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Chapter 6

All that month Harry had been living out every teenage boy's fantasy.  Sex with an older, experienced, utterly gorgeous woman.  And this wasn't just plain old sex.  This was wild, steamy, monkey sex.  He still couldn't quite come to grips with it.  In just a few short weeks, he'd gone from being an innocent, totally inexperienced virgin to someone who could give the biggest player at Hogwarts a run for their money.

Not that he was completely innocent beforehand.  Several summers before, he had, by accident, stumbled across a book of erotic nature at a muggle bookshop while on one of the few 'family outings' he attended with the Dursleys.  Needless to say, he paid like hell for it when Uncle Vernon caught him looking at it.  But the images had never left his mind.  They remained etched there as a vivid reminder of that sweet part of life that Harry figured he'd never get to experience.  Or at least experience anytime soon.

He wasn't entirely ignorant about the wonders of his penis, either.  Some nights, when he was alone in bed and completely sure that everyone was asleep, he'd let his fingers slowly glide over his stomach and under the waistband of his boxers to caress himself, gritting his teeth to force himself to remain silent.  Most often, those little escapades were accompanied by random fantasies his mind generated.  Harry had never had much luck with girls, and he figured that self-stimulation was the closest he'd be getting to the real thing for a long time. 

Which was why he could barely believe that this was him…getting laid at least once a day, often times more, and by Tonks, no less, who was a gorgeous, sexy, older woman.  He still had absolutely no idea what she saw in him, a skinny, bespectacled sixteen-year-old.  But she obviously saw something, and Harry wasn't complaining.  That summer had been one of the best of his life.  Tonks was fantastic.  The sex was fantastic.  Far better than he'd let his little brain fathom.  And he was going to miss it.  Badly.  His body had become accustomed to getting it at least once a day.  Now, practically every time he saw her, no matter where he was, he'd get aroused.  It was kind of like the classical conditioning effect with Pavlov's dog.  Tonks was the bell.  Just looking at her turned him on.  Which was quite awkward for Harry when they were in public.  He often found himself having to adjust his pants while in her presence.  Yes, he was going to miss her, all right.   

He was acutely aware that the summer was rapidly drawing to a close and that September 1st was looming ominously in the distance.  This was the first year he wasn't looking forward to going back to Hogwarts. 

Tonks wasn't faring much better.  In spite of her promise to herself not to become emotionally involved, she had become deeply attached to him.  Her feelings for him at first had been sheer physical attraction, intermingled with a little pity.  Now, they were bordering on the more serious emotions of extreme admiration, kinship, and even…love?  She honestly didn't know. 

But she knew without a doubt that she loved certain things about him.  His kindness, his loyalty, his modesty, his shyness, his innocence…  But most of all, his inner goodness.  The goodness that she undoubtedly knew would someday defeat Lord Voldemort.  But she still didn't know if she was 'in love' with him.  She'd never truly been in love before.  But she did know one thing.  She was going to miss him like hell come September 1st.

They'd been sleeping together ever since Tonks had visited him for that late-night massage.  He'd usually apparate to her room after the house became silent and he was certain everyone was asleep.  Their encounters had become more emotionally charged since their remaining time together was limited.  But they tried their hardest to make the most of what little time they had left.  This caused them to become a little careless.

This carelessness was manifested on the morning of August 27th.  On that morning, Harry was paired with Professor McGonagall.  They were working on advanced transfiguration, with emphasis on techniques useful to aurors.  The general idea was to transfigure dangerous things into benign objects, and benign objects into helpful objects.  Harry was faring very poorly. 

"Concentrate!"  McGonagall said sharply after Harry had failed to transfigure a pair of writhing snakes into stones for the seventh time in a row. 

"Sorry," Harry said sheepishly.  At that moment, his mind was a million miles away from the transfiguration of snakes.  It was currently focused on Tonks, and how utterly delicious she'd looked at breakfast…  How he could have taken her right up against the wall…

"Harry!"  McGonagall yelled, finally penetrating his dream world.  "Why don't you just go take a break for a minute?"  She said, throwing up her arms in defeat.  "Right now you are absolutely useless to me!  Go get some fresh air or something!" 

Harry, grateful for the reprieve, wandered aimlessly down to the kitchen to get some water, leaving an irritated McGonagall on the couch.  As fate would have it, Tonks was in the kitchen, too.  She was washing something in the sink. 

Harry's breath quickened when he saw her.  There was no mistaking what he needed.  The water was running, and she didn't hear him as he quietly snuck up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. 

"I missed you," he said softly, his lips barely brushing her ear.  His warm breath sent chills all over her body. 

"Harry!"  She gasped.  "You scared the shit out of me!"  She tried to continue peeling the potatoes she was working on, but she could barely think as his fingers gently played across her stomach, tracing invisible circles round and round.

"You got a minute?" he asked, wanting one thing and one thing only. 

She understood him perfectly.  "I can't now, Harry!  I'm supposed to be cooking lunch…"

He raised his eyebrows at her.  "The muggle way?"

"Sure.  Cooking the muggle way is fun."  She had removed his hands, but they found their way right back. 

"Come on," he urged seductively.  "It'll only take a minute."

"Yes, I know," she said sarcastically, but with the hint of a smile.  He knew she was about to give in. 

"Listen Tonks, I can barely concentrate on my lessons upstairs…"

"Because you want me so bad?"

He smiled.  She was going to give in.  "Exactly.  And you want me to be the best I can be, don't you?"

She rolled her eyes. Boy, was he turning on the charm.  And she liked it.  She was usually the one to initiate sex, and having Harry do it was sexy as hell.

"What if somebody comes in here?" she said, remembering their close scrape in the upstairs bathroom.

"Are you kidding?  Everyone's out training.  We just got through with breakfast a little while ago.  Nobody will be coming in here at this hour.  Besides," he said huskily, letting his hand wander a little lower, "I'll risk it."

"I don't know, Harry…" she started, but he had already captured her mouth with his. Soon he was feeling her, tasting her, drowning in her.  Gentle sighs escaped his mouth.  This was what he'd been needing all morning. And she, obviously had been needing it too, because she yielded to him like putty.  Pretty soon they had advanced to the stage where a breathless Tonks was laid out on the kitchen table with an eager Harry on top of her. 

Little did they know that Remus Lupin was on his way to the kitchen, too.  

Remus had had the same idea as Harry about getting a glass of water.  He quietly made his way down the stairs, thinking about the lesson he'd been teaching Ron.  As he approached the kitchen door, he heard strange moaning sounds that he couldn't quite place.  His interest was immediately piqued.  What could that be? he thought to himself.  Maybe it's an animal.  He cautiously opened the door just a crack and peeked in.  The sight that awaited him caused his jaw to drop.  There was Harry, fucking Tonks on the kitchen table!  The two were so wrapped up in themselves that they were completely oblivious to their silent observer. 

Oh my god!  Remus thought.  He's fucking Tonks!  On the kitchen table!  Poor Remus was in a state of total shock.  His muscles didn't seem to want to move.  He just stood there, immobilized, his hand clutching the doorknob in a white-knuckle grip.  His mouth was dry as cotton, and his eyes were wide as saucers.  A thin sheen of perspiration had popped out over his skin. 

"Harry!"  Tonks moaned, as her nails dug into his back.  "Harder!  Harder!"

Remus watched as Harry upped his pace.  "Ohhh…I'm gonna come…"

"Oh Harry…Oh god…"

Their imminent climax jumpstarted Remus' muscles.  I've got to get out of here!  He thought.  I've got to get the hell out of here!  He carefully closed the door, and just stood outside for a few moments trying to sort his thoughts.  When he heard sounds inside that indicating that they had indeed…finished…he quickly retreated upstairs as fast as he could. 

He couldn't face Ron so soon.  He just went to his bedroom to collect his thoughts.  He couldn't believe what he'd just seen.  Little Harry, James' son for god's sake, fucking Tonks, a grown auror, like a rag doll!  He knew that Harry was getting older, but he'd just never thought of Harry as…sexual.  And who else has he been fucking?  Thought Remus.  Hermione?  Ginny?  He put his hands to his head.  Oh god…What am I going to do?  How can I act normally around them after seeing…this? 

But the more he thought about it, the more rational it became.  She's only five years older than he is…that's not very much.   And he is sixteen…  Remus remembered back to when Sirius and James were sixteen.  They weren't exactly innocent virgins, themselves.  He eventually came to the conclusion that the idea wasn't so crazy after all. But I will have to have a talk with him, Remus decided.  He probably has no idea the kind of trouble he can get into…

Meanwhile, the two lovers were getting back to their routines.  Tonks went back to cooking, and Harry went back upstairs. 

"Where have you been?"  McGonagall yelled, as Harry walked into the room.  "You've been gone a whole half-hour!"

"Sorry," Harry said sheepishly, trying to suppress a smile.  "I just lost track of time."  He was in an excellent mood, and even she couldn't dampen it.

"Uh huh," McGonagall said sarcastically, but with a look of superior understanding in her eyes that Harry didn't quite pick up on.

The day wore on.

"Um, Harry?"  Remus said tentatively after dinner that night.  "Can I talk to you for a minute?" 

Harry got up from the couch where he was playing a game with Ron and Hermione.  "Sure.  What's up?"

Remus grabbed his arm and led him up the stairs. 

"Why are we going up here?"

"It's more private," Remus whispered, his eyes scanning right and left.

"Oh," Harry mouthed, slightly perplexed.  He had absolutely no idea what he was in for. 

When they reached Remus' bedroom, Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, while Remus remained standing, wringing his hands in discomfort.  Harry watched him curiously, not understanding at all.

"Oh wow," Remus said, taking a deep breath and running his hands through his hair.  "I never thought I'd be the one doing this…I always figured it would be Sirius…"

"Doing what?"

"Harry," Remus began.  "You're sixteen now…almost a grown man.  There's probably certain…things…you'll want to do as you get older…with the opposite sex.  Or may already have done," he added as an afterthought.  He decided not to mention the fact that he'd already been a witness to these 'things' that very morning.  

Oh my god! Thought Harry.  He's giving me 'the talk!' 

Harry just stared at the floor, his fingers tracing patterns on the bedspread.  Remus continued wringing his hands, pacing around the room, looking like he was about to die.  Poor Remus was completely out of his element. 

"Harry," he went on, his voice sounding desperate.  "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Harry finally nodded, saying nothing.  "Good.  Now you need to know about protection…  The last thing you need is to get some girl pregnant…"

Pregnant!  His mind screamed.  He couldn't believe that he'd been so stupid as to forget about something like that.  What if Tonks got pregnant?

"Now you see these?" he went on, pulling out some rubbers from his pocket.  "These are called condoms.  You might already know this, but it's best to be sure.  They prevent pregnancy and disease.  Here, take some…"

Oh shit.  Harry thought. 

"Now they go on like this…" he said as he began to demonstrate on his finger.  Remus had lost his initial shyness about the subject as he quickly reverted to his teacher mode.  He was now carrying on as if it were another school lesson. 

Oh Fuck.  Harry couldn't believe that this was happening to him.

Remus droned on for another few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Harry.  Finally, after an awkward silence, Harry left. He went straight to his room and collapsed onto the bed, barely believing what had just happened to him.  He just lay there, waiting for everyone to go to sleep.  He needed to talk to Tonks. 

Note:  Thanks so much to all who have reviewed!!  I've enjoyed reading everyone's comments and suggestions.  I'm sorry it's been so long since the last update, but I'm currently staying at my parents' house for the holidays, and it's very difficult to write with people looking over your shoulder all the time!  Thanks for bearing with me.