Chapter 14
Notes:
Harry/Amelia
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Madam Bones held the door to her office open. She waited for Harry to step inside before closing it. Harry took in the office. The furniture was classy and professional without being showy. It had an understated style to it that exuded competency.
"Take a seat." She said as she moved behind her desk.
There were two chairs facing her desk. The one behind it was of the same style, but slightly larger. Harry sat and waited for her.
"Mister Potter." She gave him a professional smile. "I received an anonymous letter about you." She paused, letting him know that she clearly knew who wrote the letter. "They are asking for my expertise on an interesting subject. The Bones Family has certain spells that only a few friends know about. From what the letter said, you're having some issues with Wild Magic."
Harry nodded.
"If you would allow me, I can take a look." Madam Bones said.
"Yes, thank you." Harry nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love to know what is going on."
Madam Bones drew her wand. She waved it in a complex pattern. Harry couldn't hear what she was saying, but her lips were moving.
"Oh." Madam Bones stopped.
"Oh?" Harry repeated.
"A person draws magic from their core." Madam Bone explained. "Each person has one. Think of magic like a river and each core is a bowl that a person uses to hold the water. The size varies from person to person, but it has a set limit. You can't use more magic than the core can hold."
She paused.
"Got it." Harry nodded.
"Your core doesn't seem to have a limit." Madam Bones continued. "You are standing in the middle of the river and your bowl keeps growing."
Harry laughed. "That doesn't sound like a bad thing."
"For you, no." Madam Bones shook her head. "But it is very bad for everyone around you."
Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Of course, it is. Please, continue."
"Anyone around you will soon find that not only is their core being depleted, but you will have more influence over their magic than they do themselves." Madam Bones explained. "You need to find a way to use the magic your core is gathering. Your core cannot absorb more if you're using the magic it contains."
"How do I do that?" Harry asked.
"Siri… the anonymous source mentioned it feels like a pressure building. Have you found a way to reduce the feeling?" She asked.
"Casting spells and charms only help take the edge off." Harry blushed.
"Anything else?" Madam Bones pressed.
"Sex." Harry tried not to look at her. "When I have sex, it eases a lot of the pressure. I'm not sure, but it seems like it is more effective if I… enjoy?... their company."
"It works better if you have a positive connection." Madam Bones nodded. "And if you don't?"
"It relieves more pressure than a couple of hours casting spells." Harry shrugged. "I don't know for sure, it's something I noticed but haven't been able to test further."
Madam Bones leaned back in her chair. She studied him long enough for Harry to start getting nervous.
"Regardless." She stood and moved beside him. "It's the best option."
Harry's mouth dropped open as she shrugged off her robes. Underneath she wore a tasteful black dress that mingled perfectly with the shade of the robe and obscured the shape of her body. They both jumped as the thick fabric burst into flames. It was quickly reduced to a pile of ash. Madam Bones raised her eyebrows at him.
"I…uh." Harry blushed. "You're gorgeous and the robe was hiding that."
"Thank you, Harry." She smiled at him. "That's while I wear it."
Harry's mouth went dry as she turned around and lifted up her hair.
"Would you unzip me?" Madam Bones asked.
"Yes, Madam Bones." Harry jumped to his feet faster than he had ever moved in his life.
"While we're in private, please call me Amelia." Her voice took on a smoky edge.
He was shaking, but years of experience as a Seeker kept his hands steady. The zipper lowered smoothly. His mouth went dry as each inch of her skin was exposed. In his previous sexual encounters Harry had been the one in control. In a matter of moments Amelia Bones had taken charge.
She turned around, letting her dress drop to the floor to reveal a matching set of sheer purple bra and panties. Amelia smiled as Harry stared open-mouthed at her.
"Now, Harry." She purred.
He shivered at the sounded of his name on her lips.
"Yes?" He managed to say.
"I need you." She paused. "To take these off."
Harry nodded. He slid a hand around her back, finding the latch, and unsnapping it. Harry carefully removed her bra, reverently unwrapping her amazing breasts. Amelia gasped as the air touched her exposed skin.
"Do you like my breasts, Harry?" Amelia pressed her arms together, lifting them up for closer inspection.
"Beautiful." Harry whispered.
"Do you want to give them a kiss?" She wiggled a little.
Harry nodded quickly.
"Go on." She cooed at him.
Harry leaned forward kissing one nipple and then the other. He circled each with the tip of his tongue. Amelia stroked the back of his head as his teeth pinched one nipple and then the other.
"Very good, Harry." She trailed a finger along his chin, tilting his face to look at her.
Her soft, luscious lips brushed against his. Amelia expertly undressed him while she pulled him into a deep, long kiss. Her tongue circled around his. Harry could barely think. It wasn't until she pushed him back into the chair he had just vacated that he realized he was completely nude. She had even managed to get his socks and shoes off.
"You forgot something, Harry." She slipped her fingers along the band of her panties.
Harry lunged forward, reaching out. He froze when she leaned back.
"No hands." Amelia smiled down at him.
He nodded. Harry bit the top band and began to work them down her legs. He lost concentration once her pussy was uncovered. A precisely trimmed triangle of a red bush guided his gaze to the tops of her lips. He was brought back to the moment when her finger stroked the side of his face.
Harry returned his attention to removing her panties. Finally, she stepped out of them. He straightened up, finding himself eye-level with her glorious bush.
"Have you ever licked a pussy, Harry?" Amelia smirked down at him.
Harry couldn't think of anything besides her intoxicating scent.
"Give it a try." She moved closer to him.
Harry traced his fingers along the inside of her thigh and up the heat of her damp lips. Amelia gasped as his fingers brushed over her clit. Harry placed a hand on her mound, increasing the pace as he rubbed his thumb in circles around her clit. A long, low moan left her lips as one of Harry's fingers slid into her pussy. His palm rested against her mound for a moment before he added another. He moved them in and out, gradually going deeper. Her hands gripped his shoulders as a sudden orgasm rocked her balance.
"That was wonderful, Harry." She cooed. "But that wasn't your tongue."
Wasting no more time, Harry replaced his fingers with his tongue. Amelia's hips rocked forward, driving his face deeper between her legs. One of her hands grabbed his shoulder while the other locked onto the back of the chair for support. He captured her clit with his lips, flicking it with his tongue. Amelia came hard, a torrent of fluid leaked out from between her legs. It covered his mouth and chin.
"Harry." She moaned.
Amelia released him, taking a step back. She reached down, stroking his shaft, looking at it for the first time. Harry's breath hitched as she swirled her fingers along the edge of his knob. She smiled at him.
"Lovely." Amelia leaned forward, nibbling his ear.
She straddled him on the chair. Amelia grabbed a fistful of his hair in each hand and pulled his mouth roughly against hers. Gone was the gentle, bewitching kiss from before. Her tongue danced with his as she ground her hips on him, sliding along his shaft.
Harry groaned as she pulled back. Amelia reached down, took him in her hand, and lined him up with her entrance. She gave him a predatory smile as she slowly sank down onto his thick shaft. Amelia's wet, hot pussy easily slid lower. Harry groaned as he bottomed out.
Amelia hummed in pleasure, enjoying the full sensation.
"Oh, fuck." Harry moaned.
"Are you ready?" She caressed his cheek, biting her lip as they locked eyes.
Harry nodded.
Starting slowly, she lifted up a couple of inches before easing back down, grinding her pelvis into his, and adding a thrill of pressure to her clit. Amelia leaned back, gaining speed with each thrust. Harry couldn't think anymore. His words came out in grunts and moans.
Amelia captured his lips in a kiss. She was breathing heavily when she pulled away. Harry thrust up into her. She cooed at as he reached deeper inside of her. He ran his hands along her spine before grabbing a handful of her surprisingly firm ass.
Their pace increased. Loud, rhythmic slaps came from their bodies, echoing around the room. Amelia riding him with wild abandon while Harry held on, lost in pleasure. Her arms and legs locked around him, holding him in place on the chair. She let out a shuddering moan as she pushed down onto him, rolling her hips and humping against him as he pussy shuddered around his cock.
Harry's hands moved to her hips. His grip tightened as he began to slam into her, harder and faster. His breathing grew erratic.
"Cum for me, Harry." Amelia whispered in his ear.
With one last thrust, he buried himself as deep into her as he could. Amelia continued to grind herself into him. She smiled as he felt him pulsing inside of her. Harry leaned his head forward, resting on her chest.
"Fuck." He groaned.
Amelia summoned her wand. She waved it around him in the complex motions as before.
"Much better." She kissed him on the top of the head.
Harry nodded. The bonfire had relaxed to a campfire.
"You'll need at least one of those a day." Amelia rose off of him, a torrent of cum trailed down her legs. "Possibly more if what you're saying about an emotional connection is correct."
Harry gave her a sly grin. "Same time tomorrow?"
"Cute." She smiled at him. "I'll send a letter along with Tonks to update everyone. We'll need to speak with Dumbledore as well."
Harry's mind cleared at that. "What?"
"Something needs to be arranged for your school year." Amelia replied.
"Oh." Harry blinked. "I…huh."
"The Potter Luck strikes again." Amelia smiled at him.
chapter 15
"Ready to go then?" Arthur asked as Harry stepped out into the lobby.
Harry nodded. Amelia stood beside him with a pleasant grin on her face. She handed a sealed parchment to Arthur.
"This is for Nymphadora." Amelia said sternly.
"I'll make sure she gets it." Arthur nodded.
"Thank you for you time, Harry." Amelia spoke professionally, but there was a smile in her eyes.
"Pleasure was mine." Harry felt his cheeks heating up.
Amelia Bones was a woman to be careful around. Not only was she incredibly powerful, but she also made him feel like a kid. Well, he was a kid, but she made him feel like a little kid with a crush. She was the hot teacher of his dreams, who also happened to be the sexy police officer who pulled you over for speeding.
Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. He followed Arthur back to the lobby. It took a bit of doing to get to the line-up of fireplaces.
"Go to the Burrow." Arthur said quietly. "Once we're there, I'll take you the rest of the way."
Harry nodded. He tossed a sprinkle of ash into the fireplace and stepped through. Luckily, there was no one there to see him tumble out the other side. Harry stood up and dusted himself off as Arthur stepped through. The man didn't even skip a step.
He hated magical transportation. He was the youngest seeker in years. He had ridden a hippogriff and outflown a dragon but traveling via floo was beyond him.
"Take my hand." Arthur held it out. "We're going to apparate the rest of the way."
"Ok." Harry said slowly.
He had heard of apparition before. It was teleportation, but with a different name. House Elves had their own version as well.
"Brace yourself." Arthur said.
Harry had just enough time to wonder what he meant before his world spun. His body felt like someone was trying to push his head through his bellybutton and succeeded. When the world returned to normal, Harry took a shuddering breath.
"You get used to it." Arthur patted him on the shoulder.
"I love magic." Harry groaned. "But that was horrible."
They were outside of Number Twelve at the end of the walk. The street behind them was obscured, but by what, Harry couldn't say.
"It's not as bad once you learn how to do it yourself." Arthur helped him stand upright.
"That's good to know." Harry grumbled. "Until then, I'll stick with my broom. Or the Night bus."
"There are many times when neither is an option." Arthur patted him on the shoulder. "I'm off to find Tonks. Madam Bones is not the type of woman you want to disappoint."
Harry chuckled. Next time they met he wasn't going to be so passive. He caught up with Arthur by the time he opened the door. Harry was quite tempted to ring the bell. The screaming portrait didn't bother him all that much.
In fact, he was in a wonderful mood.
He slipped his hand over as they walked into the house. His finger tapped the button, sending a deep chime through the hall. The portrait began to scream and curse. Somewhere down the hall Sirius started his own variation of things. The portrait was muffled by a thick curtain, but it was still impressively loud.
Sirius stormed out from the kitchen with a wand at the ready. A string of spells zipped through the air, connecting with the curtain. The portrait got quieter with each.
"What did I say about ringing that bell?" Sirius growled.
Harry gave him a wide smile. The scowl on Sirius' face melted away.
"Prat." Sirius shook his head.
"Amelia knew you were the anonymous contact." Harry said smoothly.
Sirius froze. "She did?"
Harry nodded.
"And she didn't slip a tracker on you?" Sirius waved a wand over him. "Did she question you about me?"
"No." Harry shook his head. "She looked me over. Not exactly how you asked."
Sirius studied him for a moment.
"No." A wicked smile crossed his face.
Harry nodded.
"I'm so proud." Sirius beamed. "You have no idea how long I've been after her." He shook his head. "Later, what did she say?"
"She said that my core is absorbing so much magic that I'm going to start draining people near me." Harry spoke in low tones. "That or I'm going to be able to control their magic. My brain is scrambled."
"I bet." Sirius chuckled. "What else did she say?"
"I need to find a way to use the magic I'm pulling in, or the draining-control stuff will happen." Harry explained.
"And the only way to do that is sex." Sirius actually sounded… serious. "That could be an issue."
"You're taking this better than I thought." Harry bumped his godfather on the shoulder.
"Under any other circumstances I'd say you were a genius for coming up with such a complex long game." Sirius sighed. "As it stands, I don't know how to help. I don't think Dumbledore would be open to the idea of sending a constant line-up of professionals to take care of you."
"Professionals?" Harry realized what he meant once the word left his mouth.
"Call Witches." Sirius replied offhandedly. "Prostitutes, really. High class, discreet, and worth every moment."
"You've got experience?" Harry smiled.
"Harry, my boy." Sirius clapped him on the shoulder. "A woman who plies her trade should be treated as a lady. It's one of the few lessons my old man taught me that is worth anything."
"Your dad taught you about prostitutes?" Harry said slowly.
"Pureblood traditions." Sirius replied. "Spend thousands of galleons to get the proper wife and then ignore her to spend thousands more for a professional."
The duo stood in silence for a bit. Harry wasn't sure what to say to that. He felt like he should apologize, but he didn't know how, or why. Sirius was lost in his thoughts. Maybe one of the few pleasant memories that he had of his father.
He could just see the photo in the album now: Dad and me at the bordello!
"Your grandfather wasn't the sort." Sirius said after a moment. "He respected the trade, but he didn't take James for a right-of-passage like mine did."
"Oh." Harry desperately looked around the room for something to talk about.
"This got awkward faster than I thought." Sirius chuckled. "Come on, everyone should be awake now. We can get in some dueling. Molly has been distracted all morning. She won't notice us missing until we're down there."
chapter 16
Dueling didn't help. They could actually see Sirius' spells lose power as they got closer to Harry. He was absorbing the magic to the point even the most powerful curses were nothing more than annoyances. It was like every spell sent his way was replacing the magic Madam Bones had managed to vent.
Sirius stopped; his face was covered in sweat. Harry, on the other hand, hadn't cast a single spell. His godfather pointed to one of the targeting dummies. He waved an exhausted hand.
Harry pointed his wand at one. "Reducto."
A wave of power tore through the line of dummies.
"How much power did you put in that?" Sirius gawked at the destruction.
"Not any more than usual." Harry shrugged.
"I'd love to see the look on Voldemort's face when he tries to go against you now." Sirius chuckled.
Harry nodded; a wry smile crossed his face. He looked down at his wand. With a sigh, he slid it back into the holster.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked.
"What do you mean?" Sirius cocked his head to the side.
"I was absorbing your spells." Harry continued. "Was I also absorbing your magic?"
"No." Sirius shook his head. "I still feel like me."
"Wotcher Siri, Harry." Tonks called as she strolled into the training room. "Fancy place you've got down here."
"Thanks." Sirius smiled. "What brings you down?"
"Madam Bones sent me some orders." Tonks winked at Harry.
"Right." Sirius smiled broadly. "I'll leave you two to it then."
Tonks waited until the door was shut before she moved closer.
"Bones says some interesting things in her letter." Tonks circled around Harry, looking him over. "I've got orders 'to facilitate your access to consenting witches for intimate activities' which is a fancy way of saying I've got to get you laid."
Harry blushed. "It's a long story."
"Something about your core absorbing magic at an 'alarming' rate and sex is the most efficient way to handle it." Tonks shrugged. "Short story, really. That true, or are you just looking for an excuse to shag a lot of birds?"
Harry laughed.
"Stand over there." Harry pointed to the other end of the dueling platform. "Cast some spells at me."
"You want to duel?" Tonks asked.
"No." Harry shook his head. "I want you to cast some spells at me."
Tonks shrugged. She hopped up on the platform. Her wand was out in a flash, she sent a simple leg-lock jinx his way. She smirked at him, just waiting for him to topple over. Her jaw dropped when the spell simply disappeared before it touched him.
Her posture shifted. The ever-present smile on her face vanished. She began to send more jinxes his way, chaining them together in hopes to slip something by him. The streaks of color disappeared before getting within arm's reach.
"How?" Tonks asked staring at him.
"We just discovered it when Sirius and I were training." Harry shook his head. "Even the curses he was throwing were hardly anything if they actually touched me."
Harry shivered, not realizing how much his magic was building.
"Are you alright?" Tonks moved closer to him.
"You and Sirius are pretty powerful." Harry let out a shaky chuckle. "Absorbing your spells has just about put me at my limit."
"Which means you're about to start tapping into wild magic until your core adjusts." Tonks said softly.
"Pardon?" Harry asked.
"Bones." Tonks explained. "She said that your use of wild magic is when your core adjusts. Once it's big enough to accommodate the new amount, it settles and begins absorbing again."
"Good to know." Harry sighed. "Not sure how that helps, but good to know."
"It means we need to make sure you don't get to the point where you use wild magic." Tonks stripped off her coat. "That way your core isn't forced to adjust."
She continued to remove her clothing as she got closer.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked through gritted teeth. It felt like something was pressing on the edges of his very being, trying to push beyond.
"Getting undressed." She rolled her eyes. "Why aren't you?"
"You're not going to buy me dinner first?" Harry let out a ragged laugh.
"Joke later." Tonks stepped out of her pants. "Strip now."
Harry admired her svelte body. She was built for speed and agility, which was funny considering how often she tripped over things. Her breasts were firm and compact, her stomach was tight and smooth, and her legs were sculpted muscle. She reminded him of the gymnasts he'd seen on TV during the Olympics.
He smiled when he saw the pink patch of hair between her legs.
Tonks didn't wait for him to finish he look. She expertly had his shirt off and his pants unbuttoned in a matter of moments.
"Step." Tonks ordered softly.
Harry did. It wasn't until she started to stroke his dick that he realized he was nude.
"We don't know enough to see if your feelings have an impact on the amount of magic you release." Tonks planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "I still want you to know, even before the letter from Bones, I was planning on jumping you."
Her lips trailed along his neck. She stroked in time with her kisses. Her fingers circled the edge of his crown as she pulled her lips away from his skin. Harry moaned at her touches.
"Later." She brushed her teeth against the sensitive skin on his neck. "We're going to take this nice and slow. Stretch it out until you're just begging to cum."
Harry shivered.
"Now." Tonks gripped his cock hard. "I'm going to need you to fuck me stupid."
Tonks turned around and dropped down to her knees. She leaned forward, crossing her arms to use them as a pillow. Tonks looked over her shoulder, wiggling her bum.
"Please, Harry." She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Please, fuck me."
Harry growled as he lunged at her. He pushed down into her. It was slow going, there wasn't nearly enough moisture. His magic responded on instinct. The shaft of his cock and her lips were covered in a warm liquid.
Tonks and Harry moaned in unison. He took that as a suggestion and began to rock his hips while still inside her. He increased the lengths of his strokes, pulling out slowly before pressing with the same speed back into her. The training room was filled with the sound of their bodies clapping.
Harry leaned forward, biting, and sucking hungrily down her back, leaving a wide swath of soon-to-be hickeys. He pushed his hips faster. Tonks tilted her head back and let out a long, high whine. Her voice shifted to a scream as her body began to buck harder back against him.
He slowed down, fucking her deep and hard as she orgasmed.
"I could get used to this." Tonks moaned.
"Not done yet." Harry gave her a feral smile before he began to hammer into her.
Harry squeezed her firm ass. Tonks moaned as his fingers trailed along her tailbone. A quick spank turned her moan into a squeak.
"Harry." She pouted, looking at him over her shoulder. "Be nice."
Harry spanked her again. She giggled. He turned his attention to finding his own release. She bucked under him again, letting out a loud moan. Tonks' orgasm rocked them both. Much too soon he felt himself getting close. The feeling of her cumming on his cock was too much. Harry slammed himself into her.
He gripped her hips, pulling her as close as he could. Harry groaned as he pumped her full of cum. He slowed his thrusts once the last bit of seed was out.
"Feel better?" Tonks cooed.
Harry nodded.
chapter 17
Perks of Knowing a Metamorphmagus
Notes:
M/F Smut
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
"You know." Tonks began to get dressed. "With my abilities, we can have some fun."
"How so?" Harry asked getting dressed as well.
Harry watched as she shifted into an older version of Hermione. Then her form swapped to that of Ginny, also older, before returning to her original shape.
"Wow." Harry gasped. "That's amazing."
"I can do pretty much anyone." Tonks wiggled her eyebrows at him.
"Just the older versions?" Harry asked.
"No, I was just showing off." Tonks shook her head. "It would take a little more time to get the details right. It sounds gross, but I can perfectly replicate anyone I've swapped fluids with. Really, I can take a drink from their cup to get what I need, but that can still be gross."
"Even guys?" Harry asked.
"It takes longer, but yeah." Tonks nodded. "The dick works too, no cum though." She paused. "There are limits. I'm not a shapeshifter, I can only work with what I've got. So, humanoid with a range of half a foot in height. Anything more than that hurts, and I can't hold it for long."
"You wouldn't mind if I asked you to change to someone else?" Harry asked slowly.
"If we were in a relationship, maybe." Tonks bobbed her head. "We're just having fun, so let's have fun. We could roleplay a little too."
"Can you change your skin color too?" Harry asked.
"Of course." Tonks scoffed. Her skin swapped from the natural ranges before slipping into a few that weren't.
"That's impressive." Harry nodded. "Glad you're on my side."
"Of course." Tonks winked at me. "After the orgasms you just gave me, I think we can be friends."
Harry chuckled.
"I'm going to head back upstairs." Tonks finished getting dressed. "I need a shower."
"Want some company?" Harry gave her a roguish smile.
"Maybe later." Tonks winked at him. "You could use one too."
Harry sniffed himself. He smelled like sex and sweat.
"True." Harry nodded.
The two of them headed back upstairs. Tonks went to the bathroom on the second floor. Harry head to his room. He was glad to have his own private bath attached. The charms on the pipes were still running strong, despite the years of neglect.
A hot shower was a glorious thing. He enjoyed the heat and let his mind drift. Harry wondered how long the place had been empty until Sirius returned. Now it was stuffed with Weasleys and the Order. The house needed a good scrubbing.
He stepped out of the shower, thinking about how house elves were acquired when he saw one digging through his bags.
"Hey." Harry snapped. "Get out of my stuff."
"Half-blood orders Kreacher." The elf muttered.
The elf froze, staring at him. It stumbled a few steps toward him before dropping to its knees.
"Please forgive Kreacher, Numen." The elf wailed. "Kreacher did not know."
Harry stared at the elf. He sighed and shook his head. It was always something.
"Leave my stuff alone." Harry ordered. "And clean this place up."
"Right away, Numen. Kreacher obey." The elf disappeared with a pop.
"Numen." Harry repeated. "I'll have to look that one up."
Harry headed over to his trunk and started to go through his clothes. He was interrupted by a knock at his door. Still dressed in a towel, he answered it to find Hermione.
"Tonks was called away on an assignment." Hermione's eyes roamed his body.
Harry took a moment to study her. Her hair was wet fresh from a shower. She was wearing a pair of jeans that were worn on the knees and her shirt had some logo on it he didn't recognize. He smiled. Tonks had outdone herself. A bit of roleplay indeed.
"Oh?" Harry opened the door wider, wordlessly inviting her inside. "Did she say any more?"
"It's about the conversation you had with Bones." Hermione/Tonks stepped into the room.
Harry closed the door behind her. He headed back over to his open trunk. Hermione hovered behind him for a moment before coming to sit on the side of the bed. Harry focused on setting out a new outfit.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.
Harry turned to look at her, giving her a hungry gaze. He dropped his towel. Hermione gasped as she took in his naked form. He slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her close. Harry locked his lips on her neck, his teeth grazed her skin. If she could make her hickeys vanish then he wasn't going to hold back.
Hermione moaned, her fingers running through his hair.
"Harry." She whimpered.
He gripped her ass, lifting her up off her feet, and spinning to drop her on the bed. She looked up at him in shock.
"What are you doing?" Her voice shivered.
"First." Harry ran a finger down the front of her pants. They unbuttoned and the zipper followed his motion. "I'm going to strip you naked."
Harry grabbed the top of her pants, making sure to get her panties as well, and yanked them down below her knees. She squeaked at the sudden motion. Harry ran his fingers through her curly bush. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss just above the hair.
Hermione shivered at the soft touch.
"Then, I'm going to do something I've wanted to do for years." Harry finished removing her pants.
"Years?" Hermione whispered.
"Years." He repeated. "Sit up and raise your arms."
She did. Harry deftly removed her top. He nibbled and kissed her body, keeping his attention just below the edge of her shirt. Progress stopped, once it was over her head, and so were her arms. A simple white bra held her delectable breasts. Hermione's nipples were just about visible through the thin fabric.
Hermione rewarded him was a long, moan as he ran the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. They perked up under his touch. He slid a hand around, finding the clasp, it opened at his touch. Just like her pants. With the bra unlatched and bundled together with her shirt, he stripped the rest of her naked. Harry licked her harden light-pink nipples. Moving from one to the other.
"Kiss me." Hermione begged. "Please, kiss me."
Harry placed a gentle kiss on her nipple.
"Not there." She moaned.
Harry kissed the other.
"Harry." Hermione whined.
It sounded almost exactly like her. Damn, Tonks was good.
Harry kissed her. It was quick, nothing more than a peck. She pouted. They kissed again, deeper this time. His tongue darted out, tentatively touching hers. Hermione sighed as they parted.
"Harry." She whispered.
He rested his forehead on hers.
"Gentle or rough? " Harry whispered back.
"Gentle." Hermione blushed.
Harry reached down, drifting a finger along her slit. He smiled at the sheer amount of wetness waiting for him. Taking his cock in his hand, he slid the crown along her pussy. After a few passes he pressed down, finding her entrance.
Hermione leaned her down, trying to get a better view. Harry straightened up to assist. The movement also helped push him deeper inside. She moaned as the tip of his cock hit her limit with another couple of inches of his shaft untouched.
"Not your first time?" Harry asked.
She shook her head.
"Who?" Harry pulled back slowly.
"Krum." She whimpered. "Yule Ball."
Thank Merlin that Tonks hadn't said Ron. Krum was believable enough.
"How was he?" Harry pushed back in just as slow.
"Fast." Hermione gasped.
"Did he stretch you like this?" Harry added a firm thrust as he reached her limit.
Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She shook her head. Hermione hugged him tightly.
"Did he cum inside you?" Harry began to speed up.
She shook her head again.
"Good." He growled.
Harry leaned down, capturing her lips in a hard kiss. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet him. Harry lifted her ass of the bed, arching her back, and allowing him to reach even deeper. Rational thought was replaced by furious rutting.
Hermione's fingers dug into his back. She could feel liquid pouring from her cunt as it desperately tried to milk his thrusting cock. A long, formless scream erupted from her as pussy clamped down on him. It turned into a rough moan as she spasmed around him. Her body shook as a she felt a pulsing warmth fill her body. It took a few seconds before her brain registered that he was cumming deep within her. Once she was filled, Harry placed a kiss on her forehead.
Harry pulled out of her, admiring the stream of cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. He settled in beside her, stroking her smooth stomach. Hermione rolled over to him, nuzzling his neck. He sighed in contentment; the bonfire was down to smoldering ashes.
That was once in the morning with Madam Bones, once with Tonks in the training area, and once more with her here. Three times to bring him to a safe-ish level. He would have to pay attention to see how long it took to build up again.
"Hey, Harry." Tonks called as she stepped into the room. "Just talked to Bones-"
Tonks came to a halt, which meant she tripped a bit before catching herself on a chair. Harry and Hermione sat up in bed. He looked from Tonks to Tonks as Hermione a few times before the thought actually processed what was happening.
Hermione, the real Hermione, squeaked in shock and started to gather up her clothes. She pulled her shirt on before rushing out of the room. A moment later they heard a bedroom door slam.
"Have a good shower?" Tonks asked with a wry smile.
chapter 18
Not Awkward at All
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Hermione sat next to him at the table looking down at her plate. She wouldn't meet his eyes. It didn't help that Tonks kept winking at her. Harry sighed and shook his head. This was certainly a development. He had to explain to Hermione what was going on. How sex was the most efficient way to keep his magic from growing too fast. That he needed it at least three times a day.
Even that number wasn't solid. It had been three times before noon that had eased things to a manageable level. Was it three times in the morning then another three in the evening?
Being around magic, especially having it directed at him, sped things up drastically. Until the duels he was at a decent balance. Meaning all he had to do was avoid any sort of incoming magic, keep the pressure under constant vigilance, and have the option of a sexual outlet when things got out of hand. Which was totally possible considering he was going back to Hogwarts in the next few days. A school full of magic and spells just bouncing around everywhere.
Harry looked down at his wrist. On his left hand, opposite the wand holster, was a thick silver band covered in an intricate pattern of runes made of gold threads. It looked like a fancy wristwatch, except the clockface was replaced with a thin, circular diamond.
Amelia Bones had contacted an Unspeakable. They were now aware of Harry's condition and were working to bring it under control. The current idea was to make something that would constantly drain the building magic either by funneling into a vessel of some sort or shift it back to ambient. Both needed time to develop. Right now, the fancy watch was a monitor. The diamond would change color when the magical buildup was in need of release.
Currently it was a steady green, which meant it was within acceptable levels. The ultimate goal was getting it to the natural clarity of the diamond. Yellow was not good. Red was the worst, meaning that he was going to tap into some powerful wild magic. This was how he managed to talk to Hedwig and turn that woman into an actual toad. There still hadn't been any mention of a ministry employee becoming a toad.
Harry found that silent, wandless casting was easy for him now. Using it helped ease the pressure just a bit. It was better than casting spells with his wand, but not enough to make a big difference. He would need to let loose to help at all.
A thought popped into his head. He hadn't tried rubbing one out. If sex helped, then masturbation should do something as well.
Harry stood from the table and hurried up to his room without a word. He was vaguely aware of raised voices, but this was more important.
It wasn't until he was in his room that he realized someone had followed him. He turned around to see Tonks shut the door.
"So." Tonks drew the word out. "How are things?"
Harry stared at her. She was practically bouncing.
"How was it?" Tonks asked. "Did you think she was me? Did you make her scream? Did you blow you? What about anal?"
"Calm down, Tonks." Harry sighed. "Yes, I thought she was you. We were talking about role-playing and turning into other girls. You said you were going to take a shower. She comes in with wet hair, talking about how you were called in to do something with the new assignment. That and her clothes are different than she usually wears. It made sense."
"And the screaming?" Tonks prodded.
"There was screaming." Harry held up a hand. "I'm not going into any more details."
"Fine." She pouted. "Aside from the charm bracelet-"
"Watch." Harry corrected.
"Charm bracelet." Tonks continued. "Bones is still in talks with Dumbles to get things in place for you."
"Joy of joys." Harry flopped back onto his bed.
"What were you doing anyway?" Tonks joined him on the bed, bouncing a bit to get a feel for it. "You were in your own little world and then you rushed off. Should have seen your girlfriends face."
"She's not my girlfriend." Harry covered his face with a pillow.
"You should tell her that." Tonks tried to pull the pillow away.
"I'm going to have to have sex like ten times a day." Harry held it in place. "That's way too much for one girl, which isn't fair to ask anyone to be fine with. Want to be my girlfriend? By the way, I'm going to be shagging ten other girls and everyone is going to know within the first couple hours of the year."
"Ten girls?" Tonks let out a low whistle. "That's quite a line-up. How'd you reach that number?"
"It took three times this morning to calm things down." Harry replied.
"One with me, another with Hermione." Tonks thought for a moment. "Tell me you didn't shag my boss."
"I didn't shag your boss." Harry said. "She shagged me."
"Sweet Merlin's Nipples." Tonks breathed out. She flopped back onto bed next to him. "Plan for now is for me to follow you to Hogwarts. Officially, I'm the new Defense assistant professor. Fudge was pushing for a Ministry employee to take the position, but Bones was able to tack one of hers on too."
"Assistant?" Harry asked. "Who's going to be the professor?"
"No clue. Fudge wasn't happy but agreed. We all know he's doing it so he can slip more of his people in the department." Tonks shrugged. "I don't mind. I'm getting paid to teach and be an auror on assignment."
"That sounds complicated." Harry muttered.
"That's politics." Tonks shrugged. "Why were you up here?"
"I got to thinking-"
"That's dangerous." Tonks cut in.
"I got to thinking." Harry continued. "If sex helps, then masturbation should too."
It was easier to talk about these things with Tonks. Having a pillow covering his face helped as well. She wasn't able to see him blush.
"You were coming up here to flog the Bishop?" Tonks asked. "Not a bad idea. Don't let me stop you."
"That's not how this works." Harry sat up. "You can't be here while I do it."
"Why not?" Tonks looked up at him.
Harry tried to think of an answer.
"Well?" Tonks was smiling now.
"It's private." Harry offered.
"Sometimes." Tonks wiggled her eyebrows at him.
"If I have to do it at Hogwarts." Harry looked away. "Then I'm not going to have anyone with me."
"True." Tonks nodded. "Get to it."
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Harry asked.
"Like at your charm bracelet." Tonks pointed at his wrist.
He did. "It's green."
"Exactly." Tonks said.
"What?" Harry cocked his head to the side.
"How can you figure out how good it works if you're already in the clear?" Tonks asked. "Polishing your knob now would just be for the fun of it."
Harry sighed. He flopped back on the bed.
"Aw." Tonks looked over at him. "Nothing? First, I miss you playing naughty professor and now I don't get a show?"
"Naughty professor?" Harry asked.
"Please, Professor Potter." Tonks grew out her hair then twirled it around her finger. "I'll do anything for extra credit."
Harry covered his face with the pillow again.
Chapter 19: Conversation with Tonks
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Harry and Tonks spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out together. They talked about her time at school, Auror training, and her parents. She knew a lot about how the magical world worked through practical experience. Tonks picked up on him not wanting to talk about his life, so she kept to safe topics. He told her about his favorite classes, the various ways he caught a snitch, and his previously nonexistent love life. She found his encounters with Malfoy hilarious.
After a bit, they simply hung out. Enjoying being together. Like two old friends finally catching up.
"We should come up with a code word or something." Harry said. "That way I don't accidentally shagging someone I think is you."
"Accidentally." Tonks snorted.
"I will hex you." Harry warned.
"It's a good idea." Tonks said after a moment. "It would need to be something you say to me, or whoever you think is me, and only the real me would have the counter-sign. It would also need to be something that won't be said in normal conversation."
"It had a chicken head with duck feet." Harry said. "Then you say, it had a woman's face too."
Tonks stared at him for a long, silent moment. She shrugged.
"That works." Her eyes dropped. "You're yellow."
Harry looked at his watch. It was indeed yellow.
"Three times this morning lasted until the evening." Harry said.
Tonks stood up and stretched. She headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Harry propped himself on his elbows.
"Didn't you want to polish your broom?" Tonks asked.
"Right." Harry rolled his eyes.
Tonks waited for a moment. Harry didn't move from his spot on the bed. He dropped back onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.
"I know you've got this wild magic thing going on, but I don't think that's how you do it." Tonks chuckled.
"Eh." Harry shrugged. "I'm not really in the mood."
Tonks walked back over to him. She sat on the bed beside him.
"Hey." She leaned over to look in in the eyes. "I know it's weird, but it is a good idea."
"Yeah." Harry sighed. "It's just." He shrugged. "I don't even know."
"Can I help?" Tonks asked.
"Help how?" Harry asked.
"Well." Tonks gave him a sly grin. "We know sex works, but there are more options."
Harry's words were stopped when he felt her hand rubbing down his chest. His breath caught as she unbuttoned his pants then worked the zipper down.
"Lift up." Tonks leaned over, whispering in his ear.
Harry shivered and followed directions. She pushed his pants down to mid-thigh. Her fingers walked back up toward his crotch, playfully approaching his slumbering pole. Tonks straddled him. She smiled down at him as she freed his member from his boxers.
"We need to test how this works too." Tonks said seriously as she began to stroke him.
One hand shifted lower, caressing his sack. She cradled one testicle before moving on to the other. Her fingers circled around each one before reaching deeper. Harry sucked in a tight breath as her fingertips touched a spot just beyond his sack.
Tonks began to stroke him, slow and firm. Every other stroke she took a moment to caress the rim around his cockhead. All the while she teased the spot with her other hand.
Harry locked eyes with her. The smoldering want that looked back at him made him shudder.
"I would love to ride you right now." Tonks purred. "But this is important research."
Harry nodded. Her strokes increased in speed.
"Tonks." Harry moaned.
She clicked her tongue. "Professor Tonks."
Harry shivered.
"You like that?" Tonks paused her strokes while she kept her grip firm. "How many other professors do you want to stroke you off?"
Harry's words came out in a jumbled mess.
"Sinistra, of course. I bet you love to watch her bending over and looking through her telescope. " Tonks began to stroke again, her pace slow once more. "Vector, obviously. Do you have a class with her? What about Burbage? She's a hottie but hides it well. Babbling too, sweet, sexy, and kinky."
Harry groaned as she went down the list.
"Those are the obvious ones." Tonks giggled. "When you get back to school you're going to get hard every time you look at a professor."
Her strokes increased again; her other hand began to caress his balls again.
"Pince, the librarian." Tonks continued. "Not much up top, but she has a fine ass."
Harry moaned.
"Want to know a secret?" Tonks whispered.
Harry nodded.
"She loves a couple of fingers in her ass while you lick her cunt." Tonks stopped stroking him, squeezing him hard to prevent any release.
"So close." Harry whimpered.
"I know." She wiggled her eyebrows. "I'm not done yet."
"Who else?" Harry said through deep breaths.
"Trelawny." Tonks grinned at him. "Every Sunday night she goes sky clad while she drinks special tea."
Harry couldn't help it. His balls tightened. Tonks cooed as he shot high into the air. Harry went limp. He felt Tonks shift on the bed followed by something soft cleaning him up. He was vaguely aware that she was using one of his new shirts.
"Can't use cleaning charms." Tonks stated. "Casting magic on you would defeat the purpose."
Harry nodded. His mind was beginning to clear again. Tonks tucked his slowly softening cock back in his pants. She settled down beside him on the bed.
"It's green." Tonks lifted his arm up to study the watch. "Looks like we can do this again."
"Thank you, professor." Harry smiled up at her.
"Ten points to Gryffindor." She kissed him, a quick peck.
Harry smiled at her. "That was amazing."
Tonks preened under the praise. Her eyes dropped down to his semi-hard cock.
"It will be dinner soon." She said. "I don't think you want to go walking around like that."
"Not sure how to speed it along." Harry shrugged. "I'm spent. How in Merlin's name did you do that? I'm not this tired after sex."
"It's a blessing and a curse." Tonks sighed dramatically. She leaned in, her breath tickling his ear. "Ever wondered what McGonagall has under her robes?"
Harry flinched. Tonks giggled. Her laughter stopped when she released, he was actually getting harder.
"My, my Mister Potter." Tonks looked over at him. "That's a surprise."
Harry blushed.
"Hey." Tonks kissed him on the cheek. "None of that. I can see it. You should hear some of the names on my list."
"What list?" Harry asked.
"You know." She mimed stroking his cock. "The people you think about when you're taking things into your own hands."
"You know one of mine." Harry whispered. "It's only fair."
"Lupin." Tonks sighed.
"Remus?" Harry scrunched up his nose. "How's that embarrassing?"
"On the full moon." She added.
Harry blinked, letting the thought sink in.
"What does a female werewolf look like?" Harry asked. "I can't get it out of my head."
Tonks cackled.
Chapter 20: Anyone Get That Reference?
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Dinner passed without issue. There wasn't an Order meeting, so things were rather dull. Harry went to bed. When he woke up Tonks had joined him at some point in the night. His watch was still green, which he had mixed feelings about. He would have loved to start the day with another stroke from Tonks.
Hermione had been acting weird since they had hooked up. Harry was too, but he didn't want to admit it. She hadn't said anything about them possibly dating, or doing it again, so he just let it be.
It did make meals a little awkward. The next morning the group gathered around the table with Hermione avoiding looking at him and Ginny trying to undress him with her eyes. Tonks was having a grand time watching them.
"I'm going to be staying with Harry." Tonks announced before tucking in.
"Certainly not." Molly snapped.
"It's not a problem." Sirius spoke up.
"It's not proper." Molly argued.
"Mrs. Weasley." Harry met her eyes, giving her a sly smile. "If you'd like we can discuss this in private."
Molly blanched at the offer. She shook her head and went back to cooking. Sirius shot him a confused look that melted away into shock. Tonks was practically bouncing in her chair.
"I get my own room." Ron sounded almost in awe.
"That you do, mate." Harry smiled at him.
"Are you two dating?" Ginny asked studying Tonks.
Tonks shook her head. "I'm on special assignment from Bones herself."
"And that means you have to stay in the room with Harry?" Ginny pressed.
"Gin." Harry kept his voice even. "Before Voldemort came back, my scar would hurt when he was near. I had strange dreams that turned out to be connected to him. Now that he's back, we don't know what will happen. If the head of the DMLE wants Tonks to watch me sleep, she must have a reason."
Hermione choked on her drink.
"Well said, pup." Sirius smiled. "Amelia knows what she's doing."
Tonks tapped him on the forearm. He looked to her, she motioned to his wrist. The watch had streaks of yellow in it. It had been green when he woke up, which was bit of a shock, and had stayed steady until now. Harry hoped that meant that he was adjusting to the ambient level of magic around him. He wasn't sure how they'd manage three times before lunch at Hogwarts.
"We should head downstairs to do some training." Tonks said.
Harry wondered if that was code for something. She stepped away from the table and made to leave.
"Come along, Potter." Tonks paused at the door.
"Be right there, Nymphadora." Harry teased.
Tonks had her wand out and sent a stinging hex at him with practiced ease. It faded before it could touch him. Her glare shifted to a wince when she noticed the watch turn a to a solid shade of yellow. Luckily, she had aimed it at his foot, which was still blocked by the table.
"I had to." Harry shrugged.
Tonks led the way downstairs. Oddly enough, Sirius was right behind them.
"I didn't know you wanted to watch." Harry stole a look at his godfather.
Sirius chuckled.
"We talked last night." Tonks spoke up. "We need to work on regulating your spell power. Even if using your magic doesn't help all that much, you still have to safely use it."
"I don't know." Sirius said thoughtfully. "I might be able to offer some tips if you want."
Harry stumbled a step. Sirius giggled.
"Didn't realize you were that type of Pureblood." Harry glared at him.
"We've only got a couple of days before the school year starts." Tonks spoke in a series tone, for once. "For the start, only you will be using magic. The mutt and I will just watch for now. Can't use the moving targets since they're magic too. Once you get the hang of that we'll start introducing external magic."
Harry didn't move. Neither did Sirius.
"What?" She asked looking from one to the other.
"I've never seen you like this." Harry shook his head.
"I'm not a total goof." Tonks rolled her eyes. "Get started, we'll start small. Nothing beyond first year." Tonks pulled a chair over to an empty space before him. "Lift it."
Harry flicked and swished his wand. The chair smashed into ceiling, reducing it to splinters before he even got the words out. He quickly contained the flying debris in a dome. Harry released the spell, only for the chunks to reform before settling back in place.
"The furniture is self-repairing?" Tonks asked Sirius.
"No." Sirius shook his head.
"Okay." Tonks sighed. "Try again, this time concentrate on how it feels when you're casting."
Harry did as instructed. The chair shattered and reformed once again.
"Well?" Tonks asked. "How did it feel?"
"It's like my magic is pressurized." Harry scrunched up his face in thought. "Like to moment it has an opening the full force just goes for it."
"Hm." Tonks started to mumble to herself.
Sirius and Harry watched. She didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.
"Molly?" Sirius asked.
Harry avoided looking at his godfather.
"Harry." Sirius gawked at him. "She is a married woman. Your friends mum too."
"It just kind of happened." Harry shrugged.
"When?" He asked.
"Remember when I asked if you could talk to Hestia?" Harry asked.
Sirius nodded.
"She came up and started to lecture me." Harry continued. "She didn't ask me why I needed your help, or anything like that. Just started to give me grief. I needed an outlet, and she was there." Harry paused. "She seemed pretty into it too." He shook his head. "So was Hermione."
"Hermione too?" Sirius patted him on the shoulder. "Good on you, pup."
Harry rolled his eyes. Sirius laughed.
"Maybe it's like the Veela thing?" Harry continued. "An allure, right? That could be why women have wanted me."
"Again." Sirius shook his head. "Not my area of expertise. I do have some experience with Veela."
Harry gave him a flat look.
"I'll spare you the details." Sirius laughed.
"Thank you." Harry actually meant it.
"Listen, pup." Sirius' smile melted from mischief into a gentle, caring one. "Harry. You're a handsome chap. Not only that, but you've got a natural way with people. I'm shocked you didn't have a troupe of ladies when I saw you a couple of years ago."
"Breaks over." Tonks moved closer to them.
"I'm ready." Harry nodded.
"If we think about your magic like water under pressure, then narrowing your attention is only going to make it worse." Tonks spoke in a firm tone. "I want you to try again. This time, I want you focus on lifting the chair like you would without magic."
"I think I know what you mean." Harry turned once more to face the chair.
Harry raised his wand, visualizing picking up the chair with his hands. "Wing-"
The chair launched into the air. This time the frame shattered rather than the entire thing exploding.
"Nice job." Tonks clapped. "We're on the right track. Again, this time, instead of you lifting it, picture an elevator rising it."
That was an utter failure. The chair was slammed against the ceiling, flattening it. A few more tries and they stumbled upon the water imagery. Visualizing it being lifted by a fluid worked well enough. This method resulted in the chair being broken into chunks.
Spreading the spell out wider worked on slowing it down even more. The hard part was keeping his focus on only lifting the chair. Levitating everything in the room was easy with his magic spread out enough to keep the chair intact.
Harry was surprised to see the changes in Tonks once she went into teaching mode. She slipped a bit of humor in every now and then, but for the most part she was focused. Time passed at a shocking speed. Lunch was ready, and everyone was waiting, before Harry realized it.
Once he took a spot at the table, he looked at his watch. Working with his magic steadily for a few hours had managed to make a couple streaks of green appear. They quickly disappeared. The minor magic being used in the kitchen banished the green, returning the watch to a solid yellow.
"There's going to be an Order meeting after lunch." Molly said.
She gave her kids a stern look, letting them know there would be no arguing. Her gaze flicked to Harry before finding something else to keep her attention.
"Head back down and keep up the training." Tonks gave Harry a nod. "We'll pick it up after the meeting."
Harry nodded.
"What type of training are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Boring stuff." Harry replied.
Tonks stuck her tongue out at him.
"Can't be worse than cleaning." Ron muttered.
"You're using magic?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah." Harry nodded.
"But students aren't allowed to use magic outside of school." Hermione sounded like her old self. "The ministry already tried to get you expelled for Underage Magic."
"They can't tell who's using magic here." Sirius explained. "There are too many enchanted items and charms in the house for them to sort it out. Not to mention the wards."
"Then why are we cleaning by hand?" Ron spoke up.
"That isn't fair." Hermione said at the same time. "If I so much as cast a summoning charm at home I get a warning."
"You've gotten a warning?" Harry asked.
"That's not the point." Hermione blushed.
"Yeah." Tonks shrugged. "Same with Diagon Alley, or any manor for that matter."
Hermione fumed. Her attention turned to her lunch, her fork and knife clattering loudly with her plate.
"Easy." Harry soothed. "The roast beef didn't do anything to you."
Hermione glared at him. He smiled at her. This interaction with Hermione was a vast improvement over the last day.
"Finish up." Molly said. "The Order will be arriving soon."
Harry finished up and set his plate in the sink. He headed back downstairs. It wasn't until he heard the door lock that he realized he wasn't alone. He could actually feel spells being cast at the top of the stairs.
He waited for whoever it was to join him. Hermione arrived a moment later. At least, it looked like her.
"It had a chicken head with duck feet." He spoke.
"What?" Hermione froze. "Are you talking about dinner? Do wizards eat chicken heads? I think Mrs. Weasley is making turkey."
"Don't worry about it." Harry shook his head. "What's up?"
Hermione took in the room. She circled around, checking out the target area, and the dueling platform. She sat in the chair that Harry had spent the last few hours turning into kindling. It held, which he didn't expect.
"You're having sex with Tonks?" She gave him a shy smile.
"What makes you say that?" Harry tried to school his expression.
"She said she was on a special assignment." Hermione answered. "And you've been spending a lot of time with her."
"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." Harry countered.
He summoned a chair and took a seat across from her. Hermione raised an eyebrow at the casual use of magic.
"You don't deny it?" She asked.
"Why would I?" Harry asked in turn.
"I wasn't sure you would." Hermione studied him for a moment. "When we were together it didn't feel like it was your first time."
"I think that's a compliment." Harry smiled.
"It is." Hermione blushed and nodded. "Was it your first time?"
"No." Harry shook his head. "I'm not going to give any more details than that."
They fell into an oddly tense silence.
"We need to talk about what happened." Hermione spoke softly.
Harry sighed. He ran a hand along his face.
"I'll start from the beginning." Harry leaned back in the chair.
He told her about the dementor attack and how he felt after. The names and details of his hook-ups were left vague, but he told her about all of them. He doubted that she would ever meet either of the muggle girls, it was the principal of thing. There were a couple he couldn't avoid, Tonks being obvious, and Madam Bones being the other.
"And this." He held up the watch. "Monitors my levels. Green is good. Yellow is caution. Red is danger."
Hermione studied him for a long moment. There was something in her eyes that he didn't recognize.
"We only had sex because you thought I was Tonks?" She finally asked.
Harry flinched.
"No." He shook his head. "I didn't hold back because I thought you were Tonks."
"When you said it." Hermione said. "Did you mean me or her?"
"Said what?" Harry asked.
"You wanted to do this for years." She blushed.
"You." Harry felt his cheeks heat up.
Hermione was out of her chair and in front of him before he knew it. She captured his lips into a deep kiss.
"Don't do that again." Hermione looked him in the eyes.
"What?" His head was spinning. "Kiss you?"
"You don't have sex with Tonks as me." She straightened. "If you want to have sex with me, you come to me. Got it?"
Harry nodded. He watched in wonder as she strode across the room. A moment later he heard the door open at the top of the stairs.
"What the hell just happened?" Harry muttered.