Festive Fun: A Time for Forgiving (Remus/Tonks)
Title: A Time for Forgiving
Pairing: Remus/Tonks
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 568
Summary: Remus comes home for Christmas.
Author's Notes: I chose option #3: hard and received the prompts of Christmas carols, making amends, and “Mistletoe and Wine” by Cliff Richard. The story title is a lyric from the song.
Tonks was currently ensconced in her childhood bedroom as she listened to Christmas carols on the wireless. Her dad had charmed the wireless to get Muggle stations, and it comforted Tonks to think that maybe her dad was listening to the same station wherever he was. They had always enjoyed listening together, but her mother was not too fond of Muggle music, and not wanting to antagonize her unnecessarily, she took to her room.
She also wondered where Remus could be. She thought he would have come back by now, the git. Stupid prat, leaving her and their baby! She wadded up the eighty-seventh attempt at writing to Remus, threw it into her very sturdy metal rubbish bin, and incinerated it. She probably should get over her habit of randomly burning things, and she was pretty sure her anger wasn’t good for the baby, but what did she know about babies?
She better learn pretty soon, the sensible voice in her head told her. She thought Remus would be gone overnight, calm down and return, but it had been weeks, and each day she thought the chances of his returning lessened.
The wireless announcer chirped, “And next up, ‘Mistletoe and Wine’ by Cliff Richard.”
“I can’t even have wine!” Tonks shrieked at the wireless. She did have mistletoe, though, a gift from Fred and George. She watched her mistletoe from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes float morosely around her bedroom. There was nobody around whom she wanted to kiss after all. The mistletoe once tried floating over her stomach, which made Tonks smile, but she was too uncoordinated to kiss her own stomach.
Tonks heard the chime of the doorbell and hurried to her bedroom door, wand in hand. She cracked open the door and could hear low voices, but there weren’t any threatening sounds that she could discern. Footsteps began ascending the stairs, and Tonks knew it was Remus. She hurried back to her bed, sitting cross-legged and picking up her book so she looked busy. Her door was still slightly ajar, but Remus knocked. Tonks took a deep breath and said, “Come in.”
Remus peeked around the door. “Dora? It’s me.” He walked into the room. The roving mistletoe immediately placed itself over his head. Tonks studiously ignored both.
“Dora, your book is upside down.”
“Bloody Hell!” Tonks threw her book on the bed and glared at Remus, tears glistening in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Dora. What I did was horrible. I have no excuse. All I can do is beg you to forgive me. Please forgive me?”
“You bloody git!” Tonks sobbed. Remus’ face fell. “Of course, I forgive you!” Tonks flung herself into Remus’ arms crying into his chest. Remus held her tightly, his own tears wetting her hair.
They remained in each other’s embrace until their tears were spent. Tonks looked up and saw the mistletoe bouncing up and down above Remus’ head. She giggled.
Remus smiled and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “The mistletoe wants me to kiss you.”
“The mistletoe has the right idea. I would like that, too. Or I could kiss you. Either way works for me.”
Tonks kissed him, and they continued kissing until her mother called up the stairs that dinner was ready. They broke apart and left the room hand in hand. Tonks knew they would have to have a serious conversation at some point, but that could wait.
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Pairing: Remus/Tonks
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 568
Summary: Remus comes home for Christmas.
Author's Notes: I chose option #3: hard and received the prompts of Christmas carols, making amends, and “Mistletoe and Wine” by Cliff Richard. The story title is a lyric from the song.
Tonks was currently ensconced in her childhood bedroom as she listened to Christmas carols on the wireless. Her dad had charmed the wireless to get Muggle stations, and it comforted Tonks to think that maybe her dad was listening to the same station wherever he was. They had always enjoyed listening together, but her mother was not too fond of Muggle music, and not wanting to antagonize her unnecessarily, she took to her room.
She also wondered where Remus could be. She thought he would have come back by now, the git. Stupid prat, leaving her and their baby! She wadded up the eighty-seventh attempt at writing to Remus, threw it into her very sturdy metal rubbish bin, and incinerated it. She probably should get over her habit of randomly burning things, and she was pretty sure her anger wasn’t good for the baby, but what did she know about babies?
She better learn pretty soon, the sensible voice in her head told her. She thought Remus would be gone overnight, calm down and return, but it had been weeks, and each day she thought the chances of his returning lessened.
The wireless announcer chirped, “And next up, ‘Mistletoe and Wine’ by Cliff Richard.”
“I can’t even have wine!” Tonks shrieked at the wireless. She did have mistletoe, though, a gift from Fred and George. She watched her mistletoe from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes float morosely around her bedroom. There was nobody around whom she wanted to kiss after all. The mistletoe once tried floating over her stomach, which made Tonks smile, but she was too uncoordinated to kiss her own stomach.
Tonks heard the chime of the doorbell and hurried to her bedroom door, wand in hand. She cracked open the door and could hear low voices, but there weren’t any threatening sounds that she could discern. Footsteps began ascending the stairs, and Tonks knew it was Remus. She hurried back to her bed, sitting cross-legged and picking up her book so she looked busy. Her door was still slightly ajar, but Remus knocked. Tonks took a deep breath and said, “Come in.”
Remus peeked around the door. “Dora? It’s me.” He walked into the room. The roving mistletoe immediately placed itself over his head. Tonks studiously ignored both.
“Dora, your book is upside down.”
“Bloody Hell!” Tonks threw her book on the bed and glared at Remus, tears glistening in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Dora. What I did was horrible. I have no excuse. All I can do is beg you to forgive me. Please forgive me?”
“You bloody git!” Tonks sobbed. Remus’ face fell. “Of course, I forgive you!” Tonks flung herself into Remus’ arms crying into his chest. Remus held her tightly, his own tears wetting her hair.
They remained in each other’s embrace until their tears were spent. Tonks looked up and saw the mistletoe bouncing up and down above Remus’ head. She giggled.
Remus smiled and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “The mistletoe wants me to kiss you.”
“The mistletoe has the right idea. I would like that, too. Or I could kiss you. Either way works for me.”
Tonks kissed him, and they continued kissing until her mother called up the stairs that dinner was ready. They broke apart and left the room hand in hand. Tonks knew they would have to have a serious conversation at some point, but that could wait.
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