This is my friend's version of this fic. She beta'd for me and I love her for it. Yay, AllyCat! Anyway, she re-wrote it in her own words, and I thought some people might like to compare it to the original. So here you go! Yaaaay, AllyCat!

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Dumbledore was dead. The Marauders were a thing of the past, a piece of history. The Order had crumbled, a lost cause. What else was there to do but exist in a world like that? There were a few carnal pleasures here and there. A little flesh, a little more history. But…Just how is it possible to find comfort in such a bleak, empty world?

"…Oh…G-God, Sirius…A-Ah!"

I cried out in my sleep for him. I tossed, turned, cried, moaned, sobbed and shivered. It was so cold in bed without him…I pretended he was there. I fooled myself into pretending he was there, he was keeping me warm at night. One night, however, I found it truly did become warm again in that bed.

"Moony?"

I heard him whisper softly to me, telling me of his location aided by the soft rustling of his clothing. My quiet panting, among other things, gave my location away to him as well. I could hear his robes rustling a little as he stepped towards me, swishing ever so slightly as they slipped over crumpled sheets, and I could feel them brush against me gently as he lifted a hand to tilt my face to his own smiling one. felt myself shudder as a hand ghosted down my bare chest, leaving my skin tingling even after the precious contact with his skin was over. He always could do that, make my skin crawl in that terribly, wonderfully, excellent way. His warm, moist lips found my cool, dry ones and coaxed them into a dance of soft flesh, wet and heated.

Tongues and lips, teeth and breaths, kisses that were deep and desperate, soft and savoring, hard and light, quick and slow, captivating, fluttered between us; Two dead men with more regrets than we could count not bothering to count any.

His lips trailed down, his eyes flashing as my breath shuddered and got caught in my throat. His fingers gently caressed me, his tongue oh so sinfully teased me. My eyes fluttered shut and quivered, giving the air soft butterfly kisses. My hands reached, groped, clutched, shook, tugged, smoothed, and slid through his long, silky black hair.

My pants grew sudden, my moans deeper, my gasps harsher. My hands found a hold in his hear once more, tugging at the roots as I cried his name. His tongue lapped up every salty drop, even my watery tears, and he kissed me softly, so softly. I only cried harder then, shivering violently as I clung to his solid shoulders, pressing my shaking form against his strong, tanned chest. My frame was wracked with sobs, and I called his name over and over again. I knew this wasn't right, knowing I was a fool…I let him go on.

His heavy body was entangled with mine, his hard flesh thrust deep within me, his sharp panting filling and ghosting over my ear, my neck, my mind. His strong hands stroked and kneaded my desperately aching cock, and my tears flowed down my cheeks warm and unchecked onto the fabric that lay below me. My fists balled into the sheets as I screamed, hating myself, as I came hard with waves of guilty pleasure. I heard him give a low, cooing moan before he cleaned his fingers, felt him pull out and watched him roll onto his back. Those warm, soft, gentle hands pulled me to his chest. He ran those long fingers through my auburn hair softly, and I cried. When I had regained control of my lungs, I heard him in a strange, forced semi-rumbling voice.

"I love y-"I cut him off with a finger, shaking my head slightly.

I couldn't do this anymore. Not to Sirius. Not to Nymphadora. Not to myself. I had to stop this. I somehow managed to push myself from the safety of his warm chest, and as I pulled on unwashed and stiff clothes to cover my sweaty and stained body, I turned to leave.

"…I…I can't do this. I'm sorry. Thank you for trying, you did perfectly. Really…I just can't help but…No. That's enough. I'm sorry." I said bowing my head as I pushed the door open and walked back into the cold loneliness and I turned my back on the one person left who truly loved me.

The man rolled over, the long black tresses shrinking to short, brown locks. Sharp handsome features slid into rounder, softer ones. Those strong solid shoulders, chest, and legs shrunk and rounded out into a soft, feminine frame. Pulling her legs up to her small, but female, chest and wrapping shaking arms around her knees, Nymphadora Tonks swallowed her tears before whispering to the air what she hadn't been allowed to say mere moments before.

"I love you."

She knew all along that he didn't love her. She knew she was being used, she was a substitute for someone else. She knew Remus Lupin could never forget him, Sirius Black. But she wanted desperately to give him someone to hold, even if that someone wasn't her. A little flesh, a little history.

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