Eeee, a "drabble" of sorts
Brett and I were talking in the Jack in the Box and we shat out this. I absolutely love Remus and Tonks. They're the only het couple I'll bother to think about. (Also, homage to Arthur and Molly because they were made for each other.)
The Burrow was a bustle with morning activity. Everyone was gathered around the table except Molly and Arthur, who had mysteriously disappeared just as breakfast had begun.
Ron lifted a forkful of eggs to his mouth, but a distant moan made him shudder in disgust and drop it in a silent tantrum. “Gross. I can hear them…through the walls.” He contorted his face in a most unbecoming way.
“Stressful times…” Remus sighed, shaking a ketchup bottle over his eggs to no avail. He paused for a moment and allowed himself a glance over at Tonks, who had chosen that moment to steal a look at him. She turned away quickly and accidentally knocked over her glass of orange juice, at which point, the clog in Lupin’s ketchup bottle dislodged itself in a torrent over his eggs and the edge of his plate. Remus cursed under his breath as Tonks repaired the glass and awkwardly hunched over her plate to busy herself with her food. Hermione and Ginny burst into a fit of giggles and had to avoid eye contact to keep it together.
That tore it for Harry who, hating “old love”, let out a noise of exasperation and loudly excused himself from the table. Ron attempted to follow.
“Where are you guys off to?” Fred demanded, half jokingly. George cackled as his twin launched a piece of toast at Harry, which bounced off the back of his dark head and hit Ron in the shoulder.
“Piss off, you guys.” Ron muttered, brushing crumbs off his old sweater.
“Hey watch your language!” Remus reprimanded, gesturing harshly with his fork and flinging ketchup across the table. Hermione and Ginny slipped out the door ahead of the boys in the melee, whispering and snickering.
George elbowed Remus in the ribs, raucously shouting, “Kids today! Haven’t got a clue how stressful these times are! Eh, Remus?”
“Right?” Fred chimed in.
“Eh? Tonks? Remus?”
“Eh? Remus?”
“Yes, yes, it’s very stressful!” Lupin almost yelled, waving their inquiries away. He sank down into his chair, suddenly tired and finding it strangely difficult to look at Tonks, but before he could even hope to get comfortable, Fred and George stood up, scraping their chairs against the floor as noisily as they could manage.
“Well, looks like we’re done here.” Fred announced, gesturing to his half full plate.
Lupin, quickly becoming horrified at the thought of being alone with Tonks in these stressful, stressful times, practically shouted, “But you haven’t even finished breakfast! Here, have some more!” He began shoveling his ketchup-drenched eggs onto their plates.
“Naahhhh, we’re full.”
“Couldn’t eat another bite.” George patted his belly in mock satisfaction and Fred quickly followed suit. Tonks hunched even further over her plate, eating as fast as she could as she realized she was about to be left alone with Remus.
Fred waggled an eyebrow at Lupin and mouthed, “Go for it,” nodding his head over at Tonks. George gave him two thumbs up and grinned mischievously.
Lupin shook his head almost threateningly. I oughta slap that grin off your face, but Fred and George were already making their way out, gesticulating and making lewd faces.
Tonks and Remus ate in increasingly awkward silence, trying their damndest not to look at each other. Lupin cleared his throat. Anything to break the silence!
“Huh?” Tonks looked over at him expectantly but Remus couldn’t think of anything to say. He stumbled over his words for a couple seconds before settling on, “Uhh…umm…stressful times.”
Tonks laughed as if to say, “Oh Remus,” and leaned in. “Yea…stressful.” She quirked an eyebrow at him.
The ketchup medley fell off Lupin’s fork with a splat. He gave her a acknowledging half-smile. “Really, really stressful times…”
They stared unwaveringly at each other for a few seconds. Tonks began to repeat the sentiment but was interrupted by Remus shoving everything from the table and pulling her into his arms. She smiled into his frantic kiss. Maybe this time she could convince him he wasn’t too poor, too old, too dangerous.
***
Well, I love the idea if not the slightly awkward execution of it.
The Burrow was a bustle with morning activity. Everyone was gathered around the table except Molly and Arthur, who had mysteriously disappeared just as breakfast had begun.
Ron lifted a forkful of eggs to his mouth, but a distant moan made him shudder in disgust and drop it in a silent tantrum. “Gross. I can hear them…through the walls.” He contorted his face in a most unbecoming way.
“Stressful times…” Remus sighed, shaking a ketchup bottle over his eggs to no avail. He paused for a moment and allowed himself a glance over at Tonks, who had chosen that moment to steal a look at him. She turned away quickly and accidentally knocked over her glass of orange juice, at which point, the clog in Lupin’s ketchup bottle dislodged itself in a torrent over his eggs and the edge of his plate. Remus cursed under his breath as Tonks repaired the glass and awkwardly hunched over her plate to busy herself with her food. Hermione and Ginny burst into a fit of giggles and had to avoid eye contact to keep it together.
That tore it for Harry who, hating “old love”, let out a noise of exasperation and loudly excused himself from the table. Ron attempted to follow.
“Where are you guys off to?” Fred demanded, half jokingly. George cackled as his twin launched a piece of toast at Harry, which bounced off the back of his dark head and hit Ron in the shoulder.
“Piss off, you guys.” Ron muttered, brushing crumbs off his old sweater.
“Hey watch your language!” Remus reprimanded, gesturing harshly with his fork and flinging ketchup across the table. Hermione and Ginny slipped out the door ahead of the boys in the melee, whispering and snickering.
George elbowed Remus in the ribs, raucously shouting, “Kids today! Haven’t got a clue how stressful these times are! Eh, Remus?”
“Right?” Fred chimed in.
“Eh? Tonks? Remus?”
“Eh? Remus?”
“Yes, yes, it’s very stressful!” Lupin almost yelled, waving their inquiries away. He sank down into his chair, suddenly tired and finding it strangely difficult to look at Tonks, but before he could even hope to get comfortable, Fred and George stood up, scraping their chairs against the floor as noisily as they could manage.
“Well, looks like we’re done here.” Fred announced, gesturing to his half full plate.
Lupin, quickly becoming horrified at the thought of being alone with Tonks in these stressful, stressful times, practically shouted, “But you haven’t even finished breakfast! Here, have some more!” He began shoveling his ketchup-drenched eggs onto their plates.
“Naahhhh, we’re full.”
“Couldn’t eat another bite.” George patted his belly in mock satisfaction and Fred quickly followed suit. Tonks hunched even further over her plate, eating as fast as she could as she realized she was about to be left alone with Remus.
Fred waggled an eyebrow at Lupin and mouthed, “Go for it,” nodding his head over at Tonks. George gave him two thumbs up and grinned mischievously.
Lupin shook his head almost threateningly. I oughta slap that grin off your face, but Fred and George were already making their way out, gesticulating and making lewd faces.
Tonks and Remus ate in increasingly awkward silence, trying their damndest not to look at each other. Lupin cleared his throat. Anything to break the silence!
“Huh?” Tonks looked over at him expectantly but Remus couldn’t think of anything to say. He stumbled over his words for a couple seconds before settling on, “Uhh…umm…stressful times.”
Tonks laughed as if to say, “Oh Remus,” and leaned in. “Yea…stressful.” She quirked an eyebrow at him.
The ketchup medley fell off Lupin’s fork with a splat. He gave her a acknowledging half-smile. “Really, really stressful times…”
They stared unwaveringly at each other for a few seconds. Tonks began to repeat the sentiment but was interrupted by Remus shoving everything from the table and pulling her into his arms. She smiled into his frantic kiss. Maybe this time she could convince him he wasn’t too poor, too old, too dangerous.
***
Well, I love the idea if not the slightly awkward execution of it.