Chapter 7: Dumbledore, Tonks' Day and Confessions

Tonks walked a short distance from Harry then apparated away to the atrium of the ministry of magic, where she intended to go to the auror office and request some additional time off.

She made it into the lift, for once totally alone which was very unusual considering how busy the Ministry in general was.

While in the lift, going down towards the correct floor, the lift stopped a few floors early and the doors opened allowing another person to enter. Ordinarily this would not have been a problem for Tonks, as it was very common for people to come and go in this manner. However, this was no ordinary person entering the lift, in fact, at this moment in time Tonks would probably have rather Voldemort and half his inner circle had just entered the lift with her. There in his midnight blue robes, with embroidered stars that were twinkling so bright they were only to be out done by his eyes at the sight of who he was to be sharing a lift with, was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon Nymphadora, how are you today?" he asked in a falsely calm voice.

Thinking quickly she decided to just see where this was going. After all she thought he can't know everything can he? I mean it's not like he has spies everywhere or that he's probably reading my mind right now…oh wait, he does have spies, I'M ONE OF THEM! She almost laughed at her own stupidity.

"Wotcher Professor, I'm fine thanks, and please don't call me that. How are you?" she asked politely.

"Ah, my apologies Ms. Tonks, forgive an old teacher an old habit. I am afraid that today I find myself confused on several accounts, which, if I may say so myself, is a somewhat uncommon occurrence for me. In fact, you may be able to shed some light on these things for me, if I may have a few moments of your time?" he asked while casting a spell to stop the lift between floors.

"Ok, what's up?" she asked, doing her best to play innocent and bringing her occlumency to its full effect.

"Well, let us begin with the most obvious question, hmm? I thought you were on the day shift, guarding at Privet Drive? If that is the case, who is there now?" he asked, trying to seem casually curious.

"Oh, that. I had some stuff I wanted to get done today so I traded off with Dung, just for today, I took some pepper-up and am gonna pull a double shift, tonight and tomorrow to make up for it. He said he was going to let you know…damn dog must have forgotten, probably too drunk, you know him." She replied, honestly. She had planned on taking Harry out today anyway so arranged for dung to cover for her so she could be seen to be out and no one would be the wiser so long as Harry was disguised. She was now very grateful that she had thought ahead, and decided that she'd have to get the drunk a bottle of Ogden's best to thank him.

"Very well, that's fine, so long as in future you are sure I am informed of any changes ahead of time." Dumbledore chided lightly. "Tell me, have you noticed anyone coming and going from the Dursley's house recently who looked at all out of place?" he asked, his grandfatherly eye-twinkle at full force.

"Out of place? No, can't say as I have, sorry gov'" she finished with a shrug. This was after all true, as the only unusual visitor to the house had been Griphook, and when he was coming and going he was disguised as a muggle business man, not at all out of place for a muggle business man to be visiting the house of a business man really, was it? So long as he didn't outright ask her "did a goblin come to visit Harry a few days ago?" she wouldn't technically have to lie here.

"I see, I see. It's just that this morning I received a very interesting letter, and I've spent the rest of the day so far trying to find out what is going on, but no one here seems willing to give me the information…most frustrating, I'm sure you will agree? You see, it would seem that some how Harry Potter has become an emancipated adult and has full magical privileges and access to all of his family's funds and property…this is most odd, especially considering he hasn't left the house, you say that he has had no visitors, and I have been intercepting all of his mail since he returned from Hogwarts…most peculiar indeed. Offer an old man a fresh perspective, Nympha…I mean Ms. Tonks, can you think of anyway this could have happened?"

Tonks thought for a moment I'm gonna have to be careful here. "Well, it would seem that he has had a way of contacting people that you don't know about, for one thing. Also if no one at the Ministry knows how it happened then there's only one other way really isn't there?" she asked, privately seething at the headmaster's audacity at stealing and reading Harry's mail.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't quite follow…all emancipation applications have to pass through the ministry." He said, genuinely confused.

"Not necessarily, sir." She began. "Isn't it true that if the goblins declare someone an adult that the ministry just accepts it as fact as Gringotts is basically in control of everything that it means except magic use and there's not much point trying to stop them if they want to do it? Just a thought, I mean he probably doesn't trust the ministry after last year and that's the only other way I know of to do something like that." She finished, inwardly congratulating herself on sticking to the legal facts and not giving away that she knew anything else, while at the same time, being entirely honest with the old man so that any passive legilimency he was performing would not detect deceit.

"Hmm…an interesting theory. Yes, I think you are probably right there, that must be what he's done. I'd forgotten about that old law that permits goblins that sort of right as a sovereign entity of their own. Thank you, you've given me a lot to think about, now I've just got to find a way to reverse it." He said as he resumed the lift's motion. He then continued, quietly as though he was actually talking to himself, forgetting he was not alone. "Yes…reverse the declaration, find out how he's communicating and shut it down…get him to Grimauld as soon as possible so the Weasley boy can watch him for me…yes that should do it, we'll be having none of that nonsense."

As the lift stopped and the doors opened, Dumbledore seemed to remember himself "Very well Ms. Tonks, thank you for your help in this matter. Good day." He said and promptly left…though Tonks had to wonder if he was just trying to get away from her as she really couldn't imagine why he would be visiting the Department of Magical Games and Sports…though images of Albus Dumbledore joining a professional quidditch team flying around at break neck speeds, beard flying wildly in the wind did entertain her long enough for the lift to reach her destination.

Half an hour later found Tonks exiting the lift, back into the atrium, her business complete. She had not had any problems getting the time off, her direct supervisor being a bit of a push over really, so she spent a few minutes doing a bit more of the endless paperwork mountain that all aurors were forced to suffer through honestly she thought I don't know who they punish more sometimes, the criminals or us.

Checking her watch, she saw that she still had twenty minutes until she was due to meet Harry at the bank so she apparated back to diagon alley and headed to Fortesque's and bought an ice-cream for herself and one for Harry for when he was done at the bank.

She went and sat off to the side, out of the way on the steps leading up to the bank to wait for him, however long it would be…you could never predict it with the goblins, she knew from personal experience.

For the first time in a long while, Tonks found herself alone and with nothing to do so she let her mind wander over everything that had happened over the past few weeks at No.4 Privet Drive.

One thing about that time that Tonks had both been both constantly thinking about and at the same time trying to ignore, was her relationship with Harry and exactly what that relationship was.

They had been flirting with each other from the start, it was just something about their personalities that seemed to match and inevitably lead to it. From the very start there had been things like innuendo and plays on words and things, but that was just a part of who she was. But then, even on the first day of this training she was helping him with, there had been that massage to help him with the metamorph stuff, and she had to admit to herself, she had enjoyed that a bit too much, and all things considered she was pretty certain that he wasn't too far behind her with that.

That day had opened up a new aspect between them. Ever since that had happened they had been physically flirting, touching each other as they passed and brushing against each other in a very sexual way.

Then was the fact that they spent an awful lot of time in very little clothing, though little fully naked after that first day, and if Tonks was completely honest with herself she had found Harry physically attractive from the start, and between his powers being released and helping build him up and the work out routines they were doing, that was just increasing every day, at times it was hard for her to resist jumping him right then and there, consequences be damned.

And finally there was, Tonks thought, perhaps one of her best decisions in a long time…the sleeping arrangements. Sharing a bed with a scantily clad Harry Potter was something she savoured every moment she could. Especially since, like many males, he had a difficult time controlling his body, particularly while asleep. This meant that, more often than not, she woke up with Harry's arm wrapped round her and his very hard, very large cock pressed firmly into her somewhere or other, whether her back, ass, leg or against her pussy.

Tonks had come to realise that, as far as Harry was concerned, she was very much a pervert, and enjoying every minute of it, especially while they were sharing a bed.

While she was sure Harry was asleep Tonks would often bring herself to orgasm while imagining it was the young man laid next to her who was fingering her pussy and massaging her clit to perfection.

While she was thinking all of this, one event came to the front of her mind.

It was about a week prior to that day, and Tonks had just woken up, when she opened her eyes she saw that Harry was still very much asleep and that it was extremely early, perhaps about 4:30am.

As these thoughts entered her mind, she became aware of her surroundings and sensations and she realised that there was something unusually wet around her stomach and down onto her pussy.

Now, one of the relatively unknown advantages of being a metamorphmagus was the ability to see in the dark by altering the shape of, and nerves connecting to, the eye. So that is exactly what Tonks did.

What she saw, first puzzled her until she realised what it was at which point she was shocked…and then unbelievably turned on, as she found that covering the lover half of her body were thick, sticky pools and ropes of cum…Harry's cum he must have been having a very pleasant dream tonight she thought, well she assumed it was done while he was asleep…either that or he'd wanked off onto her body…but that didn't seem like the sort of thing he would do.

Now, while most people would either get extremely angry at this point, or not make a big deal of it and just go to the bathroom and wash it off, Tonks proved to herself in that split second decision just how bad her naughty side could be at times as she scraped it all together and then, using her fingers, lifted it to her mouth where she proceeded to suck her fingers clean over and over again, until it was all gone.

Tonks had had very little experience with men in her life. For all she was an out and out flirt, she was still a virgin and had only even had oral sex once and regretted it soon after…she was saving all of that until she found the right person, someone who would like her for her, not for her talents, therefore the taste and texture of cum was something fairly new to her, and she discovered she enjoyed it immensely.

As she was beginning to get way too excited for her own good even just thinking about all of that, Tonks returned to the present and what she had originally been thinking about.

Harry.

Her feelings for Harry and exactly what they were.

You see for all of the flirting and out right sexual behaviour they had recently exchanged Tonks really didn't know what she felt for Harry, if anything beyond friendship.

Well, that wasn't actually true either, she knew, she just didn't want to admit it to herself, let alone to him. But if truth be known, Tonks had – long ago – fallen head over heels for Harry Potter…not for the Boy-Who-Lived…for Harry.

If she was perfectly honest, she would realise that it had started a year ago, when she had first met him. While everyone else was busy doing Merlin only knows what, Tonks had found some time to get to know Harry and to a lesser extent his friends. She found him to be a great guy, very cute (in his own way) and just all in all fanciable. Now that she had spent days on end with him, it had only reinforced that opinion, and the fact that he was a mistreated innocent as well as a past, present and hopefully future hero only helped his case as far as the young witch was concerned.

No, Tonks decided right then that tonight, no matter how wrong other people might find it, no matter what the age difference, no matter what the chance of flat out rejection and no matter what the chance that he would move on within a matter of weeks or months, she would sit down with Harry that night and confess to him exactly how she felt about him and hope for the best.

The way she saw it, the worst he could do would be to sever all contact with her and kick her out of the house…and while that would hurt for a while, possibly a long time, she was used to rejection so it wouldn't be too bad eventually. On the other hand, he might feel the same, in which case they could be together properly, and if she was lucky he might just turn out to be that romanticised idea she had of 'the one'.

Yes she thought the benefits are worth the risk…and boy, what benefits….snap out of it Tonks…No! He's hot!

Tonks often spent time arguing with herself, but all things considered, it was worth it this time.

Speaking of time, she had completely lost track of time since she sat down and was broken out of her musings by a certain black haired, green eyed young wizard tapping her on the shoulder.

"Hi," he said "sorry to keep you waiting so long, I ended up dealing with more than I expected in there. You alright?"

Smiling up at him she replied "Yeah thanks, I'm fine. You?"

"Yep, I'm ok" he stated, smiling back at her.

"So, do you have anything else you need to do while we're out?" she asked casually.

"Not that I can think of, no. Why? You have something in mind?" he questioned.

Grinning she replied "well, as a matter of fact, I happen to know that it's someone's birthday today. I was planning on taking them out for a meal somewhere to celebrate, but I can't seem to remember who it was…do you want to go with me instead? I know a great restaurant near here."

Deciding to play with her a bit Harry decided to be awkward. "Well, I'm not sure, I mean I didn't have any other plans for the evening…I suppose if the food's good then it might be worth it. But tell me Miss Tonks, is this your backhanded way of trying to get me on a date?" he finished with a smirk.

Looking down at the floor and blushing madly she replied, "Umm…well I had hoped you wouldn't call me on it, and if you don't want to then I'd completely understand…but yeah, it kinda was in a round about sorta way." She finished quietly and in a rush, refusing to meet his eyes.

To say Harry was absolutely mortified would be, perhaps, the understatement of the century. He had only been teasing her, he'd never expected that in doing so he would hit upon the truth, especially with something like that…I mean, it's ridiculous, he thought she's beautiful and a great person, why the hell would she ask me on a date? And from the look on her face she wasn't teasing either. But I'm nothing to look at and I know I'm difficult to be around…but I do fancy her, and if I'm honest with myself I guess it's more than that, to be honest I've just been avoiding the fact that I'm in love with her, but she could never feel the same….could she? Well I guess this could be my one chance to find out.

"Tonks, I'm sorry, I was only teasing, I never meant to hurt your feelings like that. Yes, I would love to have a meal with you, if it's a date or not doesn't matter, the fact is I'll enjoy it either way, and if it is a date, well all the better as far as I'm concerned…I mean it's not every day that a bloke has a birthday and gets asked on a date by the most gorgeous witch he knows is it? So, yes, I'd love to go with you. Lead the way." He finished, much more confidant than he felt inside.

Tonks was touched by his words, and the obvious sincerity behind them made it even better, she looked up at him and broke out in the most dazzling smile Harry had ever seen (and considering he spent a year with Lockhart as a teacher that was saying something). She pulled Harry into a warm hug before taking his hand in her own and leading him off down the street.

Several minutes later found the pair approaching the front of one of the most expensive wizard restaurant's in Britain (of course Harry didn't know this, but even he could tell it was a bit posh from the outside).

As they went through the door Tonks whispered in his ear "The staff here are right bastards at times so don't be afraid to throw your weight around a bit with them, My Lord."

Instantly realising what she meant, he merely nodded.

As they approached the member of staff by the door, expecting to be seated, Harry realised exactly what sort of place this was. The young woman looked down her nose at the two of them.

"Yes, can I help you?" she began, "I'm afraid we don't allow your sort in here." She said with a sneer.

Tonks was about to reply, but Harry beat her to it. "Oh, and exactly what sort is that?"

With a face that made it clear that she considered him lower than something she had scraped off her shoe, the waitress replied, "street filth, this is a high class eating establishment, we only allow those of a certain position to dine here. And frankly I doubt you could afford a glass of water here, never mind a meal."

Now Harry was starting to get pissed off. "Is that so?" he asked with a false calm to his voice.

"It is."

"Tell me, what is your name?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Smiling evilly, Harry simply replied, "So that when I talk to your manager I can be sure you get all of the credit for turning me and my money away. Also, I'm sure the press would be interested in knowing that Lord Potter-Black isn't considered to be rich or famous enough to eat here….yes I'm sure that would cut the amount of customers here dreadfully…you might even go out of business…so, what's your name and where is your manager?"

Upon realising who she was addressing and realising that her initial impressions of the young couple before her had been grossly miscalculated and that her job would likely be forfeit should he carry out his threat, the young woman suddenly became highly co-operative.

"I apologise, sir. We have had a few instances of unfavourable characters trying to get in recently," she lied smoothly, "you can never be too careful, we have a reputation to uphold, I'm sure you understand." She finished with a sickly sweet smile.

"Of course," replied Tonks, "now, be a dear and find us a table before the night is over, eh?"

Remembering herself, the young woman began attending to her duties. "Right this way, please. I'll seat you in the VIP room at the back, I believe you will have it to yourselves tonight, I hope that is acceptable, this is where we serve our best clients…"

She droned on and on about how great it was and everything all the time she was leading the pair, until eventually they reached the table and were seated.

"Please make yourselves comfortable, and someone will be through shortly with the menus and wine listings, enjoy your evening."

Once she was gone, Tonks looked at Harry and said "Merlin, I thought she was never going to shut up…did she even stop to draw a breath?"

"Nope, I don't think so." Harry replied. "Well, I know you said you knew of a good place to eat, but I wasn't expecting anything like this."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I've been wanting to come here for ages, but never had time, or the excuse. Besides, this place is supposed to be the best, and I wanted to get the best for your birthday…consider it a late present and an apology for not getting you anything proper…I'll cover the cost so don't worry about it." She finished with a smile, one that Harry knew he would never be able to say no to.

They stopped their conversation when a waiter entered, carrying several menus.

"Good evening, sir, madam. I hope you enjoy your meal with us this evening." He began, spreading the menus out on the table and pointing to them in turn as he explained, "this is a list of our starters and breads, our fish courses, this one is for main, meat courses and their vegetarian alternatives, this is our desert menu, and this is our wine list. Additionally, this is a list of all of the wine from your personal collection…I know this is your first visit here sir, so you might not be aware, but this was one of the favourite establishments of your father, and his father before him. As such they kept an extensive collection of wine in our cellar for personal use…some of which, it pains me to say, are of an even higher quality than those in our own stocks."

This was news to Harry, but he appreciated the little insight into his family that he would never know.

Several minutes, and many changes later, they had decided on their full meals and the waiter disappeared again, telling them their requests would be served shortly.

They spent the few minutes before the food arrived talking about minor things, of little importance.

Once the meal was served and they were told to simply tap the plate with their wand to replace one course with the next, they were left in peace for the duration of the meal. This is where the conversation turned to what they had each done that day.

Harry began explaining about the blood test and the funny looking bowl instrument thing and everything that had been said until that point. Then when he listed the families that he was now the head of, Tonks practically gave Harry a shower in the wine, she sprayed that much of it over him.

"Back up a minute there sunshine, you're the head of all of them families?!" she asked in disbelief.

Momentarily confused, Harry took the opportunity to use a quick cleaning charm before replying, "Yeah, that's what I'm told…why? Is that a problem?"

"'Is that a problem' he asks" she began, shaking her head "No Harry, it's not a problem, unless you count the fact that you've just listed some of the most influential families past and present, not to mention probably the richest, not only in Britain but in the entire world, as a problem."

At this Harry was somewhat dumbstruck, he hadn't even heard of most of them, so settled for a simple "Oh." In response.

"Well you might as well tell me," she began, "did anything else interesting happen?"

Chuckling slightly, Harry said "Yeah, you could say that. I got the longest cart ride I've ever had going down to that vault to get the items I apparently need for something. Then when I got there I saw some of the Gringotts dragons. Oh and by the way, the things in the vault weren't just random items, by modern standards they're each priceless artefacts." He concluded, giving in to the absurdity of the situation, which had seemed perfectly reasonable until he actually stopped and thought about it.

For the next few minutes, Harry explained about his visit to the vault and what he retrieved. Tonks wouldn't believe him until he pulled them out of his pocket and showed them to her at which point she was in awe of what she saw and considered him crazy for just shoving them in his pocket, until he pointed out that he had little option as carrying that lot through Diagon Alley was one sure way to attract attention.

Once he was done, Tonks began explaining about her encounter with Harry's favourite headmaster. The news about why Harry hadn't received any owls lately didn't really seem to be too much of a shock to him, in fact, he had begun to suspect something like that might be the case…it seemed that every year, Dumbledore tried to keep him on a tighter and tighter leash.

Harry decided something at that point, and shared it with Tonks, who while reluctant at first, eventually had to agree it would be for the best.

If Harry couldn't trust Dumbledore or anyone associated with the order (which included most of the teachers) with the exception of Tonks, who he was sure was on his side, then that meant that he couldn't safely return to Hogwarts in September, as much as it pained him to not return to his one true home, it was the only way he could guarantee freedom from Dumbledore.

"Do what you feel is best. I can see advantages to either option and will support you whatever your decision." Was Tonks' simple and honest response when asked what she thought.

By this point in the conversation they were both a good way through their main meals and nearly ready for desert.

No, what hurt Harry the most, wasn't the confirmation of Dumbledore's actions, it was what Tonks had heard him muttering about getting the "Weasley boy" to "watch him", this called into question what he thought was one of his closest friendships, as though there were six of them to pick from, Harry assumed the "Weasley boy" in question would be Ron. And if Ron was watching Harry for Dumbledore, then just how much of their friendship had been faked towards that end?

Harry sat for a few minutes in silence thinking about this, and Tonks, realising how hard it must be for him let him think and deal with it in his own time.

The more Harry thought about it the more he thought the whole thing was a set up…him being left at the station first year with no instructions…just happening to hear a family talking very loudly near by about platform 9 ¾ and muggles…Ron just happening to stumble into his compartment soon after, claiming everywhere was full, when Harry had gone to the toilet soon after and passed 2 empty compartments on his way…Ron's insistence that Harry always spend time with him whenever possible, both at school and then at the Burrow and later at Grimauld, at the time had seemed innocent enough, if a bit annoying, but now was questionable in motive at best…yes, Harry thought as much as I hate to admit it, I guess it all makes sense in a twisted sort of way.

Sensing his rapidly darkening mood, Tonks decided it was time to distract his thoughts.

"Ok, so, are you done there?" she asked, gesturing to his plate, which was now practically empty.

Shaken out of his daze, Harry remembered himself. "Yeah, all done. Why don't we just take the rest of the wine with us to finish later and head back now?"

"Sounds good to me. I'll just get the bill." She said while making some sort of signal with her wand.

A moment later, their waiter came through the door, carrying a piece of parchment, which he laid on the table in front of them before taking a step back.

Tonks took a look at the amount and rapidly paled.

"Shit" she muttered under her breath.

Seeing the look on her face and guessing that the meal had been considerably more expensive than she had anticipated, Harry had a quick look for himself, and was somewhat shocked too.

The total read 285 galleons, 5 sickles, 8 knuts.

I don't even have that much money in my vault, never mind with me. Thought Tonks

Sensing her discomfort, Harry decided to take charge.

"Don't worry about it Tonks, I've got it." He said, pulling out his moneybag and began counting out the required amount…after all, considering how much he had recently found out he had, 300 galleons was pretty much just loose change to him now and he could probably eat here every day for the rest of his life and still be filthy rich.

Tonks tried to protest that she should at least pay some of it, but Harry wouldn't hear of it so eventually she conceded that realistically she couldn't even afford half the bill, and that he wouldn't exactly be hard pressed to meet it.

Another 20 minutes later found Harry and Tonks in his room at privet drive, having just portkeyed directly there. They sat down on the sofa, which had been conjured a few days previously, and began to relax after what had turned out to be a very eventful day for them both.

Tonks had come to a decision, now was the time to confront Harry about her feelings and hope for the best.

"I really enjoyed tonight, Harry." She began.

"Yeah, me too, the food was great." He replied, blissfully ignorant of what she was working towards.

"Yes, the food was pretty good, but what I meant was spending time with you like that. Listen, Harry, there's some things I feel I need to tell you and I want you to just let me finish before you say anything, ok? After that you can say what ever and do what ever you want, but please hear me out." She said nervously.

Detecting that whatever it was she wanted to talk about was something important, Harry turned towards her, giving her his full attention. "Ok, I'm listening."

She smiled weakly at him. "Well, you know I'm not usually one for being shy, so I'll just get right to the point. Since I've started spending a lot of time with you, I've come to realise that I really like you as a person. I like you for lots and lots of different reasons but none of that is important right now, the fact is, I do. The problem is, I like you a whole lot more than I should." She continued nervously. "If you want to kick me out after this, I'll go, no questions asked, and I won't hold it against you for a minute. But the more I think about it, the more I come to the conclusion that no matter how wrong it probably is, the fact is, I think I might be falling in love with you, and I was kinda wondering if there was any chance you feel the same…" she finished lamely, blushing like mad and avoiding eye contact. What have I done? She thought Couldn't I have just left well enough alone and seen how things go? No of course not, I had to open my big mouth…I might as well be packing my bags now.

Harry was shocked (not for the first time that day). Here was one of, if not the, most beautiful woman he knew, sitting there claiming to have feelings for him. Was this a dream? Of course he felt the same! She had a great personality, they got on perfectly most of the time and she had looks that most women would kill for (in just about any form she took, but especially her natural one). Realising that he had better say something before she got the wrong idea, Harry pressed forward.

"Tonks, I have to say this is kinda unexpected…and I have no idea what it is that you see in me that you like." He began. "But whatever it is, I must have been doing something right. Oh bugger, I'm hopeless at this stuff…I'll just come out and say it, yes, I feel the same, I like you very much, I don't know if it's love or not 'cos I've never known what that is, but, the answer to your question is yes."

"Really?" she asked, quietly.

"Yes, really."

Now that she had confirmation, and she was finally able to express how she truly felt, Tonks took this as an opportunity to show her feelings for him in style.

She leaped on top of him, legs on either side of his, wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in to a hot, passionate kiss.

Harry was momentarily startled and unsure what to do; after all he hadn't exactly had much experience with this sort of situation before. However after a moment, his instincts kicked in and he did exactly what most teenage boys would do in his position. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her back for all he was worth.

When he did that, Tonks moaned against his mouth and after a couple of minutes ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips, asking, begging for entrance to his mouth, which he readily granted, allowing their tongues to entwine and their passion to rise.

Soon, Tonks began to slide her hands under Harry's t-shirt, rubbing them over his stomach and chest, extracting a low moan from him as their tongues continued to slide against each other.

By this point Harry was almost beyond all logical thought and was entirely caught up in the pleasure of the moment.

He slowly slid his hands down her back and squeezed her ass through her skirt, enjoying the feel and the sensations it caused within himself.

Suddenly Tonks broke the kiss and Harry thought he'd gone too far until she ripped his top off and began kissing, licking and biting all over his neck and upper body while exploring further with her hands, which he decided was a very good thing indeed.

He slid his hands up along her back again, pulling her shirt over her head before scooping her up and carrying her over to the bed.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him down on top of her and threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding his mouth down to one of her breasts.

He quickly caught on to what she wanted and began to suck on it repeatedly, flicking and swirling his tongue around her hard nipple, making her cry out in pleasure before moving across to the other one, repeating the process.

Harry continued this process several more times, while Tonks managed to slide his jeans down and off his body and slipped her hand into his boxers, first cupping and massaging his balls, then wrapping her fingers around and his already hard cock and gently, slowly stroking it, eliciting a gasp from him.

Harry began working his way back up Tonks' body and kissed her on the mouth again while letting his hands wander all over her body. She kissed him back deeply and passionately and flipped him over onto his back, straddling him and taking off her skirt and his boxers, leaving him naked and her only in underwear, then while still kissing him she began to slowly grind her pussy against his throbbing cock.

Remembering something he'd seen in the magazines passed around the dorms at night, Harry slid down, under her body, slowing momentarily to tease her nipples for a minute, before continuing on and began licking and sucking at her cloth covered pussy, savouring her taste in his mouth while she ground harder against his face.

Now Tonks was really enjoying this, she had never had anyone do this to her before and she had to admit, it was good. She was moaning wildly as the pleasure built up, then she lifted up slightly and slipped out of her last remaining clothing before grabbing Harry's hair and pulling his mouth back up to her waiting snatch.

Now that he didn't have anything in the way, Harry was able to bring her even more pleasure; he alternated between sliding his tongue in and out of her entrance, licking up her rapidly flowing juices and sucking on her clit.

It didn't take long before it all became too much for Tonks, she pushed down into his mouth one last time, while pulling up on his hair and moaning out his name as she climaxed hard, all of her cum flowing out onto his waiting tongue and mouth as he eagerly lapped it up.

Once she had come down from her orgasm, Tonks lay down next to Harry and pulled him into another searing kiss, not at all minding her own taste on his lips and tongue.

"That was amazing." She murmured in his ear minutes later.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, I wasn't sure if I would do it right, but wanted to try." He replied.

Smiling at him, she said, "Oh, believe me, you did just fine." Making a split second decision, she looked him in the eye, "Now, I believe it's time for me to repay the favour."

She pushed him flat onto his back and began to kiss her way down his body, starting t his chest and going all the way down to the base of his cock, which was rock hard and standing up straight in anticipation of what was to come.

Slowly, teasingly, she flicked her tongue out and licked up along the underside of his shaft until she reached the head, at which point she swirled her tongue around before taking half of his length into her mouth and sucking as hard as she could while slowly moving up and down, gradually taking more and more into her mouth then her throat until she was deep throating his entire length.

Right then, Harry was sure that he must have died and gone to heaven, there was no other explanation for the wonderful, indescribable feelings he was having.

As Tonks continued to pleasure Harry to the best of her ability, he soon began to feel the pressure rising within him and knew what was coming. He tried to speak out and warn her so she wasn't caught off guard, but the only sound that came out was a moan.

Tonks was at first surprised when he began to shoot directly into her mouth and gagged on the first shot, but soon got control of herself and began to suck as hard as she could and pumping up and down on his cock, desperate to get as much as possible as stream after stream hit the back of her throat and she hurriedly swallowed it all down.

Eventually, he stopped and as he began to go limp in her mouth, Tonks released him and slid up, wrapping her arms and legs around him, holding him close.

It was in this position, laid side by side and in each other's arms that they soon fell into sleep, occasionally waking to repeat their earlier activities.

As he drifted off for what would be the final time that night, there were two thoughts that came to mind…he was a very lucky guy, and it had been one hell of a birthday.