Disclaimer – I don't own the HP universe. I'm not selling my story, my brain or my body, so there's nothing you people can do to sue me! HAH!

Authors note. Well, its been a very very long time since I've updated. This is probably going to sound a little weird, more than likely, but I haven't really missed typing in a drunken stupor. I've seen this is on a C2 community, and the reviews have been rising slowly, so I thought I'd see if I could provide another little snippet for you. This'll be short, because I'm typing this off the top of my head, and before I go to work. So, once again, welcome to my delirium!

ON WITH THE STORY!

Several months after their last encounter, Harry and Tonks were sitting in a café in Rotterdam, trading war stories and reminiscing about their days at Hogwarts. This meeting wasn't by chance – Harry had been put on two weeks leave because of a nasty incident involving an inflated condom, a spell gone wrong and a bludger at one of the wilder parties that the team had been having in the off season training window. Tonks had owled the day before, to see if Harry was free, and seeing as he'd had a few more days leave left, he'd taken up the invitation.

Tonks was, for once, in her natural form, and was telling Harry about an ex who had wanted her to look like Dianne Lee. The story was making him consider her in a way he had only done occasionally in the past – the whole naked chef incident being one of them. It seemed to Harry that anyone who wanted Tonks to change from who she was either had some sort of mental myopia, or has been hit with some kind of confundus charm. Being Harry, he blurted this thought out loud, mentally kicking himself when he saw the look on her face.

Tonks was looking at him like she'd never seen him before – never in her mind had she thought Harry had such clear thoughts on her appearance – and she realised now that he was a very interested man. And very interesting, to boot.

Silence reigned in their little booth, as both looked at the other in a new light. Until recently, neither of them had realised that there were feelings other than lust between them, and this was kind of shocking.

"Uh…" said Harry.

"Yeah." Tonks replied. Both of them wanted to ask something important – and both realised that this wasn't the place to do it. Tonks was first to speak coherently.
"Do you want to talk about this someplace a little… quieter?" she asked – her face flaming.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan… though I'm not cooking this time." Harry grinned back at her. Tonks glared playfully, and grabbed his arm, side-along-apparating him to her flat. The one downside of this was that after a day at work, she found that apparating straight onto the bed was usually a good idea. So, she had. And Harry fell on top of her.

"Well, I guess this is quieter!" Harry said, one eyebrow raised. Tonks grinned. It was a nice position to be in, one that half the witches in the world would kill to be in.

"I know… So, we needed to talk?" she whispered, suddenly nervous of her friend of many many years.

"I can think of other things I'd rather do, to be honest. Seeing as we're in a bed and all…" Harry suggested.

"Talk first, shag later!" she scolded, back on a more even footing.

Harry pulled a face, deciding that this was either going to lead to sex, or a fight. And he'd had more than his fair share of fighting over the years.

"So, what are we talking about Nymphadora?" he asked, smirking his head off, expecting a slap, or a punch… or something. It never came.

"Harry… I don't know about you, but I'm suddenly finding that I'm thinking things.. and feeling things that I'm not sure what to do about. I mean, we've been friends for years, and suddenly I'm looking at you like I could spend the rest of my life with you. But I don't know how you feel about it, and I don't know what to do… what do we do then, oh slayer of dark lords?" she said, intensity in every word, willing him to understand.

"You're not the only one. I don't know what happened in that café, but it seems to me that we're sort of onto something here. I mean, we both feel for the other, and I know I'm safe with you… so why don't we try it and see what happens? Whatever happens, we're still gonna be friends, right?"

"Yeah, we are. So, who's cooking tonight, oh naked chef?" Tonks grinned at the now thoroughly confused Harry Potter.

"Not me! I said that already! Its you're turn to be the naked chef, and my turn to ravish you!"

So, she was. And he did.

Authors Note – again.

Ok, I know my style has changed, but I'm now living with my gf, Tanya for those of you who are inquisitive about my, and I'm dealing with a whole new bunch of stuff, like suddenly I'm working nights, and days, and I'm trying to learn not to trip over the damn cat. As always, reviews will make me think about writing more. Improvements, suggestions, mistakes and constructive criticism are all welcome, as well as flattery and ego inflating comments.

MerlinDCSA.