This is the first day of a 30 Day OTP Challenge from tumblr. I've picked Tonks and Remus as the couple. This is Day 1: Holding Hands. The content may be a little rough because I'm doing each part in a day.

Enjoy.

(By the way, I do not own the characters. If you want to find the challenge you can find the link to my tumblr on my profile. Thanks).

The way the white flurries juxtaposed against the night sky had been beautiful. Tonks stayed awake with her wand lit, pressing her nose up against the window pane so she could watch the playful progress, spiraling from cloud to pavement. The sight made her feel refreshed, softened and excited all at once. She knew she should go to bed. She had an Order meeting tomorrow. She decided to stay for just a couple more minutes. Her breath fogged up the glass, so she wiped it away with her sleeve and stared some more. The minutes became hours.
The next morning she was punished with bags the like of her great aunt's horrible drooping eyelids. She tried to morph them away, but she only managed to lighten the darkened skin.
"And a dab of make-up probably would've done more or less the same thing," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. Glancing in the mirror on the way out, she saw her hair flop and becoming a limp black. Ugh. Outside the wind wrapped a permeating chill around her.
Additionally, it must have rained some time after she felt asleep, because the snow on the ground had turned icy slick. She fell down several times on the way to 12 Grimmauld Place. Yet again, her knees would be covered in bruises.
What's worse, she ran into Remus. Literally. Normally she would've been extremely pleased to land in his arms (like blushing school-girl pleased), but recently she was confused about where the two of them stood. She was certain he knew about her feelings, she reckoned it was obvious to everyone in the order….and sometimes she thought he might feel the same way. At other moments she was sure he thought she was nuisance and she wanted to morph into a child and hide behind the couch.
Right now however, he was smiling widely at her. One arm looped around her shoulders while the other hand rested on her lower back. She was tilted at an awkward angle, like they had been dancing and he was dipping her romantically. She flushed, and quickly morphed it away. She thought he must have seen though, because his grin widened, and his cheeks, tinged pink from the cold, darkened to red.
"Hello Nymphadora, fancy running into you here," he said teasingly. She didn't know why no one ever noticed his mischievousness at school. From the stories Sirius told her, he was behind more than half of their schemes…
"Don't call me Nymphadora!" She chided, punching him on the arm. The force of her movements caused her to slid further towards the ground. Remus held her closer. She cleared her throat. "Well anyway, thanks, but you can set me right side up now and I'll just be on my way."
"We'll be on our way you mean?" He asked, his eyes sparkling. Even on her best metamorphmagus day, Tonks could never get her eyes to shine that brightly. Perhaps it was something special only he could do.
"Oh, all right then," she agreed, trying to act frustrated as she stood wobbly on the ice. In fact her heart was thumping ecstatically for the chance to walk at his side. Though she was almost disappointed that he'd let go of her. Remus looked at her thoughtfully. Then he held out his hand.
"I don't mind catching you again," he said. "As I'm sure I'll need to in the future." She aimed her fiercest glare at him (mimicking Snape's usual expression). It was all good fun. He was right after all. Not that she minded. He laughed. "But we'll make it more safely to Grimmauld Place if you aren't skidding around the ice like a penguin." She took his hand.
"I'll have you know I'd make a fine penguin," she told him.
"…I'm sure you would Nymph—ah Tonks."
"Some of my friends and family call me Dora," she offered shyly.
"Dora," he tried it out. It sounded nice coming from his lips. His voice was somehow both firm and gentle. His touch was similar, steadying her strongly as they moved across a particularly slippery patch. His hand was warm and rough, even through her pink fingerless glove.
"You could use a pair of gloves. You'll freeze in this weather," she commented.
"I had a pair, but Sirius pulled on a thread and unraveled the whole thing." Remus rolled his eyes. Then he smiled, glancing at their intertwined fingers. "And anyway, I'm quite warm at the moment."
Tonks' hair stood on end, becoming her favorite bubblegum pink. She resolved to knit him a pair of gloves for Christmas, even though she was horrible at that sort of thing. They wouldn't be pretty, but at least his hands might always feel as warm as she did now.

~fin~ Next up will be cuddling.