Tell Me: Chapter Eight
What can I say, inspiration struck and would not let me sleep until I put it down on paper.
Tell Me
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter Eight:
“My father is going to kill me,” thought Draco numbly as he watched his mother and his aunt Andromeda, who he really had not known existed until today, have a nose to nose screaming match.
“Wotcher, Draco,” said a voice in his ear.
“What does that mean?” asked Draco curiously as he decided to ignore the fact that his carefully constructed world was imploding around him. Tonks’s elfin face burst into a grin.
“It means hello cousin,” said Tonks.
“Isn’t Tonks your last name?” asked Draco as he let his eyes skim over her breasts.
“My face is up here,” said Tonks, genuinely amused. “And we are first cousins.”
“My father always says it’s better to keep it in the family,” drawled Draco as he flirted with the young woman. He ignored the sounds of disgust coming from Potty.
“I hate my real name,” said Tonks as she watched her mother’s face go a bright shade of red as she argued with her sister.
“It cannot be as bad as Draco,” said Draco dryly.
“Worse,” said Tonks mournfully. “It’s Nymphadora.”
“I thought my mother was mad,” said Draco sympathetically. “My condolences, cousin. How do you know Potty?”
“Who doesn’t know Harry Potter?” said Tonks glibly.
“Yeah,” said Draco skeptically. “But Potty rarely knows anyone else. He knows you from where?”
“I picked her up in a club in Soho this summer,” said Harry sardonically.
“My condolences again, cousin,” drawled Draco. “You have absolutely appalling taste in men.”
Tonks only laughed and gave Harry a secret shared grin which reinforced Draco’s assumption that maybe the git actually did pick her up in a club. Draco’s eyes narrowed as he realized that the sisters had stopped fighting and were whispering to one another. Two Black sisters conspiring was not a good thing.
“Headmaster,” asked Draco loudly. “What happens if I do not want to accept the inheritance?”
“Then the Black family trusts dissolve and are donated to the Muggle Born Assistance Fund that helps muggle borns with their transition to their Wizarding life,” said Albus with an inward grin.
“Including my income,” screeched both Black sisters.
“Unfortunately yes,” said Albus.
“We don’t need your income, ma,” said Tonks affably.
“The hell we don’t,” said Andromeda tartly. “Nymphadora, do you like having a roof over your head, and a nice roof at that? My income also pays for your flat in London. Do you have any idea how much a flat in Chelsea is, you ungrateful witch?”
“A thousand galleons?” said Tonks curiously.
“You wish,” said Andromeda dismissively. She gave her sister a veiled look that Narcissa returned.
“Your father will not want you to make a rash decision, Draco,” said his mother smoothly as Draco stared at her in surprise. “I know that he had hoped for a more advantageous match for you but the Black family fortune is not to be dismissed so easily.”
“Father has plenty of galleons for us all,” said Draco earnestly.
“Yes,” said Narcissa crisply. “But they are his galleons not mine. My income is paid in hard currency which comes in handy when dealing with an estate the size of your father’s. I know that he would not be pleased if you threw it away so easily.” Narcissa’s words were sweetly said but her voice was steely.
“Yes, mother,” said Draco as he recognized the tone in her voice that his father once jokingly said made him instantly shut the hell up and do exactly what his wife told him to do.
“It is clear that we may have no choice,” said Narcissa as she stood and smoothed on her gloves. She gave Tonks a thorough once over that made Tonks quail in her Doc Martens. “Andromeda, I will owl you later on the week. I will need to speak with my husband on this matter. I am sure he will see the wisdom in our joint decision.”
“What decision?’ asked Tonks as she had a sudden sense of dread.
“Your betrothal to your cousin,” said Andromeda as she raised her chin and looked her sister in the eyes.
“What?” asked Draco and Tonks at the same time.
“Which cousin?” asked a fascinated Harry.
“Draco and Nymphadora, of course,” said Narcissa briskly.
Harry’s eyes meet the Headmaster’s and he suppressed a tiny giggle. Dumbledore looked absolutely flummoxed by the turn of events. Harry thought for sure that Malfoy would refuse the inheritance. It seems he was not the only one.
“Wait one second,” said Tonks as she got to her feet and put her hands on her hips. “I have a thing or two to say about this.”
Draco was only staring at his mother in shock. Just this morning, he was plotting for a way to fuck Granger but in his hearts of hearts, he knew that he would one day marry Pansy. He liked Pansy. And more importantly, she liked him. They would have had a good marriage. He turned to look at his cousin with new eyes. He didn’t even know the woman. Merlin, she was even older than he was. Draco was in a daze.
“I hear you inherited one of the Black family gifts,” said Narcissa crisply as she eyed her niece. “I am sure we can take care of that hair in short order, then.”
“It is an ideal solution,” said Tonk’s mother testily. “The fortune is kept in the family, the Black bloodline is reinforced and the trusts will stay intact in case young Malfoy here decides to bugger it all up and marry some pureblooded Slytherin on some whim or his father’s influence.”
“And,” said Tonks angrily, “You, mother, get to have what you have always wanted - me under your thumb. I refuse. Daddy won’t let you force me to marry someone I don’t love.”
“My daddy would rather see me dead than married to a non pureblood,” said Draco dryly as he snapped out of his funk.
“Your father is a pragmatic man,” said his mother coldly. “I am well aware that your father’s scruples do not extend to his choice of bedmates. He has seen a multitude of muggle born mistresses pass through his life. I am sure he will see it my way when I explain the situation. Your father will agree with me that this engagement is the ideal situation.”
“And your father, Nymphadora,” said Andromeda smoothly, “has never refused me anything in his life.” She ran a manicured nail across her hip slowly as she smiled at her daughter.
Tonks bit back a curse as she remembered how embarrassing it had been to have parents that were so much in love and in lust when she had been growing up. She lost count of the times she had walked in on her parents going at it on the breakfast table.
“Bugger,” said Tonks.
“Fuck,” said Draco under his breath.
“Look at the bright side, Tonks,” said Harry. “Malfoy’s father will not approve. It’s a moot point.”
“Young man,” said Narcissa Malfoy as she gave Harry a sly look. “I know my husband. He will do what is good for our family.” She smoothed her hair away from her high, delicate cheekbones and gave Harry a demure, sweet smile that made Harry’s eyes go wide. A burst of pure lust went through him as he suddenly really saw Narcissa Malfoy. She was a beautiful, seductive woman. He hastily averted his eyes.
“Honestly,” thought Draco. “Was fucking Potter just giving his mother the eye? Could this day get more horrendous?”
“I think we need to have some time and space in order to let tempers cool,” said Albus Dumbledore quietly. The tension in the room was escalating to a fever pitch. The lawyer from the law office had beaten a hasty retreat when the Black women started their first fight.
“Mr. Malfoy,” said Albus genially. “Perhaps you and Miss Tonks could take this time to get to know one another better while your parents talk this situation through. We don’t want to be too hasty. You are dismissed from your classes, today. Miss Tonks, have you ever seen the Slytherin dungeons?”
“Seeing as I was in Gryffindor, no,” said Tonks as she gave her mother a glare worthy of Severus Snape.
“It figures,” thought Draco as he walked out of the room. He only half wondered if Tonks followed him.
An Hour Later:
“Well,” said Tonks as she stretched. “I feel so much better.”
“Me, too,” said Draco as he pulled out of her clenching sheath with a groan. He lay beside his cousin on his bed struggling to catch his breath. He looked over to Tonks and ran an admiring hand down her smooth back. She had turned over to bury her face in his pillows.
“Tell me,” said Draco after a short silence, “Why?”
“The truth, cousin,” said Tonks with a shrug as she turned and looked at the sleepily satisfied Draco. “It would drive my mother mad to know that I came down here to the dungeons and fucked your brains out.”
“Are you going to tell her?’ asked Draco mildly. He found that after the shock wore off, he really didn’t care if she did.
“I think I will,” said Tonks with a purr as she ran an admiring hand down Draco’s firm chest. “How old are you exactly?”
“Does it matter?” asked Draco as he raised an eyebrow. “I could say that you tripped and fell into my bed because in a way you did.”
Draco smiled slyly at her as she blushed. She had tripped and he had lunged to catch her. He had realized quickly that she was not wearing a bra. His cock realized that fact as well. Then the crafty smile on her face told him that she had felt how excited she had got him. Before he knew who she was, Draco had been a touch fascinated. It was the wild hair. He had wondered how wild she was in bed. It had only taken a few intense looks and they were tearing each other’s clothes off. They had both been worked up and angry. They had also been attracted to one another.
Draco hissed as her hand trailed down his chest and her fingers curled around his awakening shaft. She followed her hands progress with her lips a moment later. Draco groaned as he stiffened. She licked her lips as she lifted her head and quickly straddled his prone body.
“Hmmm,” said Draco as she slid down his rigid erection.
“Do you know what my gift is?” asked Tonks huskily.
“That you are a fantastic fuck?” asked Draco as he fondled her high breasts.
“I am a metamorph,” said Tonks as she slid up and down his thick cock. She looked into his flushed face and smiled.
“This your real body?” asked Draco as he slid his hands up and down her smooth back as she labored over him.
“Yes,” said Tonks as she wriggled on top of him to find a better place. She purred when she found it.
“Good,” said Draco as he bit his lip and lunged into her tight sheath harder and faster, “I like your tits.”
“I know,” said Tonks. They moved together smoothly. Tonks rotated her hips and hazily thought he was the first lover she ever had that didn’t want her to make herself look different. A flash of intense pleasure burst through her frame when she felt an intense rush of warmth deep inside her. Draco’s eyes went opaque as he came inside her hot slippery pussy with a harsh groan. The she knew no more as she came and she closed her eyes as the pleasure rushed through her like a wave.
Tonks collapsed on his chest with a sigh. Draco put his arms around her and promptly fell asleep. Tonks hoped that her mother and aunt would come and find them like this. It would serve the interfering witches right. She yawned.
An hour later, when Draco opened his eyes, he watched Tonks sleep beside him. He smoothed her hair away from her face and noted the family resemblance. She had his mother’s delicate bone structure and her spirit. He grinned to himself as he wondered if maybe, one day, he could persuade her to look like Granger. Maybe he could lay that ghost to rest in a more seemly manner.
Just before the evening meal, as they were getting dressed, the cousins talked.
“Pity, they didn’t come look for us,” said Tonks as she looked disgruntled.
“You really wanted to piss off your mother, didn’t you?” said Draco with a snicker.
“Actually,” said Tonks. “It’s your mother I wanted to catch us fucking. She then wouldn’t let her precious baby boy marry a ‘scarlet woman’ like me.”
“If there was a few million galleons at stake,” said Draco cynically, “She would hold the bedcovers open.”
“There are a few million galleons at stake,” said Tonks gloomily.
“I know,” said Draco with a sigh. “Nothing personal, but I think that maybe I should not be with or rather that I-“
“Draco,” said Tonks with a suppressed grin at his discomfort. “I don’t want to marry you. The sex was fun but…”
“If we have to get married,” said Draco. “Then it wouldn’t be all bad. We are compatible in bed.”
“True,” said Tonks with a grin. “But I rather we stay kissing cousins. Do me a favor? Could you possibly find a nice, sweet half blood or muggle born girl in the time it takes your mother to strong arm your father into signing a betrothal contract?”
“I could marry Pansy,” said Draco thoughtfully.
“Do you want to tell your mother that you pissed away her income?” asked Tonks seriously.
Draco shivered and shook his head.
“Please?” said Tonks as she gave Draco a light kiss on his neck. “Pretty, please.”
“You do realize that you are begging me to completely lower my standards,” said Draco arrogantly.
“I promise that I will also find any means to head off my mother, too,” said Tonks earnestly.
“I am a good catch,” said Draco as he frowned. He was a trifle insulted.
“I know,” said Tonks. Her voice lowered. “And a bloody good shag, as well. But Malfoy, we will not suit. I am older than you. We are too closely related. I work for a living. And there’s also the fact that I am having an affair with one of my co-workers. I know I can wrestle him to the alter - just give me time.”
“Would he approve of this?” asked Draco with a leer.
“The word ‘affair’ is not quite how he sees it,” said Tonks with a wince. “But all I need is time.”
“Fine,” said Draco as he put on his robe. “But don’t blame me if we have to get married anyway.”
“Isn’t there some muggle born girl you have always had your eye on, even though you knew your father would kill you for even letting the thought skitter across your mind?” asked Tonks slyly. “This is the perfect opportunity to finally give it a go. Live dangerously. Seize the moment. Live life on the edge.”
“Honestly,” drawled Draco. “You are such a Gryffindor.”
Draco’s mind sprang to one girl and one girl only, Granger. He hid his face from Tonks. After all, she was a Black woman. They were slippery witches. They had the ability to weasel out information from the barest of hints. There was only one obstacle and his name was Blaise Zabini.
Tell Me
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter Eight:
“My father is going to kill me,” thought Draco numbly as he watched his mother and his aunt Andromeda, who he really had not known existed until today, have a nose to nose screaming match.
“Wotcher, Draco,” said a voice in his ear.
“What does that mean?” asked Draco curiously as he decided to ignore the fact that his carefully constructed world was imploding around him. Tonks’s elfin face burst into a grin.
“It means hello cousin,” said Tonks.
“Isn’t Tonks your last name?” asked Draco as he let his eyes skim over her breasts.
“My face is up here,” said Tonks, genuinely amused. “And we are first cousins.”
“My father always says it’s better to keep it in the family,” drawled Draco as he flirted with the young woman. He ignored the sounds of disgust coming from Potty.
“I hate my real name,” said Tonks as she watched her mother’s face go a bright shade of red as she argued with her sister.
“It cannot be as bad as Draco,” said Draco dryly.
“Worse,” said Tonks mournfully. “It’s Nymphadora.”
“I thought my mother was mad,” said Draco sympathetically. “My condolences, cousin. How do you know Potty?”
“Who doesn’t know Harry Potter?” said Tonks glibly.
“Yeah,” said Draco skeptically. “But Potty rarely knows anyone else. He knows you from where?”
“I picked her up in a club in Soho this summer,” said Harry sardonically.
“My condolences again, cousin,” drawled Draco. “You have absolutely appalling taste in men.”
Tonks only laughed and gave Harry a secret shared grin which reinforced Draco’s assumption that maybe the git actually did pick her up in a club. Draco’s eyes narrowed as he realized that the sisters had stopped fighting and were whispering to one another. Two Black sisters conspiring was not a good thing.
“Headmaster,” asked Draco loudly. “What happens if I do not want to accept the inheritance?”
“Then the Black family trusts dissolve and are donated to the Muggle Born Assistance Fund that helps muggle borns with their transition to their Wizarding life,” said Albus with an inward grin.
“Including my income,” screeched both Black sisters.
“Unfortunately yes,” said Albus.
“We don’t need your income, ma,” said Tonks affably.
“The hell we don’t,” said Andromeda tartly. “Nymphadora, do you like having a roof over your head, and a nice roof at that? My income also pays for your flat in London. Do you have any idea how much a flat in Chelsea is, you ungrateful witch?”
“A thousand galleons?” said Tonks curiously.
“You wish,” said Andromeda dismissively. She gave her sister a veiled look that Narcissa returned.
“Your father will not want you to make a rash decision, Draco,” said his mother smoothly as Draco stared at her in surprise. “I know that he had hoped for a more advantageous match for you but the Black family fortune is not to be dismissed so easily.”
“Father has plenty of galleons for us all,” said Draco earnestly.
“Yes,” said Narcissa crisply. “But they are his galleons not mine. My income is paid in hard currency which comes in handy when dealing with an estate the size of your father’s. I know that he would not be pleased if you threw it away so easily.” Narcissa’s words were sweetly said but her voice was steely.
“Yes, mother,” said Draco as he recognized the tone in her voice that his father once jokingly said made him instantly shut the hell up and do exactly what his wife told him to do.
“It is clear that we may have no choice,” said Narcissa as she stood and smoothed on her gloves. She gave Tonks a thorough once over that made Tonks quail in her Doc Martens. “Andromeda, I will owl you later on the week. I will need to speak with my husband on this matter. I am sure he will see the wisdom in our joint decision.”
“What decision?’ asked Tonks as she had a sudden sense of dread.
“Your betrothal to your cousin,” said Andromeda as she raised her chin and looked her sister in the eyes.
“What?” asked Draco and Tonks at the same time.
“Which cousin?” asked a fascinated Harry.
“Draco and Nymphadora, of course,” said Narcissa briskly.
Harry’s eyes meet the Headmaster’s and he suppressed a tiny giggle. Dumbledore looked absolutely flummoxed by the turn of events. Harry thought for sure that Malfoy would refuse the inheritance. It seems he was not the only one.
“Wait one second,” said Tonks as she got to her feet and put her hands on her hips. “I have a thing or two to say about this.”
Draco was only staring at his mother in shock. Just this morning, he was plotting for a way to fuck Granger but in his hearts of hearts, he knew that he would one day marry Pansy. He liked Pansy. And more importantly, she liked him. They would have had a good marriage. He turned to look at his cousin with new eyes. He didn’t even know the woman. Merlin, she was even older than he was. Draco was in a daze.
“I hear you inherited one of the Black family gifts,” said Narcissa crisply as she eyed her niece. “I am sure we can take care of that hair in short order, then.”
“It is an ideal solution,” said Tonk’s mother testily. “The fortune is kept in the family, the Black bloodline is reinforced and the trusts will stay intact in case young Malfoy here decides to bugger it all up and marry some pureblooded Slytherin on some whim or his father’s influence.”
“And,” said Tonks angrily, “You, mother, get to have what you have always wanted - me under your thumb. I refuse. Daddy won’t let you force me to marry someone I don’t love.”
“My daddy would rather see me dead than married to a non pureblood,” said Draco dryly as he snapped out of his funk.
“Your father is a pragmatic man,” said his mother coldly. “I am well aware that your father’s scruples do not extend to his choice of bedmates. He has seen a multitude of muggle born mistresses pass through his life. I am sure he will see it my way when I explain the situation. Your father will agree with me that this engagement is the ideal situation.”
“And your father, Nymphadora,” said Andromeda smoothly, “has never refused me anything in his life.” She ran a manicured nail across her hip slowly as she smiled at her daughter.
Tonks bit back a curse as she remembered how embarrassing it had been to have parents that were so much in love and in lust when she had been growing up. She lost count of the times she had walked in on her parents going at it on the breakfast table.
“Bugger,” said Tonks.
“Fuck,” said Draco under his breath.
“Look at the bright side, Tonks,” said Harry. “Malfoy’s father will not approve. It’s a moot point.”
“Young man,” said Narcissa Malfoy as she gave Harry a sly look. “I know my husband. He will do what is good for our family.” She smoothed her hair away from her high, delicate cheekbones and gave Harry a demure, sweet smile that made Harry’s eyes go wide. A burst of pure lust went through him as he suddenly really saw Narcissa Malfoy. She was a beautiful, seductive woman. He hastily averted his eyes.
“Honestly,” thought Draco. “Was fucking Potter just giving his mother the eye? Could this day get more horrendous?”
“I think we need to have some time and space in order to let tempers cool,” said Albus Dumbledore quietly. The tension in the room was escalating to a fever pitch. The lawyer from the law office had beaten a hasty retreat when the Black women started their first fight.
“Mr. Malfoy,” said Albus genially. “Perhaps you and Miss Tonks could take this time to get to know one another better while your parents talk this situation through. We don’t want to be too hasty. You are dismissed from your classes, today. Miss Tonks, have you ever seen the Slytherin dungeons?”
“Seeing as I was in Gryffindor, no,” said Tonks as she gave her mother a glare worthy of Severus Snape.
“It figures,” thought Draco as he walked out of the room. He only half wondered if Tonks followed him.
An Hour Later:
“Well,” said Tonks as she stretched. “I feel so much better.”
“Me, too,” said Draco as he pulled out of her clenching sheath with a groan. He lay beside his cousin on his bed struggling to catch his breath. He looked over to Tonks and ran an admiring hand down her smooth back. She had turned over to bury her face in his pillows.
“Tell me,” said Draco after a short silence, “Why?”
“The truth, cousin,” said Tonks with a shrug as she turned and looked at the sleepily satisfied Draco. “It would drive my mother mad to know that I came down here to the dungeons and fucked your brains out.”
“Are you going to tell her?’ asked Draco mildly. He found that after the shock wore off, he really didn’t care if she did.
“I think I will,” said Tonks with a purr as she ran an admiring hand down Draco’s firm chest. “How old are you exactly?”
“Does it matter?” asked Draco as he raised an eyebrow. “I could say that you tripped and fell into my bed because in a way you did.”
Draco smiled slyly at her as she blushed. She had tripped and he had lunged to catch her. He had realized quickly that she was not wearing a bra. His cock realized that fact as well. Then the crafty smile on her face told him that she had felt how excited she had got him. Before he knew who she was, Draco had been a touch fascinated. It was the wild hair. He had wondered how wild she was in bed. It had only taken a few intense looks and they were tearing each other’s clothes off. They had both been worked up and angry. They had also been attracted to one another.
Draco hissed as her hand trailed down his chest and her fingers curled around his awakening shaft. She followed her hands progress with her lips a moment later. Draco groaned as he stiffened. She licked her lips as she lifted her head and quickly straddled his prone body.
“Hmmm,” said Draco as she slid down his rigid erection.
“Do you know what my gift is?” asked Tonks huskily.
“That you are a fantastic fuck?” asked Draco as he fondled her high breasts.
“I am a metamorph,” said Tonks as she slid up and down his thick cock. She looked into his flushed face and smiled.
“This your real body?” asked Draco as he slid his hands up and down her smooth back as she labored over him.
“Yes,” said Tonks as she wriggled on top of him to find a better place. She purred when she found it.
“Good,” said Draco as he bit his lip and lunged into her tight sheath harder and faster, “I like your tits.”
“I know,” said Tonks. They moved together smoothly. Tonks rotated her hips and hazily thought he was the first lover she ever had that didn’t want her to make herself look different. A flash of intense pleasure burst through her frame when she felt an intense rush of warmth deep inside her. Draco’s eyes went opaque as he came inside her hot slippery pussy with a harsh groan. The she knew no more as she came and she closed her eyes as the pleasure rushed through her like a wave.
Tonks collapsed on his chest with a sigh. Draco put his arms around her and promptly fell asleep. Tonks hoped that her mother and aunt would come and find them like this. It would serve the interfering witches right. She yawned.
An hour later, when Draco opened his eyes, he watched Tonks sleep beside him. He smoothed her hair away from her face and noted the family resemblance. She had his mother’s delicate bone structure and her spirit. He grinned to himself as he wondered if maybe, one day, he could persuade her to look like Granger. Maybe he could lay that ghost to rest in a more seemly manner.
Just before the evening meal, as they were getting dressed, the cousins talked.
“Pity, they didn’t come look for us,” said Tonks as she looked disgruntled.
“You really wanted to piss off your mother, didn’t you?” said Draco with a snicker.
“Actually,” said Tonks. “It’s your mother I wanted to catch us fucking. She then wouldn’t let her precious baby boy marry a ‘scarlet woman’ like me.”
“If there was a few million galleons at stake,” said Draco cynically, “She would hold the bedcovers open.”
“There are a few million galleons at stake,” said Tonks gloomily.
“I know,” said Draco with a sigh. “Nothing personal, but I think that maybe I should not be with or rather that I-“
“Draco,” said Tonks with a suppressed grin at his discomfort. “I don’t want to marry you. The sex was fun but…”
“If we have to get married,” said Draco. “Then it wouldn’t be all bad. We are compatible in bed.”
“True,” said Tonks with a grin. “But I rather we stay kissing cousins. Do me a favor? Could you possibly find a nice, sweet half blood or muggle born girl in the time it takes your mother to strong arm your father into signing a betrothal contract?”
“I could marry Pansy,” said Draco thoughtfully.
“Do you want to tell your mother that you pissed away her income?” asked Tonks seriously.
Draco shivered and shook his head.
“Please?” said Tonks as she gave Draco a light kiss on his neck. “Pretty, please.”
“You do realize that you are begging me to completely lower my standards,” said Draco arrogantly.
“I promise that I will also find any means to head off my mother, too,” said Tonks earnestly.
“I am a good catch,” said Draco as he frowned. He was a trifle insulted.
“I know,” said Tonks. Her voice lowered. “And a bloody good shag, as well. But Malfoy, we will not suit. I am older than you. We are too closely related. I work for a living. And there’s also the fact that I am having an affair with one of my co-workers. I know I can wrestle him to the alter - just give me time.”
“Would he approve of this?” asked Draco with a leer.
“The word ‘affair’ is not quite how he sees it,” said Tonks with a wince. “But all I need is time.”
“Fine,” said Draco as he put on his robe. “But don’t blame me if we have to get married anyway.”
“Isn’t there some muggle born girl you have always had your eye on, even though you knew your father would kill you for even letting the thought skitter across your mind?” asked Tonks slyly. “This is the perfect opportunity to finally give it a go. Live dangerously. Seize the moment. Live life on the edge.”
“Honestly,” drawled Draco. “You are such a Gryffindor.”
Draco’s mind sprang to one girl and one girl only, Granger. He hid his face from Tonks. After all, she was a Black woman. They were slippery witches. They had the ability to weasel out information from the barest of hints. There was only one obstacle and his name was Blaise Zabini.