A Fading Bubblegum Pink

I am stood in the gap that runs between two long Gryffindor tables, all students in weekend attire and getting ready for a trip to Hogsmeade. She’s right next to me looking off into some distant space with a trace of a grin on her face. I want to cry out in joy, she’s here, in full glory! Caught up in my euphoria, I reach out to hold her face in my hands. My hands pass right through her as though I’m a ghost. I let out a quiet sob, quickly stifling it because I forget no one can hear me. I know I shouldn’t be such a fool as to think I could actually touch her – this is after all only a memory. You must understand how hard it is, to see her and be near her and forget you are not able to touch her. She does seem to snap out of her daydream as a result of our non-contact. She brings her hands up to her cheeks with an odd look on her face and tells the two boys she’s going to the library. They don't seem at all bothered even if it is a trip to Hogsmeade - Hermione practically lives in the library anyway.

I follow her out of the Great Hall, skipping out of the way of these hyperactive school kids forgetting that they actually wouldn’t be able to see me or feel me anyway. I run up ahead of her, I want to see her face. I'm walking backwards so I can take her in - the mischievous glint evident in her eyes, that grin back on her face and she is humming a tune I recognize but couldn't name right now. I come up beside her now, wanting to absorb every angle of her. When it comes to an intersection, I go to turn with her towards the library but she walks straight through me going in the opposite direction. She looks behind, seeming to look straight at me but carries right on walking.

"What the hell, where is she...?" I puzzle. A grin spreads across my face as I realize where she's going. Several staircases and six corridors later she comes to a stand still outside a very familiar door. My door.

"Tonks, honey - are you in there?" she asks, peering through the keyhole. The door swings open and the 'memory me' pulls her inside, I just make it in behind Hermione before the door closes. Without giving her chance to protest I hug her close to my body and press my lips firmly against mine, hungry for contact. It's weird watching myself, especially like this. It's not just like looking in the mirror or watching a recording of yourself. Man, is that what my hair looks like from the back?

I make myself comfortable, sitting amongst the scatter cushions in the window seat knowing what comes next. This is definitely a 'make yourself comfy' type of moment.

I see myself grabbing Hermione and pulling her on top of me onto the bed. Her lips are clamped to mine, and my lips part as she drives her tongue inside. I shift on the seat watching the scene before me, Oh my God, I'm getting turned on by watching myself with her! I feel weird about it at first but ease after realizing that it's my memory and I'm here to enjoy it. Enjoy in every sense of the word. I bring my feet up onto the seat and lay down feeling even more relaxed. I lay with my legs slightly open, hand resting on the place that's getting oh so hot.

"Tonks we need to get your clothes off...now." She mumbles into my ear. Mmm, I loved it when she used that bossy tone, such a turn-on.

No arguments this time, I comply sitting up on the bed as we resume kissing and she helps me drag my shirt up over my head. She stops a moment to look me over then proceeds to expertly unhook my bra. Looking at my body from an observer's point of view I see that my handful of breast is all that would suit me. Anything bigger wouldn't compliment my slim figure at all.

I moan out loud as I see Hermy bring both her hands up and cup my breasts, slowly circling both thumbs around The prominent nipples. I mimic her actions underneath my own bra, the burning sensation between my legs the most intense it's been in a long, long time. I close my eyes, listening to the sounds the pair make on the bed, concentrating especially on Hermione. She always was vocal in the bedroom department - i'm more the silent type. By the time I open my eyes again, we are both naked and the roles have reversed - me on top, Hermione the submissive. We’re both still as anything, fingers interlaced, our ragged breathing is all that can be heard. I slowly move in a back and forth motion, grinding myself against Hermione. I remember how slick she was at this point, I felt the wetness of her pussy combine with my own. She mumbles some profanity and scrunches the sheets with her hands.

“Mmmm…baby...” I kiss my way down her neck reaching her luscious breasts. I take one in my hand and sucking the nipple between my teeth I teasingly bite on it. She arches her back and moans louder in response. I navigate lower and lower, planting kisses on every sweet part of skin, when I’m finally kneeling between her legs, I crouch there. Looking up at her, questions are forming in my eyes.

“I really want you Tonks, don’t stop honey.” She replies to the silent questions.

“You’re sure?” No response is needed – I can see the urgency in her eyes now.

I still can’t believe the situation – watching myself making love with Hermy. It’s unreal. I have now gotten down to the bare essentials, my lacey knickers and bra. Nope, the bra’s gone now too. I begin to rub myself, only the thin layer of material separating my fingers from my moistness. I cup my breast, squeezing before trailing my hand down into my knickers. It rests there for a minute. I watch myself between Hermy’s legs, blowing teasingly on her clit. I used to love to tease her. I gaze on as I begin to kiss her thighs, flicking my tongue over her flesh but not quite hitting 'that' spot yet.

“Tonks, please...”

I finally give up the teasing and comply to her pleas. I imagine how she used to taste and plunge my fingers inside myself. Yes - that sweet Hermy flavour.

She’s moaning louder and louder, I can tell she’s getting close. I don’t want her to climax just yet so I pull away and she thrusts up towards my face in frustration.

“Calm down baby, calm down…” I squeeze her clit gently, hoping to prolong the time til she reaches the highest of all heights.

“Mmmmmm...”

I look up and see she has closed her eyed and is of a more chilled demeanor.

"That's it..."

I rub my hands up and down her thighs roughly yet soothingly and without warning thrust my tongue inside her pussy. She moans in delight, grabbing the back of my head and pressing me even closer. We settle into a steady rhythm, me fucking her with my tongue, rolling her clit between my forefinger and thumb. The pace quickens as she nears again. I can't stop it this time. The inevitable is going to happen. She thrusts against my tongue harder, faster, her voice raspy with pleasure.

I watch from my spot by the window, my fingers working furiously on myself, not working too fast but fast enough. I don't want to get there before Hermione does.

She's so so close now, the springs in the bed so squeaky as she thrusts herself onto my tongue. Another minute and "Ohhh, mmm, Tonksy...baby..."

I cum in my corner on the window seat just as her body begins to shudder in pleasure. Muscles spasming from the blood pumping through her veins as it does in mine. This is the closest i've felt to her since she...left me.

She pulls me up by the forearms and kisses me hard, her tongue invading my mouth. The kinky minx wants to taste herself.

I decide it's time to leave, It's enough for one day. My God, how i've loved it - seeing her, practically touching her, it's been wonderful. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed though - enough i enough. I gather up my clothes and with one last look at the bed see the slumbering couple, they look exhausted but happy. Ah yes, that was Hermione's day for pleasure but mine was the next...

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