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And here I am again today...
One- I am *definitely* writing a lot today. Two- I also seem to be swinging from one end of the pendulum to the other within the span of hours. ^^;;
So yes, I am once again happy. ^__^ Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tdei and to mbp12, who updated Solitare! :D Yes, I am shamelessly pimping it.
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andropotterist challenge #4, And a Wedding with Babies
Title: The "Almost Normal" Family Outing
Rating: PG-13 for insults
Pairing: Remus/Tonk, although Harry and Draco somehow took over.
Word Count: 766
Summary: Remus waits in the car with Harry and Draco as Tonks and the girls go shopping for a bridal dress.
(Authors' Note: Um... this story somehow got from the wedding challenge to a game of insults. ^^;; Sorry about that!)
“Stop touching me!”
“I’m not the one touching you, you’re the one touching me!”
Remus rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a migraine coming on. Why had he been the one left behind to mind those two, again? Two, hormonal, arch-rival teenaged boys who couldn’t seem to get along even for the span of just a few seconds? Remus swore that he had just broken up a bubbling fight a few moments ago.
Why, oh why, hadn’t he volunteered to go wedding-dress shopping with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna?
Oh, yes. Because Tonks didn’t want him to see the dress.
There was a grunting noise behind him in the car as something fell onto the ground. A single moment of blessed silence before accusations began to fly again.
“Oh, great, Potter- now look what you did!”
“I didn’t do anything, Malfoy. You’re the one who was supposed to be holding onto that!”
“If you hadn’t been pushing me, I wouldn’t have dropped it in the first place!”
“And if you hadn’t been poking me, I wouldn’t have pushed you!”
“I wasn’t poking you!” A dignified sniff of distain.
“What do you call it, then? Trying to kill me by sticking your finger through my ribs?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
Remus couldn’t concentrate anymore. He turned his head to glare at the two boys sitting in the back seats. “That’s it! The both of you! If you two can’t stop arguing, one of you will have to travel in the trunk!” He was stressed enough as it was, and really didn’t need the additional headaches.
“Well, we both know who’d fit better in the trunk.” Draco sneered out at Harry.
“Yeah,” Harry snapped back, straining his seat beat. “You.”
This started another round of growling at each other that Remus really didn’t want to hear. He was already having butterflies in his stomach from waiting for the girls- he didn’t want to deal with the boys, as well. Great Merlin… they were never this bad at home. Why was it that they had to turn it up so much in the car where Remus was the one other one who could hear them?
Remus’s stomach gave another twist as his thoughts wandered back to the wedding.
“You know, the world would be a much better place if you would just drop dead, Malfoy.” Harry snapped venomously. “We might actually end hunger and establish world peace if you died.”
“Stealing lines off the weasel again?” Draco drawled. “If I weren’t here, your lives would be too dull to live.”
A shaggy bush of pink hair appeared out of the shop, followed closely by bushy brown hair, long red hair, and then dirty-blonde. Remus sat up straighter immediately, knowing that salvation was near.
Gods… it was sad when his idea of salvation was a bunch of bridal-shopping girls to save him from Harry and Draco.
“You aren’t that impressive yourself, Potter.” Draco was sneering. “For the mop you call hair and how you’re shorter than most third-years.”
Harry stiffened.
Luckily, before the raven-haired boy could reply, Tonks was bearing down at them, sticking her head through the open window on Remus’s side and grinning. “Hey, boys! You wouldn’t believe how beautiful the dresses are in there!” there were stars in her eyes as she said that. “This is going to be the best wedding ever!”
Both boys shut up at her enthusiasm, not wanting to spoil her day.
“So did you find something you like, love?” Remus asked from the front seat as Tonks got into the passenger seat, and the trio of girls bullied the two teenaged boys to move over so that they could get into the very back row.
“Oh, yes.” Tonks said cheerfully. “I found something you’d look especially beautiful in, Remus.”
The werewolf sighed. He wondered again how drunk he had been when he agreed to switch the roles in their wedding. But if Tonks really wanted it, he wouldn’t have protested anyway. Much.
“How were the boys?” She asked curiously, ignoring the shouting match that was starting up again in the back.
Remus tried to stifle a groan. “I am sick of their flirting.”
Tonks gave him a sympathetic look, and patted him on the arm reassuringly.
Hermione’s voice rose above the bin of chatter. “Get a room, you two!”
“No one asked for your advice, Mudblood!”
“Oh, shut up, Malfoy!”
“Make me, Potter!”
Remus and Tonks spent the rest of the car ride back pretending not to hear what was going on the back seat and the girls’ stifled laughter.
So yes, I am once again happy. ^__^ Thanks to
tdei and to mbp12, who updated Solitare! :D Yes, I am shamelessly pimping it.Response to
andropotterist challenge #4, And a Wedding with BabiesTitle: The "Almost Normal" Family Outing
Rating: PG-13 for insults
Pairing: Remus/Tonk, although Harry and Draco somehow took over.
Word Count: 766
Summary: Remus waits in the car with Harry and Draco as Tonks and the girls go shopping for a bridal dress.
(Authors' Note: Um... this story somehow got from the wedding challenge to a game of insults. ^^;; Sorry about that!)
“Stop touching me!”
“I’m not the one touching you, you’re the one touching me!”
Remus rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a migraine coming on. Why had he been the one left behind to mind those two, again? Two, hormonal, arch-rival teenaged boys who couldn’t seem to get along even for the span of just a few seconds? Remus swore that he had just broken up a bubbling fight a few moments ago.
Why, oh why, hadn’t he volunteered to go wedding-dress shopping with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna?
Oh, yes. Because Tonks didn’t want him to see the dress.
There was a grunting noise behind him in the car as something fell onto the ground. A single moment of blessed silence before accusations began to fly again.
“Oh, great, Potter- now look what you did!”
“I didn’t do anything, Malfoy. You’re the one who was supposed to be holding onto that!”
“If you hadn’t been pushing me, I wouldn’t have dropped it in the first place!”
“And if you hadn’t been poking me, I wouldn’t have pushed you!”
“I wasn’t poking you!” A dignified sniff of distain.
“What do you call it, then? Trying to kill me by sticking your finger through my ribs?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
Remus couldn’t concentrate anymore. He turned his head to glare at the two boys sitting in the back seats. “That’s it! The both of you! If you two can’t stop arguing, one of you will have to travel in the trunk!” He was stressed enough as it was, and really didn’t need the additional headaches.
“Well, we both know who’d fit better in the trunk.” Draco sneered out at Harry.
“Yeah,” Harry snapped back, straining his seat beat. “You.”
This started another round of growling at each other that Remus really didn’t want to hear. He was already having butterflies in his stomach from waiting for the girls- he didn’t want to deal with the boys, as well. Great Merlin… they were never this bad at home. Why was it that they had to turn it up so much in the car where Remus was the one other one who could hear them?
Remus’s stomach gave another twist as his thoughts wandered back to the wedding.
“You know, the world would be a much better place if you would just drop dead, Malfoy.” Harry snapped venomously. “We might actually end hunger and establish world peace if you died.”
“Stealing lines off the weasel again?” Draco drawled. “If I weren’t here, your lives would be too dull to live.”
A shaggy bush of pink hair appeared out of the shop, followed closely by bushy brown hair, long red hair, and then dirty-blonde. Remus sat up straighter immediately, knowing that salvation was near.
Gods… it was sad when his idea of salvation was a bunch of bridal-shopping girls to save him from Harry and Draco.
“You aren’t that impressive yourself, Potter.” Draco was sneering. “For the mop you call hair and how you’re shorter than most third-years.”
Harry stiffened.
Luckily, before the raven-haired boy could reply, Tonks was bearing down at them, sticking her head through the open window on Remus’s side and grinning. “Hey, boys! You wouldn’t believe how beautiful the dresses are in there!” there were stars in her eyes as she said that. “This is going to be the best wedding ever!”
Both boys shut up at her enthusiasm, not wanting to spoil her day.
“So did you find something you like, love?” Remus asked from the front seat as Tonks got into the passenger seat, and the trio of girls bullied the two teenaged boys to move over so that they could get into the very back row.
“Oh, yes.” Tonks said cheerfully. “I found something you’d look especially beautiful in, Remus.”
The werewolf sighed. He wondered again how drunk he had been when he agreed to switch the roles in their wedding. But if Tonks really wanted it, he wouldn’t have protested anyway. Much.
“How were the boys?” She asked curiously, ignoring the shouting match that was starting up again in the back.
Remus tried to stifle a groan. “I am sick of their flirting.”
Tonks gave him a sympathetic look, and patted him on the arm reassuringly.
Hermione’s voice rose above the bin of chatter. “Get a room, you two!”
“No one asked for your advice, Mudblood!”
“Oh, shut up, Malfoy!”
“Make me, Potter!”
Remus and Tonks spent the rest of the car ride back pretending not to hear what was going on the back seat and the girls’ stifled laughter.