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Chapter 2 - La Douleur Exquise
"Tonks, I really think you've had enough." Rosmerta was trying to persuade her to go to bed, but Tonks wouldn't budge.
"I'm fine Mer…ta I just need to escape for a while. Another… please." Tonks was intoxicated. It was four in the morning and she had a meeting in less than ten hours. Her pain and weakness had taken over her emotions and she didn't care much about anything at this point. She was talking uncontrollably and everyone was trying to ignore her. "Why wouldn't he want me?" Am I not pretty?" she asked the old wizard next to her. The wizard gave her a strange look and continued to drink his Butterbeer.
She smelled an oddly familiar scent behind her. It smelled of smoke and herbs. It smelled like the potions classroom at Hogwarts. About that time a particular voice spoke, making her heart jump. "You wished to see me, Rosmerta?"
"Oh Severus, I need your help," replied Rosmerta. Tonks turned around and noticed who it was behind her. "She has been like this all night. I have her room ready, but she doesn't seem to want to stop."
Snape gave a snarl when he figured out who it was Rosmerta was talking about. He didn't notice her right away because her hair wasn't the normal shade of a bright color. Snape turned to Rosmerta, She had this admiring look in her eyes when she looked at him. Severus had always known Rosmerta fancied him, mainly because she had thrown herself at him on numerous occasions and only a few of them he actually gave in. Snape says to Rosmerta, "Dumbledore informed me that you needed a potion, not to deal with this."
"I knew that you wouldn't come if you knew anymore." Rosmerta blushed as she confessed.
"I believe that Nymphadora is old enough to make her own regrettable decisions." Snape sneered.
"My name is Tonks, and what is he doing here?" Tonks asked Rosmerta. Snape never left his dungeon, at least which was what everyone thought because he couldn't have any friends due to his hateful behavior, could he?
Rosmerta was about to speak, but Snape beat her to it. He informed her rudely, "I'm here because you are making an utter fool out of yourself."
"You're the fool Snape." Tonks was ready to give him a drunken piece of mind, when she felt it. She turned a bright green and stood up. "I need to go…. I need to…. I need." Like clockwork, Tonks' sick was all over the bar floor. Luckily she didn't get it on anybody.
"I'll get this Severus, please take her upstairs." Rosmerta begged.
"I'm not going anywhere with him." Tonks stated.
Rolling his eyes with annoyance he finally decided to give in. "Fine. What room?" Snape asked while grabbing Tonks around the waist.
"Get off me, Snape!" Tonks shouted making a scene. Everyone was staring at her with disapproval.
"Third door on the right, I owe you big time," Rosmerta snickered to Snape. Snape ignored her comment knowing that she was flirting with him. He had a strong grip on Tonks, making it impossible for her to fight him.
Snape helped Tonks up the stairs and when he opened the door, she shouted at him. "I can do it myself. Let go of me." Snape released her to teach her a lesson. Tonks tripped over her own feet and fell face first on the hard wood floor. She crawled her way to the bed and was having a hard time standing up to get on it. Snape walked over toward her and she screamed, "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Snape didn't listen, he just went over there and lifted her up and roughly placed her on the bed. He pulled out a small vial of liquid out of his pocket. He uncorked the top and said, "Drink this, Nymphadora." It was a vial of pepper-up potion.
"No, I'm not drinking anything you give me." she stated.
"As you wish, Incarcerous" Ropes shot out of Snape's wand binding her. He tilted her head back and forced her to drink the silvery liquid. Once she swallowed the liquid, he released her. Watching her in this state reminded him of himself when Lily was murdered, but why would she be acting like this?
He went downstairs and Rosmerta was still cleaning up her sick. He noticed that there was a suitcase with rock bands, Quidditch teams, and Hufflepuff stickers on it. He knew exactly who it belongs to. "Severus will you please send that up to her." While rolling his eyes, he grabbed the suitcase and headed back up the stairs.
He opened the door quietly and realized that she was sobbing. He stood there for a minute to see if she was alright. He was just about to shut the door when he heard her say, "Why doesn't he love me? What's wrong with me?"
Snape didn't know who she was talking about, but he knew exactly how she is feeling. If there was one thing that Severus Snape understood was La Douleur Exquise; the heart wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone who doesn't want you. He closed to the door and headed back to the castle, Nymphadora's actions flooding his mind.
