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Title: The Debut of the Personality Popper
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 440
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Tonks
Prompt: (It was a picture of a rainbow – I don't know how to show it here.)
Warnings: No DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Teenyfic written for [insanejournal.com profile] kerrymdb at [insanejournal.com profile] magda2em's request. She asked for no angst, "something you read with a smile on your face," but not extreme fluff – I hope that this satisfies!



A rainbow-hued firecracker exploded overhead, the sparks raining down over Tonks. Severus was too late to push her out of the way – he lunged for her and missed, tripping over the hem of his robe.

All grace gone, he wind-milled until she caught him, pulling him up against her. She kissed the tip of his nose. "Seems like you caught my clumsiness for once," she said.

"Impossible," Severus said, pushing a finger into her cheek to kiss the indent away. "It isn't an infectious disease."

Fred and George grinned together, popping another firecracker over their heads. "It is now – the WWW patented prank, the Personality Popper."

"It's set to make it's debut this fall, and give us all a chance to share each other's traits and powers," they said in unison.

"A trial version for today –"

"Just for the special occasion of your wedding –"

"Free of charge, of course."

Severus glared at them, fingering his wand until they took off, dodging and ducking to make themselves difficult targets. They rushed out the door, slamming it behind them, and Severus turned to Tonks.

He tripped over the stool, stumbling into her and they crashed to the floor, Tonks laughing.

His head was pillowed on her breast, his embarrassment soothed by her steady heartbeat, when she said, "Severus?"

He pinched one of her nipples between two fingers, breathing over the hard peak. "Yes, love? Is there something that requires us to move before the ceremony?"

"I don't think that clumsiness is the only attribute that was transferred," she said, reaching down to fondle his arse. She pinched it, and when he yelped, she laughed at him. "Your hair is Gryffindor red and gold, love. It'll match your robes, but then ... black matches with everything."

"Witch," he told Tonks, "if this is your idea of a joke, then I'm not sure that I want to marry you."

"Wizard," she said, pinching his earlobe, "I'm entirely serious."

Severus leapt up, tripping over his feet until he found a mirror and cast a glamour charm over himself. "They will pay for this ..."

"After the honeymoon, dear." Tonks came up behind him, putting her arms around him, and rested her chin on his shoulder. She studied herself in the mirror, lifting a hand to tug at a lock of hair. "I think I've got your hair – grease and all."

Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him. "You'll marry me anyway?"

"Of course." He took her arm, careful not to trip over his own feet, and followed her down the stairs, and into the rainbow-hued bower that awaited them in the Great Hall.

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