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Lion Taming
A/N - I only update this story occasionally (for me anyway) because I write this as an alternative to the angst and pathos of EPU. This is where I can be funny and silly and cheer myself up from the other stuff I ahve been writing lately. Sorry Deblovesdragon, that I don\'t work on it as much as EPU, but I promise to faithfully finish it and it won\'t take me three months to update as some of you out there do - you know who you are :) Course, it\'s always worth the wait. ;) Sorry that this is a short chapter, but as I said, I am paying most of my attention to EPU and I would rather write something short and good than long and bad here.
Chapter 6 – Lion Taming
Her experiences with Aunt Hestia had taught Tonks a great deal when it came to dealing with overbearing women. Mrs. Quirrell was putty in her hands as she petted, cosseted and soothed her lacerated sensibilities.
“You are such a dear, dear girl.” The red-rimmed eyes fluttered at her gratefully and Tonks forced her face into an expression of utmost sympathy.
“Nonsense, Mrs. Quirrell, Ian should be ashamed of himself for his shabby treatment of you.” She consigned the man she loved to maternal hellfire without a qualm.
“Quite true, I am ashamed.” Ian responded in his mild voice as he handed the object of his affections a cup of tea. She glanced up at him through her lashes and caught the tiny smile on his lips. Relaxing a little in the knowledge that he understood her strategy, she continued to minister to his mother’s delicate ego. Twenty minutes with the older woman and she had her battle plan all mapped out.
“Really, Mrs. Quirrell, you have such a breadth of knowledge about roses, have you never thought of lecturing?” Tonks asked, pretending to be mesmerized by the discourse.
“Lecturing? But really dear, I am only a hobbyist; it would be presumptuous of me.” The very obviously flattered MQuirQuirrell fluttered with gratefuls.
s.
Ian choked on his tea, but covered it with a graceful cough. Tonks beamed at him affectionately and in another twenty minutes had Mrs. Quirrell out the door with plans to start a Rose Society and a series of lecture topics.
god gods, woman, I have never seen such tact mixed with such blatant flattery and outright lies.” Ian was looking at her with admiration and adoration in his eyes. Tonks was well pleased with both.
“Well, for a Slytherin girl, it was small potatoes.” She shrugged off her brilliant success with a modest smile and then found herself snatched up in a ruthless kiss.
“It was inspired! You have slain the dragon, my princess.” He whispered huskily.
“Better than being ’his wife – curse her tongue’ or any of the other things she said about your sister-in-law.” Tonks screwed up her face in a look of distaste. Ian laughed that soft throaty chuckle that made her toes curl. “By the way, ‘Ian’ is an inspired choice of a name.”
“Yes, well, with all my choices it seemed somehow the least horrific of all of them.” She chuckled at him and mouthed “Nymphadora”, which made him laugh and then kiss her again.
“Ian, should anything come of this relationship, like say we get married and have kids, they get named Jack, or Betty, or anything but Quirenius Slatero Ianthorpe or Nymphadora.”
“I have no arguments, Tonks.” Ian chuckled and kissed her a third time, just to make sure he was doing it right. Being snuggled into his arms and kissed with delirious passion went straight to Tonks’ head and she kissed him back with abandon.
There was a warm feeling in her hip that was…wait, in her hip? Oh bugger, she thought as she scrabbled in her pocket, dislodging Ian’s hands from a particularly satisfying place. She held a small pocket watch in front of her face and groaned at the words that marched resolutely across the clock’s face: “Time to report to Moody, you have an assignment.”
“What’s wrong?” Ian asked with a breathless air. She held the watch up so he could see the message and he groaned. He kissed her again, very deeply, and she was really aggravated by the thought of leaving right then.
“Hold that thought.” She muttered to him and slipped from his arms. She was imagining ways to castrate Moody as she walked off the grounds of Hogwarts so she could apparate back to Headquarters. She only fell once during the entire trip.
Chapter 6 – Lion Taming
Her experiences with Aunt Hestia had taught Tonks a great deal when it came to dealing with overbearing women. Mrs. Quirrell was putty in her hands as she petted, cosseted and soothed her lacerated sensibilities.
“You are such a dear, dear girl.” The red-rimmed eyes fluttered at her gratefully and Tonks forced her face into an expression of utmost sympathy.
“Nonsense, Mrs. Quirrell, Ian should be ashamed of himself for his shabby treatment of you.” She consigned the man she loved to maternal hellfire without a qualm.
“Quite true, I am ashamed.” Ian responded in his mild voice as he handed the object of his affections a cup of tea. She glanced up at him through her lashes and caught the tiny smile on his lips. Relaxing a little in the knowledge that he understood her strategy, she continued to minister to his mother’s delicate ego. Twenty minutes with the older woman and she had her battle plan all mapped out.
“Really, Mrs. Quirrell, you have such a breadth of knowledge about roses, have you never thought of lecturing?” Tonks asked, pretending to be mesmerized by the discourse.
“Lecturing? But really dear, I am only a hobbyist; it would be presumptuous of me.” The very obviously flattered MQuirQuirrell fluttered with gratefuls.
s.
Ian choked on his tea, but covered it with a graceful cough. Tonks beamed at him affectionately and in another twenty minutes had Mrs. Quirrell out the door with plans to start a Rose Society and a series of lecture topics.
god gods, woman, I have never seen such tact mixed with such blatant flattery and outright lies.” Ian was looking at her with admiration and adoration in his eyes. Tonks was well pleased with both.
“Well, for a Slytherin girl, it was small potatoes.” She shrugged off her brilliant success with a modest smile and then found herself snatched up in a ruthless kiss.
“It was inspired! You have slain the dragon, my princess.” He whispered huskily.
“Better than being ’his wife – curse her tongue’ or any of the other things she said about your sister-in-law.” Tonks screwed up her face in a look of distaste. Ian laughed that soft throaty chuckle that made her toes curl. “By the way, ‘Ian’ is an inspired choice of a name.”
“Yes, well, with all my choices it seemed somehow the least horrific of all of them.” She chuckled at him and mouthed “Nymphadora”, which made him laugh and then kiss her again.
“Ian, should anything come of this relationship, like say we get married and have kids, they get named Jack, or Betty, or anything but Quirenius Slatero Ianthorpe or Nymphadora.”
“I have no arguments, Tonks.” Ian chuckled and kissed her a third time, just to make sure he was doing it right. Being snuggled into his arms and kissed with delirious passion went straight to Tonks’ head and she kissed him back with abandon.
There was a warm feeling in her hip that was…wait, in her hip? Oh bugger, she thought as she scrabbled in her pocket, dislodging Ian’s hands from a particularly satisfying place. She held a small pocket watch in front of her face and groaned at the words that marched resolutely across the clock’s face: “Time to report to Moody, you have an assignment.”
“What’s wrong?” Ian asked with a breathless air. She held the watch up so he could see the message and he groaned. He kissed her again, very deeply, and she was really aggravated by the thought of leaving right then.
“Hold that thought.” She muttered to him and slipped from his arms. She was imagining ways to castrate Moody as she walked off the grounds of Hogwarts so she could apparate back to Headquarters. She only fell once during the entire trip.