes she wishes that she could just turn her hair black and go incognito. She wants to run from this war sometimes, and she freely admits that it is because she is afraid. Only a fool wouldn't be afraid in days like this. There is so much to fear: injury, death, defeat, heartbreak⦠the list goes on forever, but she wills herself to stop thinking about it.
For now, she just needs to concentrate on breathing.
She leaves Order Headquarters without the others knowing, and they would throw a fit if they knew she had gone alone. But she needs to get out, away from the sweaty men and grim faces. She needs to get away from the tears and bad news. She just needs to take a walk. Tonks sighs, and her hair, in a choppy chin-length cut, turns silver. She catches her reflection in the window of a passing car and smiles wryly.
It suits her. She has aged in so many ways since this war began.
Cold air brushes past her, and she wishes she had brought a thicker cloak. The sunset is fading now, as all beauty will, and she bites her lower lip at the quickly graying sky. She is afraid, and she feels like a coward because of it.
She hears feet pounding the pavement behind her and stiffens. Someone is running after her. From instinct, she gasps in panic and runs. She has never worked well under pressure, and momentarily forgets that she can apparate.
"Tonks!" The masculine voice calls out to her.
She stops, heart still fluttering in her chest, and leans against the nearest building. The bricks are faded and crumbling, but they support her as she breathes heavily. "Charlie," she says, and turns to look at the young man standing before her, out of breath from running.
"You gave us quite a scare," he replies angrily, eyes hard in a way that makes her lower her eyes in shame. "You know better than to just leave like that. I don't need to tell you what kind of trouble you could get in, Tonks."
"I know," she whispers, and for a moment she feels so small, like a little girl being scolded by someone she cares about so much.
"Oh, Tonks," he says, and she can hear the hardness crumbling, and this gentleness and care is so much more heartbreaking. "Oh Tonks, you gave me quite a scare." He moves towards her.
She stumbles towards him and throws her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his. And she tries not to think about the fact that they're going to war tomorrow and every day until this is over, and that they may die any day.
As he lowers his lips towards hers, she closes her eyes wearily.
For now, she just needs to concentrate on breathing.
