Harry Potter: An Alternate Universe

6) Moping Around

Year: Graduated 1991
House: Hufflepuff
Gender: F
Love Interest: Nymphadora Tonks

On the most recent mission given by the Order, your girlfriend Tonks had seriously injured herself, and was sent home to recover until she was invited on another mission again. In her attempt to prevent a dark wizard from flying away on her broom, she jumped on top of him, and got knocked off a few feet off the ground. The result was a shattered collar, which was too risky to treat with Gro-a-Bone. After only a few days of being stuck in your flat, she had grown a bit irritable.

You, another member of the Order, volunteered to stay with her in between  missions to make sure she was getting along okay. Late one night, you returned home to your girlfriend moping around the flat.

"Tonks?," you call, locking the door behind you. You drop the keys on the kitchen counter, taking your coat off and hanging it behind one of the chairs. "Tonks?" She appeared from the end of the hallway, her hair a greenish-blue. She stood, slumped against the wall.

"Hi," she moaned.

"What's the matter with you?," you ask. She shrugged, moving over to the living room and plopping down on the sofa. Her body stretched out over every surface, leaving you no room to sit if you wanted to. You proceed towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. On the way, you go to your room and pick out a pair of clean clothes, bringing them to the bathroom.

You had just pulled your shirt over your head and dropped it on the floor, when Tonks appeared behind you. You instinctively cross your arms over your chest, frowning at her. "A little warning next time, maybe?" She shuffled closer to you, hugging you from behind, and resting her chin on your shoulder.

"Need any help?"

"No thank you," you reply. She still seemed mopey. "What's wrong?" She shook her head.

"Just a bit down," she mumbled.

"So I can tell. No reason?"

"I wanna fiiiight," she whined. "I hate being stuck here while you get to have all the fun!" The roots of her hair turned a vibrant red, before sinking back to its original color. "It's not fair."

"I'm sorry," you said, taking one of her hands from around your waist and kissing it. "You should be all better, soon enough. Now may I please have some privacy?"

"If you insist," she ogled you one last time, her hair turning its usual bright magenta. You resumed changing into your sleepwear and following the rest of your nightly routine, then covered up some cuts here and there with bandages. When you made it back to the living room, Tonks was all curled up in a fuzzy blanket, looking rather sleepy. She sat up a bit to make room, wincing when she did.

"Careful, there," you said, helping her sit up the rest of the way.

"This blasted thing," she snarled, pointing to the thick bandage over part of her collarbone. You sat beside her so she'd fall back down onto your lap. She fit right between your legs, her head right in the crook of your neck, and your arms resting lazily over her waist. The blanket covered the both of you.

"I'll be back at the Auror's office tomorrow."

"Yeah," she sighed.

"Maybe on the way home, I'll pick up something from the bakery."

"That'd be nice."

"Hopefully you'll be over your little funk."

"I hope so, too."

"Just think, you'll be able to lift stuff and move around in no time." She smiled a bit, closing her eyes. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

Goodnight, everyone. I am exhaustion (yes, I know what I said). I'll still take requests (still, as if I got a single one yet (which I haven't (wow, triple parenthesis, this is too much.))).