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Chapter 11: The Madness of the Tonks
Once again, Tonks was conflicted. She did want to feel this way, but she really could not help it. She, in the darkest depths of her mind, felt slightly sorry for Severus Snape. She had always pitied him, but that pity had no compassion. She knew he was a murderer, she knew that he had most likely killed his own father, but he also led a lonely life that lived on with memories of a bad childhood.
Just like Voldemort. Tonks was astounded at how a like Snape and Voldemort. Both with cruddy childhoods, both abandoned by their pureblood mothers, both with Muggle fathers, both ashamed of their half-blood, both Slytherin, both cunning and intimidating, both killed their fathers—the similarities were endless. Tonks had always wondered why Voldemort let a half-blood become a Death Eater and now she knew. Voldemort saw himself in Snape. That is why he ordered Snape to kill his father.
Crazy how things work out, thought Tonks. She was glad, though, that she had kissed Snape instead of Voldemort. She was sure that Voldemort would have horrible breath. She found it very disgusting. Being one of the most powerful wizards of all time did not excuse bad hygiene. Tonks reminded herself to bring this subject up to Snape and Wormtail. Snape, although his breath wasn't bad, really needed to learn the art of cleaning bathrooms and bathing.
"So tell me," drawled a voice from behind her, interrupting her thoughts, "How exactly does your brain work? Because, if I didn't know better, I would say that you didn't have one."
"Draco, there is really no point in trying to insult my intelligence when I am smarter than you will ever be."
"That's not saying much. At least I don't go around kissing Severus Snape. That is by far the most disgusting thing I have ever witnessed."
Tonks smirked. "Disgusting, yes, but, I got the better of him."
"You mean he didn't get the memory?" asked Draco, catching Tonks' drift.
"Exactly."
"So, that's why loud crashing noises have been coming from Snape's room. He must be livid. Especially after having your lips on his. He must be nauseous, as well." Tonks sent Draco a withering look. "Voldemort is going to be furious. Good going, Tonks. You're going to get us all killed."
" I guess my purpose in life is gone then."
Just then, an irate Snape stalked through the room into the kitchen. Tonks smirked again; she had really gotten under his skin. It was easier not to feel sorry for him when he was angry.
"Oh, Sevie! I am starving! Do you think you could be a dear and bring me some breakfast?" called out Tonks.
Snape stalked back into the living room, shoved an unadorned piece of toast into Tonks' mouth, and stomped back into the kitchen. Draco started laughing and Tonks tried to talk, but it did not work very well.
"Oo, ood off foot om n it." She had tried to say 'You could have put jam on it,' but she couldn't. She then tried to make an angry face at Draco, but only succeeded in making him laugh harder.
Tonks barely managed to eat her toast. It was a difficult process, but it worked. Then, she started on the next part of her agenda: hygiene.
"Snape!" she yelled. No one answered though. "Oh, Snapie-Poo!" she tried again. Still she received no answer. "Sevie?" she asked. No one replied. Tonks was beginning to get angry. "Hey, you bloody bastard, get the hell in here!" she bellowed.
This time Snape came, with an unpleasant look on his face. Tonks could see that his fingers were itching to strange her. She knew she was treading on thin ice. She felt a bit guilty at that moment; she remembered how his father had yelled at him. Tonks tried to ignore the feeling of guilt and ignore his itching fingers. She gave her most innocent look.
"As you probably don't know, personal hygiene is very important. Now, I know what your thinking, 'What is she talking about? I never bathe and I am still sexy,' but really Severus, while you can get away with the smelly, greasy look, some of us are not so lucky—"
"What do you want, Nymphadora?" asked Snape bitingly.
"I need a shower and I refuse to take one in that disgusting bathroom of yours. There is no excuse for you not to keep it at least half-way sanitary."
Snape glared and her and seemed to struggle with himself. "Fine," he finally said and her under the Imperius.
Snape untied Tonks and lead her to the bathroom, where is scourified the whole thing. "Better, your highness?"
Tonks didn't say anything, seeing that the Imperius wouldn't let her.
After Snape had shut and locked the door, Tonks took her shower. It felt so nice to be clean, even if she had to put on dirty clothes. Tonks then started to formulate her plan. She knew she could fight off the Imperius. After that, she would make escape attempt number one. She thought about it. She knew she didn't have much time, but if she could get it right, she just might have a chance of escaping.
Tonks hid behind the shower curtain and screamed at the top of her lungs. She was sure Snape would have heard it. Just as she predicted, Snape burst into the bathroom, thinking that something had happened. As soon as he was close enough, Tonks tackled him, making a wild grab for his wand. It was difficult, seeing that she had put Snape on his guard. She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it. She became desperate and kneed him in a not so pleasant place. He, being male, doubled in pain.
Tonks made a run for it. She jumped over Snape and ran through the bathroom door. Then she swung a tight corner and bolted out the front door. She ran into something large and solid, almost knocking it over. Instead of knocking it over, it grabbed on to her. She struggled, but it didn't work.
"Well, looked what we have here, Lucius. Quite a lovely girl, although I am not sure what I think of the pink hair," drawled a voice. Tonks lashed out, but the man just petrified her. Grabbing her around the middle, he carried her back into Spinner's End.
Tonks cursed in her head. Why did Lucius Malfoy just have to show up right during her escape attempt? She knew she would have escaped if he had waited five more minutes.
Tonks saw that Snape had picked himself up off the bathroom floor and was making his way into the living room. If she had not been petrified and in the arms of some, unknown Death Eater, Tonks would have started laughing. Snape looked quite bowlegged and looked like he was moseying.
"Ah, Severus," as Lucius Malfoy, smirking. "It is nice to see that you can handle one silly girl by yourself."
Snape straightened up to full height. He sneered and turned to Tonks and the Death Eater that was holding her. "Tie her in that chair, Gliffton, and make sure she is tied tightly."
Tonks now recognized the Death Eater who had hold of her. Gerald Gliffton had been a year older than her at Hogwarts. He had either been in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, but she could not remember which. He un-petrified her and manhandled her into the chair.
"Watch your hands," said Tonks in a scandalized tone as he tied her up. He leered at her, bringing his hand to her cheek and stroking it.
"Are we the little tiger? I am sure you are wasted just sitting there, tied up in a chair," said Gliffton with a roguish grin, as he turned to Snape and Malfoy.
Tonks caught an incensed look on Snape face. Malfoy, on the other hand, looked slightly bored. "Gerald, this is not the time. Besides, my niece is surely not your type."
"Oh, so this is the notorious Nymphadora Tonks! It has been years my dear," smiled Gliffton.
Tonks just gnashed her teeth at him.
"On to business, Severus, although, I must first say, I may have to report this incident to the Dark Lord. I say, he will not be very happy to hear how poorly you are doing your job. Anyway, I didn't come here to berate you on your lack of skill. I need to speak to my son and Wormtail."
Snape went to fetch Draco and Wormtail. A few minutes later all the Death Eaters were situated in the kitchen, leaving Tonks to her peace. She hung her head. She didn't have much of a chance of surviving this now. Snape now knew that she could fight off the Imperius curse. She had lost her edge. There wasn't any hope. Unless, maybe… Tonks thought. She had seen the agitation on Snape's face when Gliffton had been harassing her. She had felt him kiss back. Tonks devised a plan. It was mad, mad plan, but it was just mad enough to work.
She would seduce Severus Snape.
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A/N: Chapter Eleven is here. Obviously. Thank you to everyone for reading and a great big thank you to everyone for reviewing. Reviews bring sunshine and happiness to my day.
---Perplexity
P.S.
xtotallyatpeacex: I am glad you like it! As for Snape and Tonks, I think it is the most beautiful relationship in the world! Oh, goodness, I am typing this statement and I can't even do it with a straight face.
Quaffle Chaser: Ah ha! Another person bored by Dickens. I cannot say much, though. I have only read Oliver Twist. It was a good story, but very boring and slightly disturbing.
