"Tonks, what are you doing?"

Tonks looked up from her spot on the floor. The fire crackled merrily at her back and sent warmth rushing through her body. The warm, orange light outlined her shape beautifully. In fact, with her long mahogany hair and silky-smooth skin, Tonks looked more like a fire goddess than anything. But that's not what Harry noticed.

What he did notice was that on the wooden floor between Tonks's hands was Moody's magical blue eye. It was spinning in lazy circles as it rolled from hand to hand.

"Oh, Hello, Harry!" Tonks chirped brightly. She released the eye for a moment. "Just playing with Moody's eye; it's quite fond of the attention." As if to prove the point, the eye began to spin around faster as if eager for Tonks to return to their game. She did, and its spinning slowly subsided to a sluggish twirl.

"Erm..." Before Harry could utter another word, a sudden hiss caught his attention. Harry looked, blinked, cleaned his glasses, and looked again. "Er, Tonks... Did you know that Crookshanks and Buckbeak are sort of in the middle of... well, a..."

"What, they're having sex on the kitchen table again?" Tonks didn't even bother looking up. "Those two really go at it, don't they?"

Harry focused on the hippogriff. Buckbeak was barely standing on all fours. Harry couldn't see Crookshanks, but he could see a large, bottlebrush tail tickling what Harry could only assume was Buckbeak's...

"Ergh!" Harry cried out as he realized what he was seeing. Buckbeak, obvlivous to the company in the room, let out a ferocious bellow. His eyes grew wide, and his legs began to shake even more. A low, purring sound came from somewhere under Buckbeak's gigantic gray belly. Buckbeak clawed furiously at the table with his talons. (So that's why there are always scratches on it, Harry thought dumbly.) Buckbeak gave what could only be described as a moan of pleasure and then gripped the table tightly. With all of his remaining strength, Buckbeak roared. His legs then gave out, and he collapsed to the table. Harry watched as a smug-looking Crookshanks leapt out from under Buckbeak before he could be crushed. He shuddered as he noticed that Crookshanks was looking much wetter and stickier than usual.

As Harry watched, Crookshanks stretched out in front of Buckbeak. Slowly, almost tenderly, Buckbeak began to clean off Crookshanks. Crookshanks began to purr and meow loudly as his stomach was cleaned. He spread his little bandy legs and—

Harry had seen enough. He turned his head away and buried his face in his hands. God, he had to tell Hermione about this.

Tonks looked up again and saw Harry's depressed look. "Aw, cheer up, mate!" Tonks smiled. "Here, come play with Moody's eye. It'll make you feel loads better."

So, while Buckbeak and Crookshanks got their freak on, Harry and Tonks played with Moody's eye and lived happily ever after.

THE END