Once again another update, I found this chapter quite hard to write as you can likely tell. Again thank you samaramorgane for revewing
Opening her eyes Ginny quickly shoved away her assailant are realised that she had been apparated away from the party to and secluded area with a small dilapidated cottage nearby. Hearing a groan from her feet she turned her attention to her attacker, whipping her wand from a holster on her leg. "Well that's gratitude for you," mumbled her attacker around a mouthful of mud. "Tonks?"
"The one and only," she remarked dryly, she extended her arms towards Ginny to indicate she needed help getting up. She quickly pulled Tonks to her feet and dusted her off. "So, where are we?" Ginny asked.
"Home."
"What, here?"
"Well up there if you want to get technical," Tonks replied smiling and pointing to the dilapidated house. "Erm, right" Ginny was flabbergasted, she aware that the auror had hit her head, or had drunk too much, as she was fairly sure that the house was uninhabitable as it had no roof and only two and a half walls. Also there was what seemed to be a forest growing over one side of it. Still Tonks was dragging her towards it and didn't seem the least bit perturbed, "Tonks?" Ginny said cautiously "Are you alright?"
"Yes fine, why?"
"Well you can't possibly live here!" Ginny stated but Tonks only smiled and continued to pull her towards the front door, which amazingly was still standing. Upon reaching it she tapped the door with her wand and quickly opened it and pulled Ginny inside, still thinking she was mad the young witch slowly realised that she was not in fact standing on a hard concrete floor but a thick carpet and the walls were not cold, grey and teeming with plant life but were warm, cream and moderately clean. "It's just a charm, better than just having a secret keeper," said Tonks. Making her way into the room which was both a kitchen and a living room, with two doors presumably one leading to a bedroom and the other to a bathroom. However clean the house seemed it was a mess, there was piles of clothes littered on every surface, piles of reports on the floor and quite peculiarly as it was the start of the summer a sorry looking Christmas tree dying in one corner. Tonks quickly made her way to the buried sofa tripping herself on the way so that she ended up sprawled across it, "Come on Gin, sit down," the auror commanded, mistaking Ginny's hesitation for nervousness, when in fact she was wondering where she was supposed to sit. Making her way over to Tonks had slipped off her shoes and was clearing space on the couch for herself and the young witch as Ginny sat the older woman pulled her into a close hug, "They'll be fine, you know."
"Yea," Ginny replied breathlessly just enjoying the closeness of her love and the gentle smell of her perfume in her nose and the strength of the arms encircling her. Though they stayed like that for several minutes Tonks suddenly broke the hug and declared that they needed to eat and promptly summoned food for them and soon after finishing they both fell asleep on the battered couch.
Waking with a jump Ginny realised that her and Tonks had slept on the sofa for several hours and it was now the middle of the night, hearing a mumbling from her lap she looked down and saw that the auror had decided that sleeping sitting up was not for her and was now lying across the length of the couch with her head in Ginny's lap. It was also apparent that Tonks talked in her sleep and watching her bought a smile to Ginny's lips for the auror was mumbling incoherently but she clearly heard the words: muffins, schizophrenia, humbug, and surprisingly Ginny's name and after that the woman smiled broadly and giggled. Seizing the day Ginny closed her eyes, quickly lent down and pressed her lips against those of the unconscious auror, as she made to pull away with none the wiser she felt a pair of arms encircle her neck and a tongue part her lips and thrust inside her mouth, shivering in delight the young witch also deepened the kiss and wrestled her tongue with that of the older woman. Hearing a moan Ginny moved from her lips down to her neck, biting gently but suddenly the moaning stopped and she felt herself being roughly pushed off and Tonks leapt to her feet with an expression of hurt and anger clouding her features realising that the auror had been asleep the whole time made tears run down the cheeks of the young witch, seeing these Tonks made no attempt to comfort her she just stormed out of the room and slammed the door of her bedroom. Still sitting there gently crying Ginny wrapped her arms around herself and cried till she fell asleep.
Meanwhile a room away a confused and angry auror paced her room, how could she kiss me? Thought the irate woman, pausing at her mirror she quickly noticed that there was a mark on the side of her neck, she quickly shifted her appearance but the red mark remained she branded me even though the auror had been dreaming about the young witch before she was awoken she still couldn't believe that the shy girl had done that to her. You liked it came a thought deep from her subconscious, shaking her head to rid herself of this thought she threw herself onto her bed, it didn't matter that she had indeed liked it the girl was much too young and was probably only after her because she could change her appearance, you don't know that, groaning she punched her pillow. As she tried to relax she heard sobbing from the living room the sound broke her heart as she knew it was quite obvious that Ginny didn't want her because she could be anyone because the girl wasn't like that. Go and comfort her said the voice once more returning turning over she pulled a pillow over her head muffling the sounds of Ginny sobbing but as she did she felt something press into her ankle, realising it was the letter she pulled it out and began to read.
After reading the letter several times she was forced to admit to herself that it was no simple crush Ginny was in love with her, instead of feeling shame for leading this poor girl on she felt a warm glow descend on her and how nice it was for someone to love her for just being herself. Hugging the letter Tonks made her way to the door realising that the sobbing had subsided, quietly opening said door she gazed upon the young witch who was curled up on the couch after crying herself to sleep. Tonks gently touched her own lips recalling the faint taste of strawberries that had lingered after the earlier kiss and gazed wistfully at the unconscious figure, could she love this girl?
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