Charlie/Tonks
“Thanks again for helping me with this,” Tonks said for at least the twelfth time, patting down the soil in the newly repotted crawling vine. “It’s gonna be weird not having to check on this lovely one every evening before supper—what?”
Charlie shook his head, still chuckling quietly. “Just picturing you trying to keep this thing alive in a flat. I’m not sure which of you would accidentally kill the other first,” he teased with a grin. It earned him a clump of dirt chucked at him, which he neatly sidestepped and graciously Vanished.
“Can it, you. I’m sure Jimothy would keep me on my toes, but I think in the end he’s happier here in the greenhouse,” she said with an overdone affronted sniff, earning a new chuckle that she winked at him for.
They quickly cleaned up and got her final N.E.W.T. project plant installed with the permanent denizens of Greenhouse Number Three, where it immediately tried to creep its vines around a neighbour. Charlie cast a hasty containment charm, wagging his wand at the plant in admonishment. “Now, now, you overgrown weed, Professor Sprout will use us for mulch if you strangle your greenhouse-mates. I’d hate to have to clip those feelers of yours, Jimothy.”
“Oi! Expelliarmus!” Tonks shouted, successfully ripping his wand from his hand, but fumbling it a few times before she finally caught it and brandished it at him with a triumphant little ‘hah!’ “No damaging my plant-child. I put nine months of hard work into ‘im, after all.”
Charlie rolled his eyes. “Putting those Auror skills to work protecting the innocent already, are we?” He held up his wrists together. “Gonna cuff me, too, Auror Tonks?”
She gave him a speculative once-over. “I really should. Truss you up nicely and tuck you away behind locked doors. Your mum might even thank me for keeping you away from your dangerous dragons,” she teased lowly.
“Oh, the shock! The horror! She’s so sure you’ll marry my brother someday, once you both see sense!” he mocked.
Tonks made a face. “I adore Bill and all, but no. Just no. Not sure I’m the settling type at all, anyway.” She shrugged, then pushed him behind a section of shrubbery by little pokes to his chest as he backed away. “Plus, the scandal if anyone found out I’d been fucking his brother on the regular for years.” She smirked, walking her fingers up his tie.
“Oh, I see. Is that why you so adamantly needed my help with the repotting? Couldn’t keep off me? I seem to remember bending you over the Quidditch stands just yesterday...” His knees hit the edge and he sat down on one of the low workbenches, plenty hidden from anyone entering, sprawling his limbs confidently.
She smacked his shoulder as she took the invitation and straddled his lap. “We’ve two days until we ship off out of here, Charlie Weasley, and I know I likely won’t see you in the two weeks home before you ship out to Romania. I’m gonna bloody well miss my best friend, you wanker, so just hush and let me ride you, yeah?”
Charlie grinned, threading his hands into her brightly multicoloured hair. “Wherever and whenever you like, darling. We’ve got two whole days, after all. And the whole train ride ho—”
She crashed her mouth over his, clacking their teeth together, effectively shutting him up.