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ok - short interlude missing from Tuesday, which I'll eventually tack on to Tuesday night to keep my numbering system intact. :D
Title: Come Together (4.5 of ~8)
Author: corvidae9
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1375
Warnings: crackful premises, het/slash/fem, rampant bisexuality
Summary: Tonks meets up with Subject one her contact at 12G.
Author's Note: See Part I for full Summary/Notes! Questions/comments/interpretive dance, as always, welcome here. :D
I - Saturday | II - Sunday | III - Monday | IV - Tuesday | 4.5 - Tuesday Night | V - Wednesday | VI - Thursday | VII - Friday afternoon | 7.5 - Friday Night | VIII - Saturday2
Tuesday Night
Tonks eyed Ginny across the short distance from the corner of the short sofa in which she was currently sprawled and offered up the box of chocolate straight from Honeydukes' 'Sweets to Impress' shelf. She had Ginny's notebook open on her lap, a quill in her free hand and was honestly impressed.
"Mmph," she said, chewing and swallowing her mouthful of coconut trufle. "This is brilliant. You've thought of everything." Tonks used the quill to point to her temple. "Me, I had a very similar list in my head."
Ginny grinned back and took the box, her feet tucked neatly underneath her. "I find that serious chaos requires thorough preparation." She took a white chocolate caramel star and popped it into her mouth whole, leaving two little points showing between her lips. "That whole Gryffindor 'on three' stereotype pisses me off."
"Oi. Some of us rely heavily on that--" said Tonks raising an eyebrow as she marked an item off of Ginny's list. Certainly, this party wasn't one of those times, given she and Remus had a similar list at home, but she wasn't going to say so. Instead she turned a cocky grin on Ginny. "Plans are well and good, but sometimes you've got to charge in and tear shite up," she said with a shrug as she pointed to another item. "Alcohol was the first thing on the list, and it's bought and paid for."
"Mmm, see, I couldn't decide whether alcohol or food should go first," said Ginny, patting her hips. "I eat just like my brothers some days. 'Course if I did it all the damn time, my broom would probably quit the team due to cruelty and undue burdens."
Tonks snorted and circled the item that read, 'Food- a lot; Where's open? Ask Mum?.' "Yeah. I hear y--"
"Hold up--" Ginny interrupted. She sat up, licked her thumb and reached across the space between them to wipe it across Tonks' temple then flopped right back. "Ink. Sorry. G'head."
"--you," said Tonks, her eyes following the progress of Ginny's hand. She smiled then cleared her throat, "Thanks. Anyway. Dunno if we want to involve anyone's mums. Sure they'd make food... and then they'd hover and next thing you know they're walking around asking people if they're enjoying themselves."
Ginny gave a shudder and stretched her foot out to nudge Tonks' knee, somehow deciding that it was a good enough place to leave her foot propped. "Don't even wish it on us. As it is, the invitation list has gotten out of hand and I think my brothers are coming in from godforsaken corners of the globe just for the party. That alone might be sign enough to bring my mother down upon us."
"Charlie and Bill? Wicked! Haven't seen them in an age," said Tonks, aiming a tickle at Ginny's bare foot as though she weren't imagining doing far worse and less innocent. "When?"
"Tomorrow, far as I know," said Ginny with a giggle, kicking out half-heartedly at Tonks' hand. "Don't tell Ron. I wanted to surprise him."
"Not a word," smiled Tonks, grabbing hold of Ginny's ankle and settling it back on her own knee with a decisive point and a growled, "Stay," that made Ginny snicker again. "Speaking of that specific brother-- you notice him being a little off lately?"
"No, not a 'little off'," sighed Ginny, taking another chocolate and handing the box back with an offhand gesture. "A lot off. As in, he's got a pash on Malfoy that's probably making him want to die."
Tonks stared as Ginny put the heart-shaped raspberry truffle on her tongue and pulled her finger out of her mouth with a faint 'pop', using the somewhat surprising information as a good excuse. "Wow," she said, tone flat. Oh! The box. She took it back and tried to focus on what she wanted next. Yeah, wow-- those fingers--
"Yeah, 'magine? They'd either kill each other or never stop shagging," mumbled Ginny, shifting the candy from one cheek to the other. "Still. Way Malfoy was looking at him... I'd wager he's thinking he wants to give it a go."
"You're serious?" said Tonks, sitting up a little though she hadn't stopped unconsciously stroking the top Ginny's foot. Actually, right about when she sat up was about the point in time that she noticed what she'd been doing and it made her want to crawl right across the sofa and onto Ginny's lap. Valiantly, she resisted the temptation and resumed the petting as if nothing had happened.
"Oh yes. Like he wanted to... dunno," said Ginny with the a hint of a smirk. "Crawl right over the books between them and settle it his way. If it weren't my brother we were talking about, I'd say it was hot."
Shite-- Tonks knew that sort of look. She was probably doing it herself right about now and she realized she wasn't planning on reining it in. Ginny was a straightforward sort of girl; Tonks might as well put it out for her to pick up and see where it went. "You're right," she said finally finding a hazelnut chocolate to destroy, taking a bite and catching Ginny's eye as she added, "That is hot."
Ginny wiggled her toes and stuck her hand out for the box. "Party ought to loosen them up a little at any rate," she said as she tapped the notebook in Tonks' lap again. "What's next?"
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Ginny watched Tonks go with a wave and the promise of an owl before Thursday with the things she'd settled on taking care of and a final count of reservations. She watched as Tonks Disapparated from the back garden, shut the door, reached up behind herself to grip the top of the broomrack and lifted her feet off of the ground with a squealing, "Heeee" sound.
"That good?" said Neville, poking his head in from the back stairwell with a grin.
Hitting the ground again with what resembled a hop, Ginny stormed right back into the main area of the kitchen. "Oh yes," she said with a grin that outshone Neville's easily, taking his face in both hands and planting a kiss on his face. "Ohhh yes."
Neville swatted her off and made a show of dragging her by the scruff of the neck to the table and shoving her gently into a chair, then set himself to making tea. "Talk."
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Tonks popped directly into the kitchen of her and Remus' flat, laughing and pumping a fist in the air. "Remus!" she called out when she caught sight of his head popping up from his book where he was in his favorite chair.
"Y--" he said before she cut him off.
"I fondled her feet. And she let me. There was innuendo involved. And she wiped ink off of my face," said Tonks in a self-satisfied rush as she retrieved cold bottles from the icebox.
"I managed to get one genuine laugh and find out that he's proficient at the use of chopsticks," said Remus with a grin as he leaned back and set his book over his knee. "And the cat likes me. His name is Brutus."
Tonks roared a laugh as she sat on the arm of Remus' chair and handed him a bottle so that he'd have something to clink with hers.
"I also found out what's wrong with Ron. Apart from the what's usually wrong with him." She snorted taking a drink before adding, "And I say that with all love for the boy. Really."
"Oh?" said Remus, absently sliding an arm around her. "What's that?"
"Let's say we should have brought him in on our plot and added a subject three," said Tonks, leaning back against the wing of the chair.
"Oh no," sighed Remus, amused though sympathetic. "The poor lad."
Tonks snickered, holding up a finger around her bottle. "And that's not the half of it."
Title: Come Together (4.5 of ~8)
Author: corvidae9
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1375
Warnings: crackful premises, het/slash/fem, rampant bisexuality
Summary: Tonks meets up with Subject one her contact at 12G.
Author's Note: See Part I for full Summary/Notes! Questions/comments/interpretive dance, as always, welcome here. :D
I - Saturday | II - Sunday | III - Monday | IV - Tuesday | 4.5 - Tuesday Night | V - Wednesday | VI - Thursday | VII - Friday afternoon | 7.5 - Friday Night | VIII - Saturday2
Tuesday Night
Tonks eyed Ginny across the short distance from the corner of the short sofa in which she was currently sprawled and offered up the box of chocolate straight from Honeydukes' 'Sweets to Impress' shelf. She had Ginny's notebook open on her lap, a quill in her free hand and was honestly impressed.
"Mmph," she said, chewing and swallowing her mouthful of coconut trufle. "This is brilliant. You've thought of everything." Tonks used the quill to point to her temple. "Me, I had a very similar list in my head."
Ginny grinned back and took the box, her feet tucked neatly underneath her. "I find that serious chaos requires thorough preparation." She took a white chocolate caramel star and popped it into her mouth whole, leaving two little points showing between her lips. "That whole Gryffindor 'on three' stereotype pisses me off."
"Oi. Some of us rely heavily on that--" said Tonks raising an eyebrow as she marked an item off of Ginny's list. Certainly, this party wasn't one of those times, given she and Remus had a similar list at home, but she wasn't going to say so. Instead she turned a cocky grin on Ginny. "Plans are well and good, but sometimes you've got to charge in and tear shite up," she said with a shrug as she pointed to another item. "Alcohol was the first thing on the list, and it's bought and paid for."
"Mmm, see, I couldn't decide whether alcohol or food should go first," said Ginny, patting her hips. "I eat just like my brothers some days. 'Course if I did it all the damn time, my broom would probably quit the team due to cruelty and undue burdens."
Tonks snorted and circled the item that read, 'Food- a lot; Where's open? Ask Mum?.' "Yeah. I hear y--"
"Hold up--" Ginny interrupted. She sat up, licked her thumb and reached across the space between them to wipe it across Tonks' temple then flopped right back. "Ink. Sorry. G'head."
"--you," said Tonks, her eyes following the progress of Ginny's hand. She smiled then cleared her throat, "Thanks. Anyway. Dunno if we want to involve anyone's mums. Sure they'd make food... and then they'd hover and next thing you know they're walking around asking people if they're enjoying themselves."
Ginny gave a shudder and stretched her foot out to nudge Tonks' knee, somehow deciding that it was a good enough place to leave her foot propped. "Don't even wish it on us. As it is, the invitation list has gotten out of hand and I think my brothers are coming in from godforsaken corners of the globe just for the party. That alone might be sign enough to bring my mother down upon us."
"Charlie and Bill? Wicked! Haven't seen them in an age," said Tonks, aiming a tickle at Ginny's bare foot as though she weren't imagining doing far worse and less innocent. "When?"
"Tomorrow, far as I know," said Ginny with a giggle, kicking out half-heartedly at Tonks' hand. "Don't tell Ron. I wanted to surprise him."
"Not a word," smiled Tonks, grabbing hold of Ginny's ankle and settling it back on her own knee with a decisive point and a growled, "Stay," that made Ginny snicker again. "Speaking of that specific brother-- you notice him being a little off lately?"
"No, not a 'little off'," sighed Ginny, taking another chocolate and handing the box back with an offhand gesture. "A lot off. As in, he's got a pash on Malfoy that's probably making him want to die."
Tonks stared as Ginny put the heart-shaped raspberry truffle on her tongue and pulled her finger out of her mouth with a faint 'pop', using the somewhat surprising information as a good excuse. "Wow," she said, tone flat. Oh! The box. She took it back and tried to focus on what she wanted next. Yeah, wow-- those fingers--
"Yeah, 'magine? They'd either kill each other or never stop shagging," mumbled Ginny, shifting the candy from one cheek to the other. "Still. Way Malfoy was looking at him... I'd wager he's thinking he wants to give it a go."
"You're serious?" said Tonks, sitting up a little though she hadn't stopped unconsciously stroking the top Ginny's foot. Actually, right about when she sat up was about the point in time that she noticed what she'd been doing and it made her want to crawl right across the sofa and onto Ginny's lap. Valiantly, she resisted the temptation and resumed the petting as if nothing had happened.
"Oh yes. Like he wanted to... dunno," said Ginny with the a hint of a smirk. "Crawl right over the books between them and settle it his way. If it weren't my brother we were talking about, I'd say it was hot."
Shite-- Tonks knew that sort of look. She was probably doing it herself right about now and she realized she wasn't planning on reining it in. Ginny was a straightforward sort of girl; Tonks might as well put it out for her to pick up and see where it went. "You're right," she said finally finding a hazelnut chocolate to destroy, taking a bite and catching Ginny's eye as she added, "That is hot."
Ginny wiggled her toes and stuck her hand out for the box. "Party ought to loosen them up a little at any rate," she said as she tapped the notebook in Tonks' lap again. "What's next?"
###
Ginny watched Tonks go with a wave and the promise of an owl before Thursday with the things she'd settled on taking care of and a final count of reservations. She watched as Tonks Disapparated from the back garden, shut the door, reached up behind herself to grip the top of the broomrack and lifted her feet off of the ground with a squealing, "Heeee" sound.
"That good?" said Neville, poking his head in from the back stairwell with a grin.
Hitting the ground again with what resembled a hop, Ginny stormed right back into the main area of the kitchen. "Oh yes," she said with a grin that outshone Neville's easily, taking his face in both hands and planting a kiss on his face. "Ohhh yes."
Neville swatted her off and made a show of dragging her by the scruff of the neck to the table and shoving her gently into a chair, then set himself to making tea. "Talk."
###
Tonks popped directly into the kitchen of her and Remus' flat, laughing and pumping a fist in the air. "Remus!" she called out when she caught sight of his head popping up from his book where he was in his favorite chair.
"Y--" he said before she cut him off.
"I fondled her feet. And she let me. There was innuendo involved. And she wiped ink off of my face," said Tonks in a self-satisfied rush as she retrieved cold bottles from the icebox.
"I managed to get one genuine laugh and find out that he's proficient at the use of chopsticks," said Remus with a grin as he leaned back and set his book over his knee. "And the cat likes me. His name is Brutus."
Tonks roared a laugh as she sat on the arm of Remus' chair and handed him a bottle so that he'd have something to clink with hers.
"I also found out what's wrong with Ron. Apart from the what's usually wrong with him." She snorted taking a drink before adding, "And I say that with all love for the boy. Really."
"Oh?" said Remus, absently sliding an arm around her. "What's that?"
"Let's say we should have brought him in on our plot and added a subject three," said Tonks, leaning back against the wing of the chair.
"Oh no," sighed Remus, amused though sympathetic. "The poor lad."
Tonks snickered, holding up a finger around her bottle. "And that's not the half of it."