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Chapter 2 ~ A Bit of Friendly Meddling
“Kingsley, when do you think they’re going to realize that they’re attracted to each other?” Tonks asked her lover as they sat on the sofa in the living room lacing up their trainers and listening to the row going on in the kitchen between the Potions Master and Hermione about who would drink the last cup of coffee.
The Aurors watched as a scowling Severus strode quickly from the kitchen, heading for the foyer and the front door.
“You want the last cup of coffee, Severus? Well, here!” came Hermione’s shrill voice.
A full cup of coffee was launched out of the kitchen door, flying toward the Professor. Without looking back, the Professor neatly ducked, the coffee cup crashing harmlessly into the wall and staining it with the rich, brown liquid.
“You’ll have to clean that up, Miss Granger,” Severus called back as he made for the front door, “Hopefully your cleaning skills are less sloppy than your fighting skills. I have no doubt you’d make a better maid than a soldier.”
A little scream from the kitchen followed his comment. The Professor smirked and exited headquarters, robes billowing.
Tonks and Kingsley looked at each other as an irate Hermione Granger stalked out of the kitchen, wand in hand, looking murderous. She saw the two Aurors sitting on the sofa watching her with amusement.
“Where is he? Where is the black-hearted bastard?” Hermione seethed, looking around.
“If you mean Severus,“ Tonks said, “He’s gone. Went out the front door.”
For a moment, it looked like Hermione was going to run outside after him. But then her shoulders slumped. She looked at the broken coffee cup on the floor at the base of the wall and the coffee stains, and quickly scourgified the mess. She looked blackly at the front door, and stalked back into the kitchen.
Kingsley looked after her for a moment, then looked at Tonks.
“How long have they been at this now?” he asked her in his deep, rich voice, his brow furrowed
“Three years,” Tonks replied, “Though I really think it started back at Hogwarts. I heard they used to have it out there all the time.”
Kingsley stood up, his muscular, six foot four inch frame towering over Tonks. He rubbed his black, bald head thoughtfully as he looked down at Tonks, noticing for the first time today that her spiked hair was actually not striped but had a bull’s eye pattern, the red center of which was in the top of her head. Tonks was a bit eccentric, but a hell of a good trainer/fighter.
“And lover,” Kingsley thought, grinning to himself as he remembered last night with the Auror. She had metamorphed an extra set of arms and hands during foreplay, and did things to him no woman had probably ever done to a man all at once before. He let out a long, slow breath, his brown eyes fixed on her.
“What?” Tonks asked, feeling his eyes on her and looking up, her eyebrows raised. The slim, hazel-eyed Auror had the mischievous face of a pixie. She always looked as if she were up to something. Which she usually was.
Kingsley smiled at her. “Just thinking,” he said.
He wouldn’t tell her he was thinking about last night. Tonks had a very high sex drive. So high, that Kingsley’s nickname for her was “Rabbit”. That’s how bad she was. One mention about last night and Tonks would have him back upstairs and between the sheets within ten minutes. Not that he would have minded, but they had training schedules to do.
“You know Tonks, three years is a long time. Maybe you should go talk to Hermione and help her see what’s really going on with her and Severus. Every summer they go at it, fighting from the first day Severus arrives until the day he leaves. They need to resolve this,” Kingsley said.
Tonks stood up, and her mouth quirked.
“Yeah, right. I’m just going to go into the kitchen and tell Hermione she needs to shag Severus,” Tonks said to the black Auror.
Kingsley could tell though, that the idea appealed to her. Tonks liked to shock people and start interesting situations. Telling Hermione she needed to fuck the Potions Master, was right up Tonks’ corridor.
“Why not. You’ve told people worse things,” Kingsley replied.
Tonks looked up at him. A sly expression washed over her face.
“All right. I’ll do it,” she said, “IF you tell Severus the same thing about Hermione.”
Kingsley’s brown eyes went wide.
“Severus would blow a torchlight,” Kingsley replied.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Tonks said, grinning at him.
Kingsley scowled. ”Of course I’m not scared. But you know how Severus is when it comes to his personal life,” he responded.
“Yeah, but this constant fighting between them affects everyone at Headquarters. They start first thing in the morning sometimes, waking everyone up. This is a public issue,” Tonks said, “Besides, I don’t think the man’s been laid in the past decade. It’s probably why he’s so fucking sour. It’s just not natural.”
“I don’t know, Tonks,” Kingsley said doubtfully.
He had always liked the dark, sarcastic Potions Master. He thought the wizard was one of the most courageous men he had ever met. It would be nice to see him happy…but if they tried to set this up, he knew that things would get a lot worse before they got better. Falling in love was often a battle for ordinary people, one that required concessions and compromises. With these two stubborn individuals, it was bound to be a war.
“All you have to do is put the idea in his head, Kingsley. Severus isn’t stupid. He’ll go in some dank, dark place and brood over it for a while, and figure it out for himself,“ Tonks said with the wisdom inherent in all females.
“How would I even approach him, Tonks?” Kingsley asked. This wasn’t a common subject after all..
“Just ask him did he ever stop to think that he fought with Hermione so much because he was attracted to her. Then run for cover,” Tonks grinned at him.
Kingsley still looked hesitant. But Tonks was now in matchmaker mode, and she was determined that this wheel would start rolling immediately. She knew how to push it downhill.
Tonks moved in very close to the black Auror and said in her most seductive voice, “If you talk to him, Kingsley, I’ll do the whole Durga fantasy you’ve been asking for. Multiple arms, the weapons, everything.”
Kingsley looked at her, his brown eyes glinting.
“Really?” he asked her.
Tonks nodded. She wasn’t above using sex as an incentive. And Kingsley wasn’t above falling for it.
Durga was an ancient Hindu Goddess, the Ultimate Warrior Goddess to be exact. She fought the cosmic bad guys when all the other gods had failed to beat them. The goddess had captured the Auror’s imagination years ago. He looked at Tonks hungrily.
“I’ll do it. Next time I see him,” Kingsley said, completely taken in.
“Good,” Tonks said, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek, “And when you do it, then we can talk Durga.”
The Auror smiled at his lover. Severus might get miffed, but hell, it would be worth the wrath of a thousand Potions Masters to wrestle (and overcome) Durga.
Tonks took on a business-like demeanor.
“All right, Kingsley, you go ahead and get started on the training schedule for next week, and I’ll go talk to Hermione,” she said, running her fingers through her hair, making it stand up even more.
“All right,” Kingsley responded. He was in a good mood as he headed for their office in the cellar. He had a fantasy to plan as well.
Tonks smirked after him. It was always too easy with that man. The Auror turned toward the kitchen and took a deep breath. With a rather evil grin, Tonks marched toward the door, and the unsuspecting witch behind it.
This was going to be fun.
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A/N: Ah, Kingsley and Tonks. Another of my fav AU couples. So, they have taken it upon themselves to put the bug in Hermione’s and Severus’ ears. That ought to be interesting. Especially Severus. Please review.
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