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Warning: Some kissing and drugged youth.

Depeche Mode – Dead of Night

Loud harsh sirens of police cars and ambulances followed Tonks. Plowing through cold lights of streetlamps, she focused on her destination.

The Zombie Room was a dark,dingy underground bar in muggle Edinburgh. All kinds of dregs hung there, mainly for the music, drugs, alcochol, and, of course, the other dregs. The only witches were usually Tonks and Luna. Luna was the DJ/barman, which was convenient for both of them: Tonks was an auror, a nine to five job (except when she had to go abroad and hunt down death eaters), and Luna was a night bird, sleeping during the day and waking at dawn. That meant they had the night to themselves.

The woman, knowing what she needed, entered the bar, heading straight for the DJ's panel. Luna had her eyes closed, listening transfixed, rocking absentmindedly with the music. Tonks, already remembering the exact taste of Luna's lips on hers, took the girl in her arms and slipped her tongue in the other's gaping mouth. Luna didn't need to open her eyes to know it was Tonks, she just wound her arms around her lover and responded to the kiss. She let Tonks caress her tenderly, as the boys near them who weren't too drugged to say a thing started wolf-whistling. Tonks smiled into the kiss. 'As if they don't see this every night', she thought, holding Luna tighter.