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Chapter 2
The next morning at breakfast, Professor McGonagall announced that they would be changing partners for the day. Tonks snuck a glance at Harry, and their eyes met momentarily. Tonks had been assigned to Ron, and when everyone had finished eating, they went to the upstairs room to practice apparating. In spite of the fact that she explained everything to him as she had done for Harry, he couldn't do it for the life of him.
"Now don't get discouraged," she told him. "It sometimes takes a while." For some strange reason she didn't tell him that it had taken her a week to master it, as she had done with Harry.
"I know," he said dejectedly, "but Harry could do it the first time."
She smiled inwardly. Yes he could. He certainly could. But Harry was different. Special. "Well, it's different for everybody," she explained. "Just keep practicing."
But after a whole day of practice, still no improvements had been made. As they finally went down for dinner that evening, she reassured him again that he'd eventually get the hang of it. When they reached the dining room, everyone was just about to sit down. Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately began talking about the skills they were learning. Though he hated himself for it, Harry secretly relished the fact that Ron couldn't apparate. When Ron was recounting the day's events and his failures, Harry chanced a glance at Tonks. She cought his eye and he could feel something pass between them. It was almost as if she knew what he was thinking. They continued sneaking glances at each other throughout the meal, as if they shared some secret. Dinner finally ended, and everyone went up to bed.
It was two days later before Harry was paired with Tonks again. They were both secretly pleased. He was even more pleased when she started changing into her true self once they reached the room. She's doing that for me. Because I like it. The thought made him smile. When the transformation was complete, she looked at him shyly, feeling slightly vulnerable and exposed. His eyes met hers, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he didn't say anything. They both knew why she was doing it. "So, what's up for today?" he asked, plopping down on the bed.
"Occlumency." "Now Harry, I'm first going to just sift through your happy memories. Don't try to stop me yet, though. I want you get to know the way it feels."
"Happy memories?" he questioned. "You mean you can choose which ones you get to see?"
"Of course," she replied. "There are many different types of memories. Happy ones, sad ones, frightening ones, embarrassing ones. There's lots of kinds. The skillful occlumens can choose which ones he sees."
Well that sure as hell explains a lot, Harry thought. It was obvious to him then that Snape had been trying to see his very worst memories. He was already learning more about occlumency with Tonks than he had with Snape all year.
"Snape failed to tell me about the theory behind it," he said sarcastically. "It would have helped immensely."
"That figures," she said dryly. "Are you ready?"
He braced himself as he suddenly felt his mind swimming. Suddenly, he was 11 again, and he had just found out he was a wizard. Then, he was on the Quidditch pitch, after winning the Cup. Then, he was at the Quidditch world cup, cheering with the Weasleys and Hermione. He relived memory after happy memory. She suddenly stopped, and his mind returned to the present.
"Now, I want you to try and stop me."
"But how?" he asked.
"Just sort of freeze your mind up. Refuse to think. Refuse to let me see." He nodded.
He suddenly felt his mind swirling again. He tried to stop the happy thoughts, but he couldn't. She quit after a minute.
"Sorry," he said looking down. He hated to fail in front of her.
"It's okay," she assured him. "Let's try again. This time I'll try for some unpleasant memories. It may give you more motivation to stop me."
He remembered the things that Snape had pulled up the previous year, and he wasn't looking forward to it.
Suddenly, Dudley was taunting him as a child, and he was crying in the cuppbord under the stairs, Snape was tormenting him in class, the dementors were coming and coldness engulfed him and he was falling from his broom, Sirius was falling to his death as Bellatrix cursed him, Bellatrix was laughing at him as he tried to curse her. He could take no more. He completely broke down as he fell onto the bed, sobbing.
Tonks immediately stopped and went to him. "Shhh," she soothed him, as she held him close.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, as he continued to cry, holding onto her all the while.
"Harry, it's okay," she assured him. "Those are terrible memories. No one should have to have memories like those." Poor boy, she thought. No wonder. He suddenly looked up at her. She could see tears glistening in those deep green eyes. His little pink mouth was quivering. He was so close. Dangerously close. She couldn't help herself. She slowly reached down and kissed his tear-stained face. She kissed his eyelids, his forehead, and, finally, the corner of his mouth. Oh hell, she thought, as she kissed his mouth. She felt him immediately respond, pressing his lips to hers softly. She was intoxicated with him. He felt so good. So right. The kiss deepened as his tongue gently sought hers. Damn he's a good kisser. Most guys his age would have already stuck their tongue down my throat. She knew this from personal experience. And the kiss was all the more intimate since they had just shared the same memories. The need for air caused them to break apart. She looked deep into his eyes, and saw only hunger and pain. "Harry," she breathed, "we should stop. This could get out of control." It had taken all the willpower she ever had to say those words.
He looked at her, his face naked with emotion. "Please?" he whispered. He's begging me. That was all the encouragement she needed. She lowered her mouth back to his. This time, he kissed her with all the passion he had. His kisses were full of hunger and pent-up need. Sixteen years worth of hidden feelings were finally surfacing. She finally pulled away and began kissing his neck, while at the same time unbuttoning his shirt. He looked at her helplessly as she pulled it off. He asked for it. He's going to get it. He moaned as she ran her hands over his lean chest. He began fumbling with her top. She helped him pull it off. He suddenly rolled her over so that he was on top. He then found her bra clasp and pulled it off. He slowly ran his fingers over her breasts causing her nipples to harden. He then lowered his mouth to one. She gasped as his hot mouth came in contact with her breast. He gently swirled his tongue round and round. Her breathing became ragged. He then made a trail of kisses down her stomach as his inexperienced hands caressed her sides. She ran her hands through his hair, making it stick up even more. When he was finished with her stomach, he quickly pulled off her skirt and she wiggled out of her knickers. Once she was free from all clothing, he moved lower as he kissed her thighs tenderly. Where did he learn this stuff? She wondered. She'd had sex with several wizards, all at least a good ten years her senior, and they had never turned her on as much as he was, a 16- year-old virgin. She lay back in pleasure as his mouth made it's way between her legs. She moaned as his tongue gently caressed her folds. He's a natural. She decided. But he's good at everything. Why shouldn't he be great at sex? He continued his exploration, every now and then looking up at her shyly. He seemed to be enjoying her reactions. He finally moved back up to her mouth. She grabbed his jeans and began unbuttoning them. He helped her get them off. She then reached inside his boxers and took him in her hand. He was already hard. He moaned as she stroked him, and he melted back into the mattress. She then pulled his boxers off and straddled him. She bent over and took him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, and little whimpers and moans escaped his mouth as his hands clutched at the bedspread. She suddenly felt the desperate need for him to be inside of her. He obviously felt the same way, for he rolled her over again so he was on top. He positioned himself on top of her and pressed in. He could barely breath as he entered her. She was so soft and wet. He began moving inside of her. Every so often she would squeeze her muscles around him, making him gasp in pleasure. Just when he didn't think he could hold out any longer, she came. Hard. Her spasms sent him over the edge and he came with her. When it was through, she looked into his eyes deeply. He suddenly looked embarrassed. "Was that okay?" he finally whispered, as he kissed her neck tenderly. "I'd never done it before." He looked at her sheepishly.
Was that okay? Okay? It was only the best sex I've ever had. She thought. She looked into his eyes. "Harry, it was perfect." She reached up and kissed him gently. "You're perfect."
Chapter 2
The next morning at breakfast, Professor McGonagall announced that they would be changing partners for the day. Tonks snuck a glance at Harry, and their eyes met momentarily. Tonks had been assigned to Ron, and when everyone had finished eating, they went to the upstairs room to practice apparating. In spite of the fact that she explained everything to him as she had done for Harry, he couldn't do it for the life of him.
"Now don't get discouraged," she told him. "It sometimes takes a while." For some strange reason she didn't tell him that it had taken her a week to master it, as she had done with Harry.
"I know," he said dejectedly, "but Harry could do it the first time."
She smiled inwardly. Yes he could. He certainly could. But Harry was different. Special. "Well, it's different for everybody," she explained. "Just keep practicing."
But after a whole day of practice, still no improvements had been made. As they finally went down for dinner that evening, she reassured him again that he'd eventually get the hang of it. When they reached the dining room, everyone was just about to sit down. Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately began talking about the skills they were learning. Though he hated himself for it, Harry secretly relished the fact that Ron couldn't apparate. When Ron was recounting the day's events and his failures, Harry chanced a glance at Tonks. She cought his eye and he could feel something pass between them. It was almost as if she knew what he was thinking. They continued sneaking glances at each other throughout the meal, as if they shared some secret. Dinner finally ended, and everyone went up to bed.
It was two days later before Harry was paired with Tonks again. They were both secretly pleased. He was even more pleased when she started changing into her true self once they reached the room. She's doing that for me. Because I like it. The thought made him smile. When the transformation was complete, she looked at him shyly, feeling slightly vulnerable and exposed. His eyes met hers, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he didn't say anything. They both knew why she was doing it. "So, what's up for today?" he asked, plopping down on the bed.
"Occlumency." "Now Harry, I'm first going to just sift through your happy memories. Don't try to stop me yet, though. I want you get to know the way it feels."
"Happy memories?" he questioned. "You mean you can choose which ones you get to see?"
"Of course," she replied. "There are many different types of memories. Happy ones, sad ones, frightening ones, embarrassing ones. There's lots of kinds. The skillful occlumens can choose which ones he sees."
Well that sure as hell explains a lot, Harry thought. It was obvious to him then that Snape had been trying to see his very worst memories. He was already learning more about occlumency with Tonks than he had with Snape all year.
"Snape failed to tell me about the theory behind it," he said sarcastically. "It would have helped immensely."
"That figures," she said dryly. "Are you ready?"
He braced himself as he suddenly felt his mind swimming. Suddenly, he was 11 again, and he had just found out he was a wizard. Then, he was on the Quidditch pitch, after winning the Cup. Then, he was at the Quidditch world cup, cheering with the Weasleys and Hermione. He relived memory after happy memory. She suddenly stopped, and his mind returned to the present.
"Now, I want you to try and stop me."
"But how?" he asked.
"Just sort of freeze your mind up. Refuse to think. Refuse to let me see." He nodded.
He suddenly felt his mind swirling again. He tried to stop the happy thoughts, but he couldn't. She quit after a minute.
"Sorry," he said looking down. He hated to fail in front of her.
"It's okay," she assured him. "Let's try again. This time I'll try for some unpleasant memories. It may give you more motivation to stop me."
He remembered the things that Snape had pulled up the previous year, and he wasn't looking forward to it.
Suddenly, Dudley was taunting him as a child, and he was crying in the cuppbord under the stairs, Snape was tormenting him in class, the dementors were coming and coldness engulfed him and he was falling from his broom, Sirius was falling to his death as Bellatrix cursed him, Bellatrix was laughing at him as he tried to curse her. He could take no more. He completely broke down as he fell onto the bed, sobbing.
Tonks immediately stopped and went to him. "Shhh," she soothed him, as she held him close.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, as he continued to cry, holding onto her all the while.
"Harry, it's okay," she assured him. "Those are terrible memories. No one should have to have memories like those." Poor boy, she thought. No wonder. He suddenly looked up at her. She could see tears glistening in those deep green eyes. His little pink mouth was quivering. He was so close. Dangerously close. She couldn't help herself. She slowly reached down and kissed his tear-stained face. She kissed his eyelids, his forehead, and, finally, the corner of his mouth. Oh hell, she thought, as she kissed his mouth. She felt him immediately respond, pressing his lips to hers softly. She was intoxicated with him. He felt so good. So right. The kiss deepened as his tongue gently sought hers. Damn he's a good kisser. Most guys his age would have already stuck their tongue down my throat. She knew this from personal experience. And the kiss was all the more intimate since they had just shared the same memories. The need for air caused them to break apart. She looked deep into his eyes, and saw only hunger and pain. "Harry," she breathed, "we should stop. This could get out of control." It had taken all the willpower she ever had to say those words.
He looked at her, his face naked with emotion. "Please?" he whispered. He's begging me. That was all the encouragement she needed. She lowered her mouth back to his. This time, he kissed her with all the passion he had. His kisses were full of hunger and pent-up need. Sixteen years worth of hidden feelings were finally surfacing. She finally pulled away and began kissing his neck, while at the same time unbuttoning his shirt. He looked at her helplessly as she pulled it off. He asked for it. He's going to get it. He moaned as she ran her hands over his lean chest. He began fumbling with her top. She helped him pull it off. He suddenly rolled her over so that he was on top. He then found her bra clasp and pulled it off. He slowly ran his fingers over her breasts causing her nipples to harden. He then lowered his mouth to one. She gasped as his hot mouth came in contact with her breast. He gently swirled his tongue round and round. Her breathing became ragged. He then made a trail of kisses down her stomach as his inexperienced hands caressed her sides. She ran her hands through his hair, making it stick up even more. When he was finished with her stomach, he quickly pulled off her skirt and she wiggled out of her knickers. Once she was free from all clothing, he moved lower as he kissed her thighs tenderly. Where did he learn this stuff? She wondered. She'd had sex with several wizards, all at least a good ten years her senior, and they had never turned her on as much as he was, a 16- year-old virgin. She lay back in pleasure as his mouth made it's way between her legs. She moaned as his tongue gently caressed her folds. He's a natural. She decided. But he's good at everything. Why shouldn't he be great at sex? He continued his exploration, every now and then looking up at her shyly. He seemed to be enjoying her reactions. He finally moved back up to her mouth. She grabbed his jeans and began unbuttoning them. He helped her get them off. She then reached inside his boxers and took him in her hand. He was already hard. He moaned as she stroked him, and he melted back into the mattress. She then pulled his boxers off and straddled him. She bent over and took him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him, and little whimpers and moans escaped his mouth as his hands clutched at the bedspread. She suddenly felt the desperate need for him to be inside of her. He obviously felt the same way, for he rolled her over again so he was on top. He positioned himself on top of her and pressed in. He could barely breath as he entered her. She was so soft and wet. He began moving inside of her. Every so often she would squeeze her muscles around him, making him gasp in pleasure. Just when he didn't think he could hold out any longer, she came. Hard. Her spasms sent him over the edge and he came with her. When it was through, she looked into his eyes deeply. He suddenly looked embarrassed. "Was that okay?" he finally whispered, as he kissed her neck tenderly. "I'd never done it before." He looked at her sheepishly.
Was that okay? Okay? It was only the best sex I've ever had. She thought. She looked into his eyes. "Harry, it was perfect." She reached up and kissed him gently. "You're perfect."