[fic] when you float like a cannonball
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harry potter- tonks/kingsley
um, i haven't written hp in like eight months, i think. i apologize. i am though, totally going to win this mini-challenge the bff and i are doing.
Tonks can't say that she's surprised.
Remus stands in front of her, listing off the reasons why he can't stay with her anymore- too old, too poor, too dangerous, and he's not even through talking and she gets tired of it.
"Just stop, Remus. Please," she whispers.
He stops, and she can see the regret written all over his face. Finally, finally, she hears what he's never said.
I'm not enough for you.
She just wished that he let her decide.
The next two weeks go by in a blur- too many Death Eaters, too much death. Tonks is numb to it all, numb to the concerned looks being sent her way.
The beginning of the third week, Kingsley takes her back to his place.
"Shower," he tells her, "And then you need to go to sleep."
"I-" Tonks begins, but Kingsley shakes his head, and places his hands on her shoulders.
"You're going to be useless to us if you keep going like this, Tonks."
She nods.
"All right. You know where everything is."
Kingsley was waiting for her, once she got out of his shower. If he was bothered by her just being in a towel, he didn’t say anything. It was almost comforting, the way that he doesn't avert his eyes. He just looks right at her, and smiles.
"Hey," he says, "There are some clothes on the bed for you."
"Thanks." She's glad that they're muggle clothes- it's familiar, and reminds her of her father, and nothing more.
Kingsley turns around politely, and she pulls on the clothes.
"Where am I staying?" she asks.
"You can steal my bed, I'll take the couch." He gives her another smile, and turns. He kisses her forehead lightly, and is nearly out the room when she calls his name.
"You can stay. Please."
He looks at her, and she resolutely keeps her face blank. Kingsley nods though, and she smiles.
The rest of the third week goes by in a blur but none of them hurt. Remus avoids her, but that's all right.
Kingsley stars bringing her tea in the morning, and she wonders who told him how she likes it, or if he's got some sort of sixth sense about it. They work together, but she finds herself going to his each night, her things gradually start appearing at his house, and if he's got a problem with it, he doesn't say anything.
Molly asks her how her new relationship is going, and Tonks can only laugh.
The fourth week, she breathes a little easier, and when she sees Remus, it's not a punch to the gut.
She lives easier.
g, 446 words
harry potter- tonks/kingsley
um, i haven't written hp in like eight months, i think. i apologize. i am though, totally going to win this mini-challenge the bff and i are doing.
Tonks can't say that she's surprised.
Remus stands in front of her, listing off the reasons why he can't stay with her anymore- too old, too poor, too dangerous, and he's not even through talking and she gets tired of it.
"Just stop, Remus. Please," she whispers.
He stops, and she can see the regret written all over his face. Finally, finally, she hears what he's never said.
I'm not enough for you.
She just wished that he let her decide.
*
The next two weeks go by in a blur- too many Death Eaters, too much death. Tonks is numb to it all, numb to the concerned looks being sent her way.
The beginning of the third week, Kingsley takes her back to his place.
"Shower," he tells her, "And then you need to go to sleep."
"I-" Tonks begins, but Kingsley shakes his head, and places his hands on her shoulders.
"You're going to be useless to us if you keep going like this, Tonks."
She nods.
"All right. You know where everything is."
*
Kingsley was waiting for her, once she got out of his shower. If he was bothered by her just being in a towel, he didn’t say anything. It was almost comforting, the way that he doesn't avert his eyes. He just looks right at her, and smiles.
"Hey," he says, "There are some clothes on the bed for you."
"Thanks." She's glad that they're muggle clothes- it's familiar, and reminds her of her father, and nothing more.
Kingsley turns around politely, and she pulls on the clothes.
"Where am I staying?" she asks.
"You can steal my bed, I'll take the couch." He gives her another smile, and turns. He kisses her forehead lightly, and is nearly out the room when she calls his name.
"You can stay. Please."
He looks at her, and she resolutely keeps her face blank. Kingsley nods though, and she smiles.
*
The rest of the third week goes by in a blur but none of them hurt. Remus avoids her, but that's all right.
Kingsley stars bringing her tea in the morning, and she wonders who told him how she likes it, or if he's got some sort of sixth sense about it. They work together, but she finds herself going to his each night, her things gradually start appearing at his house, and if he's got a problem with it, he doesn't say anything.
Molly asks her how her new relationship is going, and Tonks can only laugh.
*
The fourth week, she breathes a little easier, and when she sees Remus, it's not a punch to the gut.
She lives easier.
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Date: 2007-05-29 01:21 am (UTC)They stay late at the office to keep up appearances. Pouring over map after map, drawing lines and putting in the occasional red thumb-tac in places that, while he has never actually been there, it seems he’s always wanted to go.
She’ll knock into his arm sometimes, and a line goes across the map through a random river or mountainscape. But they don’t change it. Sirius Black flew off that way on his motorbike, trying to throw them off his trail, but they’ve got him right where they want him.
“Locked up with a Hippogriff,” she says giggling over her drink. It’s only butterbeer. No one in the Ministry will drink anything stronger these days. Constant vigilance.
Kingsley smiles and they clink their glasses together before taking another sip. Kingsley likes her company, she is loud where he is quite and the silence that he doesn’t want to hear is broken by her laughter. It’s a nice change.
Tonks looks at him for a moment.
“Thanks.” She says and her glass slips out of her hand and butterbeer goes all over the table. He can see Madam Rose Marta in the background rolling her eyes and grabbing a rag already.
“Ooh! Damn! And I was doing so well!” She took out her wand, probably about to try a cleaning charm but he put his hand on her arm to stop her and shook his head, smiling.
“You might want to just wait till-” He says as Rose Marta cleans the mess.
“Sorry, love.” Tonks says and Rose Marta laughs.
“Ah hun, been waiting for it since you walked in, would have thought you’d been cursed if it hadn’t happened. Think nothing of it.” Tonks frowns but Rose Marta misses it.
“She has a point. You are like a bull in a china shop.” He smiles at her and she laughs.
“Too true!” and then adds, softer this time, “really though, thanks. It means a lot to Remus, Harry, and me. It really does.”
Kingsley smiles and offers her his arm as they go to leave. She trips and they both go down laughing.
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Date: 2007-05-29 07:06 am (UTC)What else I love? That you don't treat Tonks badly. Because I love Tonks. ♥
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