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When you call my name I can feel that I’m alive by moony4ever [Reviews - 0]
When you call my name I can feel that I’m alive What is that drives me mad Girls like you that I never had What is it about you that I adore? What makes me go so insane That makes me feel so much pain What is it about you that I adore At the library (Green Day: Smoothed out slappy hours) I’m slowly walking down the stairs to the kitchen. I already know he’s in there, even before I open up the door. I don’t need to hear his voice, I just know it. Sometimes I ask myself if it’s magic, or maybe it is because he’s a werewolf. I’m not sure, but maybe, maybe it is just because I’m in love with him. I hear him laughing, he has a wonderful laughter. Not like Kingsley (loud and resounding), not like Mad-Eye (rough and unfriendly), not like Molly (childish), no somehow he’s laughing different. It sounds intelligent, it’s quieter and his eyes are shinning. But I guess he’s not laughing any different at all. Perhaps his laughter sounds horrible in reality. Maybe it’s only me thinking about it this way. Maybe it’s just because I love him. When he enters a room it seems to me as if the world has become silent. He’s just walking passed me and I can’t help but admire how elegant he’s looking despite these old robes and trousers. He seems to float; even on the stairs he doesn’t make a noise. But still, I know imminently when he enters the room. I guess he’s not walking any different at all. Maybe he is limping like Mad-Eye and maybe Molly is always complaining about him because he walks that loud. But maybe, maybe it’s true, maybe he is walking different. Maybe it is because he’s a werewolf. Maybe it is because he’s used to try not to draw to much attention to himself But maybe, maybe it’s just because I’ve fallen madly in love with him. I open the door and there he is, he’s holding a cup in his hands, talking to Sirius. He looks at me in surprise, as if he hadn’t heard me coming, than he smiles. And I feel home. I know, he knew I was coming. He heard it, I’m absolutely sure of that. But he’s acting like he hasn’t got this extraordinary hearing. Sometimes I just think he is admirable. I admire the way he fights against the prejudices. But maybe he really didn’t hear me; maybe he should behave like a werewolf some times. Maybe it would do him some good. I guess it’s the power and strength I love about him. Sirius is smiling too, but he can’t even try to make me feel the way I do when Remus is smiling at me. “Take a seat, Dora.” Sirius commands. I hate him for calling me like this. “Tonks, Sirius, just Tonks.” I sit down at the table. As fare as possible away from Remus. “Sorry, couz.” I help myself to a piece of cake and start to watch Remus sitting down too. He’s working on some papers; his golden hairs are slowly falling in his eyes. I reach out to him and but it back behind his ear before I even know what I am doing. His hair is soft, like the fur of his wolf. I’m wondering if it’s true, maybe I’m just starting to imagine things. He’s starring at me, is he blushing? My fingers are only centimeters away from his face and we’re just looking into each others eyes. His eyes are beautiful. Grey, like the fur of his wolf with blue sparks. They grow yellow with the moon approaching. I haven’t seen such wise and kind eyes in my whole life. Snape says they are cold. Cold like the animal inside them. Maybe he’s right; maybe it’s just stupid, yes even insane to think of Remus like I think of other men too. Maybe it’s wrong to love him but I don’t think so, and even if I would, could it change anything? “Some hairs…in your face…” I start to stutter. Why do I have to behave this way every time he’s around? “Yeahhh, thanks.” He smiling his shy and unsafe smile and turning back to his work. Sirius is grinning at me. “Nymphadooora my dear, want to have a tête-à-tête with your Sirius?” “Be glad if you have your head after I’m finished with you after you have called my one more time by this name!” The expression on his face is very similar to a dog in a trap. “She’s got you under her control, Pad my friend.” Remus is smiling over a very boring piece of parchment. “Just be careful Moony, maybe you’re her next victim. There are certain signs which make it clear that Nymphadora Tonks is…..” I promise I didn’t meant to hit him hard but I think I did because, at the moment, he’s falling of his chair after I’ve slapped him. He’s looking at me now, from the floor with these puppy eyes. “I warned you!” I’m raising my finger to make my treating more believable. Sirius is starting to whimper and Remus tries hard not to laugh. I turn around again and focus this amazing man. He’s sitting there with a quill, writing done things I can’t read and I suddenly realize he must have been a wonderful teacher, like Hermione told me. He’s biting his lower lip, he’s always doing that when he’s nervous or excited. I love it. “Here.” He’s giving me the parchment. I’m starring at it. “Dumbledore’s sending us to Yorkshire. We should talk with an old friend of Malfoy.” A WHOLE DAY ALONE WITH HIM!!!! HOW LUCKY CAN A WOMAN BE????? “Dung is coming too.” He said this word very fast, like if he had seen the dreamy look in my eyes. Wonderful, I think. Well at least a whole day ALMOST alone with him. I take the parchment and our fingers touch for a second. I shiver imminently. Why do I have to tremble every time he touches me??? “You’re cold?” “No, I’m just fine.” If he would know…. I act as if I was reading the paper, but in reality I’m, again, staring at him. He has begun to write down our route. There’s also a parchment with notes on it. Salve is written on it, he knows I will fall. He’s thinking about everything. Is he really that perfect or do I, again, just think he is? A cold tongue is suddenly over my face. Sirius, or Pad foot, is looking at me with big dog eyes. Is he grinning? No, dogs can’t grin. And why should he?? “Sirius, ugh! Go away.” I’m raising myself to my feet. I need to make some tee. I need something I can hold with my hands, because I’m feeling I’m going to loose control over them. His hairs are in his face again! He’s stroking it back again absentminded. Luck at last. No, bad luck again. He’s looking at me, I’m looking at him, I’m stepping on something, Sirius is howling and I’m falling…. Remus catches me. I’m lying in his arms, looking at him. Behind me Sirius is whining but I guess I’m right by saying neither him nor me paid any attention to him. Is he rally tensed, is he really blushing again or am I only dreaming? Why is he starring at my like this? Suddenly I’m on my feet again. His hand is still supporting me. I wish it could stay there forever. I don’t want him to take it away. “You stepped on me Tonks, just in case you’re still able to hear me. You two seam quiet busy starring at each other.” I turn around quickly, Remus is doing the same, I think he feels ashamed. Not because he looked at me, because Sirius thinks he could be in interested in someone like ME…. I wish he was. But men like him are just to perfect for women like me. “Sorry, Siri.” “Sorry? Sorry? I’m almost dead!” “You can overdo things, you know.” Says Remus behind me. A Very-close-behind-me-Remus. “Yes, just be on her side.” Sirius is acting offended. He does this very often in the last time. “I need a cuppa.” Moaning I turn around. Remus is looking directly into my eyes. HELP ME! I’m melting, can someone please catch me. It’s unbelievable how…NO! I am taken to the ground together with the human Sirius. He’s tickling ME: “Now Tonks, do you feel guilty?” “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” “Are you asking for forgiveness?” “YESSSSSSSESSSSSSSSSSSS….” “Am I allowed to call you Nymphadora?” That’s enough. In no time I’m on him. It’s my turn to torture him no. “Never.” Tickle “Call.” Tickle “Me.” Tickle “Like.” Tickle “That.” Tickle “Again.”. He’s asking for mercy. Very good. Granted. I’m sitting on the desk puffing. In the corner there is a certain werewolf standing, killing himself laughing. Sirius is still lying on the floor like frozen. “This woman is extremely dangerous!” “I always knew you were an underdog Sirius.” Remus is still laughing and I join him. A pan is flying through the air. Remus is ducking. I couldn’t have made this. I would have destroyed the whole kitchen by trying to escape the pan, and in the end it would have hit me anyway. He has very good reflexes. He would have been a great auror. And a very sweet one too. Noo, bad Tonks. Very bad Tonks. Stop it. Sit. Bad Tonks. “Tonks, why on earth are you grinning like it would have been the best day of your life?” I look at Sirius for a second, thinking. “It just is a wonderful day, you know.” I’m beaming at him, than at Remus. He’s returning my gaze and for a moment I think I saw something new in his eyes, something that hadn’t been there before. “Yes, it’s really beautiful. Tea Nymphadora?” “Yes please Remus.” Sirius is starring at me. Now he’s shaking his had and mumbling something about taking a cold shower to harden himself. Remus gives me the sup. “Tanks.” “You’re welcome.” Sirius is turning to face me again. He looks at me with these puzzled eyes. I just shrug my shoulder. When Remus calls my name it sound just like the most beautiful poem on earth. I don’t know how he does it, but somehow he calls me different. He speaks the same letter, the same sounds but the meaning is completely different. Sometimes when he calls me by my first name I think, but just for one second, there may be more than friendship in those eyes. But than I realize that I will never be that lucky. Men like him don’t fall in love with women like me. No matter how much I wish for this to happen. I’m not sure what exactly I feel, but I’m sure of one thing. If I ever loved someone, it’s him. When he looks at me, when he touches me, when he smiles at me I can feel things I’ve never felt before. When he’s with me I have feelings that intensive, I can hardly stand them. When he calls my name I know I’m not just an empty body. When he calls my name I can feel that I’m alive. An: English isn't my first language so plese be nice and review!!!!!! |
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