Harry's jaw dropped and his pulse quickened as he gaped with utter fascination at the breathtaking sight before him. 'Bloody Hell', he thought, and then did the only thing he could do, stared long and hard at her.

Tonks blushed and smiled as she saw Harry staring at her. "I'm sure there's plenty of room for us both."

"Tonks, what... I uh, I didn't mean I..." Harry stuttered.

Tonks, who showed only a small hint of her embarrassment, said, "Well, you asked if it was a promise, and I always keep my promises." She then added with a wink, "And I was still wondering just how well put together you were"; taking a bath with you seemed a good way to find out." Tonks, secretly pleased that Harry was still gawking at her, teasingly said, "What's the matter Harry? I find it hard to believe you've never seen any of your girlfriends."

Harry was embarrassed by the fact that he not only had never gotten that far with a girl, but that he had never really had a girlfriend, and muttered "um... no".

"Really, I'm the first girl you've seen starker?" she grinned, and added enthusiastically, "Wow, I feel special! Must've chosen a few prudes, huh?" She thought for a moment, then asked, "Or were you just too much of a gentleman?"

Harry just thought, 'Am I so horrible that everyone has gone that far with their girlfriends by now? And I haven't even really had one!' He then muttered something that Tonks couldn't hear.

"Sorry, what was that Harry?"

Completely embarrassed and now getting mad, Harry said clearly, "I've never really had a girlfriend."

Tonks was completely shocked by that and thought, 'He's not the greatest looking guy and he's a bit skinny... but he's so cute, and his messy hair... Only a few days here and I've already wanted to run my hands through it several times. And his eyes, when he's happy you can't help but be completely mesmerized by his eyes... Sure, he's a bit shy but he was already the Quidditch star of Hogwarts in his first year, and after the years of Quidditch practice he must look yummy in those Quidditch robes... I guess he's a bit moody sometimes and a brooder, but that's not too bad really, and from what everyone said, it was only last year...' She had just been standing there shocked while thinking, and asked incredulously, "Never?" Seeing his face, she realized what she had said was completely wrong, and silently cursed herself for being so stupid; she quickly tried to fix herself. "I mean, that's not that uncommon for a boy and all", but she saw that it hadn't had any effect and that he was getting angry.

"Well. Maybe if I could actually go somewhere without several bodyguards, I may be able to get a girlfriend; or, if I didn't have to be the bloody hero all the time, I could get a girlfriend, and have the time to be normal! But I'm not bloody normal! I can't just go out on some date. It's not like I can walk any place and not have to worry about being killed, or about being gawked at, and worshipped, or spat at, and being thought of as an attention seeking murderer! Hell, I don't even know what it is to be normal! Everyday until I went to Hogwarts I was berated and called a freak! I didn't even know my name when I first went to primary school; I thought it was Boy or Freak!"

Harry got worked up ranting and started to slowly pace around the bath as he continued to yell. "Then, of course, I go to Hogwarts, and everyone acts like I'm some bloody hero; they barely talk to me, and when they do, they just gawked at my forehead! Oh, that's when they're happy with me; when they're not, I'm ridiculed, thought to be the bloody Heir of Slytherin and attacking students, or an attention seeking lunatic! Or they walk around me like I'm a piece of glass about to break at anytime and pity me! Oh yeah, let's not forget about how well I sleep, you know just horrible nightmares nearly every bloody night!" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he added, "I'm sure screaming in my sleep and waking up my dorm mates does wonders for my social life! The few girls that don't see me as the Boy-Who-Lived would never go out with me because of all my 'Emotional Baggage!'. And then there's the whole thing about anyone who gets close to me is putting themselves in danger! Yeah, I'm sure that the constant threat of death makes me real popular! And just when the hell am I supposed to be able to meet someone huh? When I'm shut in here all summer long?!"

By now, Harry was so consumed by his ranting that he barely noticed Tonks was even there. "Oh, Ron and Hermione had time to get real close, spending the entire summer together, having fun while I was once again abandoned here! And then even closer with all the bloody prefect duties! Maybe that would be me, except Dumbledore thought I had enough to deal with and decided on his own not to give me my prefect position, which I EARNED! Oh yeah, then there's the one time I did have a date and Hermione had to go and screw it all up! And now it turns out I have the weight of the whole bloody world on my shoulders! So tell me Tonks, just when am I suppose to have time to get a girlfriend?!"

Tonks, who had decided not to slap him for yelling at her again, slowly walked towards him and said simply, "Your life has sucked Harry. You've gone through a ton more than I have and I don't understand how you have managed it, but don't you dare take it out on me, we had that discussion before! Now you've had precious little good in your life and some of the decisions that have been made for you have sucked. But you've started to change things this summer, so you can whine about it or you can take advantage of an opportunity and make a decision that may bring some happiness to your life."

Harry was still angry from his ranting and said sarcastically "And just what is this miraculous opportunity Tonks?"

Tonks, smiled coyly as she moved even closer to him and softly replied, "Well, you're naked in a bath, with an equally naked woman, who has been flirting with you all day and is going to be spending the night." Grinning, she lightly pressed her body against his, his unconscious moan was all the invitation Tonks needed, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling herself closer to Harry and whispered lightly into his ear, "You could allow me to snog you senseless, or you could stop me." With that said she pulled his head to hers and kissed him soundly on the lips. Harry still hadn't said anything or moved even, he just stood there completely shocked. She kissed him lightly on the lips again and this time ran her hands down his shoulders, his back, and continued lower. She pushed herself onto him hard and explored his mouth with her tongue, trying to get a response out of him and it worked.

He felt her exploring his mouth, and he could feel her warm skin pressed against his, causing a wonderful sensation everywhere their skin touched, making him want to forget everything he was thinking, and completely sink into this wonderful sensation. He kissed her back hungrily; all the feelings of pain, loss, sorrow, anger, everything he had gone through, and everything he still needed to go through disappeared when he kissed her. There was nothing else except her, the feeling she gave him, the feeling of her tongue swirling around his, of her breasts pressing into his chest, of her hands moving around his body. She pulled away and started kissing his neck, but he pulled her face back to his and kissed her passionately again, he wanted to lose himself in the kiss once more. He kissed her with every bit of passion he had; years of neglect and abandonment, years of pain and suffering, and years of wanting, of needing love was his fuel, and he funneled it all into his kisses. His hands grabbed her incredible arse and pulled her even harder into him, making her feel just what she had done to him. She moaned into his mouth and it egged him on even more, her breathing became ragged from his kisses, as his hands caressed her arse and the small of her back. She ran her hands through his hair, smiling into his mouth as she imagined his hair becoming even messier than normal. She moved her hands all around his body, pushing away slightly so she could explore his chest, and then lower. 'He maybe a little scrawny', she thought, 'but I was right, he definitely makes up for it in other areas.'

Tonks woke up the next morning alone in bed, remembering the night before and now the lack of Harry next to her. Though they had done little more than kiss and explored each other's bodies, she had thoroughly enjoyed falling asleep next to him and hoped she hadn't screwed things up. Tonks smelled food being cooked and realized that Harry must be in the kitchen making breakfast. Without bothering to get her robe from her room, she headed to the kitchen. She found Harry there, who didn't even look at her while he softly asked her to set the table. Tonks went over to Harry and softly she spoke, "Harry... Harry, look at me."

When Harry looked up, Tonks could tell he was embarrassed, she saw that embarrassment turn to shock, awe, and then lust as he noticed she was not wearing anything. Tonks smiled to herself at the thought of being able to change his mood so quickly. "Do you regret that I kissed you?" She asked, and then softly added, "Because I don't regret it at all Harry." She slowly sauntered closer, and kissed him lightly as she put her arms around his neck. Harry was nearly lost in that wonderful feeling again, but was able to pull himself out of it long enough to ask the one questioned he needed to know. "Why?"

Aggravated that he stopped kissing her, Tonks replied, "What?"

"Why? Why me Tonks? I'm scrawny, I'm not really smart, or strong, or charming. Though I'm not ugly, I don't think I'm really anything special to look at, why me? You're beautiful, funny, smart, and clever, you're older, and already an Auror; you make people laugh and feel great about themselves. I'm sure guys must throw themselves at you to get your attention. Why would you want me? I'm nothing special, only a name."

After a moment she said, "You're right about me, I can get lots of guys." She laughed lightly and added, "On a couple occasions they have actually thrown themselves at me, but they really don't want me. You probably never even thought of this, but I can become every guy's fantasy woman. When I was younger I loved the attention, I started dating during my first year at Hogwarts and never had a problem getting a date, as I would just change my appearance to please any boyfriend I had, but it got old, knowing that no one saw me for who I was. To them, I was a pretty face, a pair of breasts and legs, but what they noticed even more was that I could change them all. They wanted me to look perfect, have big breasts, long legs, a pert arse, or whatever else they fantasized about at night. You're right about me being popular too, I was one of the most popular girls at school, but I didn't have true friends. I was good for a laugh, whether it be changing faces or being a klutz, but no one really cared. No one ever saw me for who I truly was. I thought... With you, I thought you could understand Harry. I thought we could understand each other a bit. People see you as the Boy-Who-Lived and gawk at your scar, but they don't see you, they see what you are. People see me as a Metamorphmagus and gawk at my chest, my legs, or my bum, but they don't see who I am, just what I am. Being an Auror doesn't help either, I think most guys feel threatened that I could easily beat them in a fight."

"In the last few days, I realized that you weren't most guys Harry. You've listened to me talk about Hogwarts, about my childhood and my family, and you didn't just tune me out, you were actually interested in what I was saying. No one has ever really been interested in what I've said before, and you don't know how much you listening really meant to me. I'm the youngest of the Aurors, and don't have their respect yet. In the Order, I'm the youngest member and mostly just used for my Metamorphmagus abilities; they don't want to hear my opinion, just my reports on what I've heard. In school, I was a klutz and a clown, I would have friends and make people laugh, but none of them ever really listened to me. You know I'm an Auror, and it doesn't bother you, instead you are proud I was able to make it in such a hard field. You've never asked me to change my appearance, become someone different, or make fun of me for being a klutz."

"You listed some things your not, but what about the things you are Harry? You're noble, you're brave, smart, incredibly kind, and you may not be a huge hulk of a man, but you are sexy! Your hair, it's so messy and sexy like that, I just can't help but want to run my hand through it." In a more wistful tone she continued, "Your eyes... I just can't help but lose myself in your eyes. They say the eyes are the windows of the soul, and it's true in your case Harry. I can see everything in them, your pain, the suffering, the neglect, the loneliness, and the anger at how the world has wronged you. But more than any of those, is love. You want to be loved, you desire it more than anything else, but you've never really felt it. You've been through so much Harry, and you've had so little love. I, I really respect you, admire you even, and in a way, I can understand a little about you. I'm not in love with you Harry, but I do like you, care about you, and I feel close to you. I can help you Harry; you, not the Boy-Who-Lived, not because of your fame, the Prophecy, or pity, but because of who you are, not what you are! I can show you some of the good things about life Harry, and I can give you pleasure, but only if you let me." She finished with her voice sounding as if she was pleading with him, and in a way she realized, she was doing just that.