HP:: Never Enough [Andromeda/Ted::PG]
Author: Lina
Characters/Pairing: Ted Tonks/Andromeda Black; Andromeda POV
Prompt: Greed
Word Count: 351
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Economics. Thus the mathematical theme.
Many people have collections. Some people collect bottle caps, thimbles, ornamental spoons, and ugly porcelain kittens.
Andromeda Black collects kisses.
She’s kissed more people than most people have had conversations with. And she’s quite proud of that number. Two hundred and twelve.
It’s a very nice number. But still not quite enough. She wants more.
She has her Black heart set on Ted Tonks and she wants a kiss from him. She wants it as a trophy. A badge of honor and pride.
She wants to wear his kisses around her neck like a medal and wants to be able to kiss him whenever she pleases.
She sits in the library, Madame Pince watching her with her eagle eyes daring her to put a finely clad toe out of line, but Meda wouldn’t dare at this moment. She’s plotting her move. She’s watching Ted, who is sitting, unnoticed for the moment by the harpy-like librarian reading a muggle comic book, and she decides that he will be her prize.
She knows that he is enough of a challenge to keep her occupied and that if she can win him and keep him, she’ll never be bored again and that incentive is enough to make the game worthwhile.
When she finally gets her kiss from Ted that is worth being called a kiss (it was after she kissed her cousin Sirius’ best friend James, because she never forgets a kiss), she decides that one kiss is certainly not enough and will never be enough.
No, she wants another kiss from Ted Tonks. And another and another. A whole series of Ted kisses. A collection of them.
So she starts a new count of such things, a new tabulation, and sets her mind to that goal. She never tells Ted, but she can tell from his reaction that he doesn’t mind the fact that she no longer kisses anyone but him.
Her new collection now has a total of one hundred and eleven and she likes that number well enough, but she is still quite certain that it is most certainly not enough.
Characters/Pairing: Ted Tonks/Andromeda Black; Andromeda POV
Prompt: Greed
Word Count: 351
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Economics. Thus the mathematical theme.
Many people have collections. Some people collect bottle caps, thimbles, ornamental spoons, and ugly porcelain kittens.
Andromeda Black collects kisses.
She’s kissed more people than most people have had conversations with. And she’s quite proud of that number. Two hundred and twelve.
It’s a very nice number. But still not quite enough. She wants more.
She has her Black heart set on Ted Tonks and she wants a kiss from him. She wants it as a trophy. A badge of honor and pride.
She wants to wear his kisses around her neck like a medal and wants to be able to kiss him whenever she pleases.
She sits in the library, Madame Pince watching her with her eagle eyes daring her to put a finely clad toe out of line, but Meda wouldn’t dare at this moment. She’s plotting her move. She’s watching Ted, who is sitting, unnoticed for the moment by the harpy-like librarian reading a muggle comic book, and she decides that he will be her prize.
She knows that he is enough of a challenge to keep her occupied and that if she can win him and keep him, she’ll never be bored again and that incentive is enough to make the game worthwhile.
When she finally gets her kiss from Ted that is worth being called a kiss (it was after she kissed her cousin Sirius’ best friend James, because she never forgets a kiss), she decides that one kiss is certainly not enough and will never be enough.
No, she wants another kiss from Ted Tonks. And another and another. A whole series of Ted kisses. A collection of them.
So she starts a new count of such things, a new tabulation, and sets her mind to that goal. She never tells Ted, but she can tell from his reaction that he doesn’t mind the fact that she no longer kisses anyone but him.
Her new collection now has a total of one hundred and eleven and she likes that number well enough, but she is still quite certain that it is most certainly not enough.