Lesson numero uno, compadres: Never fall in love with the good guys. Because chances are, that 'good guy' is going to be a big ball of brooding and martyrdom. Yes, the whole suffering hero thing is very attractive. At first. But then you realize that he's decided to save the world all by his lonesome little self and you've gone and fallen in love with someone who is trying to 'protect' you.

Ha.

He was just standing there, looking at me with his gorgeous, soulful eyes. I had to shake myself to stop staring, fascinated, at the way his mouth turns down just a little in the corner when he's trying to be stern. Suddenly I got blindsided by the 'for your own good' speech.

"Nymphandora," he said softly. I cringed a bit at my full name, but decide that tearful confessions of love aren't the best time to correct him. Again. "I...I don't know what to say."

Foolishly I thought he was overcome with emotion. So I smiled gently and laid my hand on his cheek. Under my fingers I could feel his scars. I was shocked, to say the least, when he jerked back from my touch.

He tried to return my smile, but his eyes were filled with some shadowed emotion. "I can't."

My hair had been a lovely shade of gold, cascading down my back in soft curls. The perfect romantic hairdo. I could feel it shrivel up into friz under Remus' apologetic gaze. "W-what?" I stuttered. "Can't what?"

"I can't let you do this," he said. Funny how manly he could make rejection sound. As if he was heroically whisking me off on a broomstick out of the grip of a bloody dragon. "It's not right. You're young and lovely and I can't give you what you deserve."

My brain function slowed down to a numbing haze. I'm sure my mouth was gaping. This was most definitely not how I'd pictured my declaration of love going.

Remus Lupin reached his hand out, his knuckles almost grazing my cheek. Then, with a heavy sigh, he pulled back and turned away. "I'm sorry, Tonks," he whispered.

My eyes were brimming with tears I refused to shed over an idiot with a hero-complex. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to reply. I heard the door shut and I was alone. Again.


Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling. So does the pairing. I belong to the fangirl squeeing at the thought of Tonks/Remus. The story belongs to my plot bunny, Hubert, except for the first line ("Lesson numero uno, compadres: Never fall in love with the good guys."). That's from HonorH's fic "Never Fall in Love with the Good Guys", a brilliant Angel fic.

A/N: This drabble was written in response to a 'First Line' challenge at HonorH's Live Journal, in which you had to take the first line from one of her fanfics and use it to start off one of your own. I hope you enjoyed it.