She didn't get up. He came and sat down. "Tonks," he began.
"No, save it!" she snapped. "I am sick of your excuses! I am sick of your reasons. I have heard them before and I don't want to hear them again! There is no good reason why we couldn't work and you know that. Yet, you fight it so much!"
Her hair was now orange and curly like flames and her eyes seemed to burn him as they cast a gleam of rage. It was now or never. She had to put a stop to the wonder, the possibilities.
"Either you love me, or you don't!" She said with anger pouring out of her mouth. "Either I am with you, or I am not. You cant have one with another. You cant mix and match feelings!"
Tonks was now shaking with anger, still sitting in the dew-covered grass with him. She looked at him with her still-blazing eyes, waiting for a reply to come.
Lupin listened to her words with pain. It hurt him to see the what he caused her. When she had finished her speech, he tried to remember the words he had chosen to explain his answer, but the only thing that came out was "I love you too."
She kept her stare and looked into his eyes, as if reading his thoughts. Then, she fell into him sideways, and as he steadied her, something happened. Her angry face became warm and inviting. The length of her hair shortened dramatically as it went from wavy curls, to spikes. The color of her hair then slowly changed from fire-like orange, to bubble-gum pink. She closed her eyes, and still leaning against him, drifted off. She had won her battle of love and hate.