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starduchess) wrote2013-05-18 07:46 pm
starduchess) wrote2013-05-18 07:46 pm
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Decorations Torn Down
Title: Decorations Torn Down
Author: starduchess
Pairings: Tonks/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 645
Warnings: none
Summary: Tonks goes to the Burrow to continue her relationship with Ginny, but things are not well.
A/N: Post-war. Drama. Written fordaisychain_drab Round 13. Sequel to Decorating with Mischief.
Tonks was all excited about the upcoming hols. All the upper level Aurors, herself included, had been given the week off between Yule and New Year’s, leaving the junior members to man the desks and take care of the domestic disputes that always arose this time of year, and she was looking forward to spending some quality time with her new favourite person, Ginny Weasley.
Christmas Day was spent with her mother as she knew Ginny was spending time with hers, both of their mothers needing companionship at this first holiday season while missing a loved one, Tonks’ father and Ginny’s brother. So she planned on going to the Burrow the day after and spiriting away her from all that doom and gloom.
Outside around the Burrow all was still and cold, the ground protesting against the snow and turning everything to mush.
Shaking away the chill, Tonks turned back to the house and knocked twice. After a minute, the door opened onto a wary Ginny.
“Whatcha, Ginny!” Tonks said with a beaming smile.
Ginny, however, did not brighten up as Tonks had expected; instead, she glanced back into the house nervously and then back again with an anxious look.
“What’s the matter?”
“This … this isn’t a good time, Tonks. I wasn’t expecting you so .…” She trailed off as her gaze sharpened. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“No,” she said, even brighter than before, “we all got off this week.Thought I’d come down to cheer you up. Was it pretty bad with your mum yesterday?”
Ginny’s visage turned grave. “You’ve no idea.”
“Oh, sure I do. I mean, I lost my da as well, yeah? And Mum was all broken up about it for the hols. I’m positive yours was, too.” Tonks tried to peer around Ginny into the inside of the house, wondering how many of the residents were loitering about. None that she could see from here. “So whatch’ say we go have us some fun?”
“Tonks ….” Her face went through a myriad of emotions, finally settling on anger. “Stirring the waters like we did the other day … well, it was a big mistake.”
Tonks recoiled in shock. “What are you on about, Gin, what waters?”
“I have been shouted at, called names, made fun of and every other ridiculous thing because of our dance at the Ministry Yule Ball. And that’s just from the Wizarding World.” To prove her point, she walked over to the countertop where today’s Daily Prophet sat half folded. She picked it up, leafed through a few pages in the celebrity status section and handed it over. The top article stated LESBIAN WHORES DISRUPT MINISTRY BALL.
Tonks read the most vile speculation about the two of them as well as the public’s outcry at what they had done (just dancing) and what that implied they would be doing (kissing and going to bed together). It didn’t bother her any, but one glance at Ginny’s face told her that Ginny minded very much.
“They’re just stupid wankers, Ginny, dontcha mind them.” She tried to look encouraging, but that backfired.
Ginny flew her hands out in desperation. “But I got a lot worse from Mum, whole lectures against lesbian witches giving our society a bad name and how displeased she is that I wouldn’t be having any children, not to mention she and Dad are getting pressure from everyone to do something about their unnatural daughter.”
Tonks shrugged. “Ignore ‘em. It’s not their life to lead anyway, it’s yours.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Ginny agreed, “but it’s a lot harder to ignore my parents. And we need things to be peaceful around here. It’s awful enough without Fred.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Tonks, but I can’t do this with you.”
Without waiting for a reply, she closed the door in Tonks’ face.
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Author: starduchess
Pairings: Tonks/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 645
Warnings: none
Summary: Tonks goes to the Burrow to continue her relationship with Ginny, but things are not well.
A/N: Post-war. Drama. Written for
daisychain_drab Round 13. Sequel to Decorating with Mischief.Tonks was all excited about the upcoming hols. All the upper level Aurors, herself included, had been given the week off between Yule and New Year’s, leaving the junior members to man the desks and take care of the domestic disputes that always arose this time of year, and she was looking forward to spending some quality time with her new favourite person, Ginny Weasley.
Christmas Day was spent with her mother as she knew Ginny was spending time with hers, both of their mothers needing companionship at this first holiday season while missing a loved one, Tonks’ father and Ginny’s brother. So she planned on going to the Burrow the day after and spiriting away her from all that doom and gloom.
Outside around the Burrow all was still and cold, the ground protesting against the snow and turning everything to mush.
Shaking away the chill, Tonks turned back to the house and knocked twice. After a minute, the door opened onto a wary Ginny.
“Whatcha, Ginny!” Tonks said with a beaming smile.
Ginny, however, did not brighten up as Tonks had expected; instead, she glanced back into the house nervously and then back again with an anxious look.
“What’s the matter?”
“This … this isn’t a good time, Tonks. I wasn’t expecting you so .…” She trailed off as her gaze sharpened. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“No,” she said, even brighter than before, “we all got off this week.Thought I’d come down to cheer you up. Was it pretty bad with your mum yesterday?”
Ginny’s visage turned grave. “You’ve no idea.”
“Oh, sure I do. I mean, I lost my da as well, yeah? And Mum was all broken up about it for the hols. I’m positive yours was, too.” Tonks tried to peer around Ginny into the inside of the house, wondering how many of the residents were loitering about. None that she could see from here. “So whatch’ say we go have us some fun?”
“Tonks ….” Her face went through a myriad of emotions, finally settling on anger. “Stirring the waters like we did the other day … well, it was a big mistake.”
Tonks recoiled in shock. “What are you on about, Gin, what waters?”
“I have been shouted at, called names, made fun of and every other ridiculous thing because of our dance at the Ministry Yule Ball. And that’s just from the Wizarding World.” To prove her point, she walked over to the countertop where today’s Daily Prophet sat half folded. She picked it up, leafed through a few pages in the celebrity status section and handed it over. The top article stated LESBIAN WHORES DISRUPT MINISTRY BALL.
Tonks read the most vile speculation about the two of them as well as the public’s outcry at what they had done (just dancing) and what that implied they would be doing (kissing and going to bed together). It didn’t bother her any, but one glance at Ginny’s face told her that Ginny minded very much.
“They’re just stupid wankers, Ginny, dontcha mind them.” She tried to look encouraging, but that backfired.
Ginny flew her hands out in desperation. “But I got a lot worse from Mum, whole lectures against lesbian witches giving our society a bad name and how displeased she is that I wouldn’t be having any children, not to mention she and Dad are getting pressure from everyone to do something about their unnatural daughter.”
Tonks shrugged. “Ignore ‘em. It’s not their life to lead anyway, it’s yours.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Ginny agreed, “but it’s a lot harder to ignore my parents. And we need things to be peaceful around here. It’s awful enough without Fred.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Tonks, but I can’t do this with you.”
Without waiting for a reply, she closed the door in Tonks’ face.
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