Chapter Seventeen
Hermione blushed brightly. He was doing it again, looking at her like she was beautiful and sexy and that he would like to do nothing else but make love to her all night long. She had to say she liked that look on his face. She was not even sure now, why, she had been so interested in Ron. Harry was so much sexier, so much more... attractive. Oh god, she had to remain in control. Otherwise, she would be screaming his name in the back alley at any moment. However, she was not so sure that was such a bad idea. Other than the fact, she had no wish to lose her virginity in some dirty back alley.
This evening she had found out something that made her even more attracted to Harry as well. It was something that in truth was making it hard for her to not jump him. She had always known he was bright. She had just found out he was a borderline Genius. That spoke to a part of her that she had not expected. A part seemed to control her hormones as well. Since, frankly, they were gushing out of her at that very moment.
"You've not eaten much... Are you not hungry?" Harry asked.
Hermione smiled faintly at him, "You've given me a lot to think about you know?" She told him wistfully.
"I Have?"
"Yes, you have." She affirmed.
"What's that then?" He asked. He did not really know that he had given her much to think about really.
Hermione smiled at him. She realised then that he did not know what he did to her. Did not know what he was doing to most of the girls in the school of late. He was handsome, sexy, rich, famous, powerful and very intelligent and charming. That was quite the combination. He was not monogamous though. He had told her upfront for which she was grateful and in a way, she was touched. It showed her that he respected her, and oddly enough, that was even more of a turn on.
"I am wondering if I am the jealous type or not." She said.
Harry smirked slightly, "I can guess, but what brings that on?"
She smiled demurely at him. She did not really have to answer that question after all.
"You know I'm not pressuring you into anything... right?" Harry asked, looking a little worried. "I thought you might like to know more about what's going on. Also, I thought it would be nice to have a meal, just you and me."
Hermione smiled again, this time with a sexy edge to her smile. "It is, and I do. Just spending time with you, however, has brought me to a very important conclusion Harry."
"What's that?"
"I fancy you rotten." She said, blushing slightly.
Amusingly enough, she noted that Harry blushed as well, though he was smiling at her as well. "I fancy you rotten too Hermione." He told her seriously. His tone and expression making it clear he was not just returning the compliment for the sake of doing so. He obviously meant it, and that made her feel good. After Ron, virtually ignoring her, her confidence had slipped quite a bit. Even with the kiss, she had gotten from Harry at the time. Oh god, she had liked that kiss, almost as much as the one that very night. She could get used to kissing him, probably more than she should.
"Not only that, I want you" Hermione said blushing once more. She had to say these things though, before her courage left her. "I want you to want me too."
"I do, I REALLY do." Harry said.
"But you want other girls too?" Hermione asked. Her tone was not condemning him, it was more curious than anything else.
"I do." He replied. Hermione was glad he had answered her honestly.
"Can I ask you a few... personal questions?"
"I suppose that depends on why and what" Harry replied carefully.
"For my own peace of mind and curiosity I will admit mostly curiosity."
Harry smiled, "okay, since it's you."
"How many girls have you shagged?
"Hermione!"
She smiled at him, "Not expecting such a blunt question?" She asked.
"No" Harry replied, smiling.
"Are you going to answer it?"
Harry looked at her for a long moment, "Three" he said finally. "I've had sex with three different women."
"Women?"
"One girl, two women." Harry corrected.
Hermione nodded, "Who was your first?"
"That's a tough question," Harry said, smirking slightly.
"Why, were those three at the same time or something?"
Harry laughed, "No. It's just I'm not sure how you're going to react to his woman's identity."
"It was a woman then?"
Harry nodded.
"Well as long as it wasn't... I dunno Umbridge or something."
"Thought you were going to say Bellatrix LeStrange" Harry said.
Hermione's face creased in confusion, "Who?"
Harry nodded slightly, that confirmed that. He had a quiet word with the Twins too and they had not known whom he had meant. However, one mention of Bell Black and they were all smiles. It was... scary.
"No one just misremembered a name," Harry said. "And no, thank god... It wasn't Umbridge"
"Then who?"
"Fleur"
Hermione blinked, "Delacour?"
"Know any other Fleurs?" He asked with a smirk.
"You lucky bastard," she said with an impish smile. "She's attractive enough that I'd quite like to sleep with her."
Harry coughed, "Damn that's a nice image."
Hermione smirked at him, "I'm a little Bi-Curious... What can I say?"
"There is nothing wrong with that." Harry said with a smile, though his eyes were a little glazed. "Damn" he said again almost reverently.
Hermione said something, a couple of times, but Harry was lost in his mental imagery. "Harry?" She said eventually reaching over and prodding him with her fork.
"Sorry, what?
"I asked, 'who else have you... been with?'"
"Why do you want to know?" Harry asked.
"Wondering who my fellow Harem members would be obviously, if I decide yes."
"Well, the 'girl' I slept with- actually had sex with, is unlikely to be around much longer. Hell, I may actually end up killing her to shut her up." Harry said smirking slightly.
"Tsk, having sex with someone you don't even like... How very ... Male" Hermione said with a roll of her eyes.
Harry shrugged, "Don't get me wrong, she's attractive, intelligent and well that's about it actually... She's a ... Freak though."
"It's Cho I take it?"
"That was a nice deduction."
"Hardly a hard one Harry" Hermione said. "She's been acting a little strange around you of late, not to mention shooting you some very hot looks. So we Have Fleur, Cho and."
"Someone else," Harry said with a smile.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "What about relations then? Sexual relations I mean."
"That's a bit more of a list." Harry admitted.
"Can I make some guesses?"
Harry smiled, "Of course you can."
"Lavender; without doubt, you've had sexual relations with her. Even now, she would be with you like-" she clicked her fingers, "'that', if you gave even a hint you were interested."
"She's barmy"
"Yes, I think she has what the American's call 'Serious Issues'."
Harry smirked. He had to agree with that one.
"Daphne Greengrass"
Harry shook his head; "I kissed her once though I'll admit. She was annoying me."
"So you... Kissed her- That seems like an odd way to deal with someone annoying you."
"Yes, it is rather."
Hermione shook her head with a fond smile. "Parv"
Harry nodded, "Yes, lots of kissing she wants a re-run."
"Re-run?"
"It's how Lav and I hooked up actually. I went out clubbing and bumped into her and Parv. After that, we saw each other, Lav I mean, after term started. Then, she went a bit nuts around first Hogsmeade Weekend. However, Parv- I have only kissed twice since that night. She is interested in doing that again though. But I've been kind of busy lately" Harry said with a smirk. He was wondering what all this was leading towards. He owed her the unvarnished truth though. He felt that he did anyway. He just hoped this was not leading to her declaring him a pervert, slapping him and leaving.
"I had wondered."
"You know, it's just occurred to me, the oath I threatened her with was actually one sided. Only, I couldn't tell, now how dumb was that?" Harry said with a shake of his head, "At least I was more careful with Tracey... Huh?" He said a shocked look on his face.
"You and Tracey Davis?" Hermione asked.
Harry nodded, and then held out his hand. A small fireball appeared in his hand, "Okay. That is weird. Let me try something here. I made a deal with Tracey. She likes to watch. I caught her watching, and then made a deal where she could... continue... this is weird!"
"What is?"
"The deal- its Oath protected."
"Oh Harry!" Hermione said. "You swore on your magic? It does not matter anyway... Those Oaths are designed for Wizard and Witches. They are also bloody dangerous. You should not be bandying them about. As to why you are unaffected. It is for humans- You cannot really be called that, not entirely at least. Even if the Oath worked, you are a source Harry. You can no more disconnect your magic than you can suddenly disconnect your heart, or your head or an arm-bad example's actually. You cannot disconnect, or lose your magic. Those oaths won't mean a damn thing."
"Oh" Harry said, "How did you know that?"
"It's bloody obvious Harry," Hermione said with a smile. "Dragon form, only one in the last 1000 years, who was by all accounts as mighty as Merlin himself? Oh, and Merlin himself was a Dragon Animagus... It's all quite clear."
"To you maybe... Some of us aren't that bright"
"Hey! Don't put yourself down Harry. Not after showing the way your mind works. Not after doing a bloody instant Fidelius with stickers." Hermione said looking angry.
Harry smiled at her, "Thank you. But I am not that clever. When I first found out about this... source thing, Voldemort mind attacked me... I turned the tables and in the process, Mind dumped him. That is to say, I stole his knowledge. Then the same with Snape, and then finally I did it to Dumbledore... I am having a bit of a control problem with that actually. The point is... The learning is not my own... Unlike some very smart and sexy witches I can mention"
"You made the connections Harry... I am impressed with this 'Mind Dumping' I have to admit. Does that mean you know where Voldemort is, or how he survived?"
Harry shook his head, "No to the first. I am still trawling through his knowledge for clues as to how he survived. I think he's in a Fidelius protected location and I don't think he is the Secret Keeper."
"That would make sense... Who else have you? Dumped?"
"Needs a better name huh?"
Hermione nodded with a smile.
"Madam Pomfrey, Professor's Flitwick, McGonagall, Sprout, and that's about it. The last few, I really did not mean to. I helped them find somewhere, and while I was with them... boom. I've got a bit of a handle on it now, so I've not done you."
"You can if you want"
"What?"
"Do me"
"Chance would be nice."
Hermione smiled, "I mean take my knowledge. I have a lot in here," she said tapping her head, "Not something I can help. It is like a sponge up there- Perhaps there will be something that will help, so please- Dump me."
Harry smiled; "I'd never dump you Hermione."
She smiled again, "Then feel free to avail yourself of my knowledge. Lots of Muggle stuff up there too. Have at it."
"I dunno Hermione, I mean... It is cheating really. It is also a bit like stealing. At first, I only did it to those that tried to steal from me... It has gone a bit mental now... I've had to lock off the new knowledge so I don't get overwhelmed."
"Please... I want to help you. I have ALWAYS wanted to help you. Do you have ANY idea what you are to me Harry, what you mean to me?"
"Urm, your friend?"
"You are that and more Harry. Back in our first year, how do you think you coming to save me affected me?"
"I dunno, I didn't think it did really?"
"Of course it did, you Wally. I am not a rabid fan girl Harry. I know how you feel about them. But that day I fell in love with you. Ron too a little, but mostly you. I knew even then that it was you who dragged him there. I just had that confirmed by the way, by the look on your face." She smiled sexily; "I'm not the fanatic type. However, you were, are and will always be my Hero Harry. Then, you became friends with me? Do you have any idea how many friends I have, or had back then?"
"Urm, loads I expect" Harry said.
"None" she said firmly. "Acquaintances, but," She smiled thinly, "I was a know it all little bitch in school; a nerdy one at that, and a host of other less than attractive traits. Being with you and Ron has curtailed that somewhat. I have more friends now, but, then, well, none. So you save me, make friends with me and... What the hell am I doing? I am sat here trying to decide if I should join this Harem. I already have" she said laughing, "You know... let's make it official... I'm with you Harry all the way and in anyway."
Harry blinked, and then smiled, "I'm not sure how to respond."
"You can start by kissing me," she smiled, "My hero."
-#-
Harry did not waste much time in taking Hermione somewhere more private after that first 'official' kiss. Using his rune stone, which Hermione had been very interested in, he had whisked them away to his secret lair. He had made sure to use the combination that asked Tracey to steer clear. He was not actually sure she would. Then again, he was not in the mood to try stopping her right at that moment.
He had Hermione on his lap, her coat long gone. Her legs were astride him and her mouth was on his own. That was pretty much the focus of his attentions at that moment. Especially since, she was still wearing the outfit he had put on her as a joke. Dear god, he liked this joke.
Hermione moaned into his mouth, pulling back afterwards to look in his eyes. "Am I doing the right thing?" She asked.
"You think too much." Harry said, kissing her neck and jaw line.
Hermione smiled in pleasure, "Probably." She admitted.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do... You know that right?" Harry said, stopping to look her in the eyes.
She smiled gratefully at him, "I'm happy to hear you say that Harry."
Harry shrugged, and then went back to trailing kisses along her neck and jaw line. Which in turn made her purr in pleasure, her hand was loosely holding him in place. One of his hands then drifted up her leg a bit. He had been holding her just above her knee. He was pushing the boundaries without pushing them, in a way.
She did not stop him, or in any way make it clear she wanted him to stop. The small sounds of pleasure she was making actually went counter to a stop order; egging him on, encouraging the action. He moved his hand to her thigh, just stroking her gently. He felt he had pushed enough for one night.
Hermione smiled, any other bloke their age would push it. They would put their hand on her breast, or move far up her leg. Harry, it appeared, knew better and appeared to sense her limits. Though the longer, he kissed her, the less she wanted to limit him in any way. His lips came off her neck, finding her lips and pressing against them. His used his lips to part hers a little, his tongue begging permission. Her own tongue reached out and granted that permission and they kissed fully. Her hands went into his hair and one of his went to hers. He held the back of her head as they kissed.
She shifted forward her eagerness showing in several ways. Not the least of which was the obvious nipple erection that was now pressed against his chest. He liked that he could do that to her, and he had not even tapped his power yet. He was not sure if he should or not actually. That said; he knew it gave pleasure. He wanted to give her pleasure, wanted to make her feel the best he could. The things she had said to him had not made him think her a fan girl. They had touched him and complimented him in ways he had not been before. It was obvious that he had more of an effect on his friend than he had ever thought. The things he had done, he done because he felt he should. It did not often occur to him what those things would 'feel' like to others.
She loved him and he loved her. It was not some kind of soppy romantic girly and trashy romance novel love. It was love though, and that meant something to Harry. It meant a lot in fact, which is why he then slowly began to let his power flow. He could give her pleasure, and now he knew his power had an effect if used stupidly. He knew he could control that reaction, the reaction Lavender seemed to be having, or she had experienced at least. Frankly, he had no care at that moment. All he cared about was the beautiful woman on his lap and making her smile, making her feel good.
Hermione moaned low in her throat, breaking off her kiss and looking down at him hotly. "Is that... part of your power...? Like the breakfast table?"
Harry was amused, and mildly annoyed that she could think so easily. She really did have a brain like a bacon slicer. She asked though, she he had to answer her. He had decided that total honesty was best with Hermione, "Yes... The Breakfast table was an accident though. Seamus pissed me off and my power flared while I was touching you..." he smiled sexily, his pupils were dilated and eyes unfocused with rampant lust. "I can make it feel much better than that. I can draw it out slowly, or-" he smiled sexily again, "I can make you come so hard your eyes will roll for a week."
Hermione's eyes were more than a little lust filled as well. She kissed him again, much more lustily than she had before, her hips working in an automatic response. This just drove up the heat a little more, to the point that it was getting dangerous. Alternatively, if not dangerous, perhaps dangerously close to the limit of what she wanted to 'do' that evening. Right at that moment, she did not care.
Harry did though. He could sense her beginning to lose her inhibitions. To loose that sense of self-control and he wanted her to. That said; he did not want her to regret anything that happened between them. He broke off the kiss and looked at her seriously. "We should stop," he said, breathing hard.
Hermione's eyes cleared a little and she smiled at him, thankfully, "We should." She agreed.
He smiled wickedly, "Before we do..."
"Yes?"
He looked her in the eye, a sexy look in his emerald regard. "I want to watch your face when I do... this."
Hermione's world exploded into a riot of colour that then flushed out to black and white, pleasure hit her like a tsunami and a thunderstorm of desire thrashed her brains out. When she eventually came back to herself a bit she realised she was letting out a sound unlike any she had uttered before. She had just had an orgasm, and she had LIKED it. She looked at Harry with a sensual smile. "Did you enjoy my face?"
Harry smirked slightly. "I think you mean the look on your face... In which case I did, I rather like the fact you can't think straight enough to say that properly." He admitted with a smug look on his face.
Hermione laughed after a slightly stunned moment, and then collapsed against him, holding him tightly. Her body continued to shiver from her experience.
Harry then looked up at the Mirror. Okay, apparently Tracey had ignored his message. He glared at her, and the cheeky bitch just replied by waving at him. The fact she had an enlarged wand in her hand made it hard to be mad at her though.
"I'll send you back 'Mione... We will talk more tomorrow... I have to deal with someone." Harry said in to her ear.
"She watched?" Hermione said, matching her volume to his and whispered in his ear.
"Yes, sorry, she is not supposed to come if I press a certain combination... Of course she may already have been here." Harry replied and he had to admit this was as much her bolthole, as it was his.
"I don't mind- in fact." Her breath was hot in his ear and he noticed her voice had dipped an octave and was somewhat sensual. "Oddly enough, it's got me worked up again."
Harry smiled, "Then maybe I get arrange something later on. Right now I have to tell her off, or at least find out what happened."
Hermione smiled, then pulled back and kissed him hotly. Before turning and waving at the Mirror, much to Tracey's shock. Then winking at Harry she made it obvious he was to send her back.
Which he did with a wave of his hand and a laugh.
-#-
Tracey waited with bated breath and her body aching. Seeing him working Hermione had been hot, but what she really needed right at that moment was for him to work her. There hadn't been quite enough action to get her off, but it was hot all the same. The fact that Hermione apparently knew actually turned her on quite a bit she had to admit. Though she would be interested in knowing how she knew. She was a little worried that Harry would be mad at her. In truth this wasn't her fault. She had only just managed to hide when the call came through. She certainly hadn't had time to get herself sorted enough to go back to her dorm.
Harry walked into her little den of sin and looked at her steadily.
"I was already here" she said, "I couldn't get out in time... Sorry."
Harry's lips quivered, he was obviously trying not to smile, or laugh. "So you thought you might as well enjoy the show."
She smiled at him unrepentantly.
"As it turns out, Hermione didn't mind... She was quite far from minding in fact."
"How did she know I was here?"
"I hide nothing from Hermione. Still, I did find out that the Oath we made was flawed. For which I find myself needing to apologise to you for."
"Why?"
"Because it didn't affect me... I'd warn you though that it probably still affects you."
Tracey nodded at him. "Is this something to do with how special you are?"
"I'm special?" Harry asked casually.
Tracey smiled, "Oh yes, that much is certain."
"Probably" he told her, "At some point I will give you full disclosure... Oddly enough I feel I can trust you and more importantly in a way... I sort of owe you."
Tracey sat back in her chair, one leg crossing over the other. "So Hermione... liked me watching?"
"Yes"
"I liked it when I realised she knew" Tracey admitted. She didn't blush; Harry liked that about her. Everything was just 'there' with Tracey. She didn't feel embarrassment, she was just in the moment and Harry liked that a lot. The fact she was steaming hot didn't hurt either.
Harry sat on the arm of the chair she was sat on. Looking out over the room Tracey had been watching, namely the living room, his eyes were dark and thoughtful.
"What is it?" Tracey asked. She enjoyed that he was comfortable with her, and it didn't hurt that he was steaming hot either.
"I dunno" Harry admitted, "Something in the air. Something is changing, no, charging really."
"Well, I've heard Animagi are more sensitive to such things."
"I'll help you with your form" Harry said, picking up on the frustration in her voice. Tracey, as it turned out, was an Eagle. Which Harry thought would be dead useful to her if she needed to escape. That said, she was one of the few that were having serious trouble controlling their magic. She had yet to manifest it like most of the class had. It was, pretty much a foregone conclusion, after that point that she would be able to turn. The student had to get that far first though, which was largely up to them. That said, he and Tracey were intimate, he had a much more powerful link with her than other students. He could use that closeness to her advantage.
"Thank you... I'd appreciate that." Tracey said.
"You and I... We're more than a deal Tracey... We're friends, remember that" Harry told her, "So of course I'll help you in any way I can..."
"Kiss me" she said suddenly, looking a bit surprised that she had.
Harry smiled and did just that.
They broke apart and Tracey was looking a bit shocked. Harry smirked at her, "What? Did you think I didn't care about you? That it was just a sexual deal or something? Or was it that you're a Slytheryn and I'm a Griff? That stuff doesn't matter to me. I like you Tracey; I like you a lot. So don't be surprised that a) I'm not angry, and b) that I care enough to put some emotion into kissing you. Now, if you want a hot steamy lust filled kiss next, I'm all for it-mmmh."
Tracey broke of the exceedingly hot kiss and smiled at Harry, "I like the emotion" she admitted, "I wasn't expecting it no. I appreciate it though..." she smiled an oddly coy smile. She appeared to be mulling something over. Then finally she straightened her shoulders and looked at him, "You missed this, which is good for me and shame on the rest" she said.
Harry just sort of smiled, "Huh?"
"It's Halloween next Saturday." She said.
Harry nodded, "Yep"
"This evening Professor Dumbledore made an announcement. It's a celebration of new spaces being found or something I wasn't taking much notice... but I did get this. We're having a party. 5th years and above are invited. Nothing amazing, it's just a party with a dance floor and all that jazz. Thing is, its Sadie Hawkins... I well, my family, have a lot of dealings with Muggles, so I knew what that was."
"Okay..."
"I asked Daph, but now I'm asking you as well. Will you go with Daph and me?"
Harry blinked, "won't she mind?"
Tracey laughed a wonderful throaty sound it was too. "No, I promise she won't mind."
"It's a little unconventional" Harry said with a smile, "That said, I would be honoured. Aren't you worried about your ... housemates though?"
"I don't give a crap about what they think."
"I don't want you in any danger" Harry said.
Tracey smiled radiantly at him, "Which is why I want to go with you. Because you care and I can trust you."
"You can? Aren't I the one that accidentally, blabbed about our deal?"
"Then promised to make it up for me... If the oath was held, you shouldn't have been able to blab. So it was an accident, you didn't know it would happen. That means something to me, as odd as that may seem. The things you've said to me tonight Harry..." she smiled, "Meant a lot. I can think of no other man I would go with."
"Thank you... That means a lot to me."
"Anyway" Tracey began with a smirk; "it's not my house I have to worry about. When people find I got to you first it's the rest of the girls in school that will be out for my blood"
Harry laughed, "As I said, it's my honour to go with you, and Daphne, as long as you are sure she won't mind. She seems good and mad at me."
"That's because she is confused. This is another reason I'm doing this."
"Cunning"
"Of course."
Harry smiled, "Then Yes, Yes, Hell Yes"
Tracey laughed, "Now go... before I become weak and shag you... I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet."
Harry smiled. She had offered herself to him as part of the deal. He hadn't pushed though. He had sensed that she hadn't meant full sex and apparently he had been right. Sometimes it was good to be right. Other times, like now, it wasn't so much. As right then, Harry did indeed really want to have sex with her.
"Okay, I'll go... This time" he said with a seductive purr. Turning he went to walk out of the room, then paused and looked at her. "Tracey?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Does the name Bellatrix LeStrange mean anything to you?"
Tracey shook her raven locks, "no; sorry. Should it?"
"Apparently not" Harry said, looking bemused. "Oh, this party? Smart, casual, or what?"
"Oh" Tracey laughed. "It's a costume party. Muggle or Wizarding, your choice."
"Right" Harry said nodding and then smirked, "Oh this could actually be fun."
-#-
"Sarah!" A voice called her name.
Tonks turned. Being who and what she was, she had to get used to answering to names that weren't her own. It was confusing at times and she tended to turn at a shouted name no matter what that name was. Her face split into a smile, her form, blonde and perky, is how she would describe it, had a nice smile. Still it didn't appear to garner too much attention from her caller. Harry I'm hot as hell Potter himself.
"Hey Harry. I was worried about you" she said, getting up from her chair in the mostly empty common room. Which was no surprise, it was actually coming up on lights out now. Then she smiled, "Hey Harry, fancy going to a party with me?"
"Sorry Ton- Sarah, I've already got a date."
Her face creased in annoyance, "Damn. Well, in that case... Who and where have you been?"
"I've been around, had a little control problem. Due to my power levels it was agreed I duck out for a while. Albus was supposed to tell everyone. Anyway, can I ask you something? In private?"
"Oh, yeah. Sure" Tonks said, though she hadn't missed he had not told her who had asked him successfully to the Party. It was probably as well; she would be tempted to hex the lucky little bitch otherwise. 'You're with Bill, You're with Bill' she chanted to herself.
He took her to a private little nook and silenced the area. "Tonks... Who is the Top three most wanted?"
"Volde, VD, The Dark Lord. He's number one. Rudolphus LeStrange, number two. Peter Pettigrew is Number Three, MacNair is number Four currently, but that one swaps around a lot as they find more Death Eaters Identities."
Harry nodded, looking weirded out. "It amazes me that Malfoy never gets on that list" he noted wryly. "Okay, if I said Bellatrix LeStrange what would you say?"
"I'd say... what are you on about?"
"Hmmm."
"As far as I know, Rudolphus never got married. The only Bellatrix I know is my Aunty Bella..." she shrugged.
"Right and her history is?"
"You should know she's one of your friends isn't she?"
"Pretend I've been hit in the head"
"Have you?"
"No, but pretend I have."
"Well, that's random... Okay... Bellatrix Black, my mothers' sister, Narcissa Black's sister as well. Cousin to Sirius Black. She was kicked out because she was tight with Sirius; she lived with my mum for a while before striking out on her own. Then she and Sirius kept in touch and all that. She dipped out of the magical world for a while, or at least we lost contact with her. She's nice enough, but sharp, quite strict; otherwise nice. She came back when Sirius got out of Azkaban. You made friends with her via Sirius and you've been fairly close since. She had no kids of her own. Apparently doesn't like them much... Not much to tell... Oh, she apparently worked as a curse breaker for a while. Particularly good with dark curses. But other than that I'm dry... sorry"
"Right..." Harry said looking totally freaked out now.
"Is there a problem with Aunty Bella?"
Harry wasn't at all weirded out by the concern in Tonks's voice, no, not at all... much. "No, no she's fine."
"Is she still hidden away wherever it is you hid her?" Tonks asked.
Harry nodded, "Yeah, she is... How do you know about that?"
"It's my job"
"Talking of job... I need you to contact your boss, and I'm not talking Dumbledore... Come to think of it, how are you off work so much?"
Tonks smirked; "I'm working your Security detail in school. Just in case Vo...Vol...The Dark Lord tries something in school again."
"Sweet. And if you can't call him Voldemort try Dick Face, or my personal fav at the moment is Fuck Face." Harry said.
Tonks guffawed a laugh. "I'll remember that. So what's this you want me to contact Amelia Bones about?"
Harry handed her a piece of parchment, "I've been told that is a Death Eater Training Camp. Can I trust your boss to deal with it? Or do I have to do it myself"
"Director Bones is not Fudge... She'll get it done."
"I could do with talking to her at some point. Can you set that up as well"?
Tonks nodded, looking at the piece of paper seriously, "I'd better Floo over and deliver this myself."
"Isn't it a bit late?" Harry asked.
Tonks shook her head; "Director Bones works late... Thanks Harry... Do I want to know who told you this?"
"I have to protect my source."
Tonks smirked, "Catch ya later luv." She said dropping a kiss on his cheek and then dashing off.
Harry dropped the privacy spell and leaned back on the wall. What had he gone and done? It was like she was getting off Scot-free. That didn't feel right to him, not right at all. As shocking as his time with her had been he felt she had a debt to pay... But how to get her to pay that debt, that was the question? He would have to work on that.