Chapter 3

Tonks looked down at her purple strap dress. "You sure it's not too much?" she asked Callie.

"You want to wow him over right? Okay, you don't really want his lips on yours, but it's gonna win you this bet. He won't be making an effort, so you should."

Tonks changed her hair to brown and wavy. "Green or brown eyes?"

"Brown. Really warm brown eyes." After Tonks had done so, Callie said, "Hoop earrings. Definitely hoops." Tonks put the silver hoops in and twirled. "One more thing Tonks. Lip gloss."

After applying, Tonks looked at herself in the mirror. "You look lovely dear," the mirror said. "Have a lovely time."

"I don't think that's an option," Tonks sighed. "Okay. Callie. See you later." Callie and Tonks each apparated home or to Madam Puddifoot's.

Severus Snape glanced down at his outfit again. He hadn't worn this Muggle 'stuff' since he had finished Hogwarts. Theresa had picked it out, after deciding he would suit a blue shirt.

It wasn't a bad blue shirt either, and it complimented his black trousers well. He just wasn't so sure about the colour. Theresa had also set her hands loose on his hair, and it didn't look like it had been unwashed for centuries, and didn't actually look too bad.

At that moment Tonks walked in. "Sorry I'm late Severus," she purred. "Hope you weren't too bored." She walked over to him and indicated to a table. "Shall we?"

May as well get this over and done with, Snapedecided as he sat down.

"So, shall we order the meal now, or do you want drinks?" Tonks asked.

"Drinks." Better not try and act as if I want to get away ASAP.

The pair ordered their drinks and Tonks started the conversation. "So, why do you enjoy Potions so much?"

"I don't," Snape corrected her.

"You don't? But what do you enjoy then? Why do you teach Potions?"

"Miss. Tonks. . ."

"Just Tonks. Please. Miss. Tonks sounds so formal."

"Tonks then. . . I like Defence Against the Dark Arts but Dumbledore would rather me teach Potions." Tonks looked sympathetic.

"But why. . ."

"Can we just drop it?" Snape snapped.

"Sorry. . . do you want to order now?"

"Okay."

An hour later, they had just finished eating their main course. Snape now knew a lot about Tonks. Her favourite colour, food, her owl's name, why it wore a pink bow (she loved pink), and what she wanted to do in life.

However, Tonks knew hardly anything about him. "Well, now you know everything including my shoe size, what about you?" she asked.

"Me?" Snape said, surprised.

"Yeah. C'mon. There's got to be something you don't mind telling me. Surely?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"What? So you don't have a life? There has to be something. Like. . . your shoe size for example. That can't be so personal you can't tell me."

"Size 10."

"See! You're opening up already!" Snape looked at her face. Nothing about her looked false. Even her hair, which frequently changed, looked real. And her eye colour, which never remained the same looked, too, real. But there was something about her, which never changed. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

"What about your favourite colour?" Her voice distracted him from his thoughts.

"Blue."

"Really! I figured black!"

It was ten o' clock in the evening, when they both agreed it was time they were getting back. They stood outside the restaurant nervously.

"Well, I better be. . ." Tonks indicated away from Snape.

"Yeah." Neither of them moved.

"I'll be seeing you. . ."

"Again?" Snape asked, a little too much force in his voice.

"You don't want to?"

"Yes. . . I mean I do. . . want to. Meet up again. How's tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's good."

"I'll meet you here. I'm taking you out this time."

"Okay Severus." They shook hands. "Goodnight." And they walked away.