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"Tonks, I like you."
Tonks lifted her head from his shoulder. "I like you too Harry."
After he had fallen to sleep on the hospital cot, they had transferred him back to his own bed.
Veta had advised he was going to be perfectly fine and would be back to full health in a few days time, but Tonks had still chosen to stay with him, first in a chair beside his bed but as time wore on she had curled into his side atop his blanket.
"No Tonks, I like you... as a man loves a woman."
It was delivered so straight, so serious, not a hint of humor nor a tremor of nervousness was apparent in his voice.
"Harry your too young…" She sighed turning away from him.
Harry grabbed Tonks by the neck and pulled her as close as he could, their noses just barely touching. His luminous green eyes boring into her soul.
"Not everything is about sex Tonks."
"But Harry I'm five and half years older than you, it's not right." She paused and sagged "You have your life to lead, your in Hogwarts for heaven's sake."
"Age means nothing to me Tonks." Harry advised letting her go "I was made to mature quickly with the Dursleys. I didn't get to have a childhood, then why would I want to start one now. It would just be a step back."
"Harry, I'm sorry. I've been too personal, it was wrong of me." She began to roll off the bed when a force field prevented her from leaving.
"We are discussing this now. I know I'm not all here, my life is not normal. It never has been. Something's I should have experienced... I haven't. Other aspects have been warped and tainted. I am not a good person."
"You are Harry, you are good. You are the greatest person in the world that I know."
"To you?" Harry sighed and scratched his head sitting up "Half the wizarding world wish to kill me because I'm the damn Boy-Who-Lived and the other half want me dead because I'm the last Potter, a rich purse ripe for the taking. I have but a handful of friends in this world I call my life."
"Give it time." Tonks smiled, cupping his chin to brush away the tears streaming down his scarred face.
"Tonks, I like you. I feel for you and I know you feel for me."
Tonks cringed away from the honesty he was expressing.
"It's not right, your Harry FUCKING Potter."
"No Tonks" He lamented "I'm just Harry, a twelve year old boy going on thirteen who happens to like a gorgeous girl."
Tonks blushed.
"Tonks, why do I find you in my bed every other day. Why do you cling off me and kiss me and do all those things you would never do even to your best friend?"
Tonks paused and thought and racked her brain "It just feels right." Then she turned away and wailed "But it's wrong Harry. I shouldn't. I'm unclean. I'm bad. I'M THE ONE WHO IS TAINTED!"
Harry grabbed her in his arm and rocked her back and forth as she began to cry heavily into his shoulder.
"You're not tainted. I like…" He paused "I love you Tonks. You're special to me. I want to protect you, and help you, and love you for as long as I can. Please...please let me."
Tonks lifted her head to look into his eyes only to feel his mouth pressed firmly against her lips.
She melted into the kiss, pressing into him in heated need.
She wanted him, wanted to take him, make him feel her desire for him. To bring him pleasure and love. A love he had been denied his entire life.
She wanted HIM.
Wrapping her arms around him she pushed her body against his. Her hand pulling at the buttons on her top. Only to stop when she felt his strong scared fingers on hers.
"It's not about sex Tonks it's about the connection." He whispered in her ear.
Tonks felt a wave of guilt wash over her. What had she just about done to an innocent boy. A sexy powerful boy, matured by years of abuse. But innocent nonetheless.
"Sorry" She pleaded "my default mode in situations like this is fuck, fuck and fuck some more."
"Don't apologize. I know why, I know your story. Your innocence was taken from you. I wish I could give it back."
"I used every single day of my time at Hogwarts before meeting you planning my revenge. I feel hollow Harry. This year has been the most fun I've had at Hogwarts. You fill a part that I though could only be filled with satiating my lusts over and over again. "
What he said next was without mirth or comedy "Would you feel better if I just let you have your wicked way with me?"
Tonks paused and really though on the question knowing fully well he would let her do as she pleased with him. The majority of her body wanted to accept his honest offer. But deep down in a part she had not accessed for a long time she knew the truth.
"No, the guilt... guilt that I would be no better than Charlie would eat me up until I destroyed myself and became a monster."
He smiled, "And that's why I made you pause. Lust can be sated anywhere and anytime. I'm at that age." He blushed. "But love, it's new to me. I desire a connection but not in that way just yet."
Tonks made to leave, rolling off the bed and gathering her robes around her.
The thoughts that ran wildly through his head were impetuous, daring and desirable.
He wanted her, needed her. And deep down he could sense the same of her for him.
He knew he was not ready, hell he could barely feel his own toes but he knew she needed him. His body moved on instinct, bringing her back to the bed and moving between her legs.
Feeling was returning to his limbs but her doubted he would be able to leave the bed or even walk.
But he didn't need his legs as he parted her robes easily and with a slightly painful flick of his fingers her panties dissolved into nothingness.
Nym groaned as the cold air of the room made contact with her heated core.
He paused, the bravado he exhibited faltering. He had seen her naked twice before this night but this… this was different.
Nym grabbed his hand with both of hers and forced his palm against her as she bucked upwards.
Harry felt the heated wetness across his fingers.
Nym ground into his hand and let go of his wrist once he began to move and explore on his own.
Harry let his fingers glide over her until he found her entrance. Memories of primary school sex ed flashed across his mind.
He scooped his fingers, pressing them into her slick wet canal, causing her to moan out loud in pleasure.
Harry smiled, remembering the diagram the teacher had illustrated upon in class. Nothing as erotic as the real thing he now held beneath his fingers but the cross section illustrated the basics.
"Harry, Harry right there!"
Harry flexed his fingers, three altogether. He added more pressure and rubbed harder with his palm against the nodule above her entrance. He felt into the length of the very slick passage as he moved deeper.
"FUCK!" Tonks screamed.
Harry felt her tighten around his fingers, crushingly so. She screamed and Harry backed away shocked that he had caused her pain.
Tonks grabbed his hand, noting the sheen of her juices that coated his fingers. She drew him to her and pressed his hand against herself once more.
"But…?" He started.
Tonks grinned and panted heavily "You… Made… Me… Cum!"
Harry looked at her, unconvinced that he had not hurt her considering her response.
"I'm fine. More than just fine. You gave me a finger-FUCKTASTIC- orgasm."
Harry felt relief wash over him. Tonks nodded and kissed him.
He caressed her cheek with one hand while re-buttoning her blouse with the other.
"Don't you...?" She began looking at him.
"Want to have my wicked way with you?" He grinned.
"Uh-huh."
"No, this wasn't about sex. IT was about the connection. I love you."
"Can I please sleep-sleep with you tonight?"
"And why should I let you?" Mock challenge evident in his tone as he wiped his hand upon the blanket.
"Because you smell of power and darkness. A scent I enjoy." She relented "But mostly I feel safe with you, and right now my legs feel like fucking jelly."
"Very well… Nym." He grinned.
Tonks didn't growl and only cocked her head in confusion "Nym?"
"It was that or Dora. But I like Nym better." He smirked "What not going to bite my head off."
"No, I like how that sounds coming from you."
"Well Nym. My love. Let us rest."
Nym crawled under the blanket. She kicked off her boots and unwrapped her robes, removing them too. She curled up next to his body wearing only a sports bra, her panties long gone.
Half asleep already, Nym felt his arms hold her waist as he snuggled into her warmth.
The last thoughts on her mind were of how sexy he looked, face pressed innocently almost guilelessly into her ample bosom.