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August 7th, 2005 (02:14 pm)

I Feel: sleepy
I Am Listening To: ...But Home Is Nowhere *AFI*

Title Turncoat.
Rating: PG-13 Swearing, Adult Themes =)
Pairing: Implied Remus/Tonks, With a tiny bit of Tonks/Snape
Summary: “You had a simple job Miss Tonks, to get close to him, find out everything you could, and then when instructed, kill him. And you couldn’t do it.”
Authors Note: Just a late night ficlet... I like the idea behind it, as for the finished product... I think it seems a bit cliche perhaps...

It is un-betaed so brace yourself for not so good grammar... If you really feel the need, or are bored, feel free to beta it and email me the beta-ed version. If not Im afraid this will have to do =)

ETA: NOW BETA-ED *Hugs to Kristy, who's LJ username I can't remember*

Turncoat
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Her long ebony curls shone in the dim candle light as she slinked into his room. Completely aware of her presence he allowed her to slide onto his lap and begin to kiss her way up his neck, grinding her hips into his. He used her advancements as his opportunity to slide his hand into her robes and remove her wand. She had just moved to unfasten his robes when in one swift movement; she was removed from his lap, and thrown against the damp stone wall. He stood up moving slowly towards her.

She stood at his command. Her body ached from coming into such forceful contact with the wall. She winced, pain shooting through her shoulder as he pressed his wand firmly against her throat. She instinctively reached for her wand, panic gracing her beautiful face when she failed to find it. He noticed her begin to tremble and couldn’t help but smirk.

“Not so big anymore are we Nymphadora?”

“You betrayed me” the young witch screamed, trying to lash out.

Snape laughed.
“You foolish girl. You should consider yourself lucky that the Dark Lord only wants me to kill you. Believe me there are many fates worse than death.”

She looked at him stunned. “I…I thought you were here as a member of the Order.”

“Your naïve. It’s a shame.” He ran the hand which didn’t have a firm grip on his wand, down the side of her face. “You were a rather enjoyable fuck.”

Tonks spat in his face. “Why? What did I do?” her voice was edging on hysterical.

“Actually Nymphadora from what I’ve been told it’s what you didn’t do with which theDark Lord has a problem.” He knew that Tonks knew precisely what he was referring to. “Although you did do something a Death Eater never has the luxury of. You fell in love. You thought you had a heart of steel, but if he’s all it took to break you, then you are of no use to the Dark Lord.”

Tonks scoffed at him, “He thinks I'm in love with that _werewolf?_” Snape had to give her a little credit, she was not a bad liar. She may have even fooled him, had he not been able to see everything she was hiding from him.

“You had a simple job Miss Tonks. To get close to him, find out everything you could, and then kill him when instructed.,. And you couldn’t do it.”

“There was more to get out of him. It was an inappropriate time to kill him.”

“It was the exact time to kill him; you do not disobey a direct order from the Dark Lord. Besides if your aim was to spare his miserable life for a few more moments, you failed at that as well.” He saw the pain flash briefly in her eyes, but found himself impressed that she didn’t show more than that.

“Why?” She asked, her voice void of anything. She was unable to feel emotion anymore.

“Greyback was instructed to kill him this morning.”

Tonks was doing all she could to hold back tears. “Did he know?”

“I'm assuming you are referring to the fact that the woman he trusted, the woman he loved more than anything, is nothing but a turncoat? I am of course going by word of mouth, but rumor is he refused to believe it.” Snape laughed cruelly “He trusted you. With his life.” He noticed the look of hurt cross her features. “Not feeling guilty are we Nymphadora?”

All of a sudden she hated herself. Hated everything she had done over the last two years. She closed her eyes, turning her long locks a bright bubblegum pink, her eyes a vibrant shade of green.

“Just do it Snape. Kill me.” He fingered her now vibrant hair.

“Not that I would ever tell anyone, but I’ve always preferred it pink. Don’t get me wrong you deserve your fate for disobeying the Dark Lord; I do find it an awful shame to kill such a beautiful creature.” He wrenched her hair violently so she was looking directly at him, as he moved his wand directly above her heart. “Any final words Nymphadora?”

She looked him directly in the eyes, failing to find any emotion there at all.

“It’s Tonks not Nymphadora... And you’re right, I did love him. I didn’t want to; I thought I could do anything for the dark…for Voldemort. I was wrong.”

Without speaking, a flash of green emitted from Snape’s wand. Tonks lifeless body crumpled to the floor. Snape sighed flicking his wand to send the dark mark above their location. He took one last look at her body on the floor, before he disapparated from the castle. Being evil wasn’t always an easy job.