She paced for hours, her index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of her nose. He walked up to her and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers, she pulled back, her eyes filled to the brim with salty tears;
"I'm pregnant." She saw his eyes light up with joy and her heart split in two, she didn't want to tell him, but it just had to be done, "It's not yours. I'm ever so sorry. We were drunk." her voice was shaking. But so was he, his hands, his lips. His hand swept through his raven locks and he shook his head, his anger and sorrow evident through his voice;
"Tonks, I suppose? The mudblood's better for you anyway. Should have never let you go to that party, you slut! I can-" That's when her palm connected with his cheek, the slap loud and ringing through the air. She let out one angry sob as she turned away forever.
And he let her go.