Chapter 9 The Hunger

Flashback

It was a lazy Friday night. Neither of them had plans. So, the boy who lived and the Metamorphmagus did what anybody in their situation would do. They got drunk. They drank for hours, reliving tales of past lives and plans for future hopes.

"Tonks?"

They laid across from each other. Each one had taken a whole couch to themselves.

"Hmm?"

The war was upon them. Any day now, they would be fighting for their lives, but tonight they hadn't a care.

"Tell me a secret no one else knows."

She laughed at him. She had no secrets. She was an open book.

"Sorry Harry. I don't think I got any." She erupted into a giggling fit, "Though, once I did spike the pumpkin juice at a Ministry Ball, but if you tell anyone... I will deny it."

He turned his head away.

"Wotcher Harry? No one got hurt."

He was silent. It was sobering how fast the situation had turned serious.

"You thinking about the war? Harry-"

"I know about you and Professor Snape."

She spit out the fire whiskey, "What?"

"I saw you two… after an Order meeting." Harry was very drunk. His thoughts were jumbled and his censor gone. "You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know that I know."

She contemplated if she should reply. What could she say? They'd been caught.

"Harry, it's not what you think."

His voice harden, his tone came out harsh, "How do you know what I think?"

She met his eyes; they were cold and glazed over. He couldn't be reasoned with, not right now.

"I think we should talk about this another time… maybe when we haven't been drinking."

He sneered, "Sure. I can wait another year." He turned away, "Yeah, I've known that long."

"Harry, you don't understand."

He walked towards the door, "Sure I do. You either love him….which makes you pathetic for choosing him over Remus." He turned to face her, "Or you're a whore, which makes you even more pathetic for choosing to fuck him."

Tonks slapped him. "Fuck you. You don't know anything about Snape and me." She pushed him against the door, "You got issues. Fucking grow up."

"Grow up?" Harry sneered at her, "Issues?" He rounded her "I have to kill a crazy snake man!" He pushed her into the wall, "I'm probably going to die." He pinned her, "You're mad at Remus so you're fucking his worst enemy…I think you're the one with issues."

Tonks pushed him away, "Fuck you."

Harry kissed her, pushing his lips against her hard. He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her into him.

"Harry! What are you doing?" She broke free, pushing him away.

He fell to the floor, "I'm sorry. I'm just so messed up."

Tonks looked at the broken boy. Her anger faded. She sat beside him. "You're drunk." She rubbed his hand, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have -"

Harry grabbed her hand, "Don't fall in love with him, okay? He isn't a good man. He'll hurt you."

She shook her head, "I'm not in love with him. We just have this thing. It's not love."

He nodded, "Okay, but don't. Please."

"Harry.. "

Harry leaned in and kisses her again, "I don't want to die a virgin Tonks and you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met." He stroked her arm. "Can I have you? Just for tonight." He brought her hands to his lips, "I don't want to be your boyfriend. I can't compete with Remus or Snape. I just want you to be my first."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Harry trailed kisses up her neck, "Don't you know how much I need this?"

Tonks mewed when he lightly cupped her breast. "Harry, I don't-"

She was just as drunk as he was. Gods, it felt good. Snape had been gone for a month. He was off on a mission, leaving her alone and horny.

"I want you so much. I want to touch you." Harry laid her down on the cold floor, crawling on top of her. "Don't move. Please just let me… - "

He straddled her, placing inexperienced kisses along her jaw. Harry squeezed her breasts testing the amount of pressure she could handle. He squeezed until Tonks groaned in pain.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Can I see them?"

When she nodded, he pushed her shirt up. Harry stared at her ample mounds. They were big full breasts. The breasts of a woman. Not the small, barely sprouting tits of his ex, Ginny. They felt softer and over flowed in his hands. He leaned in, flicking a nipple with his tongue.

"Harry!"

His head shot up, "Fuck. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

Tonks shook her head, "No. It felt good."

He smiled, and did it again.

She caressed his hair, letting him explore her. All the stress he was under would make anyone go insane. He needed release. Why should she deny him? Tonks held still, biting on her lower lip. The slightest moan seemed to startle him. She knew he didn't love her. He was infatuated and curious. She would give him this. Let him explore her body. What if he died tomorrow? If this would be his last request, how could she deny him.

He suckled on her nubs, cupping a breast in each hand. He switched left and right, giving equal attention to each nipple. He couldn't decide which one he liked better, they both tasted divine. When his interest in her breasts was satisfied, he moved lower. Harry kissed her ribs and licked her soft stomach. She had abs. He'd never seen them in a girl, but she wasn't just any girl. She was Nymphadora Tonks.

Harry pulled her pants down, just below her hips. He wanted to slowly peel back her layers, take in every inch of her. Harry stared at the V shape of her abdomen. Lightly, he ran his fingers along the crease between her pelvis and thighs. He had never seen this part of a women. Not in real life. Sure he had watched porn, but this was real. She was real.

Harry kissed across her abdomen, stopping to suck on her pelvis bones. He'd seen that once. In a romantic movie. The girl seemed to enjoy it.

Tonks bucked, unable to control her body's reaction. For a virgin, he sure knew what he was doing.

"Did I hurt you? Sorry. I'm no good at this." He sat up, straddling her.

Tonks sat up and kissed him, "Your doing fine. It tickled a little, but it felt good."

"You're lying."

"You need to stop apologizing." She grabbed his hands and pushed it down her pants. "Do you want me?" He could fell how wet she was. He nodded. "Then take me." His fingers were covered in her juices. He wiggled them, exciting a moan from her.

Tonks' head fell back. Harry attacked her neck. He latched on to it, sucking hard. She bucked against his fingers. Harry leaned against her, pushing her down again. His confidence soared.

His mouth was once again wrapped around a nipple, his hand was buried in her pants. A finger slid into her. She moaned, pulling on his hair. Harry sat up and pulled her jeans off.

Tonks closed her eyes. This was so wrong, but how could she say no now. He was so desperate. He needed human contact. He needed her.

He stared at her soaked panties, proof that she was ready. He pulled them off, revealing her dripping pussy. He couldn't stop looking at it. It was beautiful…. and wet. He did that. He made her soak her panties.

Harry fumbled with his zipper, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. It was now or never. He wouldn't die a virgin. He would at least know what it felt like to lay with a women. A beautiful women.

Tonks opened her legs, reassuring him. Reassuring herself. She didn't owe Snape a damn thing. They weren't exclusive. For all she knew, he was fucking some slut right now. Secret mission my ass.

Harry plunged into her. He gasped at the feeling. The warmth. The snug walls that held him. So this was sex. Yes, he could see it now. This was why all his friends relentlessly chased stupid girls, easy girls. It was worth it, just for this feeling.

He thrusted in and out, until he couldn't remember who he was fucking anymore. All he could feel was the need to be deeper and fuck faster. He grunted and moaned. Did all women feel like this? His hips took off, thrusting on their accord. He was barely breathing, head buried in her neck. "Merlin. Fuck. Oh fuck!"

He wasn't as big as Severus, but he was big enough. She could feel his lack of experience as he pounded roughly into her. He thrusted clumsily, clawing at her hips. He didn't care for her needs or perhaps, he just didn't know how to satisfy her. He was just a boy seeking his own pleasure. She held him, encouraging him anyways.

"Yes Harry. Yes. You're doing good. Keep fucking me."

Harry grunted in response. Releasing quicker than he wanted too. He collapsed on top of her. "Fuck Tonks. That was amazing."

****" The Hunger" is a movie about a doctor and a vampire couple, starring David Bowie. I haven't seen it, but I'm going to watch it soon. The synopsis is intriguing. If you have seen it, let me know what you think. ****