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He hated pink.

He hated it because it was her color.

Every time he caught a glimpse of it, he flinched, even if it wasn't the right shade.

It reminded him of what they could have had, what he could have had.

And now, she stood in front of him, openly defiant against his entreaties, he was too old, too poor, to dangerous…He was a werewolf for Merlin's sake!

Her hair was a mousy brown, and with a start, he realized he missed the pink.

He found himself unable to move as she petrified him and stood over him wand drawn. She yelled at him how she didn't care, she wasn't afraid, she wanted to be with him, and not anyone else.

He saw something else.

Her hair was slowly changing back to her pink in her anger.

He found that he loved it.

He loved her.

A/N: Hello, again. This is what? My third oneshot? Hopefully you guessed that this is a Remus/Tonks, and not something to do with Umbridge. (Ai)

~Nix