Children
He'd been trying to break if off for weeks, months, how ever long this thing has been going on, he thinks and often says that he's too old, to dangerous, to whatever for her. Tonks knows that none of that matters, which is why she hasn't let him leave, why she can't.
It gets harder at night when he's lying sleeping next to her, exhausted from his life and war and sex, and he's everything, the only thing she needs, and she knows that when he wakes up he'll take last night back and give her his lecture on why what they did, what they're doing, is wrong and will only hurt her, and she knows the rest from memory. Sometimes she can kiss him and he forgets all the why not's and stays, most of the time he leaves.
Most of the time is too many times, her heart can't take it anymore. Not to mention her alarm clock and plaster. She slips from bed in a rare moment of grace and makes her way to the living room.
Its wrong what she's doing, what she's already done. Tonks knows this even as she opens her television cupboard and shifts her movies out of the way. She knows that what she's about to do again is dirty and deceitful, underhanded in the most basic way, but she doesn't care as she grasps a folded bit of parchment and a small vile of potion.
Murmuring the incantation she knows by heart but still reads from the scrap of parchment, she can't mess this up, she won't mess this up. Tonks downs the fertility potion in one easy gulp.
AN: Like nobody saw that one coming. Reviews are loved.