Seven More Years
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Tonks was steaming mad by the time she returned to headquarters. The nerve of that man, to get all huffy with her over her own job. As though he actually cared one way or another, as long as he got laid. Storming past a few other people she headed up to his room, figuring he'd gone to ground there.
She was quite sure that everyone heard her pounding on his door and cursing at him to open the damned door and be a man about this.
The door remained closed, however.
"NO NO, TONKS. FEEL FREE TO RUN OFF TO MONTAGUE NOW OR SOMETHING, REALLY IT'S FINE!"
From the slur of his speech, it was obvious that he was drunk.
"What the HELL are you talking about? Open this door before I blow it down, you enormous arse." Tonks kept pounding with one hand, while pulling out her wand with the other. "Open this damned door, Bill Weasley or make sure you're not behind it."
She may be an Auror, but he was a cursebreaker.
That shield charm isn't budging until he says it is.
Tonks did her best, before throwing her hands up. "Bloody hell, what is the matter with you?"
She sat slumped against the damaged but still intact door and banged her head against it. "WOULD YOU TALK TO ME?!?!"
"NO."
Bill staggered off his bed, going to yell at the door. "And now besides making me narked off, you have hurt my door. Which is very precious to me."
"You're full of it Weasley. Open the damned door." Feeling spiteful, Tonks slapped up a few anti-Apparation wards around the area. "You're not going anywhere until you bloody well talk to me. Now stop being a child."
"Why would I want to go anywhere?" Bill said happily, sliding into a chair with his bottle. "My good friend Ogden and I are just fine, so run off and chase after Montague again, that's PERFECTLY FUCKING LOVELY."
"What the hell is your problem? I'm doing my job, you know. I get paid to do it. I chase Death Eaters. Sometimes, I get to blow things up. What's wrong with that?" Tonks was steaming mad and was considering setting his room on fire from the sides to drive him out.
Bill had thought of that. She couldn't get past the inflammable charms.
... it wasn't her fault she thought like the twins, really.
"OH, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MY PROBLEM IS. I MUST BE OUT OF MY MIND."
"CLEARLY!! I'M GLAD WE BOTH AGREE!" she bellowed in response. "BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE ON ABOUT."
Bill snorted. "Yeah, you wouldn't." It barely came through the door.
He glared into the fireplace, furious. Mostly with himself, though. Why did it bother him so much about Montague?
"I wouldn't what? Be lost in your madness? Clearly not, seeing as I'm sober and you're not. Quit drinking and let me in." Tonks began banging on the door again over her shoulder. "You're being a CHILD."
What had gotten into him?!
"I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT MATURE LIKE THAT TIT MONTAGUE. WHY DON'T YOU GO OFF AND SPEND TIME WITH HIM EH?" Bill scowled. He was out of booze. Rats.
"WHY WOULD I WANT TO?" What on earth? Tonks gave up banging with her hand and started using the back of her head. "YOU AREN'T MAKING ANY SENSE!"
"OH AREN'T I?" Bill threw a shoe at the door. "Why are you still here anyway? I'm not fucking you right now, why bother?"
"BECAUSE!" She was getting more than a bit tired of this. "YOU WON'T TELL ME WHAT THE PROBLEM IS. I thought we were friends."
"YEAH SO DID I!" He was getting tired of this. She didn't get it. Of course, neither did he, but she should as she was the sober one.
"Then why are you YELLING at me? Why am I out here banging on a door you won't open, you drunken sod?" Tonks had about reached her limit and was really ready to leave. He'd have to come out at some point.
Bill just scowled, saying nothing. He was angry, but he couldn't remember why, and her screaming was hurting his head. Finally he took down the ward. Maybe if she came inside she wouldn't scream as much.
It was really too bad she'd done so much damage to the door, as it flew open behind her and Tonks fell flat on her back when he removed the ward. It took her a minute to get herself gathered up and dusted off before going in and closing it behind her.
"Now would you tell me what is going on?"
"I told you what was wrong..." Bill grumbled, curling up more in his chair. "Montague."
"What about him?" Tonks moved to sit on the floor in front of him. "I've been chasing him for years, Bill. He's one of my primary assignments."
"Oh, right yes, primary assignments, very nice," Bill muttered, turning his back.
Desperate times and all of that. Tonks stood and shoved him back into his seat and sat on him, glaring down at him. "What has gotten into you?"
Bill stared at her with slightly uneven eyes. "... I have told you five times. Montague is what's gotten into me."
"Well, I never knew you liked boys like that, Bill." He was well and truly drunk.
Bill snorted, turning away. "Piss off. You know what I mean."
"No, really, I don't." Tonks grabbed his chin. "Why am I a horrible person for hunting down and failing to catch a Death Eater?"
Bill's eyes were burning. "Yeah, why do you spend so much time on that? It's so great, watching you chase after ANOTHER GUY ALL THE TIME."
"Is it the handcuffs, Bill? I can use them on you, if that would help. I can guarantee Montague isn't looking forward to having them on again. That's why he runs. It's not like we're having a mad affair." Tonks glared at him. "And if we were, what's it to you? Weren't you the one who was all about 'no strings'?"
Bill grumbled, turning away from her. She did have a point. But he didn't have a way to come back from it, and that was just annoying.
"Oh. So I can't do my job because it upsets you?" Tonks thwapped him on the back of the head lightly. "What on earth is wrong with you, Bill Weasley? Do you have any idea what you do want?"
"OW." Bill glares at her, pulling away. "Of course I know what I want! I want you to not have to deal with that fucknut!"
"It's my job to deal with him. Unless you plan to catch him for me, that's just life. I have a whole drawer devoted to him." She was glaring at him again. "Why does this bother you so much?"
Bill grumbled, pulling away. "... cause." He scowled a bit more, looking away. "I won't bring it up again. Since its life and all."
"I just wish I knew what had you so up in arms. I don't like it when you're mad at me." Tonks stood, patting him on the shoulder. "I guess I'll talk to you later, all right?"
"... didn't say I was mad at you," Bill muttered, still not looking at her.
"Then what? Would you talk to me?" She was going to hit him with something, she just knew it. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down. "What did I do?"
"YOU didn't do anything," Bill said, turning around to look at her again. "... just... wish you wouldn't let that creep get so close to you all the time."
"I don't particularly like it myself. He got me in the leg, little bastard," it still ached as a matter of fact. "I did give him a lovely black eye, however."
Bill looked down at her leg. "... he'd fuck you if he had the chance."
"Well, so would half the Death Eaters, if they caught a female Auror or Order member. It's a risk of the job." Tonks sighed. "Doesn't mean I'd lie down and spread, you know."
"... still don't want him near you," Bill muttered, scowling again.
Drunken men make no sense. That was very clear. "Well I don't either. I always feel like I need a shower afterwards. And stop scowling at me before I realign your teeth. This is all about you and nothing to do with me."
"... oh right," Bill said, remembering what it was and furious with her for not understanding. "Has NOTHING to do with you at all, no."
"Why are you mad at me? I'm the one who has been banging on your door for hours while you drank yourself insensible, just to figure this out. Maybe I should have just left." Or beaten him. She wasn't sure which.
"Because you don't get why I'm narked at you about Montague!!!" Bill scowled again, sort of furious that she hasn't gotten the hint. It's obvious enough to him, and he's pissed.
"Why are you narked at me about Montague?" she finally asked.
"Because... he... you should be avoiding him." He's trying to find the words, and the effort is obvious. "He's not... worth your time."
"What should I be spending all my time on then?" Might as well keep asking.
"... I dunno." Bill had internalized again, and he curled up in the chair.
Tonks sighed and gave up. "Come on. Let's get you to bed before you hurt yourself, okay?"
She offered him a hand up.
Bill ended up letting his face fall into the hand. "... my head hurts."
"Of course it does. You drank far too much. Give me your hand now and we'll get you a potion and into bed."
Bill put his hand in hers, letting her lead the way. He almost asked her to stay, but changed his mind.
Tonks led him over to his bed, helping him out of his clothes. He was going to be a hurting pup in the morning, and she wondered if he'd remember any of this. Being good-natured, she'd probably fix his door on her way out.
Bill fell into the bed after the clothes were off, sighing as his body finally relaxed. "... thank you. For not killing me."
"I'll do that tomorrow. When you'll remember it." Tonks dug around a bit and found a sobering potion and handed it to him. "You'll want that or you won't remember your own name in the morning, much less enough to know to start running when you see my face."
Bill used his teeth on the cork, then downed the potion, curling up under the coverlet. "Ok. Kill me tomorrow. Sleep now."
"Sleep now." Tonks tucked him in and left, stopping to fix the door on her way out.
And Bill snored into the night, not really aware of just how much he gave away.
Tonks was steaming mad by the time she returned to headquarters. The nerve of that man, to get all huffy with her over her own job. As though he actually cared one way or another, as long as he got laid. Storming past a few other people she headed up to his room, figuring he'd gone to ground there.
She was quite sure that everyone heard her pounding on his door and cursing at him to open the damned door and be a man about this.
The door remained closed, however.
"NO NO, TONKS. FEEL FREE TO RUN OFF TO MONTAGUE NOW OR SOMETHING, REALLY IT'S FINE!"
From the slur of his speech, it was obvious that he was drunk.
"What the HELL are you talking about? Open this door before I blow it down, you enormous arse." Tonks kept pounding with one hand, while pulling out her wand with the other. "Open this damned door, Bill Weasley or make sure you're not behind it."
She may be an Auror, but he was a cursebreaker.
That shield charm isn't budging until he says it is.
Tonks did her best, before throwing her hands up. "Bloody hell, what is the matter with you?"
She sat slumped against the damaged but still intact door and banged her head against it. "WOULD YOU TALK TO ME?!?!"
"NO."
Bill staggered off his bed, going to yell at the door. "And now besides making me narked off, you have hurt my door. Which is very precious to me."
"You're full of it Weasley. Open the damned door." Feeling spiteful, Tonks slapped up a few anti-Apparation wards around the area. "You're not going anywhere until you bloody well talk to me. Now stop being a child."
"Why would I want to go anywhere?" Bill said happily, sliding into a chair with his bottle. "My good friend Ogden and I are just fine, so run off and chase after Montague again, that's PERFECTLY FUCKING LOVELY."
"What the hell is your problem? I'm doing my job, you know. I get paid to do it. I chase Death Eaters. Sometimes, I get to blow things up. What's wrong with that?" Tonks was steaming mad and was considering setting his room on fire from the sides to drive him out.
Bill had thought of that. She couldn't get past the inflammable charms.
... it wasn't her fault she thought like the twins, really.
"OH, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MY PROBLEM IS. I MUST BE OUT OF MY MIND."
"CLEARLY!! I'M GLAD WE BOTH AGREE!" she bellowed in response. "BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE ON ABOUT."
Bill snorted. "Yeah, you wouldn't." It barely came through the door.
He glared into the fireplace, furious. Mostly with himself, though. Why did it bother him so much about Montague?
"I wouldn't what? Be lost in your madness? Clearly not, seeing as I'm sober and you're not. Quit drinking and let me in." Tonks began banging on the door again over her shoulder. "You're being a CHILD."
What had gotten into him?!
"I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT MATURE LIKE THAT TIT MONTAGUE. WHY DON'T YOU GO OFF AND SPEND TIME WITH HIM EH?" Bill scowled. He was out of booze. Rats.
"WHY WOULD I WANT TO?" What on earth? Tonks gave up banging with her hand and started using the back of her head. "YOU AREN'T MAKING ANY SENSE!"
"OH AREN'T I?" Bill threw a shoe at the door. "Why are you still here anyway? I'm not fucking you right now, why bother?"
"BECAUSE!" She was getting more than a bit tired of this. "YOU WON'T TELL ME WHAT THE PROBLEM IS. I thought we were friends."
"YEAH SO DID I!" He was getting tired of this. She didn't get it. Of course, neither did he, but she should as she was the sober one.
"Then why are you YELLING at me? Why am I out here banging on a door you won't open, you drunken sod?" Tonks had about reached her limit and was really ready to leave. He'd have to come out at some point.
Bill just scowled, saying nothing. He was angry, but he couldn't remember why, and her screaming was hurting his head. Finally he took down the ward. Maybe if she came inside she wouldn't scream as much.
It was really too bad she'd done so much damage to the door, as it flew open behind her and Tonks fell flat on her back when he removed the ward. It took her a minute to get herself gathered up and dusted off before going in and closing it behind her.
"Now would you tell me what is going on?"
"I told you what was wrong..." Bill grumbled, curling up more in his chair. "Montague."
"What about him?" Tonks moved to sit on the floor in front of him. "I've been chasing him for years, Bill. He's one of my primary assignments."
"Oh, right yes, primary assignments, very nice," Bill muttered, turning his back.
Desperate times and all of that. Tonks stood and shoved him back into his seat and sat on him, glaring down at him. "What has gotten into you?"
Bill stared at her with slightly uneven eyes. "... I have told you five times. Montague is what's gotten into me."
"Well, I never knew you liked boys like that, Bill." He was well and truly drunk.
Bill snorted, turning away. "Piss off. You know what I mean."
"No, really, I don't." Tonks grabbed his chin. "Why am I a horrible person for hunting down and failing to catch a Death Eater?"
Bill's eyes were burning. "Yeah, why do you spend so much time on that? It's so great, watching you chase after ANOTHER GUY ALL THE TIME."
"Is it the handcuffs, Bill? I can use them on you, if that would help. I can guarantee Montague isn't looking forward to having them on again. That's why he runs. It's not like we're having a mad affair." Tonks glared at him. "And if we were, what's it to you? Weren't you the one who was all about 'no strings'?"
Bill grumbled, turning away from her. She did have a point. But he didn't have a way to come back from it, and that was just annoying.
"Oh. So I can't do my job because it upsets you?" Tonks thwapped him on the back of the head lightly. "What on earth is wrong with you, Bill Weasley? Do you have any idea what you do want?"
"OW." Bill glares at her, pulling away. "Of course I know what I want! I want you to not have to deal with that fucknut!"
"It's my job to deal with him. Unless you plan to catch him for me, that's just life. I have a whole drawer devoted to him." She was glaring at him again. "Why does this bother you so much?"
Bill grumbled, pulling away. "... cause." He scowled a bit more, looking away. "I won't bring it up again. Since its life and all."
"I just wish I knew what had you so up in arms. I don't like it when you're mad at me." Tonks stood, patting him on the shoulder. "I guess I'll talk to you later, all right?"
"... didn't say I was mad at you," Bill muttered, still not looking at her.
"Then what? Would you talk to me?" She was going to hit him with something, she just knew it. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down. "What did I do?"
"YOU didn't do anything," Bill said, turning around to look at her again. "... just... wish you wouldn't let that creep get so close to you all the time."
"I don't particularly like it myself. He got me in the leg, little bastard," it still ached as a matter of fact. "I did give him a lovely black eye, however."
Bill looked down at her leg. "... he'd fuck you if he had the chance."
"Well, so would half the Death Eaters, if they caught a female Auror or Order member. It's a risk of the job." Tonks sighed. "Doesn't mean I'd lie down and spread, you know."
"... still don't want him near you," Bill muttered, scowling again.
Drunken men make no sense. That was very clear. "Well I don't either. I always feel like I need a shower afterwards. And stop scowling at me before I realign your teeth. This is all about you and nothing to do with me."
"... oh right," Bill said, remembering what it was and furious with her for not understanding. "Has NOTHING to do with you at all, no."
"Why are you mad at me? I'm the one who has been banging on your door for hours while you drank yourself insensible, just to figure this out. Maybe I should have just left." Or beaten him. She wasn't sure which.
"Because you don't get why I'm narked at you about Montague!!!" Bill scowled again, sort of furious that she hasn't gotten the hint. It's obvious enough to him, and he's pissed.
"Why are you narked at me about Montague?" she finally asked.
"Because... he... you should be avoiding him." He's trying to find the words, and the effort is obvious. "He's not... worth your time."
"What should I be spending all my time on then?" Might as well keep asking.
"... I dunno." Bill had internalized again, and he curled up in the chair.
Tonks sighed and gave up. "Come on. Let's get you to bed before you hurt yourself, okay?"
She offered him a hand up.
Bill ended up letting his face fall into the hand. "... my head hurts."
"Of course it does. You drank far too much. Give me your hand now and we'll get you a potion and into bed."
Bill put his hand in hers, letting her lead the way. He almost asked her to stay, but changed his mind.
Tonks led him over to his bed, helping him out of his clothes. He was going to be a hurting pup in the morning, and she wondered if he'd remember any of this. Being good-natured, she'd probably fix his door on her way out.
Bill fell into the bed after the clothes were off, sighing as his body finally relaxed. "... thank you. For not killing me."
"I'll do that tomorrow. When you'll remember it." Tonks dug around a bit and found a sobering potion and handed it to him. "You'll want that or you won't remember your own name in the morning, much less enough to know to start running when you see my face."
Bill used his teeth on the cork, then downed the potion, curling up under the coverlet. "Ok. Kill me tomorrow. Sleep now."
"Sleep now." Tonks tucked him in and left, stopping to fix the door on her way out.
And Bill snored into the night, not really aware of just how much he gave away.