Title: Mudblood

Pairing: Ginny/Tonks

Summary: 250 words. Fluff/angst. Tonks doesn't understand why Ginny isn't satisfied by the facade.

Rating: PG

Dislaimers: The characters belong to JK Rowling. At least partially inspired by "Centering," by Kate Bolein.

Tonks has a tattoo on her wrist, small, fine, but black and definite. Mudblood. It's real. Real like the girl with shaggy black hair and pale eyes, who mostly just exists in photographs because she's learned to hide the things that make her look like Death Eaters and dead godfathers. She's kind of pretty, in a flinty androgynous way, and Ginny likes her best even though Tonks doesn't believe this to be true, no matter how often she's told. Because wouldn't Ginny rather the distractions, the constant flashing lights and sudden movements that Tonks thinks make people happier than truth? No. No, she wouldn't. But Tonks doesn't know that, and she can't figure out why Ginny only likes to kiss her when she's herself, why she isn't satisfied by the facade. She winces the day Ginny holds her hand and says what's this? It's from when Tonks was at school and the Slytherins used to whisper it in History of Magic. When she dropped books, which was often, Mudblood would go all around the room. Her friends were mostly pureblood and never took her that seriously- not that she stood still long enough for them to try- so she had no one much to tell. Instead, she went to Hogsmeade and got it written on her, in a place no one would ever find because no one ever saw her in that form. Tonks tells Ginny this, in as few words as possible, and Ginny smiles and says, I did.