** First upload was Oct 7, 2007. ** So yeah, this is old. I tried to finally fix a few of the grammatical errors
but I will not be updating or whatever past this. It's too old to even worry about now. Also look over any
weird looking formatting errors. The format looks kind of atrocious. It's been so long since I've submitted
or fixed anything on here, and the editor looks so different to me now and since this is rather old I won't be
updating the formatting.

Rated M for light smut. Not completely explicit, but the start of a sexual encounter is there.
Please do not read if that's something that you'd rather not see!

I wrote this fanfic before book 7 came out (quite some time before it came out) but I sadly kept being to lazy
to type it up. So knowing that, it probably goes without saying but this fanfic is after book 6 but before book 7.
Please go easy on review this is my first Potter fanfic. No flaming please! Constructive criticism is welcome!

These lovely characters do not belong to me (although I wish they did). Characters belone to J.K. Rowling.

Harry stood looking at building numbers 11 and 13. His eyes caught the mid section where number 12 Grimmauld Place would materialize within moments. Harry stood waiting as the buildings pushed apart and made way for their hidden brother. Walking through the front door Harry wondered why on Earth no new charms seemed to be in place yet. The house felt extremely empty, emptier than ever before. But yet, somehow, there was a strange sort of peace about it. Harry ascended the staircase, aiming to go to the room he and Ron had shared such a seemingly long time ago, but something stopped him. It was a rather faint sniffle. Someone was crying and the sound was coming from Sirius' old room. Harry drew his wand and muttered 'lumos', the tip emitted a faint light and he inched closer to the sound.

As he neared, it was apparent that the sounds were that of a femle crying. Stepping through the doorframe, he could see another lit wand on the nightstand and he could make out a figure, sitting on Sirius' bed. As he approached her,the light of his wand caught a glimmer of pink hair.

"Tonks?"

"Wotcher Harry..." Tonks sniffled her favorite greeting to Harry.

"What...what are you doing here?" questioned Harry.

"I could ask the same of you." She tried a smile.

"Oh erm...I just came to...get some things I'd left behind. I just realized I hadn't gotten everything I needed and..." He trailed.

"And, you wanted to see if Sirius had anything that could be of use to you?"

"Maybe." mumbled Harry.

"Fair enough then. Sometimes I get extremely depressed Harry. First Sirius and now Dumbledore. Sometimes it helps to come here and think a bit. It's quiet. Peaceful."

"I miss them too." Reminded Harry.

As he stepped a bit closer to the bed, he could now see she was holding a photograph. In the picture he could see Tonks standing in between Sirius and Lupin, all smiling. Tonks noticed Harry looking at the photograph and motioned him to come closer.

"This was just at the beginning of the new order. We were all so very hopeful then." Tonks sighed a bit.

"You musn't give up hope, no matter what. I miss Sirius more than anyone. He was the only family I've ever really known, well...the only decent family I've ever known. And Dumbledore was almost like a father to me. I've had loads of people taken from me, but I still have hope. Hope is the only thing that can keep us going. Hope is the only thing that will help us stop Voldemort."

"Listen at you Harry. Speaking just like Sirius. You've grown up a lot just since I've known you. But, you've always had that spark. Why, even Remus always said..." Tonks stopped and gazed at the doorframe absently.

"Tonks? Are you okay?"

"What, oh fine...Harry I'm f-f..." The sentence was broken off by her sobs.

"Tonks, what's happened?"

"It's...it's Remus. He's left me Harry. Said he couldn't r-ruin my life. Said I'd be cursed if I stayed in a relationship w-with a w-w-werewolf. I told him a million times that I didn't care! Told him my life wouldn't be cursed. B-b-but, he said, he said that his mind was made up." Tonks stammered out before bursting into loud sobs.

As Tonks started crying harder, Harry suddenly felt an odd twinge of hate in the pit of his stomach towards Lupin, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe he felt that Lupin was being rather selfish. Harry sat down beside her and looped and arm around her. She stopped crying and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes glimmered with her fresh tears but for some reason, thought Harry, it made her eyes stand out in a beautiful way. Suddenly Harry felt the strangest urge.

Hand on her face, Harry pulled her close and kissed her, he kissed her just like he had others before, and then different still. He kissed her like she might turn to ice and melt a moment later. He kissed her like he may never get to again. She returned it graciously but then she suddenly broke them apart.

"Harry, no...we can't. We're both vulnerable, lonely. And you're barely more than a boy..." Tonks faltered.

She jumped up and walked over to the wall, facing it, afraid to look at Harry.

Harry walked over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. He spun her around to face him. "Tonks, I'm 17. I'm not THAT much younger than you. I'm an adult now and yes I'm lonely and I know you are as well...so can't we just be lonely together At least for tonight?"

He leaned down slowly and his lips rested lightly against hers and she didn't resist letting him in as he kissed her again. She let her desires take over her, her hair melting into a deep purplish hue. Harry noticed the change and smiled as she laughed a little. Gently, he brought his hands to caress her face. Then he leaned in again. Her tongue caressed his as their mouths welded into one another. Somehow it was a feeling he had never experienced before. It was so much different than kissing Cho Chang, and even kissing Ginny now seemed dull compared to the sensation he felt while kissing Tonks.

One of his hands wandered to the buttons on her shirt and he slowly started undoing them. After he unbottoned the last one, he pushed back the shirt, revealing Tonks'
firm body that lay beneath it. She shrugged the material off of her shoulds and Harry traced his hands along the entricate design on the cups of her bra. She kissed him again and sighed into his mouth. Her hands found the bottom of his shirt and she pulled and tugged it over his head, making his already messy hair even messier. Somehow that just made him that much more alluring. She knew that they shouldn't be doing this, but she shook the thoughts from her mind. He really wasn't a boy anymore she noted as she admired the muscles he had accumulated since the last time she had seen him and he blushed feeling awkward, knowing she was looking at him.
Her eyes traveled all the way down his body and she stopped to admire what was already very erect. He pulled her close to him as he bit and nibbled her neck and shoulders. Tonks gasped loudly, though from pleasure and shock, not pain. She pushed her body away from his, long enough to unzip her skirt and wriggle it down her thighs and onto the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it somewhere out of the way. She was now left in only her under garments and though she felt more exposed than she had in ages, she also felt fiery and very alive. She was unsure how "The Boy Who Lived" suddenly awoke these buried feelings in her tonight.

She leaned down leaving a trail of kisses along Harry stomach and all the way to the top of his pants. She placed a hand on his belt line and tugged him forward. He gave a noise of appreciation and she started to undo the buttons and zips and tug down his jeans, leaving him only in his boxer briefs.

Harry traced around the mound in her underwear feeling the warmth, and sliding deeper, feeling the dampness. He fumbled for the clasp on her bra and she reached behind her to help him release her from the restraint. She gasped as the cold stale air of the house hit her nipples and made them uncomfortably erect. Harry bent down and rolled his tongue over each of them making them even harder than before. Tonks entwined her hands in his, messy black hair encouraging him to continue. He concentrated on each for a few more seconds before sliding off his shorts.

He wiggled down the last remaining piece of her clothing and stood back to admire her beautiful body. He saw an odd look in her eyes, and worried she might stop. Instead she pulled him back to the bed and pushed him roughly onto it. In the rush of the movements, she also knocked over a candelabra that broke as it hit the floor (which Harry didn't feel too roughly about as he had heard Sirius complain about how ugly it was time and time again) Tonks climed onto the bed and stradled Harry, keeping herself hovering a little above him. She smiled and traced her fingers up his stomach just for a little tease. She then lowered herself down onto him. She let out a moan as he entered her and Harry's breathing hitched at once. He grabbed her hips and pushed her down farther, sure that his grip would break her if he didn't loosen it some.

"What's going on up there?" a voice mumbled, although Tonks and Harry could not hear it. "I hear someone knocking stuff around!"

Suddenly Hermione and Ron were standing in Sirius' doorway. Tonks jumped off of Harry and tried to make way for the other side of the room, tripping and falling as she did so, and Harry tried to cover himself with the dusty covers on the bed.

"Merlin's pants, Harry!" shrieked Hermione as she covered her eyes and turned an immaculate shade of red.

"Bloody hell, Harry!" smirked Ron. "Let's just be off then, we'll meet you downstairs in a few mate." He turned and steered the still flustered and reddened Hermione out of the room and down the stairs leaving the other two trying to stammer explanations behind them as they went.