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Chapter 11 ~ Kitchen Conversations
At about eleven o’clock, Hermione padded into the kitchen in her flannel pajamas and bare feet, ready to kill for coffee. She hadn’t slept well. She tossed and turned all night, disturbed by dreams she couldn’t recall. Tonks was sitting at the kitchen table in an open house robe, drinking some green tea. She also looked exhausted, but by the grin plastered on Kingsley’s face, who was sitting next to her, Hermione didn’t think it was dreams that kept the Auror awake all night.
“Morning,” Hermione said, heading for the coffee pot.
“Morning, ‘Mione” said Tonks tiredly. Kingsley just nodded and grinned at the barefoot witch. He had a cup of coffee in front of him, and his brown eyes kept flicking over Tonks in a very possessive kind of way.
Hermione walked by Tonks, paused, then did a double take.
“Tonks! Are those extra arms?” Hermione said, staring at the Auror. “And what happened to your hair?”
Tonks weakly lifted two extra sets of arms that jutted out from under the open robe. They had been resting on the table and seemed to have a noticeably gold tinge to them. Actually, Tonks had a rather golden hue all over. Her hair was long, black and tied up in a knot on the top of her head in a rather oriental fashion. Hermione stared at her.
“Yeah, they’re left over from last night, or this morning rather. I had to make good on a promise to the ‘warrior’ over here,” Tonks replied, gesturing with her head towards the grinning Kingsley, “I’m just too exhausted to morph back yet. It happens sometimes.”
Hermione looked at Kingsley. The black Auror was looking decidedly smug as he looked at Tonks, the grin still on his face. He hadn’t said a word since Hermione entered the kitchen, he was gazing so intently at his gold-tinged lover.
Hermione didn’t even want to try to imagine what those two must have been doing.
“You’d better hope the Ministry doesn’t call you out on an emergency assignment,” Hermione said as she poured herself the last cup of coffee. She added a teaspoon of sugar, stirred it and carried it over to the kitchen table, and sat across from the two Aurors.
Tonks looked at Hermione, and smiled.
“I saw you dancing with Severus last night. That was quite a dip he gave you,” Tonks said, “You two looked good together out there.”
Hermione made a noise. Tonks wrinkled her gold forehead.
“What was that? Didn’t you have a good time?” the Auror asked the witch.
“Well, up to a point,” Hermione said.
Kingsley looked from Tonks to Hermione, then back to Tonks. He stood up.
“I know when there’s a female moment approaching. I’ll just make myself scarce,” he said, bending down and kissing Tonks. It was a little longer than a peck. “See you later, Durga”
He left, still grinning.
Hermione looked at Tonks with her eyebrows raised. “Durga?”
“Hindu goddess. His fantasy girl. The man is a total freak. Anyway…what happened last night?” the Auror asked.
Hermione told Tonks about the joke she played on Severus.
“You locked Severus in a room with Sybil Trelawney?” Tonks said in awe, before she busted out in hoots of laughter. “Oh my gods. The poor man. Good thing he doesn’t know you were behind it. He’d be livid.”
“He does know,” Hermione said, “Sybil remembered everything. When he sobered her up, she spilled the beans.”
Tonks sobered immediately.
“How do you know she did that?” Tonks asked her.
“Severus told me, when he pinned me up against a wall last night…just before he kissed me,” Hermione said in one quick breath.
“Severus pinned you up against a wall and kissed you?” Tonks repeated.
Hermione nodded.
“Gods, I think I need to go and change my knickers,” Tonks said, looking down at herself.
“Tonks,” Hermione said in a somewhat pleading voice, “I need you to be serious. That’s not all that happened.”
The witch told Tonks word for word what Severus said to her last night. The Auror was staring at her with her mouth open.
“And you didn’t go to his room?” Tonks asked, looking at Hermione like she belonged in St. Mungo’s. “Or bring him in yours? Why? And don’t hand me that dragon shit that you didn’t want to. We both know that’s a lie.”
Hermione dropped her head. “I don’t know. He was kissing me and pressing against me, and it was feeling…well…good. Then I felt him…his…his…”
“Cock?” Tonks asked, her eyebrow arched.
Hermione scowled at her. “Yes…and I just freaked out and told him to let me go and put me down.”
“Was it big?” Tonks asked, her hazel eyes huge.
“I don’t know!” Hermione snapped at her.
“Well, you said you felt it. You must have been able to tell something,” Tonks started to argue.
“Tonks, I was not focusing on the size of his cock!” Hermione yelled at her, thoroughly frustrated with the Auror. She was not being sympathetic at all.
At that moment, Severus entered the kitchen, his eyebrows raised.
“I take it you witches aren’t discussing roosters,” he purred, looking at the both of them.
Tonks had her hand over her mouth, trying her best not to laugh as Hermione turned a deep shade of purple.
Severus’ black eyes fell on Tonks. They swept over her.
“I see Kingsley finally got his Durga fantasy,” he commented.
Tonks frowned at him.
“How do you know about that?” she asked him, miffed.
“Wizards also talk, my dear,” Severus said glibly. “Though our conversations about cocks differ significantly from yours. With men, size doesn’t matter. We’re more concerned with ‘placement’.”
Here, his eyes fell directly on Hermione. She felt a bit of heat in her belly at his look.
Severus walked over to the coffeepot.
Tonks looked at Hermione and made an “O” with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, then stuck her other forefinger through the hole, jerking it back and forth and nodding toward Severus, smiling enthusiastically.
Hermione gave her an absolutely murderous look and waved at her to stop it.
Severus looked in the coffeepot, snorted and scowled. He turned and looked at the steaming cup of coffee in front of Hermione.
Both women stopped gesticulating at each other and looked at him innocently.
“I see once again you’ve taken the last cup of coffee and not put on another pot,” Severus said, leveling his eyes at Hermione.
“It’s after eleven. How was I supposed to know you’d come snarking down here wanting coffee so late?” Hermione replied, frowning at him.
Severus looked at her. Hermione prepared herself for the onslaught, but the Potions Master reached up to the cabinet, opened it, took out the coffee and a filter, and proceeded to prepare another pot of coffee. Both women watched him dispose of the old grounds and filter, put in the new filter and fresh coffee, cover it and add the water. He zapped the machine so it started working. The coffeemaker was a gift to the Order from Arthur Weasley. It was a Mr. Coffee that he reconfigured to run on magic. The coffee pot began to fill up.
Severus turned around and leaned against the counter, his arms folded. His black eyes fell on Hermione again.
“You’re going to learn to show me consideration,” he said quietly, “that’s one of the first things I’m going to teach you.”
Hermione scowled at him. “Teach me? You’re no longer my Professor. I don’t need you to teach me anything,” she said..
Severus’ eyes flicked over to Tonks for a moment, then back at Hermione.
Tonks, noticing his look asked, “Should I go?” She started to rise.
“Yes,” Severus said, still looking at Hermione.
“No!” Hermione blurted, looking at Tonks with a “don’t leave me” expression on her face. Tonks reluctantly sat back down. Hermione would have to talk to the wizard alone sooner or later.
Severus looked back at the coffee pot and saw it was full. He took a cup out of the rack, rinsed it out and poured himself a steaming cup of fresh coffee. He didn’t add anything to it. He started to leave the kitchen. He stopped behind Tonks and looked over at Hermione, his eyes hard.
“Tonks isn’t always going to be around, Hermione,” he said to her, again in that quiet, rather dangerous voice, “Sooner or later you’re going to be alone with me.” Then he left the kitchen.
Both witches looked after him.
“I’m definitely going to have to change my knickers,” Tonks said with a sigh. “What a wizard.”
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Hermione took a shower and changed into her workout clothing. She was so uptight, she figured she’d go down to the ROR and generate a random scenario and work off some stress. She opened the bedroom door and peered out. Seeing no one she headed down the stairs and walked straight into Severus. He was sitting in the living room, reading the Daily Prophet. He looked up at her.
Hermione steeled herself, raised her chin and walked past him, her belly in knots. He had a rather amused expression on his face for a moment…then went back to reading the paper. Hermione opened the cellar, walked down the stairs and past Tonks and Kingsley’s office. Both Aurors were in there, their heads bowed over a parchment. Kingsley had a quill in his hand and was marking something down. Tonks, now fully restored to her fair, spiky-headed, two-armed self, looked up and waved at the witch. Hermione waved back and pointed at the ROR in askance. Tonks nodded. That meant they didn’t need to use the room.
Hermione walked to the far wall and made the intricate passes that made the entrance appear. Hermione pushed the room door open, and walked in. The ROR was empty. It had not yet generated her scenario, its magic divining that she wanted to select it.
“Random generation, one opponent,” she said.
The room shimmered and a scenario appeared. Hermione gasped, turned and exited the room immediately. She walked quickly past the Aurors’ office and back up the stairs. Tonks looked after her puzzled.
“Wait here, Kingsley,” she said. The Auror walked out of the office and toward the ROR. Hermione had not bothered to reseal the door, she left so quickly…this meant the scenario in the room was most likely still present.
Tonks pushed open the door and looked in. She doubled over with laughter.
“Kingsley!” she gasped, “Kingsley, come here, quick!”
The huge Auror put his quill down and walked out of the office.
“What is it, Rabbit?” he asked.
“You’ve GOT to see this,” Tonks gasped, her face completely red with laughter.
Kingsley approached the door and looked in. He blinked for a moment and then started chuckling.
“No wonder she flew out of here,” he said, grinning.
The ROR had generated a scenario and one opponent all right. It created a bedroom, with a huge four-poster bed in the center and candles all around. In the bed, half covered by a green silk sheet, propped up on his elbow and looking quite lusty was the golem of Severus Snape. It appeared the golem was naked.
She should have specified “training” Tonks suggested.
Kingsley looked at her. “As inexperienced as Hermione seems to be with these matters, she probably would have gotten the same scenario. She needs to just go ahead and sleep with the wizard. If the ROR gives her a scenario like this, then it’s really the most important thing she needs to do.”
“It shouldn’t be long now,” Tonks said to Kingsley, “Severus told her he wanted her last night.”
Kingsley raised his eyebrows.
“He did?” the Auror asked.
“Yes, and get how he told her, Tonks said, looking dreamy, “’I’m not a wizard that wants much, but what I want, I get. And I want you.’ How the hell did she resist that?”
“Damn,” Kingsley said, looking impressed, “That man surprises me more every day. I might have to go get some pointers from him.”
Tonks cocked her head and looked at the Auror.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Kingsley. Your pointer seems to do the job just fine,” she said wickedly, her hazel eyes taking on a bit of a glow. Kingsley knew that look.
“Now, Rabbit…” he said warningly.
Tonks pulled the Auror back into their office.
“Tonks…” Kingsley said as she backed him up and pushed him so he fell back heavily into the swivel chair. Tonks pulled out her wand and waved it, her hazel eyes on him. Kingsley heard the office door click and lock.
“Tonks, we have work to finish,” the Auror said, weakly.
Tonks grinned, waved her wand again, and all the windows were blacked out.
“Tonks!”
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A/N: Fun little kitchen scene there. A little heat from Severus. A little shocker for Hermione. A little naughtiness via Tonks. Lemons on the way. Please review.
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