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Chapter 3: The Stud
It was to be the second day of her captivity and Tonks was bored out of her mind. Snape had kept Draco busy, so she had no one to talk to. Well, she could have talked to Wormtail, but personally, she'd rather be bored out of her mind than do that. She had always been curious about Wormtail. She remembered him before his disappearance. He was always very pleasant. There must have been something besides fear that had made him so evil. Then again, she knew she could not underestimate the power of fear.
Yet, still, she wondered. She wondered whether he felt any remorse for the horrors he had caused. She also wondered if Snape felt any loathing toward Wormtail because of their history. She knew that Snape did loath Wormtail, but she didn't know whether it lingered from their school days. Tonks decided not to think about it too hard. Either way it did not matter.
Tonks looked down at her watch. It was evening. Her stomach growled. She had not eaten since breakfast the day before. She had tried to say something to Snape earlier, but every time he ignored her. Draco did as well, but Tonks was sure that it was on Snape's orders. Snape was still upset about the night before. Tonks could tell because every time he entered the room he made sure to have a book or some papers to hold behind him to block Tonks' view of his rear end. Tonks had to stifle her laughter each time. It was especially funny because she couldn't even see his rear through his robes.
Tonks was getting cranky. She really wanted to eat, or at least have something to drink. She was sick of being ignored. After the last time, she was quite irked. It was the last straw. She let out a blood-curdling scream. The other three inhabitants of the house all ran in the room. She stopped, seeing that she had their attention.
"What is it?" asked Draco, looking nervous.
"I am hungry," said Tonks with a straight face.
"Are you?" said Snape with a glare.
"Yes," said Tonks looking Snape in the eye, again noting how pretty they were. Tonks scolded herself. Snape just stared back with his expression cold.
"Draco, make Miss Tonks something. Wormtail, we have things to discuss," said Snape.
Tonks was surprised at how well that went. She was expected to have to put up more of a fight. Draco cooked something. Tonks was not quite sure what it was supposed to be, but she ate it happily enough. At least it didn't taste all too bad. The sticking charm was another story, though.
Tonks was a bit suspicious. Snape was up to something. She just knew it. She was not sure, though, was whether Wormtail and Snape were on exactly the same side. She knew they were both on Voldemort's side, but which sides of Voldemort's side? Many made the mistake of thinking that there were just two sides, but she knew better. There were those who supported Voldemort's ideals, but about Voldemort himself, they could not care less. Then there were those who were deeply devoted to Voldemort and lived to do his evil deeds. There were many more degrees than she knew what to do with.
A while later Tonks saw Wormtail go back up to his attic. Snape walked into the room and cast a silencing charm around it. Tonks smirked; she knew Snape did not trust Wormtail.
"Let me guess; you have come to get information out of me?" said Tonks.
"You will tell me the Orders plans," he said with a malicious tone.
"What make you think I know the Orders plans. You know as well as I that no one knows everything that the Order is up to. Well, Dumbledore did, but seeing how he was killed by a filthy coward..."
"DO NOT EVER CALL ME A COWARD!" yelled Snape.
"Touché. As I was saying, it is really no use trying to get information out of me. Any you get will be inaccurate and incomplete," said Tonks, a little bit worried about his explosion.
"Nymphadora," spat Snape venomously. "I know you know more than that. I know you harbor important information in that small brain of yours. I will get it, don't you worry. And, I will not let you throw me off with your... your girlish fancies"
Snape's tone sent chills up Tonks' spine, but she felt an urge to laugh at the "girlish fancies" part. Tonks knew that was exactly how to get Snape's goat. Not that she wanted Snape's goat, but anyway, she knew what to do.
"Oh, Severus, you big hunk of manliness, you surely cannot mean that," started Tonks, while she batted her eyelashes. "You know you are flattered by my 'girlish fancies.' Trust me, Remus has nothing on you. Your eyes are much prettier and you have a much nicer arse. Of course, you would be even more studly if you would wash your hair occasionally. I am sure if you did, you would be absolutely sexy—"
"Silencio!" said Snape, cutting Tonks off. She glared at him, unable to continue her speech. She smirked though, at his reddened face. "You will not mock me." Again, Tonks just smirked. Unfortunately, a little voice in her head knew that what she had said was true. Not that Snape was manly, but that he had the potential to be absolutely—no, Tonks shuddered. Snape was a slimy, greasy, ugly bastard and that was final.
"Legilimens!" said Snape.
Tonks had been too lost in her own thoughts to see it coming. She raced through memories. She was six, playing Muggle board games with her father. She was eight, standing beside a freshly dug grave, the stone reading Andromeda Black-Tonks. She was eleven, boarding the Hogwarts express. She was a young teenager, changing her appearance into that of an older woman so that she could buy some firewhiskey. She was in Auror training, doing hand to hand combat with Kingsley Shackbolt. She talking to Remus and he suddenly leaned his head in... she was in an Order meeting, everyone was sad—no, she would not let him see that meeting. Tonks strained her mind to block out Snape, but he was too powerful.
She jerked her head against the back of the chair, hard. Tonks got dizzy, losing all sight of the meeting. Finally, the room became clearer. Snape was standing in front of her, sneering.
"Constant vigilance, Nymphadora," he said softly and mockingly. "You almost let me see it. You were too weak to even fight me off. I do not know how you ever became an Auror. You are resourceful; I will give you that. Nevertheless, as I said, I will get the information I need. You can fight all you want, but in the end I will triumph."
Snape took the silencing charm off of her. Tonks did not say anything, her head hurt too much. She knew she would have to get out of there soon. Snape was right, she could fight all she wanted, but he would still win. Yet, Tonks smirked, she knew how to make him provoke him and humiliate him. That was power and she knew it. If things got out of hand, she would just have to up the ante a little, and show Snape that he was not as powerful as he thought and that spells could only go so far.
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A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading and everyone for reviewing. I am still trying to figure out where this story is going, but I assure you, it will go. Thanks again!
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PS- slightly so- I absolutely agree, Snape was great in the movie. I was laughing really hard at that part.
