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The next day, by Professor Dumbledore's written suggestion, Occlumency training began again with Harry and Tonks. They chose to use a room that was on the top floor, away from where everyone else went about their business, to keep distractions out. Harry followed Tonks through the door, trying hard, but failing miserably, to keep his eyes on the back of Tonks' head and not on her skin tight pants that left NOTHING to the imagination. He turned and shut the door behind him. Tonks spun around on the spot, pulling out her wand.

"Legilimens!" she yelled. Without warning, Harry's mind became flooded with memories. But it wasn't as miserable of an experience as it had been with Snape. The memories weren't bad. Harry tried to push Tonks out of his mind, and managed to after a fairly long period of time.

"Well, you did it. We're just going to have to work on being prepared for it." Tonks said. Harry nodded, but something was bothering him.

"Tonks, how come you only went through my good memories?" He asked.

"Well, it partly has to do with how powerful the witch or wizard who is casting the spell is. A less powerful witch or wizard would only be able to sift through good memories, since the receiver of the spell doesn't reject them normally. A more powerful wizard would be able to choose whether or not they wish to see good or bad memories." Tonks explained.

"So, which one are you?" Harry asked. Tonks smiled.

"I can choose which memories I see. I'm just that talented." She said with a smile. Harry suddenly got an idea.

"What if the receiver wants you to see something? Will you see it?" He asked. Tonks looked at him curiously, but decided that it was a legitimate question.

"Yeah, I suppose so." Deciding to shrug off the curiosity about Harry's question, Tonks raised her wand. "Lets try this again, with some warning. Try your best to block me this time." Harry nodded. "Legilimens!" she yelled again. Harry managed to block her this time, but let her in nonetheless. Tonks' heart raced as Harry allowed her to see something she never thought she would. Broken flashes of her and Harry began to go through her mind. To her knowledge, though, none of the memories ever actually happened. His mind finally settled on one thought.

Harry and Tonks stood facing each other. Harry's heart was racing and Tonks' breathing was coming in short gasps. Harry began to move closer and closer to Tonks until they were inches from each other. Tonks looked down at her feet as Harry brought his hands up to cup her chin. He gently raised her head so that they were staring each other in the eye. Harry leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips. Tonks then raised her arms and pulled Harry closer to her and deepened the kiss.

Suddenly Tonks saw herself and Harry groping each other, and then they were on the bed, naked, under the covers. Tonks broke the connection between her and Harry and looked at him. Her breath was short and quick. Harry began to move closer and closer to her, taking her head in his hands and landing a gentle, lingering kiss on her lips. Tonks realized that Harry had planned that and broke the kiss.

"Harry..." she whispered. Harry ignored her and kissed her again. Tonks didn't return the kiss and pushed Harry away. "Harry, we can't!" she said. Harry looked at her and was overwhelmed by embarrassment.

"I'm so stupid! I should have known you wouldn't have felt that way about me! What was I thinking?" he said. He walked over to the couch that was in the room and sat on it, sending dust flying from the cushion.

"Harry, it's not that." Tonks' words fell on deaf ears. Harry leaned forward and buried his head in his hands.

"You must think I'm really ridiculous now. Some silly little boy with a crush." He said, half to himself and half to Tonks. Tonks walked over and sat down next to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and made him sit up and look at her. Harry looked Tonks straight in the eye. The pain and humiliation was apparent to Tonks in his, and she suddenly felt a very strong desire to hold him in her arms and never let go. Harry began to blush and looked away. Tonks tightened her grip around his waist and pulled him towards her. For the third time in the last five minutes, their lips locked, but this time, it was Tonks making the move.

Harry's hands made their way to Tonks' waist. Tonks raised her hands and began slowly running them through his messy hair. Harry gently laid Tonks down on the couch so that he was on top of her. Harry was lost in such a state of bliss that nothing could have made him unhappy. He had wanted this ever since Tonks and Remus showed up at the Dursleys. He was the happiest he had been in months.

Tonks was slightly less captivated. While the majority of her mind was enjoying the kissing and touching immensely, a small voice in the back of her head told her it was wrong. 'You know this is wrong! He's so much younger than you! It'll never – my god he's a good kisser!' All thoughts were drowned out, though, as Harry slipped his hands under Tonks' skintight shirt and began playing with the clasp of her bra. The warm touch of his hands on her bare skin sent chills up her spine.

Some time later, Harry and Tonks lay motionless on the floor. Various articles of clothing were thrown around the room. Harry was lying on his back, one arm playing with Tonks' hair, the other resting on her arm. Tonks was lying with her head on his shoulder and her arm across his chest. They had been lying there for quite some time, neither wanting to move from the other's presence.

Tonks was deep in thought. What had she just done? She just had sex with a student! Of course he wasn't her student. And she wasn't a teacher. 5 years isn't all that bad, is it?

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked. Tonks sighed.

"I'm trying to work out what just happened. What did just happen?" she asked him.

"Well, I think we just had sex." Harry said sarcastically.

"Thank you captain obvious! That's not what I meant. How long have you wanted to do this?" she asked him, remembering that he had made the first move. Harry thought about his answer for a moment.

"Ever since I saw you at the Dursley's a few days ago. You were so beautiful." He said. Tonks blushed. Just then, they heard a knock on the door.

"Tonks, Harry? Is everything ok in there? You've been up here for a long time. Molly has lunch made downstairs." It was Remus.

"Uhh.... We'll be down in a second!" Tonks called back. She jumped up from the floor, already missing Harry by her side, and ran around the room picking up her clothes. Harry sat up slowly and looked around. He got up and began picking up his clothes as well, in much less a rush than Tonks. Harry pulled all his clothes back on as Tonks tried to find the best reflection she could in a rusted and warped old mirror. Harry looked up at her.

"Tonks," he spoke softly. "Was it lust?" he asked her. Tonks turned from the mirror and looked at Harry. She searched her mind for all evidence pointing her either one way or another. After a few short moments that felt like an eternity to Harry, Tonks slowly shook her head.

"Was it for you?" she asked. Harry took considerably less time answering than Tonks had. He shook his head as well. Tonks smiled and walked up to him, kissing him lovingly. "I love you." She whispered. Harry looked Tonks in the eye and whispered back.

"I love you too." Tonks kissed Harry again, then walked towards the door. She turned around and looked at Harry.

"We can't tell anyone. Not just yet. I don't know how they would accept it." Harry agreed and they left the room, keeping a distance between them so as not to raise suspicions. When they reached the kitchen, everyone was already eating. There were only two seats left, side by side. Harry and Tonks both sat down and began eating. Tonks rested on hand on her knee. Harry lowered his arm and gently grasped her hand under the table. Tonks smiled. With much difficulty, they continued the day with little to no contact, leaving Harry feeling very lonely by the time sleep finally took him.