A/N: Woot! Look how soon I put up this update! Okay, maybe it wasn't really that fast, but it was by standards...Rancid lyrics to the songs 'Time Bomb' and 'Ruby Soho' are copyright to them. (Is Ruby Soho originally by them?) Blasting Wands lyrics to the song 'Beige' are copyright to me, and if you steal them I will sue you, because I'm hoping to actually make some money off my lyric writing.

Not a whole lot of plot development here, sorry…I just thought it was high time they went to a good concert. Actually I think it's high time I went to a good concert, but, alas, I'll just have to live through my characters.


Harry stood quietly in the dark, leaning against a large crate. From his baggy black clothes and the fact that he was loitering outside a London warehouse, many would think he was some sort of hoodlum. But those with any sort of a nightlife in the city would know what was really going on…warehouse party!

He grinned as he saw Tonks walk by and totally miss him in the darkness. Although her hair color had changed again, she had the same heart-shaped face as when they'd first met. She was wearing black jeans that were so ripped up he was pretty sure she was holding them together by magic, electric blue fishnets under them, and a short black tank top with a picture of a pixie on it. Harry walked up behind her quietly, put his arms around her, and kissed her neck.

"What the fuck!" Tonks pulled away and whirled around to face him, then sighed and put her wand back in her pocket when she saw that it was just Harry. "Jesus Christ, Harry, do you want me to blast your kneecap off?"

"Not really."

"Then don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I'm sorry. I won't. Now do I get a real hello?"

"No! You said you would meet me at Grimmauld Place at seven. So there I am, all punked out," she gestured at her outfit, "and Dobby comes up and tells me you'd meet me here at ten. What's the deal? Couldn't you at least have told me yourself?"

"I had thought we'd go out and have some dinner first…but something came up. I'm sorry, Tonks." He was looking at the ground, and did seem truly sorry. Tonks sighed.

"It's alright." She took a step closer and kissed him softly on the lips. "Hello. So what was it?"

"What was what?"

"What came up that was so important you had to postpone seeing a beautiful girl like me?"

"Oh." He frowned. "I...well…Vince had a little emergency, and I had to go help him out, but he found some very interesting information. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

Tonks frowned, suspicious, but shrugged it off. "Fine." She glanced around, noticing that the place seemed pretty empty. "Hey, where is everyone?"

"We're a little early…I wanted to meet before the concert so we didn't miss Ron and Hermione. Hey, speak of the devils!" Harry waved energetically at a couple of dark shapes on the other side of the street. They turned and walked towards the warehouse, calling out greetings.

Tonks grinned when she saw them. Ron and Hermione looked so comfortable and perfect with each other, it was hard to believe it had taken them so long to get together. She had to remind herself that they had probably only been on one or two dates. Raising an eyebrow at Ron's possessive arm around Hermione's waist, she thought he would do well to be reminded of it too.

"C'mon, let's go," Said Harry, interrupting her thoughts. He grabbed her hand and led her over to a small door in the side of the building. A few other people had gone in just before they got there, and a small crowd was forming behind them.

"Looks like the party's started," Tonks commented, grinning.

Each of the guys flashed two tickets, and the group was waved through into a large room illuminated with dancing lights that looked somewhat like neon fairies and glowing clouds near the ceiling. A large stage was set up in the middle, and a band was playing a song that seemed upbeat until Tonks listened to the lyrics. Harry was leading her closer to the stage, where some people were moshing and some were actually dancing. She grinned.

"Who's playing?" She yelled to Harry as they started to dance.

"Black coat white shoes black hat Cadillac…the boy's a time bomb!" The guitarist was jumping up and down energetically, and seemed to be backlit no matter where she looked at him from.

"Rancid! They're big with Muggles. They're trying to get some wizard fans, so Blasting Wands lets them open their shows…"

"In tears from the razor that's been tattooed below his eye his mother cries she knows that he is strong enough to die…"

Harry was avery good dancer,which wasn't too surprising considering how much time he spent at Leviose.Tonks egged him on, getting closer and closer to him as the band started up a new song. Finally he put his hands on her hips and pulled her in the rest of the way, mumbling something about stupid girls and how he really had intended to listen to the music. Tonks laughed.

"Yeah, I can feel your annoyance on my thigh."

Harry grinned and bent his head down to kiss her neck again. Tonks decided that must have some sort of neck obsession.

"Destination unknown ruby ruby ruby ruby soho…he's singin' and she's there to lend a hand…he's seen his name on the marquee but she will never understand…"

Tonks liked the band, and wondered vaguely where she could buy some of their music. Over Harry's shoulder – although they were still dancing, he hadn't taken his mouth away from her neck, and she realized he was probably going to leave a mark – Tonks saw Hermione glancing at them with a mixture of amusement and disapproval. Tonks winked. After all, Hermione and Ron weren't exactly being strangers to each other either.

When the song ended and was not immediately followed by another, Tonks looked up. Amid cheers and claps, the top of the stage was slowly descending, taking the band with it. Soon they had completely disappeared into the floor, leaving just the sides of the stage. For a moment, the room was quiet – or as quiet as a room full of excited music fans can be. Then cheers started to break out near the back of the room.

Harry pointed at the back wall. "Look."

Annie Joette, the Blasting Wands' lead singer and main guitarist, was standing on the back wall, her green hair and matching guitar hanging down towards the floor. She pulled it up and played what Tonks assumed were the opening chords to a song she had never heard before. Annie jumped, and seemed to float away from the wall, before flipping in the air and landing on the wall again. Finally she crouched down and made an enormous leap, sending her flying over the heads of the crowd towards the still topless stage. She landed lightly on a circle of light that appeared a split second before she touched down, and began to sing into an invisible microphone as the bassist made a similar entrance and the drummer and his entire drum set descended slowly from the ceiling.

"Collars buttoned up hats pulled down, we'll be the unknowns about town…pointless fun in an uptight home, fogeys don't like us young'uns to roam…"

Harry nudged her, grinning, as the rhythm guitarist materialized in the beam of a red spotlight on the stage and the keyboardist materialized in a blue one. "Pretty cool effects, yeah?"

"Definitely!" Tonks grabbed his arm and pulled him through the crowds and closer to the stage, trying to remember the last time she'd been in a good mosh pit.

"Paint the town beige, baby, we'll paint the town beige, pull pranks on old money and they think it's rage…yesterday I tried to help an old man, tried carrying the bags…"

The guitarists and bassist jumped ontothree of the glowing clouds that had descended from the ceiling, and were soon floating over the crowds, still playing and singing. Some creatures that looked a bit like tall veela with pointed ears appeared on the stage with thekeyboardist and drummer and began to dance. Tonks turned to Harry to make sure they didn't have the same effect on him as veela would, and found him fighting off a teenybopper in an artfully ripped Puddlemere United shirt.

"Back off, bitch," she said just loud enough to be heard over the music. The girl paused and looked at her with a smirk that swiftly changed to a look of surprise as she was hit with one of Tonks' famous Pumpkin-Innards hexes. Harry looked at the slimy, twitching, orange mound on the floor and shook his head, chuckling.

"I should fire Vince and just keep you around," he commented. Tonks made a face.

"Does that happen often?"

"Yes. It was a lot of fun the first fifteen thousand times. Now it's getting old."

Tonks laughed, both relieved that he didn't enjoy random girls attacking him and slightly uneasy that he even had the opportunity to enjoy being attacked by random girls.

"Where is Vince, anyway?"

"Aurors got a bug in my friend's house… he moved out, that's him on the couch…but you gotta wonder what they'd say…if they'd make him run or just make him pay…"

"Back at Grimmauld. He doesn't have a ticket. He's more into Frank Sinatra anyway."

"Who?" Tonks frowned, confused. Vince would rather be spending time with this Sinatra guy than with Harry? Even though Harry was paying him?

Harry laughed. "Never mind." He looked up. The song was ending, and the band began to play their latest hit, 'Polyjuice'. "I love this one. C'mon, Tonks!" He grabbed her arm and started moving towards the stage, elbowing moshers out of the way aggressively. Tonks laughed and followed, content to ignore teenyboppers and Frank Sinatra.


Ah…I've had a good night. I went to see the Blasting Wands with Tonks, Ron and Hermione, and afterwards we got Chinese takeout and ate it in a park. And Tonks is asleep downstairs. Bit annoying that she isn't asleep up here, but I guess that'll have to wait. We definitely have something going though. She nearly slaughtered a Puddlemere fangirl at the concert. True love, that.

On a more serious note…Vince finally got a lead on Lenning, and got his arm broken in three places along the way. Dobby fixed him up pretty well though. He's already scolding me for going to a dark, crowded place without him. Somehow I don't think a Blasting Wands concert is as dangerous as he makes it out to be.

I should get some sleep. Quidditch semifinals are in two weeks, and so we've got nonstop training and workouts the entire time. Ugh. The games themselves should be interesting though. If the Cannons beat the Wasps, which I doubt, they'll have a chance for the Cup for the first time since 1943. Ron is ecstatic, of course.