This is a one-shot based on the first time Tonks admits that she likes Remus.

I can be convinced to turn it into a longer story if that is what you want : )

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What a boring set of authors notes. Now lets get to my badly written, awful story (inspired by a conversation that I had at work this morning that went a little like this)

"Don't lie to me Nymphadora,"

Tonks looked frantically around the room of Order members all listening to Severus Snape rattle on about who-cares-what to check that no-one had heard the words Sirius had spoken.

"You're being ridiculous," she hissed at Sirius, glaring at him with a look that could make flowers wilt if they were unfortunate to be under such a gaze, "and DON'T call me Nymphadora."

Sirius snorted softly in amusement as Molly Weasley turned her head towards Tonks and himself, motioning for them to be quiet. He grinned at her and she turned disapprovingly back towards Snape. Satisfied that Molly was no longer hovering - but sure that she was still listening because she wanted to know who Tonks liked as much as he did - he turned to Tonks and smirked.

"I'm not being ridiculous, as you say," he whispered, ignoring the dirty looks Snape was directing his way, "I know that you like someone in the Order."

Tonks was terrified of someone hearing Sirius in the relative silence that was broken only by the lazy, drawling voice of Snape - enough to put even the attentive Hermione Granger to sleep. Looking around the table she was glad to see that so many people actually looked half-asleep, most likely a side-effect of having to listen to Snape drone on about his involvement in the Order, while he made slights about how much more he did than everyone else - about how he risked his life so much more than the others. Yes, yes, We get it. You're a hero, shut up and get on with it.

"I don't!" she whispered back in a menacing hiss, "and I'd thank you to shut up about it." The truth was though, that she actually did like someone in the Order, only she didn't want Sirius to know that. Giving him the knowledge would be like throwing herself to the lions. Insufferable Gryffindors, she thought before recoiling in horror, Oh God, I'm starting to sound like Snape.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at her, before covering his mouth with his hand and pretending to stifle a yawn, keeping an eye on Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye. He was watching the two of them with a rather amused look on his face, his beard twitching upwards occasionally as though he found humour in their conversation.

"We all know about it Nymphie," Sirius informed her, letting the words wash over her, "So you might as well admit it."

Tonks almost gasped in horror as she looked around the table to meet the eyes of Dumbledore, Molly, Kingsley and McGonagall. All of them showed their amusement in the confirmation of their suspicions in one way or another; Dumbledore and his twinkling eyes and twitching beard; McGonagall with her sharp, pointed stare; Molly with her motherly look as she offered a small smile before turning away; and Kingsley, a smirk on his face as he struggled not to laugh at the mortification in her features. Was she really that transparent?

Tonks shrank back into her seat, glad for the first time ever that last night's full moon had made Remus much too tired to attend the meeting tonight. It was him that she liked and no doubt Sirius would tell his best friend anything she admitted, whether he was sworn to secrecy or not. However, it seemed silly to keep up the charade of not liking Remus now that so many people seemed to suspect that she liked an Order member, and by the looks of their pointed gazes, they all knew exactly who. Even Snape seemed to know; it was in the arrogant curl of his lips and the hard, black, glittering eyes. His every word was dripping with venom as he glared at Tonks and Sirius.

The thing was though, was that she was almost a hundred percent sure that Remus didn't like her the same way she liked him. Once or twice she had thought that she could see something different in his eyes when he looked at her, but decided it must be pity or something equally as unendearing. Surely he only saw her as young, naïve and annoying. He probably thought that her short, spiky pink hair, that was ever-changing in colour and style was childish and her taste in clothing annoying. He most likely could never be interested in her in a million years. He was much to good for her.

She wished there was another reason to account for the fact that he always kept her at an arms length; that he refused to let her in closer, even though she had told him that him being a werewolf didn't change anything in their friendship.

She'd actually thought that she'd managed to convey her feelings to him. She wanted no-one else, and while she had never told him, she'd have thought he'd pick it up in her actions - but then, Gryffindors always were about as subtle as a bludger. She had thought that she'd been discreet and subtle, but communicative. Apparently not.

Somehow though, he was different. She knew he could read her like a book; they'd spent far too many evenings in the Grimmauld place library just talking and reading books to not know how to read each other. They'd had too many conversations over cups of tea and hot chocolate; she'd broken way to many mugs and teacups for it not to have become personal. Yes, she could normally read him, but now she was at a loss to be able to tell if he liked her or not.

There were small things; sometimes he'd wait for her to come home before sleeping if she'd been out on a dangerous mission for the Order late at night; sometimes he'd make her tea in the mornings, always seeming to know just when she would trudge down the stairs and just how she liked her tea to be made; she could sometimes detect something softer and yet more intense in his features when he thought she didn't know he was looking at her; and sometimes he just let down the barriers and just laughed with her.

Then there was the fact that every single time she tripped over the damned trolls-leg umbrella stand in the front hall, he was somehow always there to help her back up. While he teased her about her clumsiness, he drew a line between teasing and insulting- a boundary that Sirius apparently knew absolutely nothing of.

"I admit nothing," she whispered, raising her chin in defiance, "and you cannot make me."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, "I know who he is," he informed her smugly, "and I know he likes you too."

Her heart gave a leap at the thought that Remus might like her back, and Sirius, being his best friend was in the position to know whether he did or not. Then she pushed away the feelings because Sirius was known for winding people, especially her, up on purpose. He may have been put in to Gryffindor, but he had all the cunning of a Slytherin.

When she didn't reply to him he spoke again in a low voice, "Let's go through what you look for in a companion."

She rolled her eyes, and tilted her head towards Snape, trying to make it seem as though she was paying attention to him.

"You like a man who reads books…" Sirius whispered in her ear.

She didn't reply. Focus on Snape, Focus on Snape, Focus on…

"He's older than you…"

That could be almost anyone in the damned Order. She remained unmoved in her silence.

"He's kind… and caring…"

That doesn't even begin to describe Remus, she thought, distracting herself with a long poetic description of Remus in her head. Sirius was still talking but Tonks wasn't listening. Until…

"…and of course he has a phoenix named Fawkes and isn't afraid to get in touch with his feminine side…"

Sirius glanced towards Dumbledore and Tonks' eyes followed his gaze, only to have her eyes meet Dumbledore's, twinkling from behind half moon spectacles, the pink tie he was wearing today mashing terribly with his purple robes, dusted with silver sparkles.

Dumbledore grinned at her in amusement and she burst out laughing at once; a high-pitched, amused sound. Snape stopped talking, glaring in her direction.

"Apparently," he drawled, his voice hard and laced with malice, "some of us have nothing else to do with our time but to gossip and be immature."

Tonks rolled her eyes and kicked Sirius under the table as she felt him shift angrily in his seat.

"He's not worth it," Tonks said, "Oh, and it's not Dumbledore."

Sirius smirked, alternating between being amused and glaring at Snape, "I never thought that it was. Its-"

Tonks grimaced at him, "Shut up or I'll hex you Sirius," she said, cutting him off before he could blurt it out.

"-Moony." Sirius laughed, "We all know it's Moony."

There was the sound of a sigh from the doorway and Tonks looked in the direction of the door to see Remus standing there, leaning against the frame.

"What'd I do this time?" he asked, and as he did, Sirius smirked, nudging Tonks with his foot under the table earning him a well-deserved glare.

So that's it.

It's a one-shot, my first one I think, but I can be persuaded to turn it into a full story, depending on reviews. I already have another Remus/Tonks story called 'The Greatest Love' but I can do both. This one in time would become more humorous and lighthearted and I might possibly turn it into a bunch of different scenes in order that I think would define Remus and Tonks' relationship.

You all let me know what you think first and then I'll see what I do with it!

Hope you like it.

In the name of Salazar Slytherin's smelliest, slimiest serpent please please review!

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