A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far! I'm so excited that they're canon now!
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"Remus, get me out of here." The belligerent order greeted him as he entered Tonks' room.
"You know I can't do that." He replied calmly.
"I'm going mad in here." Her lower lip poked out.
She was so cute when she pouted.
Her hair was once again her customary shade of pink, and the bandages and splint were gone. "You're feeling better, then?"
"Bored out of me skull." She announced.
"Perhaps I should leave?" He offered, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Don't you dare." She glared at him.
Chuckling, he took his usual seat beside her bed. "I brought you something."
She brightened. "Ooh. Gimme!"
He reached into his robes and pulled out a flat parcel. "I saw this and thought of you."
She snatched the package from him and tore into it. Then she made a face at him. "A book. I should have known."
Flipping the book over she read the title out loud. "Magical Accidents and How to Prevent Them."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Funny."
He shrugged. "Like I said, I saw it and thought of you." Thought of her and then told himself not to. But it was like telling the sun not to shine.
"So you gonna bust me out of here, or what?"
"Nymphadora..."
"Tonks." She interrupted.
"Tonks," he began again, "I'm sure that they'll release you soon."
"Not soon enough." She grumbled. "If another one of those mediwitches pokes me with her wand, she's gonna lose her hand."
He laughed aloud. She must be feeling better. "I'm not sure that'd convince them to let you out."
At his laughter Tonks smiled. He should really laugh more. He looked younger when he smiled. Not that he was old, but always being so serious added years to his face. She'd always thought he was handsome...
She blinked. Not good. Not good at all, Tonks. Shouldn't think of Remus like that.
"You have the oddest expression." Remus told her.
He's your friend, Tonks! Don't be daft.
She blushed.
"Tonks?" He looked concerned. "Are you alright?"
To distract him, she screwed up her face and turned her hair a violent shade of green.
He considered it, then shook his head. "I think I prefer it pink."
"Really?"
He nodded. "Really."
She beamed at him.
It was exactly like telling the sun not to shine.