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Memory 2 - A Nymph in Love
Flashback
I'm sprawled naked on a four poster bed watching the world start to come alive outside - the sun rising casts it's rays through the window and birds in the trees are singing their song. I've not been happy at all recently. I went through a bout of depression which began with Sirius's death. Everyone thought I loved him. Sure I had deep feelings for him, but no more than the love a sister could give to her brother. Molly bless her, keeps inviting me to The Burrow, trying to fix me up with Bill. I think she's got the message I'm not interested now though. She's let me bend her ear a lot over these hard times, she's been very kind to me. It's been these past few months I've known my feelings for Hermione run a lot deeper than sisterly love. In so many words, I told Molly. I haven't said who the witch is, I don't think she would have been quite as understanding if she knew.
We were both sat at the old wooden table in The Burrow. It was late in the evening and everyone had gone to bed, the old house having settled down creaking and groaning every so often. Molly reached across the table, clasping both my hands in hers and said "Tonks, love...if you have the opportunity to be happy, then grasp it with both hands and pull. Hard. You know better than most what it is to lose a loved one. Don't let it happen again." Wise, wise words.
The memory of last night with HER, with Hermione brings a smile to my face. Now I know the feelings I have are reciprocated - she wants me too! I let my eyes drift shut as images of her begin to form behind my eyelids. I've always envied her of that curvacious body next to my boyish figure. Hmmm, actually I don't know whether it's been envy or just pure lust. Yep, I think the latter is more accurate. I think of her lips, her beautifully shaped lips and a familiar warm tingling sensation makes itself known down below. Mmmm, I should have time I don't have to be on duty until the sun is fully risen. Now where was I? Ah yes, those breasts of hers. I imagine how it would feel to take one in my hand and...
A soft *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "Tonks, are you in?" I freeze in my ministrations as I realize who it is at the door. Oh my God, it's HER! I quickly throw on my velvet purple nightgown and grab my wand to unlock the door. There she is stood in full glory wearing jeans and a clingy Weird Sisters T-shirt. She seems to notice my flushed face and blushes herself "Did I get you at a bad time?"
"Oh no no, I...I was just thinking about you." I grin coyly.
"Oh yes, and about what may I ask?" she approaches me with a wicked smirk on her face, she kicks the door shut "Alohomora" and the lock clicks loudly. As she walks towards me, I'm stepping backwards. As I think I'll smoothly end up on the bed, the back of my gown gets caught under my foot and i'm sent flying. I crash down onto the wooden floor into a great big bloody heap. Great one, really impress the lady huh, Tonks? Hermy has a half concerned, half amused look on her face. I realize that i'm exposing everything, my gown has sprawled around me as though framing my body. I don't know why but I bashfully gather up the fabric of my gown and cover myself with it.
"I really know how to spoil the mood, hey?" I straighten the gown and tie it shut. She laughs as she holds her hand out to help me "Come on, up with ya." I take her hand and I'm up on my feet, not letting go of her, I pull her onto the bed to sit beside me. I clasp her face with both my hands and kiss her lips.
"I'm glad you're here." She grins and nods, stroking the inside of my thigh firmly. "I haven't been able to sleep Tonks...thinking about what happened last night on the tower, I..." Those lips i've been daydreaming about are on mine and I fiercely return the kiss. No need for politeness this time, her tongue is already in my mouth and mine in hers exploring, tasting. We simultaneously lay back onto the bed, she climbs on top of me straddling my hips. Oh, how I have dreamed of this, seeing her in this position. She holds my arms together above my head and looks at me, her hair cascading down.
"Incarcerous" she mutters. I feel a tingly sensation on my wrists and find they're bound together around a post on the four poster bed. "Hey, what?..." She muffles the question with her lips, grinding up against me. I'm normally the dominant one but with Hermione, I'm like putty in her hand. My gown is partially open again and I see her eyes trail down my body, absorbing what she sees. "Mmmm, just how I imagined." The fact that she had been 'imagining' me at all is such a turn-on. I grind against her leg, needing to relieve this tension. She firmly holds me down by the bare thighs, her eyes slightly glazed over by what she's looking at. "Shaven too..."
She doesn't hesitate in capturing my lips and there a collision of tongues once again. I moan into her mouth as she opens my legs wide, positioning herself more comfortably between them. There is a rough feel of denim as she rubs herself against my naked flesh. It's then I realize i'm fully de-robed. This minx had jinxed my nightgown onto the floor without my even knowing!
I moan throatily "Please, Hermy...let me see you."
She grins evilly "In time darling, in..." She whips her head around as we hear a loud *POP*
"Shit, the fireplace!" Someone is trying to use the floo network! Not very successfully apparently, all I see is a coated arm flapping around and a deep male voice grumbling "Bloody floo network, wrong address..." Hermione jinxes me free before heading for a nearby cupboard and I dive under the quilt.
"Nymphadora Tonks!" Nooo, he must have seen her. What the hell am I going to do? I'll be fired for sure, her parents will have to be told -
"Why the HELL are you still in bed? You're late - you should have been on duty an hour ago!" Pretending to have just awoken, I look up eyes half open "What? Who?" I allow my eyes to adjust and see the black balding head of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Hey! You're one to talk, Kingsley! Worst timekeeper in the wizarding world, no scrap that, the MUGGLE world too."
He grumbles some more "Yes, anyway get your ass out of bed before I do it for you."
"I am not suitably dressed to do so with you ogling at me."
He raises an eyebrow "Thought I heard quite a commotion when I was trying to get through, you got someone in here?" He adds with a dirty chuckle. I drag one of my boots up off of the floor by the laces and hurl it in his general direction missing by miles. Curse my appalling aim.
"Get outta here!"
"Alright, alright! Keep your delicious pink hair on." Another filthy grin and with that he disappears with another loud *POP*
I hear a muffled voice emit from the cupboard "Is it safe?"
"Yep" I lay back on the pillow, hands behind my head as Hermione spills out coughing and spluttering.
"You really need to clean that out, I nearly suffocated in there!"
"Yehhh" I wave my hand nonchalantly and she makes her way over to the bed.
"You'd best get ready hun, you don't want anymore surprise visits." God, this is infuriating! Why did he have to interrupt us?
I get out of bed with a sigh "Here..." She waves her wand and I am in my favorite jeans with one of my own worn out looking Weird Sisters t-shirts.
"You have excellent taste" She smiles "I know..." I see the longing back in her eyes again and I lean in to kiss her.
"I'll make it upto you baby, I promise."
End of Flashback...
I'm sprawled naked on a four poster bed watching the world start to come alive outside - the sun rising casts it's rays through the window and birds in the trees are singing their song. I've not been happy at all recently. I went through a bout of depression which began with Sirius's death. Everyone thought I loved him. Sure I had deep feelings for him, but no more than the love a sister could give to her brother. Molly bless her, keeps inviting me to The Burrow, trying to fix me up with Bill. I think she's got the message I'm not interested now though. She's let me bend her ear a lot over these hard times, she's been very kind to me. It's been these past few months I've known my feelings for Hermione run a lot deeper than sisterly love. In so many words, I told Molly. I haven't said who the witch is, I don't think she would have been quite as understanding if she knew.
We were both sat at the old wooden table in The Burrow. It was late in the evening and everyone had gone to bed, the old house having settled down creaking and groaning every so often. Molly reached across the table, clasping both my hands in hers and said "Tonks, love...if you have the opportunity to be happy, then grasp it with both hands and pull. Hard. You know better than most what it is to lose a loved one. Don't let it happen again." Wise, wise words.
The memory of last night with HER, with Hermione brings a smile to my face. Now I know the feelings I have are reciprocated - she wants me too! I let my eyes drift shut as images of her begin to form behind my eyelids. I've always envied her of that curvacious body next to my boyish figure. Hmmm, actually I don't know whether it's been envy or just pure lust. Yep, I think the latter is more accurate. I think of her lips, her beautifully shaped lips and a familiar warm tingling sensation makes itself known down below. Mmmm, I should have time I don't have to be on duty until the sun is fully risen. Now where was I? Ah yes, those breasts of hers. I imagine how it would feel to take one in my hand and...
A soft *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "Tonks, are you in?" I freeze in my ministrations as I realize who it is at the door. Oh my God, it's HER! I quickly throw on my velvet purple nightgown and grab my wand to unlock the door. There she is stood in full glory wearing jeans and a clingy Weird Sisters T-shirt. She seems to notice my flushed face and blushes herself "Did I get you at a bad time?"
"Oh no no, I...I was just thinking about you." I grin coyly.
"Oh yes, and about what may I ask?" she approaches me with a wicked smirk on her face, she kicks the door shut "Alohomora" and the lock clicks loudly. As she walks towards me, I'm stepping backwards. As I think I'll smoothly end up on the bed, the back of my gown gets caught under my foot and i'm sent flying. I crash down onto the wooden floor into a great big bloody heap. Great one, really impress the lady huh, Tonks? Hermy has a half concerned, half amused look on her face. I realize that i'm exposing everything, my gown has sprawled around me as though framing my body. I don't know why but I bashfully gather up the fabric of my gown and cover myself with it.
"I really know how to spoil the mood, hey?" I straighten the gown and tie it shut. She laughs as she holds her hand out to help me "Come on, up with ya." I take her hand and I'm up on my feet, not letting go of her, I pull her onto the bed to sit beside me. I clasp her face with both my hands and kiss her lips.
"I'm glad you're here." She grins and nods, stroking the inside of my thigh firmly. "I haven't been able to sleep Tonks...thinking about what happened last night on the tower, I..." Those lips i've been daydreaming about are on mine and I fiercely return the kiss. No need for politeness this time, her tongue is already in my mouth and mine in hers exploring, tasting. We simultaneously lay back onto the bed, she climbs on top of me straddling my hips. Oh, how I have dreamed of this, seeing her in this position. She holds my arms together above my head and looks at me, her hair cascading down.
"Incarcerous" she mutters. I feel a tingly sensation on my wrists and find they're bound together around a post on the four poster bed. "Hey, what?..." She muffles the question with her lips, grinding up against me. I'm normally the dominant one but with Hermione, I'm like putty in her hand. My gown is partially open again and I see her eyes trail down my body, absorbing what she sees. "Mmmm, just how I imagined." The fact that she had been 'imagining' me at all is such a turn-on. I grind against her leg, needing to relieve this tension. She firmly holds me down by the bare thighs, her eyes slightly glazed over by what she's looking at. "Shaven too..."
She doesn't hesitate in capturing my lips and there a collision of tongues once again. I moan into her mouth as she opens my legs wide, positioning herself more comfortably between them. There is a rough feel of denim as she rubs herself against my naked flesh. It's then I realize i'm fully de-robed. This minx had jinxed my nightgown onto the floor without my even knowing!
I moan throatily "Please, Hermy...let me see you."
She grins evilly "In time darling, in..." She whips her head around as we hear a loud *POP*
"Shit, the fireplace!" Someone is trying to use the floo network! Not very successfully apparently, all I see is a coated arm flapping around and a deep male voice grumbling "Bloody floo network, wrong address..." Hermione jinxes me free before heading for a nearby cupboard and I dive under the quilt.
"Nymphadora Tonks!" Nooo, he must have seen her. What the hell am I going to do? I'll be fired for sure, her parents will have to be told -
"Why the HELL are you still in bed? You're late - you should have been on duty an hour ago!" Pretending to have just awoken, I look up eyes half open "What? Who?" I allow my eyes to adjust and see the black balding head of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Hey! You're one to talk, Kingsley! Worst timekeeper in the wizarding world, no scrap that, the MUGGLE world too."
He grumbles some more "Yes, anyway get your ass out of bed before I do it for you."
"I am not suitably dressed to do so with you ogling at me."
He raises an eyebrow "Thought I heard quite a commotion when I was trying to get through, you got someone in here?" He adds with a dirty chuckle. I drag one of my boots up off of the floor by the laces and hurl it in his general direction missing by miles. Curse my appalling aim.
"Get outta here!"
"Alright, alright! Keep your delicious pink hair on." Another filthy grin and with that he disappears with another loud *POP*
I hear a muffled voice emit from the cupboard "Is it safe?"
"Yep" I lay back on the pillow, hands behind my head as Hermione spills out coughing and spluttering.
"You really need to clean that out, I nearly suffocated in there!"
"Yehhh" I wave my hand nonchalantly and she makes her way over to the bed.
"You'd best get ready hun, you don't want anymore surprise visits." God, this is infuriating! Why did he have to interrupt us?
I get out of bed with a sigh "Here..." She waves her wand and I am in my favorite jeans with one of my own worn out looking Weird Sisters t-shirts.
"You have excellent taste" She smiles "I know..." I see the longing back in her eyes again and I lean in to kiss her.
"I'll make it upto you baby, I promise."
End of Flashback...