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Alcohol can be fun

A/N: The last few days I've been reading another Hermionadora...Tonksamione...doramiine...hermionks...metamorphmionegus...grangeronks? Either way I've been discovering the amazing

Love and War by SoManySkullz

If you have the time I highly recommend reading that fic. It inspired me to keep going and update this fic. Since it has been a while since I've been inspired on this story I decided to give you lovely readers a longer update. Yay!

Here is where we will begin diverting more from the original story in what direction it is going.

Disclaimer: NSFW smut in this chapter, you have been warned if this bothers you

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Deep into the night a very drunk Tonks stumbled into her flat. She was right pissed, firewhisky had started the night but ended in a stream of countless muggle drinks...

The evening began after she hung up her Auror's robes ending her shift. Tired from Moody's tirade of 'constant vigilance!!!'

They had been patrolling on their brooms all evening, keeping a keen eye out for the Death Eater attacks that informants had said were coming. While they had a few skirmishes, nothing to the scale at which they predicted, had happened yet.

She had been restless since dropping her mate off at Hogwarts' gates and had kept busy, throwing herself into work at the ministry and volunteering at the Order headquarters.

Tonight however, she was frustrated. Longing for her mate, feeling trapped having to hunker down constantly, she decided enough was enough! Getting right sloshed was the best idea she had to date. So after pre-gaming on some leftover firewhisky she had in her flat, Tonks made her way out for the night, dressed like a member of the band The Runaways.

Muggle London at night came alive. One of her muggle friends from her apartment, that she had run into that night helpfully introduced her to a drink called a Shandy, it was a beer mixed with 7up or sprite. Truly weird muggle concoction that Tonks admitted tasted surprisingly good, especially after a few pints of Guinness and 5 Long Island iced teas to relax her stressed limbs.

Several muggle men had tried to chat up the auror, only to have a hand placed on their face mid game, shooting them down, immediately laughing. One truly clueless muggle male ended up not taking the hint and found himself with a broken wrist and face bloodied against the table in front of her after she wrenched his hand behind his back mumbling something drunkenly about her mate eating them alive if she ever found out he had laid hands on her. The woman was not a delicate flower, she was a badass auror and kicked the fool away. Tonks had then promptly went back to drinking the hard liquor she had switched to at that point, stumbling around clumsily from one smoky pub to the next.

Her evening finished off after it had been raining some time. She had fallen off of the entrance steps to the next pub into the mud cutting her eyebrow with the impact, while wildly laughing about mudblood something or other to the confusion of the muggle patrons. The doorman ended up coincidentally being a kind squib and had hurriedly corralled the drunk woman and called a cab for the her. She had patted her pockets down when they asked her address and was happy to find that she had a laminated card stitched into the inside of her coat. This item had been made for just this occasion it told of her address, since she hadn't the foggiest as to where exactly she lived at this point.

Finally making it up to her flat she forewent her keys for her backup lock. She placed her hand on the door while speaking 'open sesame seed buns!' Not her most eloquent spell but it made her laugh every time.