Tonks/Lupin
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"Ted's asleep," states Tonks as she stares at her husband lying on the bed, "and that leaves the rest of the night for us," she says, resting her body against the door frame of the bedroom. Remus' eyes wonder over the book he is reading.
"Is that so? And what did you have in mind?" he asks, pretending to be oblivious of her intentions.
"You know very well. But, never mind that. Let's focus on what you might have in mind."
"Pardon me?" He says, this time looking interested.
"Yeah, like…a redhead maybe?" She asks shaking her head softly, and a long wave of red hair grows over her head. Remus laughs throwing the book to a side, leaving his attention just for her.
"No?" She asks smirking. "Maybe a blue eyed blond?" She shakes her head again and her red hair turns into a light shade of blond. With a simple blink her eyes go from light brown to crystal blue. Remus holds his smile but shakes his head again, disapproving her behaviour.
"You are out of your senses," he says. Tonks stops to think for a moment.
"Alright…a burnet, maybe?" Her hair is short now, and very black.
"Tempting," says Remus, but he shows that he is still not convinced.
"You are one man hard to please. Will you go for a blue hair, maybe?" She asks, turning her black hair into a bright shade of blue. This last action makes Remus laugh out loud.
"You look like a popsicle," he mocks.
"Well Remus, I'm sort of running out of ideas," she says impatiently, showing herself to be a little frustrated.
"How about Dora?" He suggests with nature.
"Dora?" She asks, raising her eyebrow.
"Yes."
"You mean Tonks?" she corrects. Showing that she still refuses to be called by her first name.
"Whatever works for you."
"Just...Tonks?" She still does not get it.
"Just Tonks," he says secure. "I kind of like her," he finishes with a little smirk.
She smiles shyly, and loses her smirk after seeing his. She loses her security as well, because things like these always make her knees tremble. Remus has a way to intimidate her that she cannot really explain. What is worse is his awareness to the fact, for he knows just what to say to shy her up.
"Your call," she finally says. She shakes her head again and her eyes and hair return to their most frequent colours: brown and pink. The same colours she was wearing when he met her. She walks slowly to the bed, resenting the way he just outsmarted her, but loving it at the same time. She does not have much time to think, though, for he pulls her towards him faster than she had expected.
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A/N: I can't stop finding this depressing, because I love this couple and hate the fact that they died shortly after this. Anyway, please leave your comments to this new small moment. Thanks!!