Discalimer: Completely pointless. I don't own it, what do you know?
It was the day before the seventh full moon of the year. Two members of the Order of the Phoenix were sitting around the kitchen table; one, the girl, was drinking coffee energetically, as is her nature. The other was a man clad in shabby robes that hung loosely on his gaunt body - too drinking coffee, though much slower than his companion.
"So, Remus, are we going to patrol tomorrow night?"
"Erm - no. Nymphadora, tomorrow night's the full moon." Remus Lupin replied, not looking her straight in the eye. "I'll be upstairs starting tonight until the moon is over."
"Oh yeah, I forgot." Nymphadora, preferably called Tonks, hung her head dejectedly, then shot her pink hair back up again. "Remus, I mean, I didn't forget - well - I mean -"
"Nymphadora, I understand." Lupin said calmly, resting his hand on hers lightly. Tonks looked from their hands, so odd in comparison, to his eyes, which had a look in them that they both shared. For a moment, Remus looked as if he was going to say something, but alas, he didn't. Pulling his hand away and standing up, he cleared his throat. "So, what is new with you?" the man asked. One could say it was a bored tone, but he was merely tired.
"My patronus changed," Tonks answered weakly.
Remus froze.
"What is it now then?"
"A wolf. A werewolf."
"I see."
The sun had begun setting, and Lupin knew it was time to go into seclusion. Bidding ado to his pink-haired friend, the werewolf swept away to the upstairs room Dumbledore had arranged for him.
She slept fitfully that night, and then didn't wake up until Molly called for lunch.
As Tonks hurried downstairs, she leaped, jumping over the wretched troll's leg, but ended up hitting the wall.
"I'm okay!" Tonks called, righting herself as she went into the kitchen.
The plump Mrs. Weasley bustled to her, thrusting a tray of food into the younger girl's hands.
"I need you to take that up to Remus."
As she wordlessly headed up the stairs, a thought popped into her mind. Remus knows that my patronus changed. He also knows that a patronus either reflects upon yourself or the person you love. He knows I love him!
Pushing that aside, Tonks slipped the food through the crude metal bars, sitting in silence as he ate.
"Nymphadora?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you,"
"Anytime,"
"I love you," was then blurted out.
"I love you, too." she replied automatically. She offered her small hand to him through the bars, and he took it, finding her a comfort through troubled times.