Faults

Nymphadora Tonks sat at her small kitchen table, a cup of hot tea in front of her. She watched the steam rise, not even wanting the tea. Her thoughts were else where. So much had happened. Sirius had been killed, the war had begun, and now the world (well, wizarding one that is) knew about it. Sirius dying had been a big blow for Tonks, the biggest one of them all. She had been dueling his killer, but she (Bella) had gotten away. She pulled the cup of tea closer, letting the steam lick her face. She starred at her reflection, and let out a sigh. She had mousy brown hair, her natural hair color. She had been having trouble metamorphosing since she had been so depressed. It wasn't just because of Sirius's death, but because Remus's last best friend had died. She couldn't help her feelings for him. She had been attracted to him ever since the met. When she saw the tears run down his face for his old friend, she felt like her heart had been ripped in two. It had killed her to see him cry. She had comforted him all she could, but in the end, he had comforted her. She had felt so guilty the way their meeting had turned out. He had been sympathizing and empathizing with her, and she went out and blurted that she loved him. Sirius had always said that Tonks would be perfect for Lupin. He needed someone who he could sympathize, and she needed a good rant once in a while. He would rather comfort that be comforted. Sirius had told her that he was so sick of people feeling sorry for him.

Sirius

Tonks' throat tightened at the thought of her dead cousin. Why did life have to be so cruel? It had been all her fault that he was dead. Her fault that Harry would have to live with the muggles. Her fault that Remus didn't have anymore old friends. She could have killed Lestrange, but she didn't. A knock at the door broke her out of her revere. Shaking her head, as if to shake out the thoughts, she set down her tea and trudged to the door. To her surprise, (a very sexy) Remus Lupin, clad in thinning hair and shabby robes, stood at her doorstep.

"Hello, Tonks."

"Watcher, come on in," she said gloomily. He gave her an empathetic look, and walked into Tonks' small flat. She shut and bolted the door with a flick of her wand.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, sitting back at her table, "Tea?"

"Thanks, no," Remus said, "Oh, just came for a visit."

"Oh……"

"I can leave if you want to be alone."

"No, no, it's all right. I seem to feel a bit better when you're around." Tonks blushed when she realized what she had said, and continued to stare into her tea. In reality, however, she did seem better. Whatever had been squeezing at her hear had loosened it's grip just a little.

"Tonks…. I know where this is heading. We have already discussed this," Remus said with a great sadness in his voice.

"I know," Tonks voice sounded hallow. She didn't want to believe what he had told her though. She had told Remus that three word phrase that would make some people blush, or cry, or (to the overwhelmed) faint. She really did still love her, but when she heard those words, it should have broken her heart. The problem was that her heart was so broken, that it couldn't be broken anymore.

"Tonks, don't look like that," Remus sighed, taking her hand. She snapped out of her trance. When I say snapped, I am being quite serious. Literally snapped.

"Remus! All you give is excuses! I love you and I wasn't you to love me! When I finally realize that you don't, you come here holding my hand and telling me not to look like this" her hands swept in front of her face and hair, " this! The sad look on my face is there because you put it there! You strike me down, come back, and strike me down again!" She got up and began to storm around the kitchen. " I don't even know how you feel!" she placed her hands on the counter, and spun around with a glare, "How do you feel, Remus Lupin? Hmm? Tell me that one thing!" She turned back around to face the sink, tears streaming. How could he do this to her. She heard his chair move, and he getting up. She assumed he was leaving. That is assumed. You know what people do when they assume? They make an ass out of you and me (I am so sorry with the cliché, but it was just begging to get in here!) The next thin Nymphadora Tonks knew, she was being spun around, and snogged senseless by the man that she loved an wanted so desperately. Remus broke away, sadness in his eyes.

"That's how I feel about you Nymphadora Tonks, but we can never be." And with that, he walked out of the door, closing it with a click behind him.