I Love You More than Myself Part One

Chapter 60

"Your favorite color is purple? Well, that means you're just… adorably up in the clouds." -My voice coach

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*Tonks's POV*

"Party in the Gryffindor common room tonight! Party in the Gryffindor common room tonight! Party in the-ew Slytherins, you're not invited. Party in the Gryffindor common room tonight!"

James and Sirius's loud voices break into our consciousness from down the hall. I stand up and peer out the door to see the two doofuses themselves swaggering down the hall, yelling their announcement at the top of their lungs.

"HEY you two! Quiet it down a bit, will you?!"

"Well, someone's not invited. Bitch," Sirius mutters, his face turned away from me.

"Excuse me?" I say, placing my hands on my hips. Suddenly, Remus comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist and places his head on my shoulder. I subconsciously contract into his warm embrace.

"You're not-" Sirius turns around and spots me. "TONKSIE!" He then bounds towards me, ripping me from Remus and spinning me around and around. "I thought you were some idiot Slytherin."

"I was just joking, Black."

"So was I, Nymphadora," he says, setting me down with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Don't call me that!"

"Oh, spare me," he mutters sarcastically.

"Going to say hello to me?" James whines.

"Oh, how could I have forgotten about you, four-eyes? Hello!" I say, hugging him tightly; he smiles against my shoulder. I notice he has to bend down considerably to hug me. "Gosh, someone grew over the summer."

"Maybe a little bit," he says, pulling away and looking down at me.

"So did I!" Sirius says from behind me; he is leaning up against the door frame next to Remus.

"Yes, you did, too," I say, ruffling his curly hair lovingly.

"Come on, let's go sit down," James says, walking past me and patting Remus on the back as he does so. We follow him into the compartment and take our seats; James and Sirius throw themselves down on the left and Remus and I take a seat on the right.

"Where's Peter?" I ask, letting Remus hold me once again.

"Dunno," James says, stretched out on the bench. "We caught a glimpse of him on the platform, but he didn't see us."

"I'm sure he'll come 'round," Sirius says.

As if on cue, the compartment door slides open and there stands our missing friend; frizzy brown hair, watery blue eyes, and all.

"Hey guys," he greets, taking a seat next to Sirius.

"Where were you, Pete?" he asks, moving down to make room for him.

"Got lost," he explains. "My mum kept me so long on the platform, I couldn't get on the right car and then I forgot where we said we would meet."

"Well, at least you found us!" I say brightly.

"Yeah, thank God," he mutters, chuckling. "Some older Slytherins were following me down the train, but I think I gave them the slip."

"Good, we've taught you well," James chuckles.

All of a sudden, the compartment door slides open again and James starts to drool; who else would it be, but Lily.

"Remus," she says, looking impatient.

"What?" he asks, sitting up a little.

"You're supposed to be in the prefect compartment," she explains, looking slightly annoyed. It's then that we all notice the gleaming, red and gold badge pinned proudly on her chest.

"Oh," Remus answers, sounding somewhat sad.

"Remus, you're a prefect?!" I exclaim, standing up so he can leave.

"Well… yeah," he admits, digging in his bag for something.

"Why didn't you tell us?!" I ask, beaming.

"I dunno," he admits, producing his own badge. I take it and pin it on his sweatshirt for him. "I guess I was just… embarrassed."

"Why would you be embarrassed?" I ask, chuckling.

"I don't know," he says, smiling down at me. "This isn't twenty questions."

"Hurry up, we're all waiting for you," Lily says, tapping her foot. "Hi Tonks!"

"Hey Lils," I say, smiling over at her.

"I'll be back," Remus says, leaning down to give me a quick kiss before sweeping from the compartment with Lily. My heart still flutters every time he kisses me, something I thought would have gone away by now, but obviously hasn't.

"Well this sucks," Sirius says blatantly a few moments later.

"Why?" I ask. "I'm so proud of him!"

"Because, that means we're always going to have a prefect on our backs. He'll turn us in for anything. Looks like the end of our regime, mate," Sirius explains, turning to James.

"Agreed," he says, nodding his head slowly. "No more pranks, no more mischief, no more fun."

"Guys lighten up," I say. "I don't think he'll be like that."

"What makes you say that?" Sirius asks.

"Because you guys are his best mates," I explain, sitting back in my seat. "He wouldn't do anything to get you guys in trouble, no matter how wrong it is."

"How do you know?" James asks.

"I know him, I'm his girlfriend," I say, chuckling. "You don't have anything to worry about."

"If you say so," Sirius says. We sit in silence for a few moments.

"Speaking of Lily, how did writing those poems go, James?" Sirius suddenly asks.

"Well…" he starts, shuffling around in his bag. "I got… around thirty-two."

I scoff. "That's so close to 100."

"Shut up, it's harder than you think," he says, smirking down at his work.

"Let me read one," Sirius demands.

"No," James says, pulling his stack of papers out of Sirius's reach.

"Come on!" Sirius begs, grabbing for the stack, but being restricted by James's hand. "Tonks grab one!"

"No don't!" James exclaims, but I am too quick for him. I snatch the one on top and throw it to Sirius. James still fights to get it back, but fails.

"Your beautiful red hair burns like fire in the setting sun, lighting up my world. Speaking of the sun, have you ever felt the heat of my love for you? Does it make you feel uncomfortable? Do you love me as well? Although, you probably don't love me, because no one ever has, I strongly believe you will be the one to shine light on my pathetic little life. So answer this, senorita, do you love me as much as I do you?"

The whole compartment stops, stands still, goes on mute. Then,

"BAHAHAHA!" Sirius starts cracking up, doubling over with laughter at James's work. James's face goes bright red as he snatches the paper from Sirius's hand, and stuffs it in his jeans pocket.

"OH… my God," Sirius cracks up, trying to regain composure. As much I love James, I find myself chuckling a little at this poem. I try to stop myself, but it's near impossible; it was just that bad.

"Stick to Quidditch, mate," Sirius advises, sitting down again.

"Was it really that bad?" James asks, still having a face the same shade as a tomato.

"I'm sorry, mate. But yes, it was," Sirius says, another fit of giggles taking over.

"Okay, okay," James says. "I won't give them to her."

"Yeah, please don't," Sirius scoffs.

"I tried though! I really did!" he exclaims, face falling.

"It's the thought that counts," I say, getting up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he admits. "I'll just burn them when we get to school."

"I think that would be best," I say, patting his back consolingly.

Suddenly, the compartment door slides open and in walks Remus's brother, Oliver.

"Where is Remus?" he asks, noticing his little brother is not there.

"The prefect's compartment, why?" I ask, stepping away from James.

"I need him," his brother admits. I notice how similar the two look, although Oliver's eyes aren't the gorgeous shade of amber I love. His jaw line is also different; more defined and angular, unlike Remus's. I also notice something on his left hand. A ring?

"Well, you'll find him there," James says from behind me, realizing I wasn't going to answer; I was too deep in thought.

"Thanks," he says, and sweeps from the compartment. Then, he does a double take and comes back to look at me. "You're Tonks correct?"

"The one and only," I say proudly.

"Oh, it's nice to finally meet you," he says, coming in to shake my hand. "I've heard so much about you from Remus."

"Really?" I ask, blushing.

"Yes, he wouldn't shut up about you all summer," he says, winking. "You two have got something special on your hands."

"Thank you," I say. "Nice to finally meet you, too." I consider asking him about his ring, but I figure that would be rude, so I don't say anything.

"Well, thanks again," he says, and sweeps from the compartment for good.

"He looks so similar to Remus," I say, sitting down again.

"Yeah, those two are quite similar," James says, forgetting about the poem fiasco.

"You've met him before?" I ask.

"Once," he admits, stretching out again. "At the train station. They're practically twins."

"How strange," I admit.

Suddenly, our conversation is interrupted again by a small black haired boy entering the compartment.

"Sirius!" he calls in a shrill voice. He already wears his school robes and sports a green and silver tie. "You have my broomstick."

"I haven't got your broomstick," Sirius retorts. "I didn't touch it."

"Yes, you did! You-"

"Shut up, and go check your things again. I'm sure it's there," Sirius says, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever," the boy mutters, and stalks away, cloak billowing behind him.

"Who in the hell was that?" I ask. James and Sirius exchange fierce looks, then turn back to me.

"That was my little brother, Regulus."

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Hey guys! Yeah I have a million excuses for not updating, and none of them are any good, so I'll just say sorry D: Sorry guys!

So, yeah, how did you like this one? You have no idea how many drafts this went through to get the final one. It was crazy!

So yeah, please review! I feel like I haven't been getting many reviews lately? I wonder why! D:

Love you all!

xoxo

Ps. Had my audition in NYC Friday! Went well, exactly what me wanted. Filming a new Halloween movie this Friday, so excited! My character takes bath salts then get impaled! LOL. Anyways, pleaseee review! :D

Pss. Like the new cover picture?! Its the necklace :) tell me what you think!

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