Author's Note: This was written for the "My Other Half" challenge by Masquerade Doll.

Pairing: Tonks/Hermione

Prompts: Patronus, Balance, Sculpture

Warnings: AU, femmeslash (not explicit at all)

Rated: K/G

Disclaimer: It's pretty obvious I can't write something as good as the Harry Potter series, considering I write stuff as bad as this. And I also don't have anything to do with the people who make money off of the Harry Potter franchise.

Hermione felt absolutely ridiculous, trying to balance on one foot, her other leg held out behind her ballerina-style, wand held aloft.

"Why am I doing this again?" she asked, turning her head to look at her girlfriend. Tonks was sitting a few feet away, fussing over a large, gray blob.

"I told you," she said, circling her hands around the bottom of the blob, "You're modeling for me."

"Yes, but Why?"

Tonks, who was now sculpting the clay into a semi-human form, said, "Because you love me and you would do absolutely anything to make me happy. Now hold still."

"But why do you want to make a sculpture of anyone-particularly me-in such a stupid position?"

"Because," explained Tonks, sounding exasperated, "It's my calling! I'm meant to be a sculptor! And you are going to be my masterpiece-The Patronus Caster." Hermione rolled her eyes. Tonks had a new "calling" about once a month. Their apartment was filled with paintbrushes, books on novel-writing, half-finished chemistry experiments, and other remnants of Tonks's obsessions.

"Are you almost done?" asked Hermione after a few minutes. "My leg is getting tired."

Tonks looked up from the clay blob, which now resembled an amoeba. "Hold on, I've almost got the basic shape done. Then you can take a break."

Hermione meant to shrug her shoulders, but her position was so precarious that the simple movement caused her to tip over. She flailed her arms for a moment, trying to regain her balance, but she fell sideways, crashing into Tonks and squishing the clay.

"Are you all right?" asked Tonks as they untangled themselves and got to their feet.

"I'm fine," replied Hermione. "I'm so sorry-oh, no! Your sculpture!" she pointed to the gray mass that had been the basic shape of The Patronus Caster. "I'm so sorry, Tonks, after all that work…"

Tonks was silently contemplating the clay, which had been squashed into an unrecognizable shape when Hermione had fallen on it. She mused for a second, then her face lit up. "Balance!" she said.

After a few years, Hermione was usually able to keep up with Tonks's train of thought. Now, though, she couldn't figure out what was going on in her girlfriend's head.

"What?" she asked.

"Balance!" repeated Tonks. "That's what I'm going to call it! It's perfect! It's a masterpiece! Hermione, I think I've found my calling-modern art!"