Name: Because You Love It

Colour: Bubblegum pink

Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks

Summary: Charlie and Tonks watch clouds.

Friendship, Pre-Chardora, Charlie and Tonks are still at Hogwarts.

A/N: Just a pointless Chardora fluff because I felt like it. I remember the time I used to ship Tonks and Charlie only as friends but nowadays I ship them as a couple so hard.

"And that one looks just like my dad."

Tonks points at the large, distantly human-shaped cloud. She lies on her back on the grass, wearing worn out denim overalls and an oversized t-shirt. The OWLs are over and we are allowed to wear whatever we want. I grin. Her left foot is missing a sock. She's not very finicky when it comes to her clothes.

Her family isn't exactly poor but they aren't wealthy either. From what she has told me her mum is a pureblood and her dad is a muggleborn. But due to her maternal family's pureblood elitism her mum was disinherited for marrying her dad or something along those lines. Which is completely ridiculous, if you ask me.

I met Ted Tonks last year at the King's Cross. He's a tall, stout man with broad shoulders and blonde hair. He's nice. Tonks has his smile but other than that I think she looks like her mum. Or not since she's a metamorphmagus after all. I've never met Andy Tonks but I'm sure my parents would be delighted to meet both Ted and Andy.

"Whaat? Old man Tonks looks nothing like that!" I laugh. "No, no, no! That cloud clearly has curves! It's my mum, no kidding!"

"Okay, fine, it's your mum," Tonks snickers. "What about that one?"

I look up at the blue sky and narrow my eyes.

"That's a flamingo for sure."

Tonks starts laughing uncontrollably. "Buahahaha! A flamingo?!" She wipes away a tear. "Oh jeez, this is hilarious! How can you get a flamingo out of that!?"

I make a face. "What do you see then, huh, Tonks?" I tease. Tonks' face turns bright red and she puffs her cheeks childishly.

"…a giraffe. And don't you laugh at me, stupid Charlie!"

"Tell me, Tonks. Why did you choose pink of all colours?"

I lie on my side and lean on my hand and look curiously at Tonks. Her hair is short, spiky, and very unnaturally bright bubblegum pink in colour. It has been her most common hair colour since our third year.

"Jealous much, Charlie?" Tonks asks and sticks out her tongue. Her dark eyes twinkle and she hugs her knees.

"You bet I am," I say very seriously. "I've always wanted even more flagrant hair than I already have. But really, why?"

Tonks looks down at me as if I just asked the most ridiculous question ever before she falls on her back and lolls closer to me. We're practically so close that her nose almost touches mine. She grins widely.

"Because you love it," she teases and ruffles my hair.

I blush but she doesn't notice because she has already sprawled comfortably over my chest. She faces the sky but her eyes are closed and she hums something softly. Tonks doesn't have problem with the intimacy. She barely knows the concept of the personal space. She is brilliant and selfless but as clumsy as a nearsighted troll with a temper of a mother dragon.

"I'm so happy you're my friend, Charlie Weasley," she says.

It's not just the hair I love.

"And I'm happy you're my friend, Nymphadora Tonks."

It's the whole package.

"DON'T CALL ME NYMPHADORA!"

Yup. That's my girl.