1 Fic; challenge #51
Title: I love her, I need her
Rating/Warnings: pg/ alcohol, mild drug use
Characters/Pairing: Scabior Tonks
Summary: On a summer camping trip, Scabior cant help but wish that he could have more with Tonks than the occassional one night stand, but he's not sure as to how she would feel about this idea...
Word Count: 1426
Author's Notes: written for adventchallenge; prompt was Ed Sheerans song 'One Night'
Registered purchases?: both!
It was their last summer before their seventh year at Hogwarts, and Scabior couldn’t remember who’d organised this camping trip for the whole year. All he knew was that it was only by common courtesy that any Slytherins had been invited at all; it was probably a Gryffindor who organised it if that was the case.
Most of their year was here, except for those who were vacationing with their families. There were tents sprawled throughout the forest; anywhere with enough room to pitch a tent and a flat ground would do. There was a large clearing in what was roughly the middle of the spread, and it was here that he was sitting now, around a crackling fire while a bunch of Hufflepuff girls cooked some sausages on a small, portable muggle barbeque.
She was among them.
He knew what she thought about him, about them. They weren’t dating. They weren’t together. She didn’t want to admit that anything happened between them at all, not to anyone. He doubted even her best friends knew. According to her, if there was anything going on between them at all, it was a casual, one-night, occasional shag thing. Never mind that he might want more; a relationship even. It would ruin both of their images if they were seen together.
Nymphadora Tonks looked up across the flames and smiled at him.
It was a soft, shy smile; his favourite, the one she reserved only for him. It lit up her whole face, sending a blush straight to her cheeks. She was looking beautiful today; her hair was cherry red and long, currently pulled back from her face in a loose, messy bun. Like many of the other girls, she was lounging in her bikini top and shorts; they were all planning on going on a short walk to a nearby lake later in the evening. Her bikini was a deep, sparkling purple, contrasting with skin so pale it looked like she’d never gotten a tan in her life.
He knew that wasn’t true though. Up close, she had sun kissed, freckled shoulders and arms, and a wicked shorts tan line from her summer in Egypt the year before. Scabior knew that after spending the entire day out in the sun sleeping yesterday, she would be raw and peeling within days. He wondered if it was strange that he had picked up on all these little, odd facts about her; but that always led to him wondering what she knew about him, and that he didn’t like to think about.
He glanced at his left fore-arm.
Soon, he’d been told. One day soon, he would be back. And his mother expected him to join the Dark Lord. He hoped beyond hope that Tonks didn’t know that.
The amount he wanted her to like him was ridiculous.
He heard a short sigh and turned; he hadn’t noticed her sit down next to him. She was smiling again.
“Sausage?” She offered him the plate- most of them were blackened and looked inedible.
“Thanks.” He took the least burnt one he could see.
It was odd for her to sit with him with so many other people around, people who might look and stare and talk. Yet here she was, smiling and talking about apparating to the nearby muggle town to buy alcohol and maybe even fireworks for the lake tonight. He nodded along, fascinated by watching her talk; her animated actions, her bright eyes, the way her lips moved, the dimples in her cheeks when she smiled and laughed.
He so wanted to be more with her, but he was afraid of moving too fast. Because, in all honesty, Scabior knew he was in love with Nymphadora Tonks. But he knew she didn’t feel the same. He didn’t know what she felt for him, but it wasn’t love.
Watching her flirt with other guys on this stupid camping trip had been painful at best. And all he could do was straighten out his jacket and act like he hadn’t noticed.
“You should come with us for a swim later on, it’ll be fun! Scabior? You listening?”
He blinked. “Yeah. Yeah, it sounds good.” He smiled, although it faltered slightly when she took his hand, squeezing it before getting up and rejoining her friends.
She was so full of mixed signals, he never knew where he stood with her. He wanted to interpret them differently to what she meant, for sure.
A large group of them disappeared for an hour or so, but he remained where he was, watching the fire and making sure it didn’t get too long. When they did get back, she ran to him, holding out a six pack of beer in one hand, a bottle of gin in her other. She dropped the beer at his feet.
“Don’t look so sour! Come on, it’s our last night out here.” She took a swig of gin. “Still coming swimming, right?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
“Great!” flashing a large smile she floated to the other side of the fire, joining a group of Gryffindor boys.
Scabior sighed. It looked like it could be a long night. He cracked open a beer, glad it was still cold.
As soon as It was getting dark, they started making their way to the lake. It was huge, and by the time they got there, they full moon was high in the sky, reflecting on the calm surface. Another fire was lit in the sand, but he took off his shoes and rolled up his trousers and stood with his toes in the water, quietly drinking.
He could hear her laughter, and it wasn’t long until the smell of burning spliffs reached him. Shrugging and crushing his last empty can, he made his way back to the fire.
She was happy to see him, for once. He wasn’t the only one surprised when she jumped up and hugged him, pulling him into the sand to sit next to her. Grinning hazily, she offered him her smoke, sighing and resting her head on his shoulders s he took a long draught.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it? The moon.” She giggled, swigging her gin again. With a smirk, he pulled the bottle from her hands.
“So big. And round.”
She laughed, grabbing the bottle back, managing to screw the lid back after a few tries. Standing, she pulled him up with her.
“I’ll race you!” with that she was off, throwing the large cardigan behind her as she ran. He followed suit, pulling his t-shirt over his head and discarding it in the sand. When he reached the waters edge, he pulled off his trousers, dropping them next to her shorts. He could see her head bobbing in the water, and once he had waded deep enough, he swam out to meet her.
She had almost reached the deepest point when he managed to catch up with her; she stopped, pushing her wet hair from her eyes. He smiled.
“It’s nicer out here. Without all of them.” She jerked her head in the direction of the fire on the shore.
“It is.” Reaching out, he took hold of her arms.
She starred at his hands. “Scabior...”
He rolled his eyes. “What?” he said irritably. “Worried someone might see me holding your hand under water in the dark?” he looked away.
“No! I just-”
“Just what? Cause you know what? I just want to be with you, Nymph. Why are you so afraid of getting close to me?”
She was quiet for a moment. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She said softly, pulling his face back round to look at her with one soft hand. “I’ve got baggage... Charlie... well, you know all that. And I don’t want to do the same to you.”
“So don’t.” He pulled her closer.
She bit her lip. “I cant promise anything though.”
He shrugged, slipping his arms around her waist. “I can handle it if you do.” Lie. “I don’t want to have to hide it anymore! I don’t want to be your fuck buddy either. I want you.”
She looked down before taking a deep breath.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand knotting in his hair as her soft lips pressed against his, one of her legs wrapping around his hips.
He already knew it wouldn’t last, and she was going to hurt him. But right now, he didn’t care. He had her, even if it was just for now.
She was his.
POINTS:
1426/30= 48; + 10 for bonuses= 58 points for gryffindor!
Gini//Gryffindor
Rating/Warnings: pg/ alcohol, mild drug use
Characters/Pairing: Scabior Tonks
Summary: On a summer camping trip, Scabior cant help but wish that he could have more with Tonks than the occassional one night stand, but he's not sure as to how she would feel about this idea...
Word Count: 1426
Author's Notes: written for adventchallenge; prompt was Ed Sheerans song 'One Night'
Registered purchases?: both!
It was their last summer before their seventh year at Hogwarts, and Scabior couldn’t remember who’d organised this camping trip for the whole year. All he knew was that it was only by common courtesy that any Slytherins had been invited at all; it was probably a Gryffindor who organised it if that was the case.
Most of their year was here, except for those who were vacationing with their families. There were tents sprawled throughout the forest; anywhere with enough room to pitch a tent and a flat ground would do. There was a large clearing in what was roughly the middle of the spread, and it was here that he was sitting now, around a crackling fire while a bunch of Hufflepuff girls cooked some sausages on a small, portable muggle barbeque.
She was among them.
He knew what she thought about him, about them. They weren’t dating. They weren’t together. She didn’t want to admit that anything happened between them at all, not to anyone. He doubted even her best friends knew. According to her, if there was anything going on between them at all, it was a casual, one-night, occasional shag thing. Never mind that he might want more; a relationship even. It would ruin both of their images if they were seen together.
Nymphadora Tonks looked up across the flames and smiled at him.
It was a soft, shy smile; his favourite, the one she reserved only for him. It lit up her whole face, sending a blush straight to her cheeks. She was looking beautiful today; her hair was cherry red and long, currently pulled back from her face in a loose, messy bun. Like many of the other girls, she was lounging in her bikini top and shorts; they were all planning on going on a short walk to a nearby lake later in the evening. Her bikini was a deep, sparkling purple, contrasting with skin so pale it looked like she’d never gotten a tan in her life.
He knew that wasn’t true though. Up close, she had sun kissed, freckled shoulders and arms, and a wicked shorts tan line from her summer in Egypt the year before. Scabior knew that after spending the entire day out in the sun sleeping yesterday, she would be raw and peeling within days. He wondered if it was strange that he had picked up on all these little, odd facts about her; but that always led to him wondering what she knew about him, and that he didn’t like to think about.
He glanced at his left fore-arm.
Soon, he’d been told. One day soon, he would be back. And his mother expected him to join the Dark Lord. He hoped beyond hope that Tonks didn’t know that.
The amount he wanted her to like him was ridiculous.
He heard a short sigh and turned; he hadn’t noticed her sit down next to him. She was smiling again.
“Sausage?” She offered him the plate- most of them were blackened and looked inedible.
“Thanks.” He took the least burnt one he could see.
It was odd for her to sit with him with so many other people around, people who might look and stare and talk. Yet here she was, smiling and talking about apparating to the nearby muggle town to buy alcohol and maybe even fireworks for the lake tonight. He nodded along, fascinated by watching her talk; her animated actions, her bright eyes, the way her lips moved, the dimples in her cheeks when she smiled and laughed.
He so wanted to be more with her, but he was afraid of moving too fast. Because, in all honesty, Scabior knew he was in love with Nymphadora Tonks. But he knew she didn’t feel the same. He didn’t know what she felt for him, but it wasn’t love.
Watching her flirt with other guys on this stupid camping trip had been painful at best. And all he could do was straighten out his jacket and act like he hadn’t noticed.
“You should come with us for a swim later on, it’ll be fun! Scabior? You listening?”
He blinked. “Yeah. Yeah, it sounds good.” He smiled, although it faltered slightly when she took his hand, squeezing it before getting up and rejoining her friends.
She was so full of mixed signals, he never knew where he stood with her. He wanted to interpret them differently to what she meant, for sure.
A large group of them disappeared for an hour or so, but he remained where he was, watching the fire and making sure it didn’t get too long. When they did get back, she ran to him, holding out a six pack of beer in one hand, a bottle of gin in her other. She dropped the beer at his feet.
“Don’t look so sour! Come on, it’s our last night out here.” She took a swig of gin. “Still coming swimming, right?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
“Great!” flashing a large smile she floated to the other side of the fire, joining a group of Gryffindor boys.
Scabior sighed. It looked like it could be a long night. He cracked open a beer, glad it was still cold.
As soon as It was getting dark, they started making their way to the lake. It was huge, and by the time they got there, they full moon was high in the sky, reflecting on the calm surface. Another fire was lit in the sand, but he took off his shoes and rolled up his trousers and stood with his toes in the water, quietly drinking.
He could hear her laughter, and it wasn’t long until the smell of burning spliffs reached him. Shrugging and crushing his last empty can, he made his way back to the fire.
She was happy to see him, for once. He wasn’t the only one surprised when she jumped up and hugged him, pulling him into the sand to sit next to her. Grinning hazily, she offered him her smoke, sighing and resting her head on his shoulders s he took a long draught.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it? The moon.” She giggled, swigging her gin again. With a smirk, he pulled the bottle from her hands.
“So big. And round.”
She laughed, grabbing the bottle back, managing to screw the lid back after a few tries. Standing, she pulled him up with her.
“I’ll race you!” with that she was off, throwing the large cardigan behind her as she ran. He followed suit, pulling his t-shirt over his head and discarding it in the sand. When he reached the waters edge, he pulled off his trousers, dropping them next to her shorts. He could see her head bobbing in the water, and once he had waded deep enough, he swam out to meet her.
She had almost reached the deepest point when he managed to catch up with her; she stopped, pushing her wet hair from her eyes. He smiled.
“It’s nicer out here. Without all of them.” She jerked her head in the direction of the fire on the shore.
“It is.” Reaching out, he took hold of her arms.
She starred at his hands. “Scabior...”
He rolled his eyes. “What?” he said irritably. “Worried someone might see me holding your hand under water in the dark?” he looked away.
“No! I just-”
“Just what? Cause you know what? I just want to be with you, Nymph. Why are you so afraid of getting close to me?”
She was quiet for a moment. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She said softly, pulling his face back round to look at her with one soft hand. “I’ve got baggage... Charlie... well, you know all that. And I don’t want to do the same to you.”
“So don’t.” He pulled her closer.
She bit her lip. “I cant promise anything though.”
He shrugged, slipping his arms around her waist. “I can handle it if you do.” Lie. “I don’t want to have to hide it anymore! I don’t want to be your fuck buddy either. I want you.”
She looked down before taking a deep breath.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand knotting in his hair as her soft lips pressed against his, one of her legs wrapping around his hips.
He already knew it wouldn’t last, and she was going to hurt him. But right now, he didn’t care. He had her, even if it was just for now.
She was his.
POINTS:
1426/30= 48; + 10 for bonuses= 58 points for gryffindor!
Gini//Gryffindor