Disclaimer: It all
belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Author’s Notes: Thanks, as always, goes to Ara Kane for her
skillz. This ficlet is dedicated to all
the Kingsley/Tonks shippers and everyone who reviewed A Kingsley Christmas. This takes place sometime during OotP, after Umbridge took over, but
before the Department of Mysteries.
By: The Morning Starr
Kingsley Shacklebolt surveyed the small kitchen table and
its contents. He was fairly impressed
with his own cooking skills. The recipe
was Molly’s, of course, but he’d followed it exactly and was pleased with the
results. Only the mis-matched dinnerware
gave him away as a bachelor.
But will it work?
He shook his head as if to rid himself of such negative
thoughts. Of course it would work. All they needed was a little spice in their
relationship. A romantic dinner ought to
do the trick. It should fix their
And yet, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly needed
fixing. He and Tonks had fun
together. They talked whenever they
could. He certainly couldn’t complain about the physical aspects. There was just this nagging feeling that he
was losing her and there was nothing he could do about. In the back of his mind even his dinner plans
Sure, there were external stresses. Dumbledore was currently a fugitive, Dolores
Umbridge was acting Headmistress at Hogwarts.
Things were getting more dangerous at work as Rufus Scrimgeour became
increasingly suspicious about what he and Tonks got up to in the evenings. They finally let their relationship become
public knowledge around the office just to get Scrimgeour to stop asking
questions. None of that seemed to
matter, however, when he held Tonks in his arms.
So why this sense of
At first he had tried to shrug it off as the trials of being
at war. But his sense of impending loss
seemed tied to a romantic rival, though he could not figure out who this rival
It’s as if some hidden
hand is wedging us apart, and we just don’t know it yet.
The knock at the door forced him to leave his negative
thoughts behind. Once last glance at the
table told him everything was in place.
A flick of his wand lit the candles, and he headed for the front door.
The woman on the other side of the door looked distinctly
like Severus Snape’s sister. Her black
hair was straggly and her nose was so hooked it looked like a bit like a
miniature boomerang was stuck inside of it.
Fortunately Kingsley had learned some time ago that the one thing Tonks
couldn’t change by morphing was the twinkle in her eye. He smiled and held the door open for her.
By the time he locked the door and turned around to face
her, Tonks had already morphed back into her usual pink hair. She greeted him with a kiss.
“Mmmm,” said Tonks, smelling the air once she’d released
him, “smells good, Kingsley. Are you
sure you cooked that on your own?”
“You doubt my prowess in the kitchen, do you?” A grin played at the corners of his mouth.
“Some of the most competent wizards are still rubbish when
it comes to cooking. Besides, it smells
like something of Molly’s.”
“It is something of Molly’s.
But I promise I made it all by myself.”
He showed her into the kitchen.
“In that case, I
should probably check to make sure it’s safe for human consumption.” She stuck her tongue out at him, but then
caught sight of the table and gasped.
“Kingsley, it’s beautiful.”
The kitchen lights had been dimmed, and royal blue hangings
were suspended in midair to keep the appliances hidden and create the illusion
of a private table in a restaurant. Some
candles were floating over the table; a spell had apparently been cast to keep
the wax from dripping onto the food. The
dishes were clearly his best, although few of them came from the same set. There was a bottle of wine off to one side
that seemed to radiate expensive taste.
Yet for all the planning and preparation, it suddenly seemed
Minutes later, they were popping open the wine bottle on the
sofa, eating their dinner off of trays that they’d conjured, the romantic
kitchen long forgotten. They were
“And then Sirius
said, ‘the reason Voldemort can’t read his thoughts is because he’s too
preoccupied with that nose!’ I tell you,
Kingsley, even Molly couldn’t help laughing at that one.”
“Who else was at headquarters?” Kingsley asked as he filled
up Tonks’ glass with wine.
“Oh, just the usual,” she answered after taking a sip. “Molly, Arthur, Sirius, Remus and me.”
He felt a sudden pang of unexplained jealousy. “Oh, is Remus back from his assignment,
then?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
“Yeah. He didn’t say
much about it. Come to think of it, he’s
not much of a talker. He talks to
Sirius, though. Hey, you don’t think
“Oh, you know what I mean.
They live together. They gave
Harry a birthday present together. It’s
like they each are the only one who truly understands the other…”
“They probably are. They lost
their other two best friends to Voldemort, and if they hadn’t lost Peter to
him, they wouldn’t have lost James. I
for one couldn’t imagine what that must be like. Maybe Sirius is the only one who understands Remus, and vice versa.”
“You don’t think there’s anything else there, then? Anything more?”
Again the unexplained jealousy flared up, and he suddenly
knew the source. “Why are you so
concerned? Trying to see if Remus is
He regretted saying it the second the words left his
mouth. The regret intensified when he
caught the expression of shock and then hurt on her face.
“Why would you suggest something like that?” asked Tonks.
Not really knowing what to say to that, Kingsley downed the
rest of his wine. He then proceeded to
tell her everything that had been on his mind lately: the feeling that he was
going to lose her to someone else, and the realization just moments ago that
the someone else was Remus. She listened
to everything he had to say, concern etched in her heart-shaped face.
“Kingsley,” she said when he was finished, “I really don’t
know what to say. I rarely even talk to
Remus. Besides, don’t you think he’s a
Wrapping his arms around her, he said in her ear, “Tonks, I
can remember ever having this much fun in a relationship. It’s been great. But I can’t shake the feeling that you’re
going to fall for him. And when you do,
I don’t want an ugly breakup. I want us
to still be friends.”
Tonks made no attempt to break from his embrace. “So you want to break up now? Is that what you’re saying.”
“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”
She was quiet for a moment, then pulled away from him,
eyeing him suspiciously. “Do you have
Seer blood in your family?”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Not that I know of.”
“You know,” she said, refilling each of their glasses of
wine before settling back on the sofa, “this could end up being a
self-fulfilling prophecy. If I suddenly
notice how handsome Remus is, it’ll be your fault.”
Taking his wine glass from her, he said, “I imagine it will
be.” He kissed her on the top of her
head. It was not the passionate kiss
she’d greeted him with earlier in the evening, but one to remind both of them
that no matter what the future had in store, they would always remain close.
Tonks raised her glass, and Kingsley followed suit. “To friendship.”
“To friendship indeed.”
He took a sip of his wine. After
a moment he said, “So what else did Sirius have to say about ole’ Snape?”
The rest of the evening was spent in laughter as Tonks did
her best impressions of half the Order, facial features included.
Author’s Notes: For the
record, I liked how J.K. Rowling wrote Remus/Tonks. But I wanted my ship to sink with some