I’m still trying to finish chapter 4 of TLDN, but I keep running into the fact that I’ve already rewritten this scene like ten times.
He lunged forward, catching the falling stack. In the next split second, Tonks realised that her personal space had been unceremoniously and utterly violated. She found herself pinned fast between the hard wooden shelving and the warm, solid length of Remus’s body. He braced one hand against the shelf right above her crown, holding the books in place, while the other — accidentally or otherwise — almost brushed her waist, pressing her just perceptibly against him through the fabric of her jacket. OH GOD. Breathe, Tonks. Just inhale and exhale. He smelled of old paper, strong black tea, and something subtly woody, reminiscent of cedar after rain. Her brain instantly classified this fragrance as "The scent of the perfect man who is currently far too close for your mental health." "They wouldn’t have made much profit out of it," he murmured softly. His voice, sounding somewhere right by her ear, resonated with such a palpable, hot vibration that Tonks’s knees turned to jelly. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, she tilted her head up. The air in the aisle grew dense. Tonks saw his gaze darken as it flickered down to her lips, and noticed the sharp, sudden twitch of his Adam's apple. The distance between them had shrunk to a matter of mere centimetres. At that exact moment, she wanted nothing more than to throw decorum to the wind — to simply grab him by the collar of that soft cardigan and pull him down to her.
