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A Proper Proposition	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The crash of glass breaking roused him from his sleep. The
fact that
it was accompanied by Tonks' muttered "Fuck!" helped to refresh his
memory
as he struggled to remember where he was.

"What in blazes are you doing?" he shouted, raising his head to
glare at
the bathroom door.

"Sorry, broke a water glass," she said, hurrying out into the main
room and apparently searching on the floor to retrieve her wand from
the discarded robe. "Be back in a minute!" she called, running
back through the door.
"Reparo!"

"What time is it?" he muttered irritably as he felt her get back
into the
bed. As marvelous as the waterbed was for sex, he was beginning
to
miss the solidity of his own mattress. There was a certain
stiffness in his muscles which he refused to believe could be anything
but a response to the unfamiliar sleeping surface.

"About three," she said, as she tried to straighten out the blankets
again.

Plumping the pillow under his head, he turned onto his right side
and closed
his eyes. He felt her cuddle next to him, her face pressed
against his neck as she laid her hand upon his arm. Just as his
breathing
began to relax and deepen, he suddenly became aware of the fact that
her
hand had dropped down onto his hip and was inching forward.

"What are you doing?" he asked, icily.

"Just seeing if Mr. Willy wants to come out and play again," she
replied.

He tried to brush her off, but she had already found what she had
been seeking.

"Oh, he does, he does!" she whispered, excitedly.

"That is nothing more than a normal nocturnal occurrence," he
insisted, forcing her hand away.

"Yeah, right," she answered. "The fact that you have a naked witch
beside you has nothing to do with it, huh?"

He kept his eyes closed as he felt her rise from the bed. He
frowned slightly as he heard some strange, scratching sounds, but
refused to give her the satisfaction of responding to them. Then
he heard her pad softly
over to his side of the bed.

"Lumos!"

He growled and reached behind him to retrieve another pillow,
placing this
one over his head.

"Sna-a-a-a-pe!" she called softly.

He turned over in bed, facing away from her now.

"Oy, Sna-a-a-a-pe!" she repeated. "Look what I have!"

With a sigh, he sat up in bed and tossed the pillow to the
side. "Would you please-" he began. But then he stopped and
stared at her, squinting in the dim light.

She was naked, but something was sparkling in the candlelight as she
moved her hips from side to side. As he leaned over to get a
closer look, he suddenly realized that one of his emerald cuff links
was now lodged in her navel.

"I've always wanted one of these belly-button bobs," she said.
"And now I've even got a spare!"

"All right," he hissed, throwing the covers aside. "Return
that to
me immediately."

"Come and get it," she taunted, backing away from him.

"Tonks!" he roared, getting to his feet.

"Come and get it, Snape," she repeated.

Now she was leaning against the wall and looking back over her
shoulder at him. Even in the dim glow of the candle he could see
that there were some faint bruise marks upon her lovely bottom,
apparently inflicted by his own fingertips during their last
coupling. But his momentary twinge of conscience was soon
overwhelmed by his arousal as she bent at the waist and spread her legs
for him. Propping herself against the wall with her right hand,
she lazily trailed the left one across her lower back, down her cleft
and onto her upper thigh.

Nostrils flaring, he strode over to her. Wrapping his arms
around her torso, he rammed his body against her, his rapidly-hardening
manhood digging into her hip. Brushing her hair over her left
shoulder, he bent
down to flick his tongue against her backbone. Moving his hands
to
her waist, he suddenly reached out to tickle her. As her stomach
rippled
with laughter, the purloined stud fell out of her belly button and into
his
open hand.

"Damn!" she cried, as he turned slightly to the side and tossed the
cuff link onto the bed. "Guess we'll just have to find something
else to plug into me!"

He chuckled softly and moved his hand downward, seeking and finding
her clit as she squirmed against him. Although she was only of
average height, she had proportionately long legs, and without too much
difficulty he managed to begin working the tip of his erection into
her.

"Are you certain you would not prefer to return to the bed?" he
asked.

In response, she brought both hands in front of her to brace herself
against the wall and moved her legs farther apart. A moment later
he was plunging once more into her delightful wetness.

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"Snape?"

His eyes flew open again, and this time as he struggled into a
sitting position he saw that the bed had been transfigured back into
its presumably original condition. He couldn't say that, as far
as sleeping went, it was much of an improvement, for the mattress was
quite shabby and lumpy. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw,
to his surprise, that she was not
only dressed, but was once again in disguise as the blonde beauty who
had
appeared in the barroom the night before.

"Sorry," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "But I have to be
leaving. Remus and I are taking Harry and his friends back to
Hogwarts on the Knight Bus today."

He grimaced. "My condolences." His eyes traveled up and
down her body. "You are traveling in that form?" he asked.

"Oh, no," she laughed. "Just standard procedure to leave the
building in the body you came in," she explained.

"I see," he said, slowly lying back down upon the bed.

"Ah, by the way both of your cufflinks are back on the table next to
your wand," she said, as if searching about for something to say.

"Thank you," he replied.

"Well, I suppose I should be going."

He nodded silently.

She dropped her hands to her hips and shuffled her feet for a
moment. "I really enjoyed last night," she said finally.

"As did I," he answered.

"I don't suppose-" she began, nervously twisting her fingers in
front of
her. "That you're going to be back in town anytime soon?"

He frowned and studied the wall on the opposite side of the
room. "I hardly think it would be wise to continue to meet in
this manner," he said finally.

"Oh, yeah, not on a regular basis or anything," she agreed,
hurriedly. "But, sometime, maybe?"

"Yes," he said, suddenly turning back to face her.
"Sometime." Their eyes met for several seconds.

She nodded and brushed the hair away from her face. Taking in
a
deep breath, she took a few hesitant steps toward the bed. "Can I
kiss
you good-bye?" she asked, quietly.

"If you wish."

As she bent down, they both closed their eyes. She wound her
fingers through his hair and he brought his hands up against her neck
as their lips met. But after a moment he dropped his hands and
she reluctantly ended the embrace and moved away from the bed.

She walked back to the other side of the room and placed her hand
upon the doorknob. He noted that the large window had disappeared
from the
upper panel.

"See you around, Snape," she said.

She turned toward the door.

"Tonks?"

"Yeah," she said, glancing back at him.

"Please try, for my sake, not to fall down the stairs and break your
neck on the way out," he said with a wry smile upon his face.

She laughed and grinned back at him. "I'll do my best."
She opened the door and then turned to him once more. "And you be
careful as well."

"I always am," he replied in a slightly affronted tone.

"Well, be extra careful for my sake?" she asked, seriously.

He blinked, looking rather surprised for a moment. "I shall,"
he promised, as his smile widened into a grin.

He was relieved to see her return the smile before closing the door
behind her.

He forced himself to remain in the bed until he was sure she had
made her
way to the stairs. Throwing the covers back, he arose and walked
over
to the window. Moving the shade away from the glass, he stared
down
into the street. He watched as she emerged from the building, and
continued
to observe her until she had disappeared around a nearby corner.

With a sigh, he allowed the shade to fall back in place and strode
to the
other side of the room. Retrieving the socks from where she had
placed
them in his boots, he sat down upon the bed and began to get dressed.
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