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"Tonks, can I talk to you for a sec?" asked Harry. "Sure, Hare." she replied. Harry led Tonks to a private room where they could talk. When she walked in, he closed the door, and locked it. "Tonks, I need to ask you a question." he said. "Do you really love Remus? He's more than 20 years your senior. Why not choose someone closer to your own age?" asked Harry, feeling like he was blushing. "Someone like who, Harry Potter?" she asked him, spotting his red cheeks. "Someone who isn't going to be in a nursing home by the time your 45." said Harry, with a small chortle following the statement. "You have a point Harry." she said. "Who do you have in mind?" she asked, taking a step closer to Harry. "Well, what I… that is to say… well… I don't know." Harry stammered. "I think I have an idea." she replied, as she moved her mouth to his ear. "Are you saying I should ask Ron out?" she whispered into Harry's ear. "No, what I mean is…" Harry stopped, turned his head, and smashed his lips against hers. Harry felt as though he had done something wrong. That is, until she started kissing back. Within seconds, the kiss deepened. Immediately, he noticed tonks' tongue demanding entrance to his mouth, which he granted. After several minutes, they broke the kiss, and looked into each other's eyes. "That was incredible. Unexpected, but incredible" exclaimed Harry in a hushed voice. "So, were you saying I should date Ron, then?" she asked jokingly.