The Quidditch World Cup Debacle by Luvscharlie
Roger saw her first at the Quidditch World Cup before his seventh year at Hogwarts. Her saw her pink hair amidst the heads of so many other wizards and witches, and he was a bit captivated.
After the match, he'd seen her making patrols. That's when he'd learned she was an Auror, approaching her and engaging her in conversation. Then the kissing had started and Roger had tugged her into the thick wooded area outside the view of the tents. While he could navigate his way on a broom fairly efficiently, he was completely useless in the forest… except to catch her when she stumbled, and she did that often enough.
When they were sufficiently away, he pushed her against a tree, kissing her deeply and palming her breasts. "Fuck, you're gorgeous. What's your name?"
"Does it matter?" she asked, unbuckling his belt.
"No. Just like to know a bird's name before I fuck her."
"Tonks."
"That's unusual." She slid her hand into his boxers and grasped him. "Not that I care. Merlin!" His mind went blank, the blood rapidly leaving the head that rested above his shoulders, and travelling to the one below his belt.
"Do you want me to suck you off, handsome?"
"I'm not going to say no to that."
As Tonks was going down on her knees, there was a horrible explosion and a family of Muggles could be seen floating overhead. The explosion startled her and her elbow slammed painfully into his balls. He crumpled to the ground in a writhing, moaning heap.
"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry. I've got to go. I wish I could—fuck, I'm sorry," she said again, as she rushed off.
As if that weren't bad enough, stampeding footsteps thundered closer as witches and wizards made their escape…heading right for him.
Fin.
A/N: Originally Written for the Kinky ABC's Challenge at HP_porninthesun on Live Journal where the prompt was elbow. All drabbles written for this challenge must be exactly 300 words.