Harry leaned back in his chair, watching Tonks decorate the Christmas tree.  He’d known for a while now that his...crush...was more than a crush.  That whatever the feeling was inside him that had been growing for three years was now more than a mere crush.

He just had to make Tonks see that.  She was dressed in an elf outfit, complete with green tights and gloves.  Her red velvet costume ended in a short skirt Harry was trying to devise ways of looking under, and exposed a good portion of cleavage.  Her hair was a sedate brunette tonight, but topped with a perky elf bonnet.

She bent to adjust the ornaments at the bottom of the tree.

As Harry stared in disbelief, he realized she was wearing only the tights under her costume.

No knickers, seeped into his brain.  As if a switch were flicked, he went from the powerful, composed young wizard who defeated Voldemort to a horny, eighteen-year-old male with nothing more on his mind than the fact the object of his affection had no knickers on.

He wasn’t consciously aware of standing until he was directly behind Tonks, pulling her upright into his arms.

“I’m beginning to think you’re teasing me, Tonks,” he whispered, more harshly than he intended.

She turned in his arms, dropping the ornament in her hand to drive both her hands into his hair, whispering, “I was beginning to think you’d never catch on, Harry.”

Then their lips met in a heated kiss.