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Chapter 4: Books of Doom
The next day, Both Snape and Wormtail left for some type of meeting. Tonks knew that she could not escape yet; Snape had placed very strong wards upon the house and she knew that he didn't even leave Draco with a wand. Of course, Tonks was not sure how she would escape away; Snape wasn't stupid. Yet, Tonks was sure that in his confidence, that he would slip-up sometime.
Tonks again found herself quite bored. She was sick of her itchy confines and could not stand the silence. "Draco!" she yelled, itching from someone to talk to.
Draco strolled into the room. Tonks though her looked a little worse-for-ware. "What do you want?" he asked in a not very pleasant tone.
"How are you doing?" Tonks asked, trying to make polite conversation.
"I am trapped in this forsaken house, how do you think I am doing?" he sneered.
This wasn't exactly what Tonks had in mind for a pleasant conversation, but it was conversation none-the-less.
"Hey at least you aren't tied to a chair. What are you and the ol' Master of grease up to anyway?"
The ends of Draco's lips quirked a tad. "Subtlety isn't one of your strong suits."
"No it is not and I figured that you were to smart to be fooled," said Tonks, hoping that flattery would help her.
"Tell Snape that. He seems to think that I am stupid. Just because I could not kill Dumbledore. Now he acts like he is better than I am. I am a Malfoy and a pureblood and he is just a bloody half-blood. Who has ever heard of the noble family of 'Snape?' Further more, I am seventeen years old! He treats me like I am five!
"I know there is more going on than he is telling me. Why else would you be here? But, no, he decides to leave me in the dark. After all I have done, leading the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, something that no one else could have done, all he thinks I am good for is making stupid potions. Draco, go get the unicorn horn! Draco, look up the uses of Barticana Fleuratics. Draco, you are not stirring that fast enough! I am bloody sick of it!"
Tonks nodded, encouraging him to go on. She was afraid that saying anything at this point would distract him. Barticana Fleuratics...Tonks remembered that from somewhere. Moreover, the unicorn horn. There was something about the two that she was sure that she had heard of before, but she just could not remember.
Another thing had also struck. He knew he could not kill Dumbledore. Tonks was sure that this confession had merit. She was sure that if she played her cards right, she could get him over to her side. He seemed to be on a line; he was not quite evil, but he wasn't good either. But, with a push in the right direction...
"...Snape really needs to good swift kick—"
"He has already gotten that," reminded Tonks, grinning. "What he really needs is to be forced into a bathtub laced with flowers and bubbles. It would probably be torture for him and I would pay to see him show up at a Death Eater meeting reeking of daisies."
Draco let out a laugh. "I would rather shackle him to the ceiling...by his toes."
"Ah, now sound like Filch. What you really have to do is convince Gilderoy Lockhart to give him a singing telegram. I bet no one has ever sang cabaret to ol' Sev."
"Tellygrawm? What's that?" asked Draco, as his laughed about the scenario.
The day went on much like this. Tonks had a lot of fun making up odd torture devices for Snape. Tonks was sure that Draco was warming up to her. This was good for both his and her own good. They just had to keep it secret from Snape and Wormtail.
Snape stormed in the door with Wormtail trailing him in the evening. He was muttering furiously under his breath. "Draco!" he barked. "Help me in the kitchen!"
Tonks tried to crank her neck in the direction of the kitchen, but only succeeded in getting dizzy. She slowly turned back and found herself face to face with Wormtail. She glared menacingly at him and snapped her teeth at him. He just grinned back, which made her feel quite uncomfortable. She itched to slap that grin right off his face.
"You are a lot like Sirius. Did you know that?" said Wormtail.
"Uh, thank you?" said Tonks, quite taken aback. Just the name sent a stab through her heart. She missed Sirius sorely. She shook the pain out, as it would only hinder her.
"It is a pity that he had to die. He would have made a superb servant to the Dark Lord if he had followed in steps of his brother. He would have made the Black family proud. You could fix his mistake and serve the Dark Lord "
"I beg to differ. Sirius would have been a horrible Death Eater. He was too head strong—and he wasn't an evil, spineless moron. And I, being so much like Sirius, am not either. You also forget that the only members of the Black family left are Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrage. I personally rather disappoint them than made them proud," said Tonks coldly.
"We will see if your allegiance is still the same in the end. Sirius was a fool anyway. I am actually happy that that bastard is..."
Wormtail did not manage to get the last word out of his mouth. All the books in the room had started flying hard and fast at him. He shrieked out as he fell to the floor, trying to fight off the old, musty volumes. Tonks was livid. She rarely lost her temper, but when she did, well, it wasn't pretty and, unfortunately for Wormtail, at Spinner's End, there was no Accidental Magic Reversal Squad.
Draco and Snape ran into the living room. From the sound they had thought that Wormtail was torturing Tonks. They were quite surprised to find Wormtail rolling around on the floor screaming, trying to knock away a heavy copy of Magical Mushrooms that had taken to whacking at his head. Draco and Snape just stood there for a few minutes watching the proceedings. Finally, Snape took his wand from his pocket. "Finite Incantum."
Snape glared at the tangle of books on his floor. Tonks sensed his malice, but didn't care; she still wore a look of utmost loathing, which was directed at the bruised Wormtail as he picked himself up off the floor.
"Wormtail, Draco! Put these books away!" ordered Snape. "And you," he said turning to Tonks, "refrain from shameful displays of uncontrolled magic, especially when my belongings are concerned." Tonks just glared and stuck out her tongue. "I would also advise you to keep your tongue in your mouth, unless you intend to lose it. We have a guest coming tonight and he will not be as tolerant as I am."
Snape strode back out of the room. Draco was muttering angrily, apparently upset about having to clean up the mess. Wormtail looked like he was afraid that the books were going to start attacking him again. Tonks smirked that this. She was curious, though, about the guest. She knew it could be no one good.
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A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading and to those who reviewed. I know this chapter didn't have much Snape and was a bit shorter than I would have liked, but it is important anyway.
Also, I would like to reply to a few reviews:
duj: I agree, Snape is anything but incompetent. I had no intent to make him appear so. Even though it was subconcious, I have reasons for making him like that. Also, really, I do think that his responses to some of the things that Tonks does would not be very competent.
slightly so: No Snape and Tonks romance? Where would the fun be in that? I really don't know whether this will lead to any romance, but I was intending for it to. I do assure you, though, that Snape will not go mushy on you. That would just be icky.
Thanks again!
---Perplexity
