A/N: Tonks helps out a customer. Muggle!AU. Store Clerk!AU. Percy/Tonks. I do not own Harry Potter.

Submission for:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Astronomy Assignment #7 - Percy Weasley. "Don't do that."

Ridiculous Meet-Cute Competition: "I'm shopping for my sister and you're a girl, please help me"

Percy Weasley Competition: Percy/Tonks

The young woman let out a sigh, popping the gum between her teeth as she stood among the lingerie and ladies' underwear section of the department store. She always hated working in this section of the store and never understood why her supervisor always placed her here. She was better suited in the electronics or even the sports section, her knowledge of football and hunting would be more useful there, but her supervisor said that wasn't a place for a woman.

She snorted out loud, earning a few looks from a few customers passing by, their eyes lingering on her pink hair and the various piercings along her ear and above eyebrow. She couldn't work sports but she was suited for lingerie and underwear?

Maybe she could take an early lunch, head out into the food court and-

"Excuse me, miss?" someone called from behind her. She turned to see a young redhead about her age striding up to her, his glasses hanging a bit crookedly on his nose as his hand reached out to tap her elbow.

The young woman resisted the urge to groan as she said, "Yes, sir, how can I help you?"

"I'm looking for a gift for my sister and I have no idea what to get her," he said, standing up a bit straighter and adjusting his glasses. "Maybe you can help me."

The young woman looked around them at the colourful display of bras and thongs, "And you wanted to get your sister underwear?"

The man blinked before he looked around as if suddenly realizing where he was in the store. Then his face flushed. "As you can see, I need all the help I can get."

The young woman let out a slight chuckle. "I think it's safe to say you shouldn't get your sister lingerie," she said leading the man out of the aisles. "So what's your sister like?"

"She's reckless, very wild and does whatever she wants, takes after my brothers more than me," he said.

"Sounds like my kind of girl," the young woman said.

He smiled. "That's why I thought you'd be the perfect person to ask." He thought for a moment before he said, "She's also very sporty. Plays on her school's football team."

The young woman grinned. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. "Follow me."

"Here you are," the young woman said, handing the redhead all the football gear he had asked for: size 8 cleats, knee and elbow pads and a couple of practice jerseys.

"You are the greatest, Miss..." he paused as he tried to read her nametag.

"Ummm, don't do that," she said, quickly moving her hand over it. "Just call me Tonks," she said with a smile.

The redhead nodded and extended his hand, "Percy."

She shook it and then began walking away. "I'd better get back to the lingerie department before my supervisor realizes no one's been there for the last hour. He can get a bit angry at times."

"Oh," Percy said walking beside her, "I'm sorry if I get you in trouble for helping me."

Tonks waved her hands. "Don't be. It wasn't a problem at all. I hate that department and I'd rather help you with sports any day."

"I still feel horrible about it," Percy said. "How about after I pay for this, I take you to lunch?"

Tonks stopped and then gave the man a wide smile. "You got yourself a deal, Percy."