Res Ipsa Loquitur/ The Thing Speaks for Itself
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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5,942
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3
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Part 3
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Res Ipsa Loquitur/ The Thing Speaks for Itself – Finale
From the floor, Tonks had a strange foreshortened view of Remus Lupin. His head seemed so very far away. Remus rubbed at his face where the book had hit him. Tonks looked at the book in his hand. Oh, no – do not let him open that book, she thought. Remus Lupin was notoriously skittish, affable and charming but easily embarrassed. He looked at Tonks and then looked at where her eyes were focused. He brought the book up in his grip, laid it flat in one palm, and examined the cover.
“Read me? Quite the self-promoting tome, isn’t it?” He grinned. “Any good?”
The furious blush spread throughout Tonks’ face and neck again.
“No… oh no…. Not terribly interesting. Really.” Even she didn’t think she sounded terribly convincing.
“Really? You looked quite…” Remus licked at his lower lip and gave a wry smirk before finishing with “fixated.” Tonks hopped up from the floor, brushed herself off and made a grab for the book. Remus lifted the book out of reach.
“For an uninteresting book, you seem quite taken with it, Tonks.” He examined it again and mouthed the words “Read me.” Then, he flipped the cover open. He stared at the page for a long moment then quickly became a shade of red that matched Tonks’ complexion. His hand rose to his throat and he struggled with his collar, releasing the first two buttons.
“Is it hot in here?” He whispered, pulling at his tie.
“Please, Remus.” Tonks whispered. “Give it back.” Remus looked at her and snapped the book closed.
“Quite the recreational reading you have, Tonks.” The smirk danced across his lips again. Then, to her horror, he flipped the book open again, to a page further along in the book.
“We were a tangle of arms and legs, inextricably wound together. Her breasts were pressed against my arms, her hips against mine, and she whispered strange, secret things.” Remus recited the passage as if it were Shakespeare.
“She brought out the beast within me, made me feel primal things, things I had denied for so long.” He whispered the last sentence in her ear in a low, haunting tone. His breath played on her hair, against her ear.
“But who would write such things about me?” Her voice was low, as if something had sucked all of the air from her. Remus grinned and drew his wand out from his waistband. He gave it a flourish and tapped on the claret-coloured leather twice.
“Res ipsa loquitur, Nymphadora.” He whispered. Tonks listened to those words and tried to place them.
“Res ipsa loquitur.” She recited. She repeated it under her breath, searching her mind for its translation.
“The thing speaks for itself.” Remus sighed. He pointed at the book, and then he walked away, whistling a jaunty tune. Gold liquid was running across the cover like raindrops, shimmering in the spare light, then forming into gilded words, like the others.
“Property of Remus Lupin”.
Five minutes later, Remus and Tonks were banished from the Hogwarts library by Madam Pince with her pinched face and outflung, pointing arm.
Res Ipsa Loquitur/ The Thing Speaks for Itself – Finale
From the floor, Tonks had a strange foreshortened view of Remus Lupin. His head seemed so very far away. Remus rubbed at his face where the book had hit him. Tonks looked at the book in his hand. Oh, no – do not let him open that book, she thought. Remus Lupin was notoriously skittish, affable and charming but easily embarrassed. He looked at Tonks and then looked at where her eyes were focused. He brought the book up in his grip, laid it flat in one palm, and examined the cover.
“Read me? Quite the self-promoting tome, isn’t it?” He grinned. “Any good?”
The furious blush spread throughout Tonks’ face and neck again.
“No… oh no…. Not terribly interesting. Really.” Even she didn’t think she sounded terribly convincing.
“Really? You looked quite…” Remus licked at his lower lip and gave a wry smirk before finishing with “fixated.” Tonks hopped up from the floor, brushed herself off and made a grab for the book. Remus lifted the book out of reach.
“For an uninteresting book, you seem quite taken with it, Tonks.” He examined it again and mouthed the words “Read me.” Then, he flipped the cover open. He stared at the page for a long moment then quickly became a shade of red that matched Tonks’ complexion. His hand rose to his throat and he struggled with his collar, releasing the first two buttons.
“Is it hot in here?” He whispered, pulling at his tie.
“Please, Remus.” Tonks whispered. “Give it back.” Remus looked at her and snapped the book closed.
“Quite the recreational reading you have, Tonks.” The smirk danced across his lips again. Then, to her horror, he flipped the book open again, to a page further along in the book.
“We were a tangle of arms and legs, inextricably wound together. Her breasts were pressed against my arms, her hips against mine, and she whispered strange, secret things.” Remus recited the passage as if it were Shakespeare.
“She brought out the beast within me, made me feel primal things, things I had denied for so long.” He whispered the last sentence in her ear in a low, haunting tone. His breath played on her hair, against her ear.
“But who would write such things about me?” Her voice was low, as if something had sucked all of the air from her. Remus grinned and drew his wand out from his waistband. He gave it a flourish and tapped on the claret-coloured leather twice.
“Res ipsa loquitur, Nymphadora.” He whispered. Tonks listened to those words and tried to place them.
“Res ipsa loquitur.” She recited. She repeated it under her breath, searching her mind for its translation.
“The thing speaks for itself.” Remus sighed. He pointed at the book, and then he walked away, whistling a jaunty tune. Gold liquid was running across the cover like raindrops, shimmering in the spare light, then forming into gilded words, like the others.
“Property of Remus Lupin”.
Five minutes later, Remus and Tonks were banished from the Hogwarts library by Madam Pince with her pinched face and outflung, pointing arm.