To Tell or to Not to Tell, That Is the Question

By BlueUltraViolet

N. Tonks’ POV

To tell or to not to tell, that is the question. It has been bugging my all day and night. I barely got any sleep because of it. I mean, look at the poor man! So what he’s a werewolf, or that he’s 37, or even how poor and shabby he is! He’s still Remus Lupin. ‘Oh there he is’ I thought. He was not surprisingly, speaking to Harry. I started to stare. Yes, I know it’s very rude, but I cannot help myself. It felt like I was a teenager again. Molly was making dinner, Ron was getting yelled at by Hermione, and the rest of the Weasly’s were upstairs. Nobody would notice. What did I see in Remus anyways? I mean he’s handsome and everything, but that doesn’t mean I was in love with him. God, I felt like a slutty teenager who only cared about a man about his looks. He was best friends with Sirius!

Anyways, the – what is it called now? Hmm…Ah! The “true feelings” sentence was harder than I ever expected. I mean, what if he rejected me? I’d be devastated. I’ve only fancied one person, and we were still at Hogwarts! That was what I was afraid of, rejection from Remus Lupin, in which I probably will be. It would most likely destroy our friendship. I mean, who in the right mind would fall for me? I am clumsy, I could change my appearance, and my name, gosh, “Nymphadora”. Oh yeah, I don’t find myself quite appealing either. But if he said yes, I’ll be happy! My hair would be pinker then usually…or yellow. Yuck, I can’t imagine how I’d look with yellow hair.

Oh rubbish, I’ve been nailed. Remus caught me staring and smiled. And I did what any love struck person would do. Smile, blush, and turn away. That was the third time that happened today. First was this morning at breakfast. Second was when we were outside, when Harry and them were throwing snowballs at each other. And this was the third. I’m he might have found out…but as most intelligent men are, so clueless. He stopped talking to Harry and started to walk towards me. “Oh God” I muttered under my breath. I refused to make eye contact to him as he came closer. But when he sat in front of me, I did. “Like what you see Nymphadora?” he asked. I glared at him. “Ok then Tonks. I still don’t see why you don’t like your name”

“When I was capable of talking, I couldn’t pronounce it, and when I was capable of writing, I couldn’t spell it” I murmured, but I suppose he heard me with his keen sense of hearing. He smiled, and I looked back up to smile back at him. I wanted him so bad. I felt like I could just pull him into a kiss right now, if Harry and Molly weren’t in the room. I looked to Harry. He was playing around with a pencil, perhaps doing nothing with it. When he heard his name being called, his eyes darted to the stair case and he ran up it. Now all we need to get rid of was Molly, but she was never going to go because of her cooking. ‘Might as well bring this outside’ “Remus? Can I speak with you…outside?”

“Um, sure Tonks” We both got up, out on a scarf and jacket and went outside. But before we were even out side the door, I tripped on the umbrella rack and fell, "accidently". "Luckily", Remus was there to catch me before I fell. Oh, how I loved to be in his arms when he got me. I could tell Molly was grinning.

Yes, this was it. The answer to my question was finally here.

A/N: Don’t you worry my fellow readers, there will be a sequel…well, most likely to be a sequel.