Seven: Enter Diggory, the Wombat (aka Darien)
Rating: NC-17 for sex and wombats
Tonks really tried to sneak in, her guest tucked firmly under her arm. Although it probably would have been difficult to hide the wombat for long, she had hoped that if he were firmly established in the house before Bill noticed him, the chances of eviction would be smaller.
He was, after all a Death Eater wombat, or at least rescued from them. He was just so adorable, and he'd latched onto her at the shelter and refused to let anyone else touch him.
Bill was snoozing on the sofa, the Prophet spread over his face. Last night's op had been long, and annoying. As he didn't get to do much but stare at a building for hours, watching who came and went.
But that didn't mean he wasn't still knackered by it.
Tonks peered in and saw him lying there. Good, he was out of it. She snuck past him, large furry wombat in her arms. Unfortunately, the new pet took one look at the man and threw a fit, squealing and squirming in her arms, making an enormous fuss.
Finally she had to drop him, at which point he made straight for Bill, an evil look in his eyes.
Bill looked up groggily, blinking as something... someTHING started straight for his face. With a very manly shout of an explicitve, he pulled out his wand.
Tonks threw herself forward in front of his wand, grabbing for the wombat again. The poor thing was clearly upset for some reason, but she didn't want Bill hexing it either. Really, you'd think a man would have more sense than to hex a poor, defenseless creature.
"Don't you dare! He's been through enough already you brute." Tonks picked up the squirming animal again and held him close. She could swear he looked downright smug.
Bill blinked up at her, confused as hell.
"... he was about to scratch my eyes out!" His eyes were huge, and glaring at the... "... and what the hell is he anyway?"
"He most certainly was not. Clearly he thought you were going to hurt me or something." Tonks sat down on the floor with Diggory in her lap, petting him soothingly. He made happy little grunting wombat noises and seemed to be determined to show Bill what he thought of him by wiggling his arse in the man's direction.
"He's a wombat. I rescued him from Montague and Zabini when I raided their house. The poor thing was just sitting there. Took him to the shelter and he was near hysterical. Latched onto me and wouldn't let go." Tonks cooed over the odd-looking creature. "Isn't he adorable?"
Bill could argue that no, it was uglier than sin. But he decided it wasn't worth it. He did like sex a whole lot.
"... poor guy," he did say though. Anything bad was forgiven if the guy had to put up with those two.
Tonks gave him a suspicious look, quite sure there was a lot he wasn't saying. "I decided to bring him home. Poor abused love needs some love and care. Look at how upset he was, just seeing another man."
Looking down, the wombat clearly wasn't nearly as upset as he had been, instead having settled in her lap and pressed his nose to her chest. He seemed pretty content now.
"Can I keep him?"
Again, the promise of sex for being an understanding boyfriend was what won out.
"Of course you can. Like you said, he needs some love and care."
"See, Diggory? I told you he wouldn't mind." Tonks scritched the wombat under his chin happily. "We should get you some food."
She was amused how quickly the animal moved at the sound of the word food, although it almost seemed as though he paused to look down her shirt when he popped the top few buttons in his rush. But really, he was a wombat. Shaking her head, she pulled out the bag of grass and root clippings the shelter had given her for him, holding out a handful.
He looked at her in absolute disgust, making grumbling noises, before giving in and chewing unhappily.
"Missed the bloody bastards again. I swear they have 'Nymphadora' detectors they wear everywhere." Tonks was quite put out about that. Diggory seemed to groan in agreement with her.
Bill crawled off the couch, next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You'll get them yet, love. You're the best."
He wrinkled his nose. "And for god's sake, let's get him something decent to nosh on, fuck..."
"Look, this is what the clinic said to feed him." Tonks relaxed against him happily. "Do you have any better suggestions."
She stuck out a boot just in time to keep Diggory from biting Bill, apparently having decided he highly resented Bill's feet. She was quite amused at the fact that he'd even bared his little teeth in anger.
"C'mon now sweeting," she cooed at him. "Eat up."
"Oi!" Bill protested, moving his legs back quickly. "I'm trying to help you!"
Tonks sighed and reached into her bag, pulling out a chocolate biscuit and tossing it to the wombat. It distracted him more than adequately for the moment. "He seems to have a fondness for sweets, and a dislike of you, love."
Grinning up at him, she kissed him hello, having missed him all day.
Bill sighed, but kissed her back of course. "If he dislikes me, we're not going to have nearly the sex life we used to."
The happy noise Diggory made all of a sudden made Tonks laugh. "I think he'd like that, but I'm sure we'll find a way. I mean really, it's not as if he can jump up on the bed or anything now. Look at his stubby little legs."
Bill growled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"... I'm disliking the little furball more every second."
She grinned and kissed him again, keeping her foot out to keep Diggory from charging. This would have to be her wombat pair of boots at this rate, the way he was chewing on them. Tossing another biscuit distracted him.
"Maybe we should get him a crate."
Bill kissed her back, flipping the little creature the bird as he did so. "I could ward the backyard. Then you could visit him whenever you wanted, and I wouldn't have to."
"Let's see how he does in the house first, shall we? I'd hate to put him outside all alone." Tonks reached down and scritched the wombat again. "He's really such a love when he's treated right."
Bill grumbled. "I wanted to treat him right! That grass looks gross. And then the little bastard tries to eat my face."
"Your feet love, your feet." She yawned, slouching against him now. "I'm beat. Between the raid, the shelter and getting him home, I think I'm nearly done in."
Tonks gave in to the wombat and tossed the entire box of biscuits to him to keep him happy.
Bill picked her up in his arms, nuzzling at her neck. Let's see the wombat try and do THIS.
"Well, then it's time to sleep, don't you think?"
"I do," she answered, letting him carry her to bed, and giggling a bit at the sight of Diggory waddling behind them, outraged and nipping at Bill's heels. "I really think you're going to have to make friends with him love. It must be a male dominance thing."
"That or Montague had him tearing up pictures of me," Bill muttered, grabbing a sweet out of his pocket and flicking it at him.
"Don't care though. Want to hold you more right now than make friends with a wombat."
"Entirely possible. He really doesn't like you for some reason." The wombat seemed to be making sounds of agreement in the background, muffled by the stickiness of the treat.
Tonks squealed a bit when she was dropped onto the bed.
Bill crawled atop her, nuzzling between her breasts with a grin. "Well, we'll just have to make him tear up some of Montague. And he can see how happy I make you. That'll fix it."
From the outraged sounds on the floor, the wombat clearly wasn't terribly happy being left down there. Either that or he had a splendid sense of comprehension. "You do that love, if it makes you happy. I figured I'd take him to work with me to keep him out of trouble."
Her fingers made quick work of his shirt, tossing it to the side.
Bill purposefully made sure that his trousers covered the little rodent, and he nipped at her skin.
"Might not be the worst idea you ever had there, love."
Tonks considered warning him about Diggory's chewing fetish, but got distracted by the nipping and promptly forgot. Instead, she made sure her own clothes went flying to the other side of the bed, away from the wombat.
"I have a really good idea right now," she murmured, reaching down and wrapping a hand around him.
He really didn't like those trousers anyway.
"I would think you did, pet," he growled, thrusting his hips against her hand.
"I seem to get all kinds of wicked ideas around you," she teased, tugging at him gently. "Care to indulge me?"
"Always," he growled against her neck, licking the skin there. "Tell me what's on your mind, pet?"
... although if it involved the wombat, he'd be forced to run for the hills.
"Honestly, I just figured you could shag me senseless. I hadn't thought farther than that, unless you wanted to negotiate positions?" Of course, sliding down his body beneath him just so she could lick and tease him was a bit wicked.
"Well you sounded as if you had a particular one in mind!" Bill protested, grinning and rolling onto his back. She hadn't done this for quite a long time.
Tonks ignored the sound of tearing cloth in little teeth and and followed Bill, deciding a bit of fun was in order after all. So she tackled him with her mouth, taking him in all at once and listening to him cry out, while swinging her hips over his face, straddling it.
Oh, now that was very nice. Putting his tongue and fingers to work, he suckled her, using his fingers to probe as deeply as he dared. After all, might edge her on to new great heights, and take him along for the ride as well.
Tonks was loving this, both the joy of pleasuring him so thoroughly and the feel of him working so hard to pleasure her. Frequent moans vibrated around him as she took him in over and over, and her hips shifted constantly over his mouth, unable to resist adding the friction of his stubble to the experience.
Bill moved his jaw a bit more than he usually would, knowing what she was trying to get anyway. He couldn't help a groan, as her nose was practically against his skin at this point. How was she managing it?
Fuck it. He didn't care.
It was all she could do not to giggle when she looked up and saw a disgruntled face peering at her from the foot of the bed, a look of absolute disgust on it's face. When it disappeared, she refocused and applied all of her skills in her effort to bring him off spectacularly, especially given how close she was.
Forget that, the fact that she was there. Crying out with him so deep in her throat was straining but necessary as she went.
Bill didn't notice it, obviously, for he had far more pleasurable at hand. And mouth. Using every trick he knew, he tried to make her scream. His own could wait.
Teach that wombat who was boss.
She had to pull back, finally, to let it out. Crying out his name as he fell from her mouth she started shaking over him, her knees going weak.
Bill just smirked, adding another finger. He was not about to give up now.
Tonks was going to faint, she was quite sure of it, as he drove her on again. It took very little this time, and she sank her teeth into his hip as she went, collapsing over him. She'd be damned if she could move herself at that point.
Bill just smiled, picking her up like she weighed nothing and holding her against him. He could wait for a bit.
Tonks lay on him, arm dangling off the side of the bed in her euphoria. Right up until it was assaulted by a stubby snout and teeth. Then she squeaked and rolled the other way.
Bill smirked, throwing a pillow down for it to dismantle. He could fix it later.
"Take it you liked that then?"
Tonks simply moaned her agreement, smiling lazily.
Bill smiled too, holding her tight.
Ignoring his own need.
Quite effectively, actually.
Tonks was having none of that, however. Reaching down, she replicated her tugging of earlier, and gave him a demanding stare. She might not be able to speak, but that didn't mean she was going to leave him like this.
Bill groaned outright, then looked up at her, shaking his head. "No, Nymph... you don't... ah!"
Glaring at him, she gave in and found a bit of energy left somewhere in her, crawling back on top of him. Leaning down to kiss him, she slid down and took him in, moaning at how sensitive she was.
Bill was, always, first a Weasley. And she was libile to hurt something.
"That's not what I - FUCK! - meant, and you know it!"
Tonks simply glared at him and slapped his hip encouragingly, before grinning at him. Really, he was taking his dear sweet time about this.
Well, when in Rome.
Bill reached out, rubbing her clit hard so that she'd fall over yet a third time, wanting her there with him at the peak. "C'mon, Nymph... fuck yes..."
It took another moment or two, and she was there really, collapsing against him and crying out one last time.
And with her was Bill, screaming her name with a final arch before tugging her back down to him almost despirately.
"Love you," he murmured.
"Love you too," she sighed, and then laughed at the sound of an indignant squeal from the floor and the sight of feathers flying through the air. "Clearly he's managed to kill it."
Reaching out for her wand, she lazily levitated the wombat onto the bed. "Be good, Diggory or I'll shut you in the loo."
Bill just snickered, reaching out to skritch the thing behind its ears.
He did seem to like him a touch better now.
"Well, it's all right. I hated that pillow anyway."
Tonks settled in for the night, petting the wombat and cuddling against Bill. Just as they seemed to be drifting off to sleep, she felt a cold nose on parts she never should have. Moving a bit, she laughed as the wombat wedged between them and seemed to push her away from Bill before settling in on the small of her back.
Bill glared at the little rodent.
"Oh no you don't. That's MY spot." He showed the thing a mark on her skin there. "See? MINE."
The wombat simply belched loudly in Bill's direction and settled in, placing a large paw on Tonks' arse. He then proceeded to ignore the big noisy man.
"Leave him be love, he's probably just feeling insecure. By tomorrow, I'm sure he'll be fine and happy to sleep elsewhere. He's had a rough night, you know." Tonks smiled at him winningly.
Bill, however, was not fooled.
He picked up the wombat and threw him in front of Tonks, then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her flat against him. "No. That's a bad, stupid Diggory."
Tonks grumbled at him about abusing her pet and pulled Diggory up to cuddle him. He seemed just as happy to have this side of her in the end, although he snapped at Bill's fingers a few times out of spite.
"That's a love. Such a sweet boy you are."
Bill grumbled right back, stroking her stomach with his fingers. Honestly. Abused HIM more like it.
Still, sleep was sounding just about right.
Tonks was well on her way to sleep, Bill behind her and Diggory in front. It was warm and comfortable, if a bit odd. Still, both the boys seemed happy enough to not fight, at least for now.
Tonks really tried to sneak in, her guest tucked firmly under her arm. Although it probably would have been difficult to hide the wombat for long, she had hoped that if he were firmly established in the house before Bill noticed him, the chances of eviction would be smaller.
He was, after all a Death Eater wombat, or at least rescued from them. He was just so adorable, and he'd latched onto her at the shelter and refused to let anyone else touch him.
Bill was snoozing on the sofa, the Prophet spread over his face. Last night's op had been long, and annoying. As he didn't get to do much but stare at a building for hours, watching who came and went.
But that didn't mean he wasn't still knackered by it.
Tonks peered in and saw him lying there. Good, he was out of it. She snuck past him, large furry wombat in her arms. Unfortunately, the new pet took one look at the man and threw a fit, squealing and squirming in her arms, making an enormous fuss.
Finally she had to drop him, at which point he made straight for Bill, an evil look in his eyes.
Bill looked up groggily, blinking as something... someTHING started straight for his face. With a very manly shout of an explicitve, he pulled out his wand.
Tonks threw herself forward in front of his wand, grabbing for the wombat again. The poor thing was clearly upset for some reason, but she didn't want Bill hexing it either. Really, you'd think a man would have more sense than to hex a poor, defenseless creature.
"Don't you dare! He's been through enough already you brute." Tonks picked up the squirming animal again and held him close. She could swear he looked downright smug.
Bill blinked up at her, confused as hell.
"... he was about to scratch my eyes out!" His eyes were huge, and glaring at the... "... and what the hell is he anyway?"
"He most certainly was not. Clearly he thought you were going to hurt me or something." Tonks sat down on the floor with Diggory in her lap, petting him soothingly. He made happy little grunting wombat noises and seemed to be determined to show Bill what he thought of him by wiggling his arse in the man's direction.
"He's a wombat. I rescued him from Montague and Zabini when I raided their house. The poor thing was just sitting there. Took him to the shelter and he was near hysterical. Latched onto me and wouldn't let go." Tonks cooed over the odd-looking creature. "Isn't he adorable?"
Bill could argue that no, it was uglier than sin. But he decided it wasn't worth it. He did like sex a whole lot.
"... poor guy," he did say though. Anything bad was forgiven if the guy had to put up with those two.
Tonks gave him a suspicious look, quite sure there was a lot he wasn't saying. "I decided to bring him home. Poor abused love needs some love and care. Look at how upset he was, just seeing another man."
Looking down, the wombat clearly wasn't nearly as upset as he had been, instead having settled in her lap and pressed his nose to her chest. He seemed pretty content now.
"Can I keep him?"
Again, the promise of sex for being an understanding boyfriend was what won out.
"Of course you can. Like you said, he needs some love and care."
"See, Diggory? I told you he wouldn't mind." Tonks scritched the wombat under his chin happily. "We should get you some food."
She was amused how quickly the animal moved at the sound of the word food, although it almost seemed as though he paused to look down her shirt when he popped the top few buttons in his rush. But really, he was a wombat. Shaking her head, she pulled out the bag of grass and root clippings the shelter had given her for him, holding out a handful.
He looked at her in absolute disgust, making grumbling noises, before giving in and chewing unhappily.
"Missed the bloody bastards again. I swear they have 'Nymphadora' detectors they wear everywhere." Tonks was quite put out about that. Diggory seemed to groan in agreement with her.
Bill crawled off the couch, next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You'll get them yet, love. You're the best."
He wrinkled his nose. "And for god's sake, let's get him something decent to nosh on, fuck..."
"Look, this is what the clinic said to feed him." Tonks relaxed against him happily. "Do you have any better suggestions."
She stuck out a boot just in time to keep Diggory from biting Bill, apparently having decided he highly resented Bill's feet. She was quite amused at the fact that he'd even bared his little teeth in anger.
"C'mon now sweeting," she cooed at him. "Eat up."
"Oi!" Bill protested, moving his legs back quickly. "I'm trying to help you!"
Tonks sighed and reached into her bag, pulling out a chocolate biscuit and tossing it to the wombat. It distracted him more than adequately for the moment. "He seems to have a fondness for sweets, and a dislike of you, love."
Grinning up at him, she kissed him hello, having missed him all day.
Bill sighed, but kissed her back of course. "If he dislikes me, we're not going to have nearly the sex life we used to."
The happy noise Diggory made all of a sudden made Tonks laugh. "I think he'd like that, but I'm sure we'll find a way. I mean really, it's not as if he can jump up on the bed or anything now. Look at his stubby little legs."
Bill growled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"... I'm disliking the little furball more every second."
She grinned and kissed him again, keeping her foot out to keep Diggory from charging. This would have to be her wombat pair of boots at this rate, the way he was chewing on them. Tossing another biscuit distracted him.
"Maybe we should get him a crate."
Bill kissed her back, flipping the little creature the bird as he did so. "I could ward the backyard. Then you could visit him whenever you wanted, and I wouldn't have to."
"Let's see how he does in the house first, shall we? I'd hate to put him outside all alone." Tonks reached down and scritched the wombat again. "He's really such a love when he's treated right."
Bill grumbled. "I wanted to treat him right! That grass looks gross. And then the little bastard tries to eat my face."
"Your feet love, your feet." She yawned, slouching against him now. "I'm beat. Between the raid, the shelter and getting him home, I think I'm nearly done in."
Tonks gave in to the wombat and tossed the entire box of biscuits to him to keep him happy.
Bill picked her up in his arms, nuzzling at her neck. Let's see the wombat try and do THIS.
"Well, then it's time to sleep, don't you think?"
"I do," she answered, letting him carry her to bed, and giggling a bit at the sight of Diggory waddling behind them, outraged and nipping at Bill's heels. "I really think you're going to have to make friends with him love. It must be a male dominance thing."
"That or Montague had him tearing up pictures of me," Bill muttered, grabbing a sweet out of his pocket and flicking it at him.
"Don't care though. Want to hold you more right now than make friends with a wombat."
"Entirely possible. He really doesn't like you for some reason." The wombat seemed to be making sounds of agreement in the background, muffled by the stickiness of the treat.
Tonks squealed a bit when she was dropped onto the bed.
Bill crawled atop her, nuzzling between her breasts with a grin. "Well, we'll just have to make him tear up some of Montague. And he can see how happy I make you. That'll fix it."
From the outraged sounds on the floor, the wombat clearly wasn't terribly happy being left down there. Either that or he had a splendid sense of comprehension. "You do that love, if it makes you happy. I figured I'd take him to work with me to keep him out of trouble."
Her fingers made quick work of his shirt, tossing it to the side.
Bill purposefully made sure that his trousers covered the little rodent, and he nipped at her skin.
"Might not be the worst idea you ever had there, love."
Tonks considered warning him about Diggory's chewing fetish, but got distracted by the nipping and promptly forgot. Instead, she made sure her own clothes went flying to the other side of the bed, away from the wombat.
"I have a really good idea right now," she murmured, reaching down and wrapping a hand around him.
He really didn't like those trousers anyway.
"I would think you did, pet," he growled, thrusting his hips against her hand.
"I seem to get all kinds of wicked ideas around you," she teased, tugging at him gently. "Care to indulge me?"
"Always," he growled against her neck, licking the skin there. "Tell me what's on your mind, pet?"
... although if it involved the wombat, he'd be forced to run for the hills.
"Honestly, I just figured you could shag me senseless. I hadn't thought farther than that, unless you wanted to negotiate positions?" Of course, sliding down his body beneath him just so she could lick and tease him was a bit wicked.
"Well you sounded as if you had a particular one in mind!" Bill protested, grinning and rolling onto his back. She hadn't done this for quite a long time.
Tonks ignored the sound of tearing cloth in little teeth and and followed Bill, deciding a bit of fun was in order after all. So she tackled him with her mouth, taking him in all at once and listening to him cry out, while swinging her hips over his face, straddling it.
Oh, now that was very nice. Putting his tongue and fingers to work, he suckled her, using his fingers to probe as deeply as he dared. After all, might edge her on to new great heights, and take him along for the ride as well.
Tonks was loving this, both the joy of pleasuring him so thoroughly and the feel of him working so hard to pleasure her. Frequent moans vibrated around him as she took him in over and over, and her hips shifted constantly over his mouth, unable to resist adding the friction of his stubble to the experience.
Bill moved his jaw a bit more than he usually would, knowing what she was trying to get anyway. He couldn't help a groan, as her nose was practically against his skin at this point. How was she managing it?
Fuck it. He didn't care.
It was all she could do not to giggle when she looked up and saw a disgruntled face peering at her from the foot of the bed, a look of absolute disgust on it's face. When it disappeared, she refocused and applied all of her skills in her effort to bring him off spectacularly, especially given how close she was.
Forget that, the fact that she was there. Crying out with him so deep in her throat was straining but necessary as she went.
Bill didn't notice it, obviously, for he had far more pleasurable at hand. And mouth. Using every trick he knew, he tried to make her scream. His own could wait.
Teach that wombat who was boss.
She had to pull back, finally, to let it out. Crying out his name as he fell from her mouth she started shaking over him, her knees going weak.
Bill just smirked, adding another finger. He was not about to give up now.
Tonks was going to faint, she was quite sure of it, as he drove her on again. It took very little this time, and she sank her teeth into his hip as she went, collapsing over him. She'd be damned if she could move herself at that point.
Bill just smiled, picking her up like she weighed nothing and holding her against him. He could wait for a bit.
Tonks lay on him, arm dangling off the side of the bed in her euphoria. Right up until it was assaulted by a stubby snout and teeth. Then she squeaked and rolled the other way.
Bill smirked, throwing a pillow down for it to dismantle. He could fix it later.
"Take it you liked that then?"
Tonks simply moaned her agreement, smiling lazily.
Bill smiled too, holding her tight.
Ignoring his own need.
Quite effectively, actually.
Tonks was having none of that, however. Reaching down, she replicated her tugging of earlier, and gave him a demanding stare. She might not be able to speak, but that didn't mean she was going to leave him like this.
Bill groaned outright, then looked up at her, shaking his head. "No, Nymph... you don't... ah!"
Glaring at him, she gave in and found a bit of energy left somewhere in her, crawling back on top of him. Leaning down to kiss him, she slid down and took him in, moaning at how sensitive she was.
Bill was, always, first a Weasley. And she was libile to hurt something.
"That's not what I - FUCK! - meant, and you know it!"
Tonks simply glared at him and slapped his hip encouragingly, before grinning at him. Really, he was taking his dear sweet time about this.
Well, when in Rome.
Bill reached out, rubbing her clit hard so that she'd fall over yet a third time, wanting her there with him at the peak. "C'mon, Nymph... fuck yes..."
It took another moment or two, and she was there really, collapsing against him and crying out one last time.
And with her was Bill, screaming her name with a final arch before tugging her back down to him almost despirately.
"Love you," he murmured.
"Love you too," she sighed, and then laughed at the sound of an indignant squeal from the floor and the sight of feathers flying through the air. "Clearly he's managed to kill it."
Reaching out for her wand, she lazily levitated the wombat onto the bed. "Be good, Diggory or I'll shut you in the loo."
Bill just snickered, reaching out to skritch the thing behind its ears.
He did seem to like him a touch better now.
"Well, it's all right. I hated that pillow anyway."
Tonks settled in for the night, petting the wombat and cuddling against Bill. Just as they seemed to be drifting off to sleep, she felt a cold nose on parts she never should have. Moving a bit, she laughed as the wombat wedged between them and seemed to push her away from Bill before settling in on the small of her back.
Bill glared at the little rodent.
"Oh no you don't. That's MY spot." He showed the thing a mark on her skin there. "See? MINE."
The wombat simply belched loudly in Bill's direction and settled in, placing a large paw on Tonks' arse. He then proceeded to ignore the big noisy man.
"Leave him be love, he's probably just feeling insecure. By tomorrow, I'm sure he'll be fine and happy to sleep elsewhere. He's had a rough night, you know." Tonks smiled at him winningly.
Bill, however, was not fooled.
He picked up the wombat and threw him in front of Tonks, then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her flat against him. "No. That's a bad, stupid Diggory."
Tonks grumbled at him about abusing her pet and pulled Diggory up to cuddle him. He seemed just as happy to have this side of her in the end, although he snapped at Bill's fingers a few times out of spite.
"That's a love. Such a sweet boy you are."
Bill grumbled right back, stroking her stomach with his fingers. Honestly. Abused HIM more like it.
Still, sleep was sounding just about right.
Tonks was well on her way to sleep, Bill behind her and Diggory in front. It was warm and comfortable, if a bit odd. Still, both the boys seemed happy enough to not fight, at least for now.