In the Closet

Change Thyself

"Hi, Charlie!" Tonks said, stumbling as she had tripped over a chair.

"I'll help you up, Nymphadora!"

"Don't call me that. I hate that name. Just call me Tonks!"

"I will." Charlie smiled.

She had looked so sweet and innocent as she lay on the floor, it stirred up emotions in Charlie that he hadn't even imagined. Sure she was in his year. He was sixteen years old, Prefect, Quidditch Captain and the Gryffindor Seeker. She was also sixteen. He had noticed her. How could you not notice a clumsy woman with spiky pink hair running around the school!

As he helped her get up he saw that she was bleeding.

"You're bleeding!" Charlie said.

"No matter!" she said and screwed up her face. The wound was healed.

"How?"

"I'm a Metamorphmagus, that means I can change my appearance at will! So healing a wound is not too hard."

"But walking sure seems to be! Lets go for a walk. I won't let you fall I promise!"

"OK," Tonks said, taking Charlie's arm.

~*~*~*~

Charlie didn't know how it happened but they ended up kissing in front of the closet. He could just as well go all the way with her... he had come this far.

"Alohomora!" Charlie whispered and they entered the closet.

"I've never been here before! What is this place?" Tonks asked Charlie.

"This, Tonks..." Charlie said, showing her the room "...is the closet!"

"Really the closet that everyone has been talking about?"

Charlie nodded.

"Wow! And now it's our turn to use it and see what its full potential is!"

Charlie grinned and planted a kiss on her lips. His hands were going through her hair, which seemed to be growing. It seemed like she wanted him to have more hair to go through with his hands.

He moved his hands down and gently squeezed her buttocks.

She moaned. His hands traveled to her front and undid her robes. She was perfect.

Her body fitted so perfectly to his, that he could have swore that she was made for him. He moaned. He wanted her and he felt that she was ready for him. He made a way into her.

Because she was a Metamorphmagus he couldn't tell whether Tonks was a virgin or not. He only hoped that his body had given him the right signals. He moved up his pace so that their breaths became irregular.

Their ecstasies came in a whirlwind of colour. They didn't know whether it was day or night, if it was Saturday or Wednesday. They remembered nothing but the passion they were sharing.

~*~*~*~

When they were done and had sorted their memories. They got dressed silently. They hadn't said a word. They felt if it would fade out the experience they had just shared and it was too wonderful to let it die a slow and painful death.

They only had to look at the other to know what the other thought about what had just happened. In their eyes lay a promise. A promise that the they would soon create more memories like the one they just made!