Pairing: Ronald Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: M, just to be safe
Summary: Tonks made a bet with Charlie over how easily Ron will be embarrassed around a girl. He thinks Ron is man enough to make it through, but Tonks seems to think otherwise.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Potterverse universe, but some of the story ideas may be mine. If I have copied someone's plot, let me know, and I will give them credit… I don't mean to tread on anyone's toes…
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Embarrassed much?
Tonks had been making bets with Weasley men for as long as she had been around them. This one was no different. She made a bet with Charlie that she could get Ron to blush and be completely incoherent around her. Charlie smiled and took the bet. "There are rules to this missy," he said before they went down to dinner. "You can't alter yourself once he sees you tonight, clothes included. And no pinning him down for a shag like you did with me."
"Damn it," she muttered. She turned to her closet and began rummaging through her clothes to see what she needed to wear. Tonks ended up with a black miniskirt and a black microfiber shirt that clung to her in just the right spots. "I get bonus points if your mother doesn't think I'm a hoe when we go down for supper," she muttered, changing her clothes.
"I still find this sad that you won't sleep with me anymore but you let me see you completely starkers while you change," Charlie mused. She threw her shoe at his head, and hit her target. "Bloody hell."
"That's what you get," she muttered. "If I win this bet, then we don't have sex tonight. If you win, then we do."
"You serious?"
"No I'm not my cousin, but I am sure about the terms of the bet," Tonks smirked.
Tonks helped Molly clean up after dinner and Ron was milling around after as well, almost as if waiting for Tonks to finish up. She kept swishing her hips when she knew he was looking, and bent over when she dropped a spoon on the ground, showing Ron her lacy pink boy shorts. Ron's face seemed impassive but the tips of his ears were turning red. She leaned her body over the table and showed him her ample cleavage; all the while looking him in the eye. When he saw her nibble on her bottom lip as she picked up the rest of the silverware that she dropped on the floor was when Ron lost it, blushing madly. He always had a thing for a girl who bit her lip in that sexy way. "Molly, could you do me a favor?" Tonks asked sweetly to the matron of the house.
"What is it dear?" she asked.
"Could you tell me if Ronald looks embarrassed?"
Molly turned around and looked her son up and down, and smiled ruefully. "I would say without a doubt that he is embarrassed."
"Thank you," Tonks said sweetly. "Charlie!"
"Damn it," she could hear him mutter.
"You lose," she said proudly. "Even your mother agrees that he is embarrassed."
"No touching?" he asked.
"Absolutely no touching, right Ron?" Tonks asked.
"Well, you know the lip thing gets me every time," he muttered, running his fingers through his hair.
"Every time?" Charlie asked, confused.
"I guess I forgot to tell you that we've been dating for a few months now," Tonks said to Charlie. "You've been away and Ron decided to help me win this bet."
"Damn it."
