A/N: Yey Chapter 3! Gotta 3 the twins. xDDD Read & Review, Pleaaaaaaase!!!

Remus Lupin nervously paced back and forth in the hall outside of the Parlor. His face, worn, tired and pale, held the air of a man about to go onstage and perform a monologue he had been working on for some time to the largest audience of his life. In short, Remus was nervous, and that was that. Of course, he had never had to do something like this; he had never thought he would be doing this, of all things! His fingers slipped into the pockets of his robes, checking to make sure that the square velvet box was still in place. It was right where he had left it.

The Order had just gotten out of another meeting. As usual, Tonks had crashed onto the velvet, moth-eaten couch and was smiling lightly at some joke the twins had just told. Obviously, she hadn't been paying attention to them. Resting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands, the metamorphmagus stared absently at the wall across from her. Her mind whirred dismally, recalling the whole meeting over again. Of course, it hadn't been the meeting itself that had caught her attention; it had been Remus. He had purposefully avoided her gaze, as usual, but today, a small smile of almost triumph had been present. Was he over her? Was she stranded, falling so desperately in love with him and not having those feelings returned? Tonks was so busy with her train of thought, she missed the sound of the door opening and a quiet voice beckoning every one out of the room.

"Could you give Nymphadora and me some time… alone?" Remus asked politely, grabbing two extendable ears from the twins' hands as they passed, causing them to look crestfallen that he had noticed the things. Every one filed out of the room slowly, their eyes suspiciously darting from Tonks to Remus. Kingsley and Arthur continued muttering in the hall, something Remus hurriedly tuned out.

"Tonks," Dora miserably corrected him, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her. She didn't dare look up at him while he spoke, for fear of what she would see there. She didn't want to see the joy that echoed through his voice, one she was sure marked the fact that he was over her. It hurt her too much, even just thinking about it. Running her fingers through her mousy brown hair, Tonks let her chin rest in her hands once more and her eyes carefully inspect the coffee table.

"Tonks…" Remus' voice echoed right in her ear, and, raising her eyes, she found herself face to face with the werewolf. He had crouched down to her level, his liquid grey eyes piercing through her own chocolate ones. That small, triumphant smile was still on his lips and, as she watched with a careful fascination, one scarred hand came up to softly caress her cheek. Burying her face in her hands, she shook her head.

"Don't," Tonks gasped into her own hands, the hot tears starting up and slowly tricking down her cheeks. It hurt; he was teasing her now, showing her something she could never have. Her heart was already broken into too many pieces; she didn't need it broken down into fragmented shards now. Remus, though, seemed confused. His fingers deftly brushed the tears away, gently embracing her soft skin. Those same fingers traced down her jaw line to rest on her chin, and Remus slowly tilted her face up to his.

Taking in a deep, shaking breath, Tonks shook her head. But Remus' lips had already parted, and soft, gentle words were flowing forth. "Dora, I have something I need to say," Tonks' squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would help to block out the words. "I… I've given much consideration to everything you have ever told me, and I… I've decided to throw caution to the wind," He said quietly. "I love you, and I never want to loose you," He told her softly, his hand brushing aside a few stray locks of hair from her face. "I love you, Tonks." Her eyes flooded with the tears as she slowly opened them.

"Where's the but?" She asked him quietly, her voice echoing with pain and misery. She knew it was coming; the werewolf had had too many excuses these past few weeks. Maybe he didn't realize how madly in love she was with him, but it didn't change anything. Instead, she just sat there, waiting for Remus to tack on a quick explanation as to why they couldn't be together. Instead, though, Remus' face flooded with confusion.

"The but?" He asked, his weathered features creased with confusion.

"You know," Tonks stated, starting to harden up a bit. She realized how vulnerable she had been there. Putting her feelings behind lock and key, the metamorphmagus looked up longingly at Remus. The love she felt flooded through her veins, causing her head to pound lightly. "The but that leads to the—" Tonks was cut off, not by sharp, reprimanding words, but instead by the soft, tender caress of Lupin's lips upon her own. At first she was startled, but daren't pull back. Instead, Tonks put aside everything, feeling only the sheer love that ran through her veins. She pushed aside all of Remus' stupid excuses, his reasonings, his silly logic. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body against his.

The funny thing was that Remus didn't stop her. Instead he seemed to hold on to the connection like one last thread of hope before finally breaking apart, his lips tweaked up in that innocent, victorious smile. "See?" He murmured, his fingers intertwined in her hair, which was now short, spiky and bubble gum pink. "I really do love you…" Moony whispered into Tonks' ear as she rested her forehead on his broad shoulder. She seemed to be shaking slightly, though from what, he was unsure. "I don't ever want to loose you," Remus pressed on, his fingers absently weaving through her hair. "I want to be with you for forever, to spend every moment by your side… to wake up where you are," he said weakly. Lupin could feel the shoulder of his button up shirt soaked with the salty tears leaking from her eyes. Laughing gently, he pried Tonks off of his shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asked, worry now tracing his face.

Tonks was half laughing half crying. Excitement coursed through her veins, causing her to bubble over. He loved her. It was as simple as that. She didn't need to hear anything else, save those three simple words. Her heart was pounding and her eyes leaking from sheer joy. It was not like Tonks to be so completely and utterly emotional, but it felt nice to have a shoulder to cry on. And it was hers, for ever. Remus was never going to escape her grasp, now that she had him. Her arms immediately wrapped around Remus' torso, and he returned the gesture, burying his face in her hair. For a few minutes, the two sat there, embracing, until finally, it was Remus, once again, he broke the hold. He was smiling lightly, and the look he was giving her was simply glorious. Wiping the tears away once more, Remus fumbled in his pocket.

Finally, the werewolf found what he was looking for. A worn velvet box was pulled forth, and, with slightly shaking fingers, Remus pried it open. "Nymphadora Tonks—" Dora scoffed at the use of her first name. Her eyes were fixed only on Remus' face, for she hardly cared about the ring. It was just a symbol, anyways, one that she really didn't find necessary. Besides, it wasn't a stunning thing. Instead it was a small gold band, one that had one small diamond encrusted in it, the best Remus' money could buy. But now that she knew what was coming, the tears welled again. "Will you marry me?" Those four words sounded glorious to Tonks' ears. She couldn't speak, she was too strung up. Instead, she just nodded, something that caused Remus to laugh heartily. Embracing his new fiancé close, Remus once more planted a tender kiss upon her lips, which pulled up into a glorious smile.

Finally, Tonks found her voice. Her heart felt ready to burst, and she couldn't stop smiling. "I… I thought you were going to tell me you were over me," She said weakly. "Then to have you come in here and propose, of all things!" She laughed and socked Remus on the shoulder. He flinched slightly, but stood, offering Tonks a hand up as well. Both had sunken onto the floor, and a ruckus was starting up outside of the small parlor.

"Funny," Lupin murmured, his arms still wrapped around Tonks, not wanting to let go. She was his forever, and he was not about to let go of her. "I didn't tell any one…" but the fact that Fred and George lived in the same place made any state of privacy impossible. The twins were the first to bust into the room, one carrying a bottle of firewiskey, the other shooting marvelous red and gold sparks from his wand. "Congratulations!" They cheered simultaneously as the firewiskey was opened and a flood of people poured in. Tonks sank down onto the couch, and before she could say a word, she was engulfed by the larger portion of the female population in the house. Fluer, Ginny, Hermione and Mrs. Weasley all rushed over to her side, all trying to shout over each other to be heard. Laughing grandly, Tonks collapsed back onto the sofa, her eyes wandering over to Remus, who was enthusiastically talking to Bill Weasley.

It mightn't have been a grand proposal, but it was surprising. Many women always remembered how their sweetheart had taken them some where special, offered them a glass of champagne with the ring in the bottom. For Tonks, though, Remus couldn't have done it better. So maybe he was a werewolf? She loved him with all of her sheer will, and that was something she would never forget.