A/N: TPOV.
Tonks rolled her eyes and looked away as he said her full name again. Insufferable git! At his last words, "…perhaps someone will have to impose it upon you" her head snapped back in his direction, her eyes narrowing in a glare. Holding her ground, she watched him approach. She eventually had to look up to look him in the eyes, her own eyes filled with defiance. She couldn't deny her heart beating faster as he crowded her personal space. Her nerves on edge, caught between fight and flight. Inhaling deeply to calm herself, her nose filled with the scent of him, a mix of all the ingredients from his lab underlined with a musky but unmistakably male tone. She refocused as he spoke again.
"And if you insist on having liaisons with the beast, invest in flea collars. For both of you. I'm going to make a quick sweep of the grounds and patrol the lower half of the castle. You will do the upper."
Her hands clenched tightly, her nails digging into her left palm, the wood from her wand digging into her right, as his insults washed over her. She was momentarily speechless as she fought not to curse her so called ally right in the middle of Hogwarts grounds, using the pain in her hands to ground herself and not give him the pleasure of seeing her change again due to her emotions. As he left, her eyes glared sharply at his retreating form, her body still shaking slightly in rage.
How dare he! Where the bloody hell does he get off telling me what to do….and FLEA COLLARS! The image of herself in a collar flashed through her mind. She groaned in disgust and shook her head to try to clear it. She continued to mentally berate both Snape and herself, even as she went to patrol the upper half of the castle, trying to reason with herself that the reason she was obeying him was that if she didn't it wouldn't get done.
