A/N: Disclaimer located in chapter 1. Thanks for the kind reviews and a huge 'Thank You!' to may beta Bad Voodoo, luv ya! Hope you all like this chappie it was a blast to write. The drinks mentioned might be more Americanizedall I can say is 'sorry' I am so very ignorant of the party scene in London. I'm hoping someday that will be remedied :)

Chapter 4 Body Shots and Potions Masters

Preparations were made for Anderson's first meeting with the Death Eaters and life in Romania progressed much as it had since the team had arrived. No one ventured out much except Charlie who did the shopping and Firewhiskey runs. He had lived there for years and would not be suspected if seen by the DE. Dora continued to feel stir crazy in the flat but did her best to keep it under control.

Several weeks after their arrival Remus went back to London to spend the full moon somewhere familiar to him, Bill and Anderson were meeting with the DE, or rather Anderson was and Bill was trailing them. This left Dora and Charlie to their own devices. Dora took this opportunity to entice Charlie into going clubbing with her. She knew of some 'fantastic places to get pissed' as she called them and it didn't take much to convince Charlie to go with her. She morphed back into the standard 'Tonks' look, put on some club appropriate attire and they portkeyed to a remote location.

It did not take Dora long to lead them to her favorite club. It was in a part of London Charlie had never visited. The club was a secluded establishment in which you had to know the right people to get in. It seemed that Tonks, as she informed Charlie to refer to her as in London, had all the right connections. Not only did the bouncer let her in without questions asked but the bartender handed her a bottle of Tequila and a couple of shot glasses. She set the bottle down at a small, private table and told Charlie to watch the spot. He obeyed and was surprised to see her return with a dish of lemon and lime wedges and a salt shaker. Shortly after a server came to the table with two beers. Charlie had no idea what she had in mind but he was more then willing to find out.

"Okay Weasley here's the deal, I am going to introduce you to the wonderful world of Muggle drinking games but first you need to loosen up so drink the Yeager bomb then I'll explain the rest."

He did as instructed and felt his nervous energy lessen substantially.

"Alright there Weasley?"

"Yeah, fantastic."

"Good now for the fun bit, it's a little thing known as body shots," She said while pulling off her blouse, leaving her in a skimpy red tank and tight hip hugger jeans.

"Body shots?"

"Yeah here I'll show you," she pored some amber liquid into a shot glass and handed it to him. "Hold that for me," she then proceeded to stick a lemon, flesh out, in his mouth. After that Charlie got the shock of his life, she slowly straddled his lap and licked his neck long and slow. She then sprinkled some salt on the trail she left then began to suck it off. Then she took the shot, downed it and bit the lemon wedge from Charlie's mouth, letting her lips gently brush his. "Your turn."

He swallowed hard and mimicked the steps she had performed for him while she still kept residence on his lap. The slight buzz that had invaded Charlie's brain numbed his conscious which was screaming at him to slow down, not to take things too far with the goddess that was perched before him. He ignored the annoying nagging and they continued taking shots. At one point, Tonks dared him to drink the shot while it rested between her pert breasts and he jumped at the chance. She poured the shot and set it on the table then he went to work with the salt, deciding to take his time. He started placing feather light kisses along her collar bone and up her neck. He then put his tongue to work and started sucking a small spot on her neck and licking it intermittently. Once that was done he sprinkled salt on the spot which was starting to darken from his earlier attentions. He placed the shot between her soft mounds. Once again slowly licked the salty spot and then placed his lips to the rim of the shot glass. She slowly leaned forward so he could down the shot then placed the lemon slice in his mouth so he could suck on the bitter sour flesh.

Following their consumption of vast amounts of tequila Tonks pulled Charlie to the dance floor and they spent a good amount of time grinding to the music. Charlie was vaguely aware of the problem mounting in his pants but decided to ignore it, as he was too relaxed to really care. He let his hands explore her body as hers did the same to his. They were rather sweaty and turned on by the time they mad it back to their table to rest.

"So what say we have one more then take the rest of this tequila someplace a bit more private, It's been a long time since I've had a long slow screw against a wall," Tonks said casually.

Charlie blanched at what he thought to be a very forward proposition from his fellow Order member. Tonks then laughed at his expression when it registered in her mind that Charlie had no idea she was referring to a drink and not a sexual position.

"Weasley, not that I don't think you are dead sexy but I was talking about a drink."

"Oh…oh? Ooooh well whatever you want."

"I think you should have a muggle whiskey, I'll go order then we can figure out where we want to go after."

Charlie watched as Tonks slowly weaved her way through the crowed and ordered the drinks. He could not help but admire her; she could drink some of his buddies back at the reserve under the table. Even in her Tonks persona he thought she was beautiful, and the fact that she was still sporting the dragon tattoo had him hot and bothered. He casually looked away as she turned toward the table and made her way back with their drinks.

"Here is your Johnny Walker Whiskey and my long slow screw against a wall."

Charlie downed the whiskey and mused that although it had a kick to it, it was much smoother then Ogden's.

"Well I don't know about you buy I am in no shape to apparate tonight, and if I portkey anywhere I'll loose it what you say we finish the evening back at headquarters?"

"Tonks I think that is a brilliant idea, you don't by chance know if my mother will be there do you?"

"I don't believe so; Arthur mentioned something about spending some time at the Burrow."

"Good to know, last time I showed up pissed she practically had my head on a lance."

"Well where would the fun be in that?"

"You got me."

"So I say we catch the Knight bus and I'll sneak in to see if Molly is in, then I'll come out and get you."

"Sounds like a good enough plan to me."

They made there way to a secluded street and signaled for the bus. Once at Grimmauld Place Tonks slipped in and checked the premises for any Order members. She came upon no one and signaled to Charlie that it was safe. They made there way up to one of the rooms and Tonks morphed back to Dora after accioing a deck of cards and Sirius' old poker chips along with some glasses.

"So what are we playing?"

"Hmm how about five card stud?"

"Sounds good, you ready to loose Dora?"

"Yeah right," she laughed, "you are pissed if you forgot who the undisputed champion of our little tourney is."

They played a few hands before Dora decided to up the stakes a little.

"So Charlie, you ever play strip poker?"

"Uh… no."

"You want to?"

"Why Dora I had no idea you had it in you!" Charlie feigned innocence.

"Oh my dear, naïve, little Charlie."

There was no need for explanation as far as the rules went so they dove right in. Charlie won the first hand with a pair of queens and an ace against Dora's pair of tens. She divulged herself of her black strappy shoes and started dealing the next hand. This one she one with a three of a kind to his pair, he then removed his shoes. Charlie won the next three hands and Dora made a show of slowly removing her Radiohead zip-up and her low cut tank as well as her tight leather pants. Charlie was summarily divested of almost all of his clothes four hands. By this time Dora was clad in her skin tight, black camisole and black mesh knickers and Charlie was clad in a pair of red boxer shorts. They had finished off the bottle of tequila not long after arriving and decided that after on more hand they would find something else to do. Dora dealt and they could both feel the tension resting thick in the air. Charlie had seen all of Dora's bits and had no objection to seeing them once more but she thought turn around was fair play and was anxious to see what he was hiding under those ruby red shorts. Dora's hand was not good at all she only had a pair of twos so she went for three more cards and was not rewarded with anything worth her while. Charlie however only requested one which meant that he had an ace and was sure to beat her no matter what. They checked and to Dora's utter disappointment Charlie had three aces and a king. Deciding to continue her little strip tease she stood up and slowly pulled the hem of her camisole over her head and threw it to the ground, she then stalked to the bed and pushed her companion down on the bed and proceeded to straddle him.

"So Mr. Weasley what shall we do now?"

"Your choice Miss Dora." Charlie said in a reverent, whispered tone.

"Mmmm I think a little snogging is in order, mind you I don't normally let things progress this far on a first date but as you and I are more than comfortable with each other and will more then likely forget what happened tonight I say we end the evening with a little fun," she said all this while running her elegant fingers from his pectorals to his lower abdomen. In Charlie's loose state of mind he was not about to argue with a beautiful woman so he propped himself up on his elbows while she buried those long fingers in his thick ginger hair. Their lips met softly at first then Dora deepened the kiss and Charlie fell back onto his back, taking her with him and his tongue begging entrance to her mouth. She granted his appeal and her tongue collided with his. Their hands moved languidly over each others bodies as the heat between them rose to a feverish degree. Dora pulled away after a while and rested her head on his shoulder. They drifted off to sleep holding each other, contentment painted across both faces.

The next morning the pair was woke by a string of furious expletives from a tall, imperious, foul mannered Potions Master who had walked in on one Charles Weasley and a dark haired beauty that he was sure he had never seen at any of the Order meetings.

"Charles Weasley what, in all things magical, do you think you are doing brining a complete stranger to Headquarters, and are you not supposed to be working on a mission for Dumbledore in Romania?"

"Sever…"

"Don't you Severus me!We are not on such amicable terms for you to call me by anything but my sir name. Now I suggest you both make yourself presentable and then we will be having words in the sitting room with Albus. You bring your little tart with you I have a few words for her as well as well as an obliveator spell."

"Bloody hell Snape don't you dare call me tart you smarmy bastard!"