Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; it all belongs to J.K Rowling.
Summary: He doesn't know what to think. She doesn't know what to say. They don't know what to do. So what does a couple bottles of Firewhisky, a shoot glass and a bed have to do with it? There're about to find out.
A/N: Just thought I'd write this up, while I try and get the next chapter wrote up and send it off ta me beta (stuff spelling, I cat spell) so hopefully the next chapter for Run Away will be up soon but in the mean time, I do hope ya all enjoy this, cheers!
"Blah" – speaking
'Blah' – thoughts or what ever they seem useful for.
"I trust that you'll make sure that nothing......inappropriate will happen here, am I right Miss Tonks?"
"Yes sir. Nothing inappropriate will happen while no one but me and Harry and here sir, promise." Tonks said this with her fingers crossed behind her back and with no emotion showing on her face.
Albus Dumbledore looked at her in the eyes, not showing any emotion at all on his face before nodding, letting a smile grace his aging face and turned around and was about the open the door when he heard someone yell from upstairs
"See ya sir!"
Dumbledore chuckled before yelling back
"Good-bye Harry, have fun for the rest of the holidays"
With that, Albus Dumbledore turned around with a nod towards Tonks, his eyes twinkling, as if he knew something no one else did.
Once Dumbledore had left Tonks walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge and got out a bottle of Firewhisky and was about to take a sip when Harry came in, without a shirt on, only wearing a pair of baggy pants that were to big for and were being held up by a belt that was done up to lose, so his pants were down further on his hips then normal.
When Harry saw that Tonks was in the kitchen with a bottle of Firewhisky in her hands and about to take a sip, momentarily forgetting that he was only half dressed (r half naked, how ever you won't to look at it).
Harry didn't know what to think. Tonks didn't know what to say. They didn't know what to do.
It was a few minutes of just staring at each other Tonks finally broke the awkward silence
"Won't to join me? You don't have to......" Tonks trailed off, not looking at Harry.
Harry was silent for a moment longer before his brain clicked into place and nodded his head and asked where the Firewhisky was.
"Huh...oh it's in the fridge" a slightly shocked Tonks responded. Harry just smiled at her and nodded and went over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Firewhisky and went over to the table and sat opposite of Tonks.
"I didn't know you drank Tonks. But then again I don't know much about anyone around here anyway." Harry finished off with a smile, before leaning back on his chair and opening the cupboard behind him and grabbing out a shot glass.
Tonks raised an eyebrow but didn't bother answering Harry's question just looked at the shot glass in his hand. Harry saw this and said
"You ant the only one who drinks you know."
Tonks just shook her head and laughed as Harry opened the bottle of Firewhisky and pored himself a shot.
"Who'd of thought, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived drinks. The press would have a field day." Tonks laughed.
"Don't even think about it Tonks, or I swear I'll.....I don't know right now but I'll do something!" Harry said after he had drank his first shot of the whisky.
Tonks just looked at him with an expression that said 'Oh I'm scared shitless' but Harry could tell she was being sarcastic. Tonks raised the bottle to her lips and took a swig.
A shit load of Firewhisky later
"Come of it Tonks, you know ya won't to tell me!" A persistent, drank and idiotic Harry Potter said as he grab the bottle of Firewhisky from Tonks' hand and took a swig, completely forgetting about his shot glass he was using before.
"No I don't! you'll make fun of me!" a equally drank and idiotic Tonks answered Harry and took the bottle of Firewhisky back and also took a swig.
"No I wont, promise"
"As if" Tonks sighed and muttered "fine" then louder, even though both of them were complete pissed and drank out their minds, they still had some sort of sanity left before they got so drank, that they knew they would do something they'll later regret.
"You. Ever since I first meet you last year I began to feel something, whether it be lust or more, I didn't know, still don't actually. There happy? Ya got ya answer now. So how about you? Who are you lusting over at the moment? You do know you HAVE to answer don't you? I mean you DID make ME answer"
Harry muttered something under his breath before his brain managed to process what Tonks had just said. When he (finally) figured out what she said, he was speechless for a minute then a drunken grin spread across his face.
"There is more then one way I can...tell, no sorry show you who I'm lusting for, at least I think it might be lust, it could be more." Harry whispered, as he got up and walked around the table to were Tonks was sitting and pulled her up and kissed her, hard. When they pulled away from each other for air, Tonks' arms were around Harry's neck and wouldn't let him move his head back very far, so Harry settled for resting his head against her forehead.
Tonks pulled Harry into another kiss, as the alcohol finally took over any reasonable part of their minds that was still working as they started to make there way up the stairs and towards the nearest bedroom, where Harry promptly kicked open the door, then kicked it close as they made their way towards the bed falling on it with Harry on top with Tonks underneath him.
Next Morning
The fire roared to life with green flames and Mrs. Molly Weasely stepped into the lounge room of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Harry! Tonks! Are you up?" she yelled once she had made her way upstairs. She heard some movement from the door to her left and curiosity overtook her and she opened the door, only to be greeted with the sight of Harry and Tonks naked in bed together, their arms draped over each other with Tonks' head on Harry's chest.
"WHAT ON EARTH IN GOING ON HERE!" Was heard all though the house when she got over her shock. The famous Weasely temper making itself known to the two lovers who were sporting massive hangovers, which were only made worse by Mrs. Weasely yelling at them for the next 15 minutes.
A/N: Its crap I no but its almost midnight and I'm pracitally asleep here, the only good thing is the fact I dun have school tomorrow cause' I scored the day off grin go me. Anyway please RR thx!
A/N 2: You no what i just relized? this is longer then most of the chapters in 'Run Away'. damn how sad