Chapter 10: A Favour For GrangerChapter TextChapter 9: A Favour For Granger
Harry had never put much stock in the whole concept of religion. Growing up, the Dursleys had been avid churchgoers, not that they were particularly spiritual mind you. Moreso they were always prepared to put on a show of a pious and genial family to their neighbours every Sunday whilst Harry was left locked away in his cupboard. When he eventually learned the truth about magic, religion had been shoved even further out of his mind while he took in this whole new world of wonder and impossibility. Wizards certainly never attended mass or built temples to a pantheon of differing deities so he had never truly ever given it a thought.
That being said, he most definitely felt there had to be a god or goddess out there somewhere smiling down at him at that very moment. For how else could one explain his incredible luck- what with an incredibly sexy older witch frantically bouncing on his cock like her life depended on it.
"Oh fuck yes! Oh your big fucking c-cock is tearing my p-p-pussy apart!" Rosmerta squealed. The buxom barmaid spasmed atop him with every bounce of her wide shapely arse. She moaned deeply, spreading her legs wide while her pussy stretched around his cock. Harry grunted in response, using his thumb to rub the slutty witch's clit while his other hand was planted firmly on one of her large jiggling breasts.
Rosmerta cried out as her body was attacked with yet another intense climax. Harry could feel as her inner walls clamped around him like a vice. The sensations caused by her quivering quim was enough to have him on the brink of erupting. The only thing stopping him was his sheer will to keep going as long as possible, not wanting his night with the buxom barmaid to end anytime soon.
"OH DEAR MORGANA!" Rosmerta wailed as her pussy spasmed even more, convulsing and weeping with her climax. Her juices coated Harry's groin in a thick wet sheen, only adding to the pure pornographic sounds emanating from their joined sexes. He grunted as a particularly wonderful spasm of Rosie's cunt nearly sent him over the edge. Whether Rosmerta knew of his impending orgasm, or it was just pure happenstance, the barmaid suddenly began to bounce even faster on his cock.
Harry cursed under his breath and grabbed the shapely woman's hips tightly. Her increased pace was sending mind-numbingly pleasure up his spine. The fluttering of her walls seemed to almost hypnotise him, driving his hips to move of their own accord. Soon enough he was meeting her thrust for thrust, driving his towering erection into her fluttering core. With every gasp and moan that left her lips, Harry felt a primal urge to make them louder.
All too soon he could feel his control slipping. Her velvety pussy was proving too much, undoing his resolve with every bounce of her voluptuous arse. Mind clouded with lust, Harry let his instincts take over. Wrapping his arms around the moaning witch's waist, he quickly rolled her over onto her back, keeping his hips moving and thrusting his thick cock deep within her quivering cunt. Within moments the sheets beneath them were soaked with Rosmerta's pussy juices, the woman seeming to almost fall from one climax right into the next.
Finally, Harry felt it. The release of pressure and flood of endorphins through his brain as he tipped over the edge. His cock swelled inside of her a moment before a torrent of cum hosed her depths. His hips jerked forward, driving his pulsating length deeper into her core as he filled her. Rosmerta cooed into his ear before pushing her tongue deep inside his mouth while he finished painting her inner walls with cum.
It was minutes later when he finally found the strength to roll off the top of her, still working to catch his breath as both he and Rosmerta came down from their respective highs.
"Merlin's fucking beard I needed that!" Rosemerta laughed before snuggling into his side. "I should have fucked you years ago Mr. Potter!"
"Well we can always make up for lost time." Harry chuckled.
Rosmerta laughed once more before her eyes took on a mischievous gleam. He felt her shift next to him before a hand suddenly wrapped around his spent cock. "Oh we most certainly will mister." She purred, slowly pumping his still-wet length.
Harry gasped as his cock was assaulted with a plethora of overstimulation. "Fuck! I might need a minute or two before that Rosie."
Rosmerta merely giggled, scooching down his side before coming to rest with her lips barely a few inches away from his half-limp cock head. "Don't worry about that dearie. You just relax~" With that, his cock was once more trapped between a pair of velvety lips, albeit, a slightly different kind this go around.
Harry could only groan, falling back onto the bed as Rosmerta slurped and sucked his cock back to full hardness. Tonight was going to be a very long night indeed…
"You never came back last night."
Harry groaned tiredly and slumped further into the couch. "Don't start this now Hermione, please? I'm bloody exhausted."
Hermione rolled her eyes and slipped into the seat next to him. All around them, their classmates milled about the common room, chatting and laughing in the lazy Sunday morning hours.
"I'm not starting anything Harry! I was merely stating a fact."
"You're never just 'stating a fact' Mione." He scoffed. "Look, yes I never came back last night. Yes, I was also with someone. No, I will not be telling you who. Hermione you're my best friend and I love you but this is my life and I'm free to make the choices I want to make. With everything that's happened over the years, I should at least be free to do that yeah?"
Hermione sighed and nodded. "You're right. It's just…" She paused, biting her bottom lip in a moment of thought before continuing. "I'm worried about you Harry. Since the term started you've been…different. More open- honest, if a bit brash at times. I'm not saying it's a bad change, in fact, I think it's wonderful you've grown more assured of yourself! But I just want to be sure this new attitude is coming from a healthy place, not one of hurt or disdain."
Harry sat back for a moment in quiet contemplation. Her words struck a chord somewhere in his chest. An uncomfortable feeling and one that almost had him biting out a moody reply about him being fine. Sensibility stopped him thankfully. His rational mind knew Hermione's words only came from a place of concern and genuine care for his wellbeing. She simply didn't understand- didn't realise that his change of perspective was one that was a long time coming. Sure, perhaps at times he took it a bit too far- Skipping classes, egregious flirting, and a newfound disdain for authority that had Snape on the brink of an aneurysm more than once- but it wasn't like he'd have to worry about any long-term consequences for those things. Breaking a few rules was hardly a concern with his death looming on the horizon.
Of course, he could never tell her these things. If Hermione knew the why for his sudden shift in personality she'd no doubt panic and drag him off to Dumbledore, or the library, or even both in hopes of finding some alternative- some way out of the prophecy and, in the end, waste what little time he had left on a fool's errand.
So instead, Harry gave his friend a small smile and placed a comforting hand upon her thigh.
"It is Hermione. It really is. For the first time in my life, I feel… free. It sounds dumb, I know, but I just no longer see the point of hiding away who I am. That's not a bad thing right?"
Hermione smiled and clasped her hands over his own. "No Harry, it's not bad at all."
"Fantastic!" He stood abruptly, pulling Hermione up with him as the girl yelped quietly in surprise. "Then how about we stop your worrying and go find something to do? Anything you'd like, today I'm yours and yours alone 'Mione!"
Hermione smiled shyly and ducked her head. "Anything?" She whispered.
Harry smirked and hooked a finger under her chin. Lifting her face up towards him, he leaned in close, peering deep into her sparking brown eyes.
" Anything." He promised.
Cammie took a breath and read over her letter once more, ensuring she hit every point she needed. It was a bit nerve-wracking as she finished proofreading her slightly messy scrawl. Everything was laid to bare on this one, singular piece of paper. All her worries, fears, and theories that had been gnawing at her mind over the past two months. Part of her was almost hoping it'd get lost in the mail, never to reach its intended destination far in the Scottish Highlands. Yet she knew she needed answers. She was owed them dammit!
Whether she liked those answers or not remained to be seen. With a sigh, Cammi slipped the letter into a small envelope, the address Harry had given her before he left already written across the front.
Sealing it with a lick, the tattooed receptionist slipped on her shoes and threw the first jumper she could fish out from the hall closet over her shoulders. The irony of it being one of Harry's jumpers was not lost on her, but it was warm and even still smelled a bit of him. Warring emotions or not, she at least still could find comfort in his scent.
The walk to the nearest post office was relatively uneventful. The chilly October air was her only companion on her trek, and other than passing by Mrs. Cromsby on her way home from bridge club, Cammi made it there without any interruption.
She took one last reassuring breath as she slowly slipped the letter into the drop-off slot. The hinge creaked softly as her letter pushed its way inside. Releasing her grasp on the thin parcel took far more willpower than she was willing to admit, but in the end, she was able to let go, letting the letter fall into the receptacle below.
"Well…that's that then." She whispered with a shaky voice. Wiping her eyes quickly lest she allow any tears to fall, Cammi turned and began her trek back to her apartment, heart heavy with sullen morose.
It was minutes later, as Cammi's footfalls disappeared into the night that the previously empty street was occupied once more. The air seemed to almost shimmer, reality warping as a pink-haired figure threw off her invisibility cloak and sighed. The figure stared off where Cammi had retreated just minutes ago before shaking her head. Pulling out a long thin stick, she whisked it through the air in a small motion. Instantly Cammi's letter came sailing out of the letter drop-off, flying like a missile into the pink-haired stranger's awaiting hand.
Tearing the letter open, the figure skimmed its contents before groaning and pinching the bridge of her nose.
"You've really made a fucking mess of things now haven't you Wonder Boy?" Tonks groused. Stowing the letter away, the metamorph turned on her heel and disappeared with a muffled ' CRACK!'.
Hermione moaned and arched her back. The wondrous sensation of Harry's hands softly kneading her oiled back was like heaven. Her entire body felt heavy with relaxation, growing ever more soothed as the sensual massage went on. The warm oil cascading over her flesh, the burning candles that filled the room with a divine aroma, and the feel of her lover's hands pressing into her naked flesh all combined to create a blanket of bliss over her mind, lulling her into a state of pleasure and comfort.
Being pampered like this was one of her longtime secret fantasies, one that she never really put much hope into ever coming to fruition. Oh sure, many would like to think a bookworm like her would have some sort of naughty library kink. Perhaps with her dressed up like some slutty librarian while some tall dark and handsome mystery man fucked her atop a pile of books. To that she said no thank you!
It wasn't that she didn't find the idea appealing, especially after her own experience with Harry and Lavender in the library. It's just that she liked her books as they were, neat and free of any sexual fluids! Besides, she might be a bookworm but for god's sake, she had other hobbies!
It also helped that more than a few of her favourite books weren't exactly 'educational' in nature. Her first time ever reading a smut novel had been a complete accident. She'd been a young girl exploring the local library near her home when she found it, a decently thick tome bound in a black and red cover. The premise on the back was just vague enough to leave her none the wiser to its true contents. By the time she realised what it was, Hermione had already been halfway through the novel reading how the book's protagonist was tied up and used by the 'evil' sorcerer in a plethora of dark, erotic ways.
That night was the first time she touched herself, moaning quietly into her pillow as she read on. She'd gone back the next day to check out the rest of the series as well as half a dozen other similar novels. Needless to say, Hermione had developed quite a few secret fantasies over the years, some that she was finally able to live out with her best friend of all people.
She moaned even louder as Harry's hands buried themselves into her pert arsecheeks. He kneaded her glutes softly, spreading the rose-scented oil over of bubbly butt methodically. The heat radiating from her core felt like an inferno. Every touch from Harry only served to stoke that fire, leaving her a whimpering mess as he massaged and kneaded her supple naked flesh.
When one of his hands dipped between her legs to massage her inner thigh, Hermione thought she would cum right then and there. A whimper of need slipped past her lips and she soon found herself pushing her hips back, her cunt desperately in need of stimulation.
She heard Harry chuckle above her, his hands stilling on her lower body for the barest of moments before they moved once more. Now, instead of massaging her flesh, they groped. Her arse was caressed the most, cheeks spread apart and molested with devilish touches. The bookworm nearly sobbed as her thighs were coaxed apart and a single finger brushed against her slit. It slid up and down her moistened lips, teasing her entrance and swirling around her puffy clit. Her womanhood was on fire from the attention, both revelling in the small sensations coursing through it and yet practically weeping with a plea for more.
"H-Harry! Hngggg please!" She begged, her hands gripping the soft sheets beneath her while her arse arched into the air.
"Shhh patience now." He whispered, the sound seeming to almost come from all around her. His voice was low and rumbled with an almost predatory tone, yet there was a hint of amusement in his voice as well. "We have all the time in the world 'Mione."
She whimpered at the sound of her name on his lips. Though he'd spoken it a million times before, now there was something almost sinful in the way he said it that had her pussy clench with arousal.
As he spoke, the tip of his finger continued its treacherous path, swirling around her dripping entrance before travelling further north to tease her arsehole. A shiver ran down her spine as he pressed the pad of his finger against her backdoor. They had spoken about anal before. In hushed conversations between romps, Harry had teased her with the idea, Lavender too during one of their occasional- ahem- bonding moments together in their dorm.
She had almost given in a few times. Once when Harry had bent her over in a broom closet and fucked her between classes. He had slipped a finger inside her arse right as she climaxed, triggering an absolutely mind-numbingly hard orgasm. Another time was when Lavender had joined them in the Room of Requirement one night. Hermione had been lying on her back with her head rolled off the side of the bed and Harry's cock deep in her throat. Lavender had taken full advantage of her 'vulnerable' state and set about devouring her pussy with all the gusto the blonde could conjure. The next thing she knew, Harry had been cumming down her throat while Lavender's naughty tongue circled the rim of her crinkled hole.
The memories brought another aroused shiver to Hermione's body and she found herself speaking before her mind could caution her against it.
"Y-you can bugger me as much as you w-want! Just fuck me Harry, please!" She begged.
Harry faltered at that, pausing his ministrations long enough for her mind to fully catch up with her.
"Are you sure?" He asked slowly, hand still frozen against her pussy.
Hermione bit her lip nervously before rolling over onto her back. The dim candle-light cast dark shadows along the walls and she could just barely make out Harry's nude form kneeling on the bed next to her.
"I am." She said resolutely. And she was. As much as the idea scared her, a moment like this felt…precious in a way. Much like the first time they slept together, the special evening they spent in this very room the night she gave away her virginity was special in a way that Hermione would never forget. "I'm yours Harry. No matter how many others there are in your life, I'm yours and I want to prove that to you."
Harry seemed at a loss for words. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly before he finally shook off his stupor. "If you're sure…"
Hermione giggled and reached forward to pull him close. He fell into her without a fight, his hips settling between her spread legs like a puzzle piece. "I am." She repeated with a gasp. The feeling of their sexes touching was driving her mad, but she knew they needed to take this slow if it was to go well.
"Kiss me~" She moaned. And he did, pressing their lips together in a fiery embrace. Hermione mewled against his lips, coaxing his tongue into her mouth and deepening the kiss. Every small motion made their bodies rub against one another with the softest of touches. Her brush of his cock against her pussy sent shivers of delight up her spine, but tonight her pussy wouldn't be the one receiving attention.
"O-Oil!" She gasped, breaking their kiss with a whining moan. "We need to oil! Please before I go mad!" She groaned.
Harry chuckled and gave her one last peck on her lips before he sat up and quickly retrieved the vial of scented oil. She wasted no time in snatching it from his hands, quickly uncorking it and pouring a generous among in her awaiting palm. Throwing the vial to the side, Hermione reached down and lathered the scented mixture onto his thick hardened cock. She coated every inch of Harry's shaft with a thick layer of oil, ensuring it was generously lubed by stroking it with her hand. Once satisfied with her work, she used the remainder of the oil to coat her arsehole, even going so far as to push a single finger inside herself with an aroused bite of her lip.
When she was ready, she coaxed Harry forward with a gesture of her finger. The feeling of his thoroughly lubed cock pressed against her arse made her stomach lurch in both excitement and fear. She said nothing as he positioned himself, allowing herself a few moments to fully gather her resolve. Finally, with a look of certainty, she gave him a nod.
The first few minutes were nothing but pain. It took everything she had not to cry out as her arse was pierced for the very first time. The feeling of her arsehole being stretched so wide brought tears to her eyes. Even with Harry taking it as slow as he could, pausing every few moments to allow her time to adjust, it still felt nothing short of painful with every inch he sheathed inside.
Eventually, Harry did still as their hips finally met. Hermione groaned from the feeling. She felt unbelievably full and there was still a slight throbbing pain in her rear that made her want to wince in discomfort. However, they had to continue both for her pride's sake, as well as her arse's.
She hissed as he began to move. Though it was but the gentlest rocking of his hips, it still felt too much for her to take. Harry stilled inside her almost immediately, but she knew he couldn't stop now. Quickly wrapping her arms around his neck, Hermione whimpered pleas to continue into his ear. The tears that rolled down her cheeks were brushed away by his hand as he nodded.
How long it took before the pain finally faded, Hermione could hardly remember. Only that it was like a switch inside her was flipped. One moment she'd been whimpering in pain with every small thrust into her arse and the next she was panting into Harry's ear as he began to pull more and more of his cock free before slipping back inside her. There was still pain but a manageable amount. The pleasure she felt as he began to fuck her arse faster and harder soon outweighed any discomfort, and soon enough Hermione was crying out in impending climax.
"O-oo-oh! Oh yes! Harder! F-Faster! D-Don't stop! Please!" She wailed.
Harry grunted in response and moved his hips even faster. It wasn't long before their hips began to meet with loud meaty slaps of flesh. Already her pussy was gushing with her juicy arousal, soaking their joined hips and making it all the easier for his cock to slam inside her tight arsehole. She just barely had enough time to scream out Harry's name before her climax ripped through her like a tsunami. Her pussy convulsed, convulsing wildly around nothing while her arse spasmed along with her climax. Harry groaned into her ear as her climax no doubt made her sweltering backdoor even tighter.
"Cum in me~" She moaned, her orgasm still shocking her nerves with overwhelming pleasure. "Please~"
Harry cursed into her neck as he suddenly stilled within her. Hermione moaned happily as she felt his cock pulse again and again within her arse. A warmth flooded her stomach as his molten hot cum filled her anal cavity before he finally groaned with satisfaction as his climax came to an end.
"You okay?" Harry whispered after a few moments of catching their breath.
Hermione hummed in affirmation, her eyes closed as she revelled in the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. "I really need to thank Lavender for giving me this idea." She said with a smirk.
Harry chuckled and placed a lingering kiss against her lips. Hermione laughed along before smiling as she felt him grow hard inside her once more.
Cammi huffed as another series of knocks echoed out from her front door. Hair still wet from her shower, she quickly wrapped herself in a towel and stalked out of her bedroom with a huff.
"Yeah yeah keep your knickers on. I'm coming alright!" She shouted. Throwing the door open with a growl, the towel-clad woman scowled at her uninvited guest. "What?!" She snarled.
"Camilla Lawrence?" The woman before her asked.
Cammi studied the stranger, from the peculiar robes to her spiky pink hair that just screamed 'punk'. The woman had an air about her that Cammi herself had been told she had. An aura that said 'Look all you want but touch me and I'll cut you'. Despite the odd apparel, Cammi was instantly aware that this woman was fucking hot . In fact, if she wasn't so hung up on Harry she'd probably already be trying to charm the pink-haired babe into her bed.
"Who's asking?" She said suspiciously, acutely aware that she was still wearing nothing but a towel in front of this bombshell of a woman.
"Name's Tonks." The woman replied. Any thoughts of the strange vixen's presence instantly faded as she snapped her fingers and a piece of paper suddenly levitated (Fucking Levitated!) out from her robes. Cammi's shock only grew as the paper unfurled by its-fucking-self to reveal it was, in fact, the letter she had mailed just a few hours ago.
"You might want to get dressed." The pink-haired- Tonks said. "I think we have a lot to talk about."
Cammi could only nod dumbly and step to the side allowing the mysterious woman in.
"Nice tits by the way."
A loud curse was heard through the hallway as the door closed and Cammi realized that, in her shock, she had dropped her fucking towel.
Chapter 11: Honesty Is The Best PolicyChapter TextChapter 10: Honesty Is The Best Policy
Harry stepped inside the dingy pub with a wary glance. The Hog's Head tavern was a stark difference compared to the Three Broomsticks. Where the latter was warm and inviting, filled with the pleasant aroma of Rosmerta's cooking, the former was… well let's just say it both looked and smelled like goat shite.
Nodding to the surly bartender behind the counter, Harry made his way up the stairs to where the guest rooms were located. Memories of the first DA meeting held in this very tavern came to the forefront of his mind as he passed by the room where everyone signed their names on Hermione's contract. It looked exactly the same as it had the year before. Just as run down and borderline unsanitary, but without the gaggle of students threatening to fall through the old creaky floor.
Harry shook his head with a fond smile and continued on. Despite how the DA ended, he still found himself looking back on all those memories of his time teaching with rose-tinted eyes. Sure in the end they were betrayed by one of their own, but it had been quite fun while it lasted.
Soon enough his cautious steps brought him to his destination. Room No. 9 sat before him, the door closed and no doubt barred from the other side. With a breath, Harry cast one last look around before knocking quickly on the aged wooden door. No sooner did his knuckles touch the door than it suddenly swung open. Harry barely had time to blink before a hand reached out from the darkened depths of the room and yanked him inside, the door slamming behind him not even a moment later.
"What colour were my knickers when you walked in on me changing two summers ago?!" A voice growled just as the tip of a wand pressed painfully against his throat.
Despite the silly nature of the question, Harry knew if he answered wrong he'd be a dead man. The heat emanating from the wand jabbed into his jugular was evidence enough. Luckily he knew the answer.
"Purple!" He exclaimed.
The figure holding him wasn't satisfied though. Jabbing the wand even deeper into his neck she leaned closer. "Purple with…?"
"P-Purple with the Weird Sisters logo on the back!" He winced as the wand tip burned even hotter against his flesh before, suddenly, it was gone.
"And don't you ever forget it!" Tonks laughed, pocketing her wand before giving his hair a ruffle. "Sorry about all that Wonder Boy, had to be sure it was you. Can never be sure these days what with the Dark Tosser and his cronies out and about."
Harry took a breath to calm his rapidly beating heart and nodded. "S'alright. Just take it easy with the wand next time yeah? Thought you were about to pierce an artery there."
Tonks waved him off with a snicker. Stepping away, the pink-haired metamorph quickly set about warding off the room. Silencing spells, privacy wards, and a whole host of other pulses of magic flew from her wand with deadly precision. Harry watched on, not bothering to hide his impressed look as Tonks gave an unintentional demonstration of just why she was Alastor Moody's greatest protege.
"There!" She said as the last spell took effect. "That should do it."
Harry whistled appreciatively as he looked around. Not only did she completely secure the room from eavesdroppers and intruders, but she also completely cleaned and transformed the space into something not unlikely to be found at a four-star hotel.
Gone was the mouldy wallpaper and termite-ridden furniture. Instead, in its place stood pristine cream-coloured walls, thick soft carpet and rich mahogany furniture- including a large king-sized bed and a complete living room set of chairs and couches. The chipped stone fireplace was completely transformed, now made of gleaming white marble with beautifully carved depictions of the Hogwarts Houses and their animal mascots. A large fire roared from the hearth within, casting a warm orange glow around the room that was carried by the intricate bronze sconces hanging from the walls. It was amazing, plain and simple, even more so when Harry remembered that Tonks did all this without breaking a single sweat.
"Very nice." Harry complimented. "Don't suppose you'll tell me why you wanted to meet with me now though?"
Tonks didn't answer. Instead, she gestured to the newly conjured furniture with an unreadable expression. The shift in demeanour was not lost on Harry, and so he sat with a feeling of unease creeping its way up his spine.
"What's this about Tonks?" He asked as the normally cheerful witch took her seat.
Tonks sighed, her pink hair shifting its hue in response to her emotions, eventually settling on a muted blue colouration before she leaned forward with a look of seriousness. "It's about Cammi, Wonder Boy."
In an instant, Harry's heart froze in his chest. Panic flared in his brain and nearly every nerve in his body screamed for his fight or flight response to do something and do it now.
"What happened?!" He jumped to his feet, wand already in his hand. "Is she okay?! Did-" He cut himself off as his brain wormed its way through his greatest fear. It felt like his lungs were nearly ready to collapse as he finished his sentence, silently begging it not to be true. "D-Did Voldemort find her?"
"What?!" Tonks exclaimed. "No, she's fine. He didn't- Look Harry just sit down and I'll explain!"
Relief flooded his system, clashing horribly with the anxiety still lingering in his mind, but relief it was all the same. Doing as he was told, he sat back in his chair with a shaky breath.
"You good?" Tonks asked with a raised brow. At his nod the metamorph herself nodded and sat back. "Alright then. So I guess I better start from the beginning…"
- The Day Prior -
"S-So uhm… Do you want some tea? Beer? Do you lot even drink beer? Scratch that- stupid question." Cammi muttered to herself. "I'll just..uhm…grab the six-pack I have in the fridge yeah?"
Tonks rolled her eyes as the towel-clad woman continued to ramble on nervously. She wasn't THAT scary, plus it's not like she did any actual impressive magic. Just your basic levitation and wandless summoning charm.
"How about you go get yourself sorted out with some clothes then we can worry about drinks? Much as I wouldn't mind seeing you waltz around half-naked, I imagine this is a conversation best had fully clothed."
She watched as Cammi blushed deep red in realisation. With a muttered apology, the tattooed-covered woman quickly dashed out of the small living room and into what Tonks could only assume to be her bedroom. A few minutes later, the blushing woman returned, this time clad in a pair of comfortable-looking sleeping shorts and an oversized 'Queen World Tour' t-shirt. As promised, she journeyed to the kitchen first, retrieving a small case of German ale that Tonks was familiar with. At the very least the girl had a good taste in drinks.
"Cheers." Tonks said as she took the offered bottle. Cammi nodded, taking one herself before twisting it open with shaky hands and taking a very generous gulp.
"Woah easy there Party Girl! No need to go off the rocker just yet! I'm only here to talk."
Cammi took another gulp with a grimace. "Yeah well, you try having a random woman just appear on your doorstep and make a letter fucking float! " She scoffed. "You'd be a bit on edge too."
"Fair." Tonks acquiesced with a shrug. "But I really am just here to talk. Cross my heart and all that."
The raven-haired muggle seemed to consider this for a moment before sighing with a nod. "Go on then."
Tonks nodded back and took a quick sip of her drink. Hey, it was good ale, sue her!
"So judging by your letter, am I right to assume that you and Harry are- for lack of a better term- shagging like rabbits?"
Cammi surprisingly snorted and gave her a nod. "You would."
"Brilliant." Tonks sighed. "And I also take it you maybe saw him do something weird or impossible at some point over the summer? Something kind of like what I did with the letter outside?" Once again Cammi nodded, confirming what Tonks already knew. "What did you see exactly?"
"He sort of…I dunno…disappeared? One second he was there, and the next he was just gone with a loud bang. Kind of like the sound of thunder."
Tonks groaned and leaned back to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Apparating without a license. It's like he's trying to get bloody arrested." Tonks took another sip of her drink, this one just as big as the one Cammi took from her own. "Look there's no point in lying so I'm just gonna come out with it. Harry's a wizard. I myself am a witch. Our world- the magical one that is- lives sorta parallel to the normal one. Hidden in plain sight I guess you could say." She paused to take a breath, using this chance to choose her next words carefully. "Harry is- Well he's a special kind of wizard in a way. You see not all of us are as cool and suave as yours truly." She said gesturing to herself. "Some become right cunts. There's one out there now, the biggest cunt of them all really, who's hellbent on taking over the world supervillain style. Fancies himself a 'Dark Overlord' if you can believe it!" Tonks said with a snort. "Anyway, just so happens there's a prophecy about this dark cunt. About him AND Harry. I can't tell you the specifics mind you, but it pretty much says Harry is the only one who can kill the bastard."
Tonks paused long enough for her words to sink in. So far it seemed that Cammi was having some difficulty understanding. The woman's face was screwed up in confusion as she stared back at Tonks.
"A prophecy? Like destiny, fortune telling, and all that?" At Tonks' nod, Cammi scoffed and downed the rest of her drink. "And your lot believe in that shite?"
Tonks shrugged. "Eh, divination is considered just as outrageous in our world as it is in yours. Doesn't matter if it's real or complete bullshite though. Voldemort believes the prophecy is real, and that's enough to make Harry his number one target."
"But that's insane!" Cammi cried. "Harry's- He's-" She stammered. "Why the fuck don't your lot do something about this madman then?! I assume you've got some sort of army or- or police force right?! Arrest the bastard!"
Tonks laughed. A humourless and dark laugh as she finished her ale and reached forward to grab another. "We do. In fact, I'm a magical policewoman myself. Doesn't matter much though." With a sigh, Tonks leaned forward and levelled Cammi with a hardened gaze. "Look you gotta understand…this bloke- Voldemort- he's powerful. Super fucking powerful, with a shite-load of followers. Imagine Hitler but if he could shoot lightning from his fingertips and level buildings with a single word. THAT'S what we're dealing with here." Taking a breath, Tonks sat back once more and popped the top off her second beer. "Don't get me wrong, we're doing all we can to fight the bastard, but he's got the numbers and power to pretty much wipe the floor with any obstacle we put in his way. The only one who's ever been able to send the evil wanker packing is Harry, and even then those fights almost killed him."
She watched as the colour drained from Cammi's face leaving the girl almost deathly pale. "H-Harry's almost died before?" She asked with a whisper.
Tonks nodded slowly, sensing the fearful tension that clung to the woman's every word. "A few times over the years. Hell- Wonder Boy has practically made it a tradition to pull off some death-defying stunt every year. Mind you, none of them were really his fault, they were Voldemort's doing for the most part. Harry only did what he could to protect those around him like the noble fool he is."
"But who protected him?!" Cammi stood with tears in her eyes, fists clenched in anger or perhaps fear. "You say that your lot is doing what they can to fight this fucking Wizard-Nazi, and yet you tell me Harry has to practically fight the fucker nearly every year! How many times has Harry almost fought this 'Voldemort'?! How many times did he end up on the brink of death because your lot can't do their fucking job?!"
Tonks said nothing. Instead, she let the truth of Cammi's words wash over her, filling her with a sense of shame she didn't know was there. Tonks looked away from the tattooed woman's eyes with a heart full of guilt.
Cammi scoffed and turned away. Silence reigned for a few minutes, Tonks finding herself at a loss for what to say. She had thought this would be a lot more simple. Get in, interrogate the muggle, and then leave. At worst Tonks assumed she'd maybe have to obliviate the girl, as cruel as that sounded. Hell, she probably needed to, not just for the Statute of Secrecy but for Harry's sake as well. Her train of thought was broken suddenly as Cammi shifted once more, stalking towards the door with a look of deadly intent.
"What are you doing?"
"I-" Cammi began as she quickly slipped on a pair of worn flats. "-am going to track down Harry. You can either help by taking me to him or I'll fucking find someone who can myself."
"What?!" Tonks exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "I can't let you do that! You're not even supposed to know about magic, much less go stomping through London demanding someone take you to Harry bleedin' Potter!"
Cammi scoffed and threw her purse over her shoulder, only stopping briefly to ensure her keys were within. "Try and bloody stop me."
Tonks had her wand arm raised before she even really knew what she was doing. By the time she realized, she already had the tip pointed directly at Cammi's chest while the raven-haired woman stared back unimpressed.
"Really?" She snorted. "Bit cliche with the wand and all yeah?" Sighing, Cammi shook her head and levelled Tonks with a glare. "Go ahead and do your worst. But one way or another I'm walking out that door, and I will find Harry."
Tonks grimaced as the tip of her wand started to glow bright with magic. She knew what she had to do.
-Present-
Tonks ducked as several of the bronze sconces lining the walls flared to life, surging with a blazing fire. Harry paid her no mind though. The only thing he could focus on at that moment was the curling anger raging inside his chest. It tore at his ribs, spewed fire in his veins, and gnashed at the pit of his throat like a wild animal. The fight or flight response from earlier returned with a vengeance. Too bad Harry always chose fight.
"What did you do?" He growled, his voice barely a whisper as he levelled tonks with a murderous gaze.
Tonks balked at the sight of him, whether taken aback by his anger or something else, Harry didn't know. Nor did he particularly care.
"What. Did. You. DO?!" This time his voice came out with a deafening bang as furniture of all sorts was sent careening through the air by an invisible force. Wood splintered and metal snapped. The marble from Tonks' transfigured hearth cracked while the very foundations of the room itself groaned in protest. He knew Tonks would never hurt Cammi, but she said it herself that she was planning on obliviating her.
Tonks yelped as a broken chair leg flew by, nearly taking her head off if she hadn't chosen to duck. "Nothing! I swear Harry, I didn't do anything to her!"
Harry was long past listening though. Whether he knew it or not, this was one of his biggest fears coming to fruition. Cammi hadn't been just a friend to him over the summer. She'd been EVERYTHING. The one he could share his grief with, the one he could share his hopes with. The idea of losing her was like a thousand cruciatus curses all rending him apart at once. Somehow, someway, Cammi had wiggled her way into his heart, nestled gently in a place filled by very few.
Growling low, Harry threw the coffee table between them to the side with merely a gesture of his hand. "Where is she Tonks!?! Where is Cammi?!"
"I'm right here!" A voice cried out from behind.
All at once the room stilled. The groaning of the floors ceased, the cracks in the walls stopped spreading, and though he didn't know it, the fiery green glow in Harry's eyes dimmed as he whipped around with a face full of shock.
Harry watched as the reality seemed to shimmer before him. Where once there was a blank stretch of wall, now stood Cammi, eyes wide and face pale as she shucked off the invisibility cloak wrapped around her shoulders.
"H-Hey hot stuff. Fancy meeting you here eh?"
His body moved of its own volition, surging forward to wrap the raven-haired woman in a fierce embrace.
"Hey! Hey, it's okay!" Cammi murmured. She wrapped her own arms just as tightly around his neck pulling his face down into the crook of her neck. "I'm right here. I'm alright- promise."
Harry let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Slowly the anger in his veins cooled with every breath of Cammi's familiar scent. She was here. She was here and she was safe. He felt himself almost stagger with relief. Tonks hadn't obliviated her like he feared and all he could do was hold Cammi all the tighter in happiness.
"I'll- ahem- give you lovebirds some space."
Harry regretfully pulled himself away from Cammi with a look of guilt. "Tonks look I'm-"
"Don't worry about it Wonder Boy." Tonks waved him off. "I would've flipped out too if I were in your shoes. Just uh…" She trailed off casting a pointed glance around the room. "Probably with a bit less property damage. No worries though!" With a few quick flicks of her wand, the room was soon in pristine condition once more. "There! Now you two talk. I'll be back tomorrow morning to take you back home Cams."
With a final wave, Tonks ducked out from the room, closing the door behind her with a soft ' click' .
Silence reined for a few moments. Neither he nor Cammi seemed too sure of how to begin as they stood before each other with their arms loosely holding the other.
"Do you- uhm- wanna sit down?" Harry asked slowly, wincing slightly at the nervous twinge in his voice.
Thankfully Cammi just smiled- that oh-so-familiar playful little smile that always meant he did something to amuse her. "That'd be grand."
He led her over to the couch, their hands never leaving one another as they sat.
"So…"
"So." Cammi replied.
"You…know about magic then." He asked with an uneasy expression.
Cammi nodded, looking down at her hands with her lips pursed. "You could say that. Bit different than I thought it'd be. Less warts and eye of newt stuff and more…bureaucratic?" She shook her head with a laugh. "Honestly still boggles my mind more that there's a whole bloody hidden world out there."
"Yeah, I know the feeling." He laughed. "When I first learned I was a wizard I thought the man who told me was mental. At least until he made a pig's tail grow out of my cousin's arse and made a fire with an umbrella."
"From how you've described Dudley the fat cunt probably deserved it!" Cammi snorted.
They laughed together for a moment before the silenced returned once more. He watched as Cammi's smile faded to a look of unsureity. "Why didn't you tell me Harry?"
There it was, the question that hung in the air and one he wasn't sure he knew how to answer.
He sighed, giving her hand a small squeeze while he gathered his thoughts
"It's not like I didn't want to." He began. "My world, Cammi, it's dangerous right now."
"Because of Voldemort?"
Harry snapped his gaze back to her with a look of brief panic. "Tonks told you about him?"
"She told me a little. Said there was a prophecy he was obsessed over. Well, that and his whole evil 'take over the world' schtick." She explained.
Harry nodded, still reeling somewhat from hearing Voldemort's name pass through Cammi's lips. With a shake of his head, Harry continued. "It's not just that. Voldemort and I… we're connected in a way. Sometimes, mainly when I'm asleep, I can sort of see through his eyes. At first I thought they were just nightmares, then when I discovered what the visions truly were I thought I could use them to my advantage- to see what Voldemort was up to, what he was planning." He bit out a sharp, humourless laugh. "What a fucking idiot I was."
"He…could see into your mind as well?" Cammi asked hesitantly.
Harry nodded. "Not just see, but influence me. My emotions, thoughts, he even force-fed me visions of things he wanted me to see. By the time I found out what he was doing, it was too late. Sirius, my- my godfather, he died. Killed because I rushed into one of Voldemort's traps for me." Slowly he explained to her the events of the Department of Mysteries. Of the fight in the Hall of Prophecies, the Death Eaters who flung curse after curse at him and his friends, and finally the Veil of Death.
Cammi listened without a word, giving him the time he needed to explain that tragic night. When he finished she could only pull him close with tears in her eyes. "Oh honey…" She whispered.
Harry allowed himself to be drug into the embrace. He could never deny Cammi, not even now when the larger part of him knew he didn't deserve comfort. Sirius's death was his fault, and though he'd long come to terms that his godfather was no more, it still weighed on him in the quiet moments of the night.
"You couldn't have known that would happen." She murmured into his ear. "Voldemort tricked you in the one place anyone would think was safe. I mean, if you can't trust your own mind then what can you trust?"
"But that's my point!" He exclaimed, pulling away with a mournful look. "He was in my head Cammi. Influenced my bloody thoughts! Sure, I know how to block him out now but there are moments where the connection slips through- Moments where our minds join and he can see everything, including you! I can't risk that!" He stood abruptly, hands in his hair with frustration. "The others- Hermione, Ron, even me- We have magic to defend ourselves. We can at least fight him off. But you Cammi? I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do against a Killing Curse. No ward you can hide behind or potion you can take. Just being around me is a risk, one I've chanced for far too long!"
"You don't get to decide that!" Cammi argued back. "I'm sorry love, you've been through a lot and god knows you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders right now, but that doesn't give you the right to decide what's best for my safety! I do! And I say fuck the risk!"
"Cammi-"
"No! Maybe I can't do any fancy spells like you, or throw furniture across the room with the wave of my hand, but I can at least decide what's fucking best for me! And I've decided it's you Harry Potter, no one else, just you!" She stood across from him now, hands on her waist with her hips cocked to one side while she wore a look of challenge on her face.
"I- I'm not going to get you to back down from this?" He asked with a pinch of his eyes.
"Nope!" She replied, popping the 'p'. "I'm your problem now Potter, and there's no getting rid of me. Got it?"
Harry smiled despite the warring emotions inside him. Leave it to her to throw away all his arguments with sheer stubbornness. He shook his head and laughed. "Got it." He said, opening his arms in invitation.
Cammi smirked victoriously and stepped into his embrace. "Good. Now how about you take me to that magic bed over there and kiss me like you've missed me hot stuff?"
"I think I can do that." He replied with a smirk of his own. Their faces inched closer to one another's, eyes closing slowly as their lips made contact for the first time in months. Within seconds their kiss transformed from one of sensuality and gentleness to one of heated passion and want. Their tongues were soon added to the mix, followed by their hands as they clawed at each other's close in feats of desperation.
It was second nature for them to scramble backwards towards the bed, the fire between them only growing as Harry pulled Cammi's shirt over her head and threw it to the side while she fumbled with the clasp of his belt. By the time they fell against the bed, Harry's mouth was already planted firmly on one of her curvy tattooed breasts while Cammi moaned in passion.
He circled her rapidly stiffing nipple with his tongue, throwing in the occasional nibble with his teeth exactly how he knew she liked it. True to his skills, Cammi was driven absolutely wild by the small mix of pain and pleasure. The older woman bucked her hips, whimpering pitifully while her body spasmed with need. It wasn't long before Harry decided to add to her torture, using his fingers to tease the opening of her cunt while she thrashed against him.
"Y-You're a fucking pr-prat!" She gasped.
Harry smirked and moved his attention to her other tit, all the while his fingers slowly ran themselves up and down her rapidly moistening pussy. Just as she was about to let out another throaty whine Harry took his chance, pushing two digits inside her tight snatch with absolutely zero resistance. Her hot, wet pussy allowed him entrance eagerly all the while Cammi cried out in a surprised moan. She clawed at his back while he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, grinding the pad of his palm against her swollen clit before pulling back.
"You're so fucking wet Cams." Cammi moaned in agreement as he moved his hand faster, pumping his fingers inside her slippery wet cunt with ease. "God I've fucking missed the noises you made. I can't wait to hear you scream when I fuck this tight little pussy of yours."
"Wh-what are y-you waiting for then? Hng! I've b-been waiting to feel your c-cock inside me again f-for months- Oh fuck!" Cammi cried out as he suddenly shifted, pushing his pinky into her awaiting arsehole while he continued to finger her pussy with his other two fingers. Without a word Cammi grabbed the sides of his face and smashed their lips together, moaning whorishly against his lips as he explored her two most precious holes.
It was easy enough to have her nearing her edge within just moments. Cammi's body was one he studied for months, learning all the special little tricks that drove her wild. He also knew each one of her many tells. The faces she made when she was horny, the noises she produced when he hit just the right spot, and most important of all- the way her body would twitch and spasm when she was so very close to tumbling over that sweet sweet edge.
With a shattering sob of breath, Cammi hit her peak. Her walls trembled around his fingers. Her breasts rippled and heaved as she panted with loud moans of ecstasy. The beautiful noises produced from her mouth as she came were muffled by Harry's own lips. Their tongues wrestled one another as Cammi convulsed beneath him before, finally, she pushed him away with a loud gasp.
"I-Inside me! NOW!"
Harry couldn't disobey her command if he wanted to. Watching her face contort in agonising pleasure as she came never failed to drive him absolutely wild. Pulling his fingers free from her holes, Harry was positioned between her legs with his cockhead pressing against her entrance in moments. With a single thrust, he was hilted inside her sweltering cunt. Both he and Cammi moaned aloud as he entered her for the first time in months. Her walls stretched eagerly for him as if welcoming home after so very long away.
There were times when they would fuck and fuck hard . Other times sex together would be playful and fun. With small dirty jokes and an almost giddy aura in the air as they explored new positions, kinks, and the like. A few times, not many mind you, they would move almost tenderly- make love in all the sense of the word, where they'd alternate between holding each other close with whispered words of honey and thrusting gently against each other, reaching their combines peaks slowly but oh-so-beautifully.
Tonight put moments like that to shame. There was no rush to their movements, only a sensual pace with their eyes locked in an intense gaze of care and wonder. Every touch was full of emotion, every moan or gasp a testament to their feelings for one another. Their bodies were practically moulded together, joined by their sexes. The thrust of Harry's cock into Cammi's tight folds was met eagerly by her own bucking hips. The only falter in their joined movements was when one would shudder in pleasure, be it Cammi releasing in climax with a throaty moan or Harry pausing to revel in the sensations of her convulsing inner walls.
Eventually, the slow sensual thrusting gave way to Harry's own impending orgasm. There was no loud groan of pleasure or harried announcement of his end. The only thing needed was for him to capture Cammi's lips in a deep heated kiss as he released inside of her. Cammie moaned happily into his mouth as his cock pulsed inside her. The sound was akin to an immense relief echoing out from the depths of her very beings, celebrating with joyful cries against his tongue as he filled her with his warm sticky cum. They only broke apart when the last of his seed was spent and the need for air became too great, separating with a small gasp each.
They lay there together for quite some time, Harry's cock still buried inside and Cammi's arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Their foreheads rested against one another, no sounds being made except for the soft panting as they each caught their breath. Finally, it was Cammi who broke the silence, her hand moving to cup his face while she peered into him with her brown, almost onyx, coloured eye clouded with some indiscernible emotion.
"You know I love you right?" She whispered, voice thick with emotion.
Harry opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Cammi's lips pressing against his own. "Shh." She said. "I know it's sudden and probably not what you expected to hear. I don't expect you to say it back but I wanted- no I needed to be honest with you Harry. I love you you dolt, so there's no getting rid of me now."
Harry smiled. She was right he hadn't expected that and truthfully he didn't even know if he could say those words back to her, at least for now. His mind was a mess as it were, and while he cared for her more than anything, he knew better than anyone that his head was far too fucked up to comprehend love. Maybe that would change though. Cammi, Hermione, all of the girls he's grown close to over the last few months, they've helped him in more ways than they could know. Perhaps that was enough.
Leaning down he captured Cammi's lips in another kiss, this one lasting far longer than the last- only ending when his cock grew hard once more inside her. Sitting up Harry began to move his hips, falling into a rhythm with Cammi's moans as they continued their happy reunion into the earlier hours of the morning.
Things have changed far more than he could have ever anticipated. There would be consequences for these changes he was sure, but for now, Harry would enjoy the happiness they brought until he was forced to face the music. What else could a man living on borrowed time do?
Chapter 12: Cause And EffectChapter Text
Chapter 11: Cause And Effect
Cammi's eyes blinked open slowly. The sleepy bleariness in her vision slowly faded as her eyes adjusted to the dim luminance of dawn barely peeking in through the windows. It took a moment for her brain to shake off the fog of sleep, confusion giving way to recollection as the memories of the previous day came back to the surface of her mind.
There had been tears, laughter, shouting- a whole kaleidoscope of emotions. But, in the end, it ended exactly as her heart wanted, with her snuggled into Harry's chest as they slowly drifted off to sleep… after more than a few rounds of vigorous fucking of course.
She shifted with a happy sigh. The small ache between her legs reminded her exactly just how much 'catching up' she and Harry accomplished the night before.
Shifting some more, she soon was able to disentangle herself both from the sheets and Harry's arms. No easy feat considering the latter of which had a very firm grip on her naked breasts. Thankfully she was able to escape without waking him.
Looking down at her lover's sleeping face she couldn't help but smile. It was good to see him so at peace while he slept, a feat in and of itself.
She'd been witness to a few of his nightmares over the weeks they spent together, some worse than others. Knowing what she knew now, Cammi had a much better understanding of just what Harry had been through. She could only imagine the demons that haunted his dreams.
Thankfully her presence seemed to help ward off most of the horrid specters of the past. At least that's what Harry told her.
It made her heart clench knowing that without her he most likely suffered through those visions alone throughout the last couple of months. Sure there were others he had shared his bed with, he made no effort to keep that a secret from her, but even then she knew she was one of the few people Harry would truly confide in. Could the same be said for the other girls?
Cammi inwardly winced. That sounded a bit too close to jealousy for her comfort.
Jealousy was probably the rational emotion to feel in a situation like this. Any normal girl would probably be seething with envy if their lover admitted to sleeping with other women. Either that or murderous rage.
But she wasn't a normal girl was she? And Harry certainly wasn't any normal bloke.
Magic aside- he was different. When he looked at her, Cammi felt something she'd never experienced with any of her past boyfriends. She felt…singular. Whole. He looked at her like she was the only person in the world. Harry treated her with a care and reverence that she thought was only found in those cheesy romance novels her mum used to read. To Harry- she was the most important girl in the world.
So no, she didn't care who he slept with or how many. Because at the end of the day, Cammi would still look into his eyes and find that very spark of intimacy that made her knees weak and heart swoon…
…Plus the thought of him fucking some prissy schoolgirl into a screaming mess sounded really fucking hot.
Cammi smirked and made a mental note to ask Harry to record his next secret tryst. If she had to go back home, she was at least getting a steamy sex tape out of it.
Leaning down, Cammi placed a soft kiss against Harry's lips with a smile. He shifted slightly in his sleep from the contact but thankfully didn't wake. Good, she wanted him to get as much rest as he could. He deserved that much at least.
Quietly she made her way to the en-suite bath. Cammi had no clue how Tonks had spruced the decrepit old room up with just a few flicks of a stick, but she wasn't complaining. Honestly, she was just thankful the pink-haired bombshell extended the rapid remodel to the bathroom as well.
Warm marble floors met her bare feet as she entered. The tiled walls gleamed shiny and bright under the soft rays of light peeking in from the open window. At first, Cammi almost cursed in panic thinking her tits were on display for all the outside world to see. Yet upon further inspection, she found the open window wasn't a window at all, but some sort of weird… portal thingy that made it seem like there was a tropical beach outside. The air even smelled of saltwater and tropical plants!
"Fucking mental." She muttered with a shake of her head. Turning away from the weird not-window, Cammi stepped up to the large glass-enclosed shower.
Three separate shower heads hung from each wall, with the centre being the largest. Each was made of polished bronze while the walls themselves were a deep onyx black with small splashes of white here and there along the tile.
Opening the door, Cammi jumped in surprise as all three faucets suddenly turned on, spraying out water almost like-
"Magic, right." Cammi snorted. Holding her hand under the water proved it to be the perfect temperature, just the way she liked it. Snorting again, the raven-haired beauty stepped under the downpour, letting the steaming hot water cascade down her nude body with a relaxed sigh.
How long she spent slowly washing herself was a mystery. She lost track of time quite a while ago. The soothing sensations of the hot water soon had her mind slipping into a state of blissfulness. She was only truly stirred from her watery stupor when two hands suddenly appeared from behind and roughly gripped her soapy wet breasts.
"Mind if I join you?" A husky voice whispered in her ear.
Cammi shivered in delight from the lust-filled tone that dripped from his mouth. "Mmm~ I suppose not." His hands gave her tits a firm squeeze, forcing a gasp of arousal from her lips. Instinctually, Cammi pushed her arse backwards, meeting a very familiar hard and thick rod of meat between her arse cheeks.
Harry moved slowly at first- Raking his hands up and down her body. From fondling her soapy tits to spreading apart her juicy bubbly arse, no part of her was left unmolested by his touch. It was a torture that she was obsessed with. The way his hands danced across her flesh, leaving trails of fire wherever his fingers grazed was indescribable. It was as if she was some divine gift that he worshipped eagerly. Water or no, when he explored her this way it never failed to have Cammi absolutely soaked in no time.
She whined as his hands left her body at the same time his cock freed itself from between her cheeks. Just as she opened her mouth to question the absence of his touch, Cammi was suddenly pressed into the shower wall tits first.
Her squeak of surprise was instead a moan of shocked pleasure as both her pussy and arsehole were suddenly forcibly spread apart.
"Gyahhh~!" Was all she could say. The feeling was unlike anything she's experienced before. Her two most precious holes were stretched to their absolute limit. Her pussy by the oh-so-familiar monster cock of her lover. Her arsehole on the other hand was a different story. Where Harry's cock was warm and fleshy inside her, whatever was in her arse was hot! Not uncomfortable so, but enough that it was noticeable. It was also different than any toy she's felt before. It almost seemed to…move inside her. Not like a vibrator, but like it was…alive.
Before she could contemplate the strange feeling further Harry suddenly moved. He pitched his hips back, drawing both his cock- and whatever the hell was in her arse- out before thrusting back inside. Cammi wailed as her body convulsed without warning. The dual sensations of being penetrated was too much for her nerves to handle, sending her careening over the edge into a pussy gushing orgasm.
"OhHH F-FUu-cCK!" She screamed.
Harry grunted into her ear as her walls spasmed around him and the mysterious object in her bum. Whatever it was pulsed in sync with her orgasm, sending jolts of mind-numbing pleasure up her spine.
"Now that I don't have to hide my magic-" He said into her ear. As he spoke, his hips never stopped, continuing to pound her twitching holes without so much as breaking a sweat. "I figured there'd be no harm in pulling out all the stops."
Cammi whimpered in both pleasure and confusion before suddenly she felt the mystery shaft pull from her arse. Though his cock still remained steadily fucking her, she was far more aware of something slithering up her stomach. Looking down, Cammi gasped in surprise as before her very eyes a shimmering tentacle of water slithered up between the valley of her breasts before wrapping loosely around her neck. The writhing tip of the watery tentacle took advantage of her shock, pushing its way past her lips and deep inside her mouth.
Her mind was briefly short circuited as it failed to comprehend just what the fuck was happening. In her hesitant state, the magical rope of water continued its mission, coiling tighter around her neck while Harry's hips pounded into her jiggly bum all the harder. A strangled gasp slipped past the tentacle in her mouth as her hair was suddenly yanked into a rough grasp. The tentacle on the other hand moved rapidly, using much of its length to erotically choke her while it thrust itself rapidly down her gullet.
Despite the reality warping nature of it all, Cammi couldn't help but be turned on all the more by the sheer kinkiness of it all. Her pussy gushed around Harry's length as she came for the second time that morning. Her mind was soon a haze of both pleasure and a not so small bit of asphyxiation. The thrusting tentacle forced its way down her throat just as fast as Harry pounded into her, producing all sorts of lewd sounds that echoed off the tile bathroom walls.
"GLURK GLURK GLURK!"
Over and over again she was brought to the brink. Her hair was tugged. Her arse was slapped. Her tits were squeezed. All the while Harry fucked her through one fiery orgasm to the next. Just as she was nearing her limit, knees shaking and weak beneath her while her mind clouded with the hazy fog of being pounded silly, Harry suddenly pulled away. The tentacle left as well, unwinding around her neck as his cock popped free from her sopping cunt. Even with her head buzzing with incomprehension, Cammi still knew what was about to happen.
Eagerly she turned and dropped to her knees, mouth already wide open and awaiting the girthy member of her emerald-eyes lover. He didn't disappoint, hilting his throbbing erection down her slutty throat.
She moaned whorishly as he spent his gushing load inside her mouth. Every pulse of his orgasm was accentuated by the slithering tentacle pumping lazily between her folds.
Cammi couldn't help herself. The taste of his cum on her tongue after a truly earth-shattering bout of shower sex relit the fire inside her loins. No sooner had he deposited the last drop of seed into her stomach did Cammi stand and grab Harry roughly by the arm. He could barely shout in surprise before the raven-haired vixen had him out of the shower and marching back into the bedroom. She paid no mind to the fact that they were both suddenly bone dry after spending so long in a steaming shower. Instead her mind was focused on one mission and one mission only: Milking every last drop of cum from Harry's balls before the morning was done.
With a giggle, Cammi released Harry's hand and jumped back on the messy bed. She lifted her arse high in the air, shaking it from side to side as she looked back towards her magical lover with a sultry gaze.
"C'mon Hot Stuff~" She purred, using two of her fingers to spread her puffy pussy lips apart. "I'm fucking soaked for you right now. Please, daddy~ "
Harry groaned, holding his stiff cock in his hand with a look of utter awe on his face. It took no time before he shuffled onto the bed behind her, his cock spearing her inner walls with virtually no resistance.
"Oh fuuuuckkk!" Cammie groaned as he hilted himself inside her once more. "Godyou really do have a magical cock! Oh fuck, h-harder!"
Harry grunted and obeyed her command, giving her rippling bum a hard swat as he hammered into her with thunderous force.
Cammi cursed and buried her face into the sheets below. A shuddering gasp left her lips with each powerful thrust into her velvety pussy. After the intense fucking she was subjected to moments earlier, Cammi desperately needed something to ground herself lest she be lost to the waves of pleasure.
Forcing her head up, the tattooed vixen looked for anything to keep her mind steady. The wall, the fireplace, Tonks, the cou- Wait, Tonks?!
All rational thought careened to a stop as she locked eyes with the smirking witch from where she sat next to the hearth. From the way Harry suddenly froze with his cock halfway inside her, he spotted their surprise guest as well.
"What the bloody- Tonks!" He exclaimed, pulling free from her folds in shock.
"Wotcher, 'daddy'." Tonks snickered with a waggle of her eyebrows. The senior auror nonchalantly unwrapped a scone from and took a generous bite, wiping a few crumbs from her robe after the fact all the while her eyes remained firmly on their nude bodies. "Don't stop on my account you two." She waved uncaringly. "It was just getting good! Seriously, just because I haven't been able to get a good dicking down lately doesn't mean I wanna cock block someone else." With a snort the metamorph took another bite of her scone and leveled them with a lazy smirk. "Really, I thought it was pretty hot actually."
Cammi pursed her lips in thought. It's not like she minded having an audience. Hell, certainly wouldn't be the first time her and Harry shagged with a spectator or two. Her friend Dacey was a total voyeur slut and Cammi was more than happy to let her sit in on a few of her and Harry's more vigorous rounds of sex. Casting a look over her shoulder, She gave Harry a quick shrug before pushing her bubbly arse against his stiff cock. Her emerald-eyed lover cursed under his breath as he gripped her round cheeks.
"Fuck it." He whispered, pushing his cock back inside her wet cunt with a small groan. Within moments he was thrusting into her at a steady pace, the sound of his hips slapping against her arse soon filling the room.
"So if you didn't come here to interrupt us-" Harry grunted as Cammi shuddered around him. "Fuck! Then w-why are you here?"
Tonks hummed, her eyes firmly on Harry's hips while he continued to fuck Cammi into a moaning mess on the bed. "To discuss the game plan now that Miss Bootylicious here knows about Magic." Tonks said through a mouthful of pastry. Moving her gaze down, Tonks directed her next words to Cammi. "Can't have you leaving here unprepared. First and foremost is protection." Cammi opened her mouth to respond yet all that came out was a slurred moan as her core shook with yet another rippling climax. "Sorry, what was that?" Tonks snickered. "I don't speak cock slut."
Cammi glared at the metamorph, though there was no real heat behind it. "T-Taser- In m-my purse- Hng!" She gasped, sinking her teeth into the mattress to stop the shattering moan from escaping her lips.
Tonks nodded regardless, somehow able to understand her broken words. "That helps a little, but I'm afraid you'll need a bit more than a stun gun to take down a trained Death Eater." Dusting off the last of the crumbs peppering her robes, Tonks reached into her pocket and quickly produced twin silver piercings bedazzled with twin teardrop-shaped emeralds. "Right, these little beauties were enchanted by my mum. Trust me when I say she's fucking wicked at protective bewitchments. This one-" She said, holding up one of the rings. "-has you basic self-defence charms. Since you can't activate the charms though my mum rigged a little dark magic detection array into it. If it senses any dark or otherwise aggressive magic around you, it'll produce a temporary shield that can rebound most simple curses or hexes."
Cammi nodded, though in truth she was more trusting Tonks' word than actually understanding how the trinket worked.
Before the metamorph could continue, Cammi's world was suddenly turned upside down as Harry flipped her over onto her back. She cooed in pleasure as he entered her once more, his cock slipping in easily thanks to the juices that coated his entire length.
"And the other one?" Harry chimed in, looking up to Tonks as he pushed Cammi's legs over the vixen's head, folding her in half. Tonks however, did not answer, her eyes glued to Cammi's jiggling tits with a slightly hooded gaze. "Tonks?"
The auror snapped out of her reverie with a start. "Wha-? Oh right! The second feeds off the first. Whenever the protective shield is activated this one will send out an S.O.S. message to my wand. If some Death Eater cunt tries anything, I'll be there before they can even blink, reigning down hell." She turned her gaze back to Harry, not so subtly stopping to stare at his thrusting cock for a beat with a lick of her lips before finally meeting his eyes. "I know you want to know if anything happens to Wonder Boy, but truthfully it's way easier for me to pop in and out than you. If worse comes to worse, I'll send you a patronus once I have Cammi safe, okay?"
Harry looked like he wanted to argue, but Cammi was too fast. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled her lover down for a searing kiss. He groaned against her lips. Upping the ante, Cammin wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her sweltering snatch.
"I-I'll be f-fine love. P-Promise." She whimpered against his lips.
Harry groaned but nodded, pressing his forehead against hers as he sawed his hips back and forth.
Tonks cleared her throat, interrupting their small moment as she stood. "That's not all. I'm also gonna be popping in every other day or so to teach you how to identify magic users and some beginner wards. Better you know what to look out for and how to avoid them than running around blind."
Cammi nodded once more. That made her feel a bit more relieved. She didn't like the idea of every stranger on the street potentially being a murderous warlock or whatever. If she could pick out those with magic she'd be able to take the proper precautions.
Suddenly, Tonks appeared in the corner of her vision. With a wink, the metamorph patted Harry's shoulder. "Ease up there lover boy. Need to put these on your girl."
Harry did as he was bid, sitting back up but never stopping his thrusts inside her.
Cammi did her best to move her raven locks out the way, yet before she could Tonks gave a snort and shook her head.
"Not that type of piercing sweetheart." Tonks smirked. "Better they're hidden so no two-bit enchanter out there spots them."
Cammi furrowed her brow in confusion before it dawned on her. Looking down to where her current nipple piercings sat she gave Tonks an incredulous look. "Seriously?"
"Either your tits or your clit babe. Up to you." Tonks shrugged.
Cammi rolled her eyes, adjusting herself to allow the metamorph full access to her breasts. Tonks wasted no time in removing her old silver studs. Between her legs, Harry slowed his movements so as to not jostle her too much while the auror worked.
The feeling of Tonk's fingers pinching her stiffened nipples sent a shudder of delight down Cammi's spine. She couldn't help but whimper pitifully as Tonks finished placing the piercings. The pink haired bombshell smirked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Before Cammi could so much as blink, Tonks had suddenly dipped herself down and wrapped her lips around Cammi's stiffened nub. Cammi gasped in a mix of pleasure and surprise as her newly bedazzled tit was sucked by the punkish babe. Reactively she jerked her hips, forcing Harry to groan out in his own announcement of pleasure.
At the sound of the emerald-eyed teen's moan, Tonks pulled off her tit with a 'pop!'
"Looks like Wonder Boy liked that even more than you." She stood back up with a giggle and slowly circled both of Cammi's jiggling mammaries. "You do have some pretty rocking tits. I think I'd like to see what they'd look like covered with cum~" Tonks said as she climbed onto the bed. "Harry be a dear and pull out your cock."
Harry glanced down at her hesitantly, unsure of what to do. Cammi, though, knew exactly what she wanted her lover to do. With a pleading look, she brought her hands up to squeeze her giant tits together enticingly. That was all the coaxing Harry needed as he quickly pulled his cock free from her folds, still glistening with her pussy juices.
No sooner had his member been freed than Tonks gripped his cock tightly and began to pump it with blindingly fast strokes.
"Fuck! T-Tonks-"
"Shh Wonder Boy. Just relax… Look how much she wants it. She's been such a good girl~ Don't you think she deserves a reward for being such a good little slut~?"
Cammi moaned in approval at the witch's words. Squeezing her tits even closer together, Cammi rolled her tongue out, eager for the shower of cum that was growing closer with each frantic stroke.
Harry groaned once more, signaling his final end. She watched excitedly as his cock pulsed once, twice, three times in Tonks's hand, spewing forth heavy jets of hot sticky cum all over her breasts and even landing a few drops on her face and tongue as well.
"Morgana above that's fucking hot!" Tonks purred, her hand still pumping Harry's thick cock even after he finished spending his entire load.
Finally, the punk woman released the cock between her fingers. A few small drops of cum clung to the woman's fingers. Tonks studied the sticky liquid for a moment before shrugging and popping her cum covered fingers into her mouth with a lewd sigh.
"Mmm~ Now then!" She said, pulling her now clean fingers free. "You two get cleaned up and meet me downstairs when you're ready to go. Afraid old Dumbles wants to see you after we drop Cammi off Lover Boy."
The sour look on Harry's face made Cammi giggle as she slowly massaged her cum-covered tits together. Casting one last look at Tonks, Cammi added another mental note to invite the pink-haired minx into her's and Harry's bed at the next opportunity. Just the thought of the two sexy magic users wrapped around her had Cammi practically salivating with lustful hunger…
…Plus it'd be the perfect Christmas present to Harry!