Fic: Awkward, Hermione/Tonks, PG
To my f-list: really don't feel like you have to read all the fics and drabble-things I'm posting at the moment; I've posted at least one a day this week, and it's absolutely fine if you don't, really, because it must be getting annoying. Having said that, much love to those who do.
And today's drabble is, oh my god, femmeslash! This is the first time I've written real femmeslash, so I'm stupidly excited.
For isilme_:
Awkward
Tonks felt a strange sort of affinity for the girl, somehow, even though you couldn’t say there were many similarities between them. Perhaps it was just sympathy for all those awkward teenage years, and the grateful ache of relief that she was past all that herself. In a way.
And there were similarities; Hermione Granger was a bookish sort (not one of the similarities), and could be exceptionally gauche and clumsy at times, especially around the adults, if only several specific people. She would break a quill or spill tea accidentally if Bill sat next to her, but that was hardly surprising because most young women got rather flustered around Bill. The queer thing (and Tonks smiled wryly to herself) was that Hermione suffered the same way around Remus of all people, but that could easily have been a younger, school-girl-crush, from when he used to teach at Hogwarts.
When Hermione fell off her chair while doing research for the Order with Severus Snape, Tonks was so horrified she hauled the girl to her feet and dragged her into another room.
It was only when she shut the door that she realised they were in old Mr Black’s study, and that Hermione was staring at her in a really strange way. Not one for subtlety, Tonks merely leaned against the heavy mahogany desk and blurted; ‘do you fancy Snape?’
‘Er, what? Why would you think…?’ Hermione just seemed utterly confused, and her blush was not a blush of shame and embarrassment, but simply disgust at the idea of someone thinking she had a crush on her teacher. ‘I don’t, I really don’t.’
Tonks heaved a sigh of relief, her hand actually slipping off the desk, and she nearly lost her balance. ‘Right, okay, sorry. It was just that you fell off your chair-‘
Hermione smiled. ‘That doesn’t mean anything; it’s just that I’m rather clumsy. Like you.’
‘I’m not that…‘ Well, maybe there was no use in denying it, because she was, undoubtedly, quite bad herself. ‘The thing is- well, when I was your age, anyway, I was clumsy around people I fancied, and well, you know that Bill has a serious girlfriend that he wants to move in with, and there’s no point in you fancying Lupin.’
‘I know that,’ she said, and Tonks was surprised, because Remus kept himself to himself, and she could have counted the members of the Order who knew about that on one hand. ‘I- it isn’t people I fancy; it’s people I admire, that is, extremely intelligent people that I want to impress and-‘
‘Oh. Oh, that makes so much more sense…’ And it did; a girl like Hermione would be far more wrapped up in intellectual concerns and less worried about boys she fancied.
‘Yes.’ They grinned at each other. ‘Actually,’ Hermione added, ‘I’m really fine around people I fancy, perfectly normal, you wouldn’t know the difference.’
‘Heh, lucky you! I do and say the stupidest things; you should hear me-‘
And then there was silence, because, of course, Hermione could hear her perfectly well.
‘I don’t,’ Hermione said thoughtfully, after a while, ‘sometimes I’m a little harsher with people I’m attracted to, probably because I don’t like it that they can affect me without me being able to choose them, because I don’t like it that I have no control over it. But I act fairly normally, consciously normally, because I don’t want them to know what they do to me.’
Her voice sounded strange and distant to Tonks, who was avoiding looking her in the eye and was instead staring at the floor.
There was another, even longer pause before Hermione spoke again, and this time she was closer. ‘I don’t know how to do this,’ she was saying, her words sounding carefully chosen, ‘I’ve never done this before.’
Tonks looked up in surprise, noticing that Hermione had crept even closer than she’d suspected. At first she was rather shocked; that an eighteen year-old girl had never done this before, but then realising she hadn’t meant it quite like that. She smiled, raising one hand to brush away some fuzzy strands of hair back from Hermione’s face. ‘Oh, you shouldn’t worry about this bit.’
‘Shouldn’t I?’ Hermione asked, licking her lips and watching the words as Tonks spoke them.
‘Oh, no; this bit is easy.’ And it was - now her body had relaxed and she pushed slightly off the desk to lean in, ‘this bit is just like boys,’ and their faces were almost touching, ‘only better.’
Their mouths touched gently, before Tonks tilted her head to the side, lips parting, and they kissed properly. Hermione was actually clumsy at this, pressing them both tentatively against the desk, head unsure of the correct angle, hands and arms flitting randomly, insecurely, worried about where they should rest.
But it was still good, and Tonks relaxed further, finally enjoying herself after tense, unhappy weeks of watching, taking control of the kiss, and resting those nervous hands firmly on her own hips.
‘Is it too much to ask that-‘
At the sudden interruption, Tonks’ arse immediately lost any purchase it had on the lip of the desk, and Hermione had to half catch her as she stumbled sideways. When they finally both found their feet, Severus Snape was standing imposingly in the doorway, arms folded, his expression betraying the fact that he wasn’t quite fully aware of what they’d been doing. He was suspicious, but he wasn’t sure.
‘Sorry, professor, I’ll be with you in a minute,’ Hermione told him meekly, and he grunted, dissatisfied, and swept out of the room.
‘He didn’t see, did he?’ Tonks groaned, while Hermione straightened both of their clothes.
‘I don’t think so,’ Hermione replied, ‘but he’ll keep watching until he’s sure.’
‘Yes.’ And then she glanced up, having noticed the hopeful tone in Hermione’s voice. Tonks smiled back and pecked a brief kiss to the girl’s lips.
‘I should get on; research to do.’
‘Yes.’
‘And, tut tut, Tonks,’ Hermione said, smiling cheekily, ‘do you fancy Snape?’
And today's drabble is, oh my god, femmeslash! This is the first time I've written real femmeslash, so I'm stupidly excited.
For isilme_:
Awkward
Tonks felt a strange sort of affinity for the girl, somehow, even though you couldn’t say there were many similarities between them. Perhaps it was just sympathy for all those awkward teenage years, and the grateful ache of relief that she was past all that herself. In a way.
And there were similarities; Hermione Granger was a bookish sort (not one of the similarities), and could be exceptionally gauche and clumsy at times, especially around the adults, if only several specific people. She would break a quill or spill tea accidentally if Bill sat next to her, but that was hardly surprising because most young women got rather flustered around Bill. The queer thing (and Tonks smiled wryly to herself) was that Hermione suffered the same way around Remus of all people, but that could easily have been a younger, school-girl-crush, from when he used to teach at Hogwarts.
When Hermione fell off her chair while doing research for the Order with Severus Snape, Tonks was so horrified she hauled the girl to her feet and dragged her into another room.
It was only when she shut the door that she realised they were in old Mr Black’s study, and that Hermione was staring at her in a really strange way. Not one for subtlety, Tonks merely leaned against the heavy mahogany desk and blurted; ‘do you fancy Snape?’
‘Er, what? Why would you think…?’ Hermione just seemed utterly confused, and her blush was not a blush of shame and embarrassment, but simply disgust at the idea of someone thinking she had a crush on her teacher. ‘I don’t, I really don’t.’
Tonks heaved a sigh of relief, her hand actually slipping off the desk, and she nearly lost her balance. ‘Right, okay, sorry. It was just that you fell off your chair-‘
Hermione smiled. ‘That doesn’t mean anything; it’s just that I’m rather clumsy. Like you.’
‘I’m not that…‘ Well, maybe there was no use in denying it, because she was, undoubtedly, quite bad herself. ‘The thing is- well, when I was your age, anyway, I was clumsy around people I fancied, and well, you know that Bill has a serious girlfriend that he wants to move in with, and there’s no point in you fancying Lupin.’
‘I know that,’ she said, and Tonks was surprised, because Remus kept himself to himself, and she could have counted the members of the Order who knew about that on one hand. ‘I- it isn’t people I fancy; it’s people I admire, that is, extremely intelligent people that I want to impress and-‘
‘Oh. Oh, that makes so much more sense…’ And it did; a girl like Hermione would be far more wrapped up in intellectual concerns and less worried about boys she fancied.
‘Yes.’ They grinned at each other. ‘Actually,’ Hermione added, ‘I’m really fine around people I fancy, perfectly normal, you wouldn’t know the difference.’
‘Heh, lucky you! I do and say the stupidest things; you should hear me-‘
And then there was silence, because, of course, Hermione could hear her perfectly well.
‘I don’t,’ Hermione said thoughtfully, after a while, ‘sometimes I’m a little harsher with people I’m attracted to, probably because I don’t like it that they can affect me without me being able to choose them, because I don’t like it that I have no control over it. But I act fairly normally, consciously normally, because I don’t want them to know what they do to me.’
Her voice sounded strange and distant to Tonks, who was avoiding looking her in the eye and was instead staring at the floor.
There was another, even longer pause before Hermione spoke again, and this time she was closer. ‘I don’t know how to do this,’ she was saying, her words sounding carefully chosen, ‘I’ve never done this before.’
Tonks looked up in surprise, noticing that Hermione had crept even closer than she’d suspected. At first she was rather shocked; that an eighteen year-old girl had never done this before, but then realising she hadn’t meant it quite like that. She smiled, raising one hand to brush away some fuzzy strands of hair back from Hermione’s face. ‘Oh, you shouldn’t worry about this bit.’
‘Shouldn’t I?’ Hermione asked, licking her lips and watching the words as Tonks spoke them.
‘Oh, no; this bit is easy.’ And it was - now her body had relaxed and she pushed slightly off the desk to lean in, ‘this bit is just like boys,’ and their faces were almost touching, ‘only better.’
Their mouths touched gently, before Tonks tilted her head to the side, lips parting, and they kissed properly. Hermione was actually clumsy at this, pressing them both tentatively against the desk, head unsure of the correct angle, hands and arms flitting randomly, insecurely, worried about where they should rest.
But it was still good, and Tonks relaxed further, finally enjoying herself after tense, unhappy weeks of watching, taking control of the kiss, and resting those nervous hands firmly on her own hips.
‘Is it too much to ask that-‘
At the sudden interruption, Tonks’ arse immediately lost any purchase it had on the lip of the desk, and Hermione had to half catch her as she stumbled sideways. When they finally both found their feet, Severus Snape was standing imposingly in the doorway, arms folded, his expression betraying the fact that he wasn’t quite fully aware of what they’d been doing. He was suspicious, but he wasn’t sure.
‘Sorry, professor, I’ll be with you in a minute,’ Hermione told him meekly, and he grunted, dissatisfied, and swept out of the room.
‘He didn’t see, did he?’ Tonks groaned, while Hermione straightened both of their clothes.
‘I don’t think so,’ Hermione replied, ‘but he’ll keep watching until he’s sure.’
‘Yes.’ And then she glanced up, having noticed the hopeful tone in Hermione’s voice. Tonks smiled back and pecked a brief kiss to the girl’s lips.
‘I should get on; research to do.’
‘Yes.’
‘And, tut tut, Tonks,’ Hermione said, smiling cheekily, ‘do you fancy Snape?’