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Chapter 16: Sweet, Sweet, the Taste of Retribution Undone

Vengeance would be sweet. Very sweet.

Tonks did not think that she had ever hated Snape more. She wanted to castrate him and then hand deliver him to a band of raging centaurs for "recuperation." Then she would make him listen to the song "It's a Small World" for a week straight while eating nothing but Hagrid's cooking washed down with prune juice. After that, she would put him in a frilly pink dress and have him perform Shirley Temple numbers. Then she would be merciful and put him out of him misery. Oh, vengeance was sweet.

Unfortunately, for Tonks, she was still tied in a chair and she was the one wearing the frilly dress, which was a disgusting yellow color with pink trim. It had taken quite a struggle for Snape to get her into it. She had point-blank refused to wear the horrid thing, but she had somehow found herself on the receiving end of several spells, which oddly enough put her in that damned dress.

She had glared most ferociously, but it had no effect. Now she was going to be stuck in that disgusting thing for a whole night surrounded by the royalty of ridicule: Snape, Malfoy, Lestrange and Voldemort. How sick the world was.

"Now, Nymphadora, it is imperative for you to morph into your true form."

"Bastard."

"The Dark Lord commands it."

"Well, he can just piss off."

"I can see why this dress makes you have an apparent death wish, but really, you already constantly make a fool out of yourself, what's a little more?" sneered Snape.

"You can piss off as well."

"Tut, tut, that is no way to talk to your superiors, Nymphadora. I guess you are just too dense to realize how lowly and despicable you really are."

"Well, Sevie, if you are the measure of a superior, this is by far a sadder and sicker world than I thought," growled Tonks.

"Imperio."

Snape had caught Tonks off guard. Before she had time to overthrow the curse, she morphed. Damn him.

"That's much better."

"Bastard."

"Such a limited vocabulary," said Snape with a smirk before turning up the stairs.

It was a while later before he returned with both Wormtail and Draco in tow. They were all wearing black dress robes. Draco seemed none too happy about the situation. Tonks guessed that he wasn't too fond of visits with Voldemort either. Wormtail looked smug. For him Tonks guessed that he was happy to see her go. As for dear ol' Severus, Tonks' mouth dropped. He looked as if he had showered! His hair didn't look disgustingly greasy. He was sexy as heck!

Tonks, once more, shuddered at her own dirty thoughts. She knew that these particular feelings must be suppressed, if possible mangled and beaten to a pulp. She also just then remembered that she was supposed to be angry with him and plotting revenge, not ogling him and wishing that she really could seduced him.

She shuddered again. This time Wormtail noticed.

"Scared, Nymphadora?" he leered, apparently feeling much braver than he was.

"No, my dress is just drafty," she said sending a nasty glare towards Snape.

"What is that horrid thing? You look like…well, it looks horrible," said Draco.

"Disgusting, isn't it?"

"Terribly so."

Again, Tonks glared at Snape, but then her concentration was distracted by Wormtail leaning closely over her.

"The Dark Lord is first going to torture you for hours. You be screaming in agony by the end."

"I definitely will be screaming if I am still in this dress."

"The pain will be so terrible that—"

Tonks had had enough of Wormtail's 'oh the pain you will go through' speeches. He was just close enough that she could head-but him. Therefore, she did, sending him sprawling backwards onto the floor. Tonks smirked.

"That's enough! We need to leave now. Wormtail, do not splinch yourself this time. Miss Tonks, you will be doing side apparition with me."

Tonks didn't have time to reply. Before she knew it, Draco and Wormtail had left and Snape had forced some type of potion into her mouth. She would have spit it out at the horrible risk of ruining the dress, but Snape held his hand over her mouth and nose so that she was forced to swallow. She waited for the effects, but felt none. When Snape removed his hand she exclaimed, "What the hell was that?"

"My own invention," said Snape smugly. "It allows you to be controlled without inhibiting on your nature. This way you can't escape."

"Thank you. It's just what I've always wanted," said Tonks with dripping sarcasm.

"Let's go," said Snape grabbing her arm. Tonks felt a familiar tug, but it was much more unpleasant than normal apparition, especially with the being tied to a chair component. Tonks squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to avoid nausea.

She landed hard. Then she found herself falling again, this time straight on her arse, which was quite painful. She opened her eyes. Snape had vanished the chair out for under her. The only thing that kept her from throttling him then and there was the potion and her vengeance plan.

She tried to fight him as he led her up the stairs of a large manor, but the potion did not allow her to. Then a spike of fear ran up her spine as they approached the heavy ornate wooden doors at the top of the stair. She had been here before. This was the house of Malfoy. She really loathed her uncle and that place. She would have to visit it sometimes when she was younger. Her aunt Narcissa had never been as bad as Bellatrix. Despite her prejudices, she had kept in touch with Andromeda after her marriage to Ted Tonks. In result, Tonks was forced into the visits, which many time consisted of her being berated. It was an ominous and unhappy place, Tonks knew, yet her step never hesitated as they neared the door.

The doors swung open and Tonks prepared herself for the worst. She looked at her dress, then at the door, then at Snape and then back to the dress. Vengeance would be so sweet.

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A/N: I hope this quick update makes up for the slow last one. Either way, thank you to everyone for reading with a extra special thank you to those who reviewed. The next chapter may or may not take long to post. I do have a lot to do, but for some strange reason I am already a ways into writing it.

Thanks again,

---Perplexity