I really love it when the muse hits me in the face when I'm trying to finish homework. I really do.
Disclaimer: Don't own Remus or Tonks. If I did, they'd still be alive.
When she hexed him for calling her Nymphadora,
He loved her
When she tripped over the umbrella stand, and into his arms,
He loved her.
When he staggered into the kitchen after a full moon, and she gave him strength,
He loved her.
When she giggled at a drunken Sirius's bawdy Christmas carols, making up some of her own,
He loved her.
When her trademark pink hair was replaced by brown as she grieved,
He loved her.
When she hexed him, again, for not following his heart,
He loved her.
When he took in her perfect body, aglow in a soft puddle of moonlight,
He loved her.
When she squeezed his hand tightly, and shrieked with pain as their child was born,
He loved her.
When he saw her asleep with Teddy nestled in her arms, a tiny, satisfied smile on her lips,
He loved her.
When he saw her scared face as he kissed her goodbye, perhaps forever, as he left for the battle at Hogwarts,
He loved her.
When he saw her not even an hour later, a deadly gleam in her eyes as she ran and sent Death Eaters flying,
He loved her.
When he saw her grief-stricken face as the deadly beam of green light raced towards him.
He loved her.
When he saw her running at him in the soft golden glow of death, arms wide open,
He loved her.
*sigh* My favorite couple. The tragic Remus and Tonks.
~Frogs