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FIC: Red Wine and Redheads (Ginny/Nymphadora)

Title: Red Wine and Redheads
Author: [personal profile] digthewriter
Recipient: Anonymous for [community profile] rarepair_shorts
Pairing: Ginny/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: PG
Word Count/Art Medium: 535
Notes: This fic is inspired by the Greek cuisine from the restaurant I went to when I met [livejournal.com profile] sassy_cissa during my recent trip. Unbetaed.
Summary: Ginny works hard but likes to make time for other things.

Ginny takes a breath of relief as she sits in the corner of her favourite café and opens up her briefcase. It's been a long day. A fucking long day, indeed, and she doesn't have time for anyone. Anymore.

She no longer gives any fucks about other people, and their problems, or whatever anyone has to say to her about her life, her clothes, her attitude. She is done.

It's well past seven o'clock, and all she wants to do is sit in her café, in her favourite corner, order her sandwich and coffee, and read her book. It's been a while since she's been ignoring her favourite characters and find out the mystery between them, and finally, oh finally get to the romance.

Her work is not going to bother her tonight. No one is going to bother her, except for the main character of her book, and her sexiness, and her obvious crush on the male character of the story — the main character reminds Ginny of herself, of course, with her coy remarks, and her difficulty to commit.

This is her guilty pleasure. This is what she loves doing at the end of a very long, and hard day at the office.


"Back at it, I see."

The voice takes Ginny out from the trans of enjoying her book. She wants to be annoyed but she knows she can't. Because it's none other than Nymphadora Tonks that's teasing her.

"It's you," she says, closing the book, but not before marking the page, and putting it back in her briefcase. "What do you want?"

Tonks shrugs and sits across from her. It's hard to believe the woman's so much older than Ginny because Ginny likes to think they're the same age. Tonks sure acts like it. And Ginny wants… wants her.

"Didn't think you were gonna come in tonight."

"I've been busy."

"Hmm… too busy for your favourite Spanakopita."

Ginny sighs. "You know I love it. And I come in as much as I can if work allows it."

Tonks bites her lower lip. "So that's why you're here?"

Ginny wants to roll her eyes, but she doesn't. She knows how Nymphadora feels about this. Ginny, after all her hard work in Quidditch, and other careers she'd pursued, had ended up being a solicitor. She's always busy. But never too busy for Tonks. Or at least, she tries to make room for little things in her life.

"Don't be stupid, love," she says.

At that, Nymphadora rolls her eyes. "The business runs itself without your generous contributions."

"I know."

"So, don't act like—"

"I'm not acting like anything," Ginny says, reaching over to grab Nymphadora's hand and squeezing it. "Sorry. I've been neglectful."

"Win any cases?" she asks.

"All of them," Ginny replies with a smirk.

"Even the—"

"Even the werewolf one," Ginny assures her. She needs to make sure Tonks' kid is safe. It's Ginny's number one priority.

"So, what now?"

"Red wine with the Spanakopita?" Ginny asks. Tonks opens her mouth to say something else, but Ginny cuts her off. "And end your shift early tonight and take me home. I know you've got a case of Gnarly Head waiting for me."

This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/619297.html. Thanks for reading