Title: The Wrong Man
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks, implied past Charlie Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: G
Prompt: Brother's keeper
Word Count: 306
Beta: Thank you, tania_sings !
Warnings: None
Summary: "Have you thought this through? He loves you."
A/N: Originally written for Week #45 on sortinghatdrabs . OMG! *squee* This one is Runner-Up and Mod's Choice! I can't be more happy =D Look at my pretty banners!


The Wrong Man

"He told you, huh?" Tonks asked as soon as she sat in front of me. Her expression was so unlike her. It was a mix of sadness and regret.

"He did." I didn't need to ask who she was talking about. "Have you thought this through? He loves you." The waitress at the muggle café we were in brought her the cup of tea she had ordered on her way to the table.

Tonks sighed. "I love him too. Just...not in the same way. It's not fair to him."

"Oh." I whispered.

"Yeah..." She sipped her tea before continuing. "I know you feel the need to protect him from everything, Bill. But you have to stop throwing yourself in the middle to receive the bullet that's meant for him."

"Bullet?"

"Never mind." Her lips quivering, threatening a smile that never reached her face. "Just...start thinking of yourself for once. Stop putting Charlie's wellbeing before yours." She reached her hand to touch mine over the table. "He will be happy with his dragons out there. He doesn't need me at his side pretending I love him the way I love someone else." She eyed me pointedly while caressing my fingers.

And then I understood everything. "Tonks, I... I didn't know..."

"Of course you didn't." She smiled a half smile bitterly, retrieving her hand and resting back in her chair.

"I'm sorry." I hoped my tone was enough for her to get what I meant. I didn't return her feelings. And even if I did, I wouldn't do anything about it. I would never be responsible of hurting Charlie if I could help it.

We stayed in silence for a few seconds, staring at the table between us.

"Me too." Tonks said with a sigh before standing and leaving the café, not looking back; not even once.