A/N : A BIG thanks to xxNymphie who pointed out some serious errors I made when originally posting this chapter, because I couldn't copy and paste correctly and in doing so I managed to not only miss some entire chapters but demolish the other ones. (and then the computer froze and the list goes on) Sorry for the big delay, hope you enjoy.
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Tonks didn't know what made her do it. Possibly the result of being around millions of screaming kids, potion fumes, or a combination of both. But she did it regardless. When Snape twitched his mouth in an attempt not to sneeze, Tonks mistook the expression for a smile. And the combination of the 'smile' and everything else caused Tonks to kiss Snape. Tonks didn't jump him, nor was it a hard core in depth kiss, but neither seemed to mind that much. Until Tonks started seeing flashes of pictures, which originally was kind of cool, sort of the thing you see at a Weird Sister's concert. But as the pictures became clearer, Snape pulled away, turning white. Tonks meanwhile, put two and two together and after realizing that she shouldn't have probably kissed him to begin with, not only ran, but sprinted to her own quarters before anything else happened that night.
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Snape looked around as he got out of bed. Perhaps he had a particularly horrifying nightmare in which one of the highlights was that he had washed his hair. A quick glance at the mirror disproved his theory. At once Snape remembered the biggest reason he doesn't wash his hair. It gets frizzy. And by frizzy I mean his hair is out of control more than any of Longbottom's potions. After using every potion ingredient he possibly could, his hair wasn't back to its normal state, but at least it no longer looked like something Hagrid would be raising illegally. What scared Snape the most was the fact that if he had indeed had his hair washed, then the other parts of his nightmare must have occurred as well. That meant Tonks had attempted to kiss him. Not that he minded the original thought, but his Occlumency went rather unusual, and as such, Tonks saw some memories he didn't want to re-live himself, or have any other person see for that matter. Tonks had decided to sprint out of the room, mouth hanging open. Bloody Hell.
At breakfast word had gotten around the entire school over Snape and Tonks sudden friendliness. The word relationship never really surfaced, because, honestly, Snape in a relationship? Too many potion fumes for you...
Dumbledore and McGonagall had looks of "I told you so" as Tonks sat down beside Snape at the table. Snape would have yelled at her for throwing herself upon him earlier, but decided against it with the rest of the faculty present. Funnily enough, Hooch was unable to attend, and was rumored to have lost a fair bit of galleons from some sort of bet that took place between her and McGonagall.
Snape was happy this was the last day of school before holidays. No more incessant whining, no more glares from students. Just continual glares from the occupants at headquarters. Bloody Hell.
Upon arriving at Headquarters later that evening, fortunately late, Snape missed most of the interrogation Tonks was receiving in the kitchen. He, however, heard enough to last the rest of the year.
"What do you see in him?" Remus pleaded.
"More like what do I see in his pants" Tonks replied, frustrated over the constant questioning.
Snape hung outside; he definitely didn't want to make an entrance after that comment. Clearly Tonks wasn't too traumatized by the previous night, or she wouldn't be standing up for him.
After hearing some more questions and Tonka's answers, Snape decided there would never be a good time to make an entrance at this rate, and that he night as well get it over with.
The minute Snape joined them; however, Harry took off, tripping over the hem of his pants, his tea forgotten.
"I particularly enjoyed the comment you made with Moody regarding the fact I indeed do have chains in my personal quarters. And the fact that we apparently got good use out of them". Snape snarled at Tonks as he summoned a cup of tea, brainstorming on how to approach the entire memory disaster that occurred before.
"Er" Tonks blushed. "I kind of lost control after the second hour of the assailment."
"Keep losing control like that and I may not be held responsible for my actions." Snape murmured under his breath.
"AIIIEEEEE". Mrs. Weasley came skidding into the kitchen bursting with excitement. "I just heard the news! When is the wedding?"
Tonks managed to spray all of her tea onto the robes Snape had just put on. But before either could speak, there was a noise that sounded like a rather intense fight was raging on upstairs and from the increase in volume, it most likely had to do with the Weasley twins. Everyone quickly left the kitchen to investigate, and, as predicted, found Fred and George, both white in the face looking at a puddle of water on the floor.
"NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THIS TIME?" shrieked Mrs. Weasley.
"The- The - he but- I then- no-.." Fred stuttered.
"Explanation now" hissed Mrs. Weasley.
Fred took a deep breath. "I threw a water balloon at George when he had his back turned while he was talking to Harry..."
"Screaming over that - with that kind of commotion we thought something was seriously wrong. I have had it with-" Mrs. Weasley started.
"But that's not the problem" Harry interrupted, gazing downwards at the water. "I couldn't magic the water away"
"You what?" Lupin asked.
"The water" George said "we can't get rid of it with our wands. It's just stayed there"
"Relax" Lupin said, sighing. "There's nothing to be worried about". Waving his wand, the water stayed where it was. All the occupants of Head Quarters stared at it. Waving his wand again Lupin tried a different spell, still nothing happened.
Dumbledore finally spoke. "This is hardly the most convenient time for this to occur..."
"What-what happened? Or what is happening?" Harry asked, looking at Dumbledore.
"I'm afraid there are some problems with the 'Magic Field' around this house, if you will. This will prevent anyone from using their wands to cast spells, however this usually occurs for a short period a time" Dumbledore continued, rummaging through his cloak for a lemon drop.
"Er like how long? Are we like ummm stuck in here?" Ginny said with wide eyes.
"As to that, I am uncertain. It is possible that the wards may prevent anyone from coming and going. This could last from a day up until over a year" Dumbledore said, finding the lemon drop he was looking for.
Harry, however, was slowly inching towards the door with all eyes upon him, his muscles tensed as if awaiting an explosion. Upon reaching the door, Harry quickly put out his hand and tapped the door fast, quickly retracting it. When no sparks flew, Harry took a deep breath, and flung open the door. Nothing happened, other than the pigeons that were on the grass flew over to another house.
"Well that solves that particular problem. Severus, if I can see you in the library for a moment? In the mean time, I do not wish for anyone else to leave this house for the next 48 hours, by magic means or otherwise." Dumbledore parted, allowing the rest of the Order members to share looks of fear.
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"It is most important for the safety of the Order and its members..." Dumbledore continued.
"I understand. Will you-" Snape began.
"I will oversee that everything goes as planned. If we are to succeed at this task, no one will be able to know the truth of what is going on. I do not want Harry to become worried."
"Certainly" Snape finished, nodding as he swept from the room.
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"So" Harry said.
"I'm bored already" George said.
"You could always read a book" Hermione offered.
Harry snorted. Typical Hermione. Tonks was staring out the window.
'Stuck with Snape for a whole 48 hours after seeing his memories. Bloody Hell. I'll be lucky to make it alive after an hour'
It wasn't the fact she saw some of his dark memories. It was the fact he no doubt had worse memories than what she had seen that was bothering Tonks.
'I wonder if an apology would work. I didn't do it on purpose. Though I did wash his hair on purpose. The problem with Snape glaring all the time, it was hard to tell when he was mad or what he was mad about. No matter the reason, Tonks was sure she had somehow caused it. Making up her mind to attempt to apologize to him, Tonks announced to everyone she was going to go to bed. Instead, she took a detour and found herself in front of Snape's room. Well technically it wasn't his room. It was more like the only room he spent more than 5 seconds in. Knocking and then entering, Tonks found Snape peering over some papers, and upon hearing someone, he threw the papers into a drawer in his desk.
"Oh- er hi" Snape said.
'Er hi? He must be having problems today. And speaking of his problems, here I am...'
"Hi Snape, I figured the two of us should have a bit of a discussion"
"Discussion?" Snape asked, while shooting glances towards the drawer he had put the parchment in.
"Er yes. About. Umm last night" Tonks ventured.
Oddly enough Snape paled but then he immediately shook his head and looked back at Tonks with an expression that looked rather painful.
"Er. Ok. Have a seat" Snape mentioned, gesturing towards a chair.
Tonks realized Snape was acting rather abnormal, perhaps he was embarrassed by the memories she saw?
"Yes. Well. I want you to know I don't regret what happened. Although perhaps I jumped you too soon? Perhaps we can try again?" Tonks asked, gazing at Snape, trying to predict his reaction.
"Well. I'm er glad you have no regrets. But today isn't the best day for this to progress..." Snape trailed off.
"AH you hate me! I always screw things up! I can't even get intimate with you-" Tonks wailed, trying to bang her head against the arm of the chair as she was too far from the desk or wall.
"No! no no - I mean it's just that-" Snape attempted.
"Men and their bloody excuses! I've had it! If you can't stand to be with me now, there's no way you'll be able to in a week! You're as bad as Rookwood. Be honest!" Tonks snarled.
"No wait -I take it back!" Snape said, getting closer to Tonks "I apologize. I care about you deep down, it's just...er... hard for me to show my feelings at the moment" Snape added quickly.
Tonks stared. Did Snape just apologize? Is he intoxicated? Most likely. And his intoxication is most likely a result of her attempting to jump him before. Great, Tonks kills off the Orders only spy due to alcohol poisoning.
Tonks decided how to determine if he was indeed intoxicated, and tested her theory by kissing him. Although Snape was somewhat shocked, he didn't turn white as he had the last time and there was no throwing of vials. Though he wasn't near any vials, so that may be why. Instead, he seemed to enjoy the attention he was getting. Tonks decided either he was completely intoxicated, followed by being under the imperious curse, and under the influence of a number of other various factors or he was actually attracted to her. Tonks however, noticed that he didn't have the usual 'Snape' smell. The fumes from the alcohol must be strong. At this point Tonks could care less about why he was kissing her, she was too busy enjoying the moment. Tonks tackled the potions master, and when she didn't get hexed or threatened, proceeded to turn off the lights with her wand. This should prove to be an interesting evening.
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A/N I know Snape is so out of character, but you'll see why he is in the next chapter - sorry about the lack of updates, school still sucks. A lot.