Chapter 3

Harry woke to someone sharking his shoulder roughly. Blinking his eyes open, he found himself staring up at Hermione’s disapproving face, her brow furrowed as she glared at him with her hands on her hips.

It took him a moment to realize he was still in bed with Tonks. He was pressed up against her naked back, her hand clutching his between her breasts, and his morning erection pressing against her ass.

“What are you doing?” Hermione hissed.

Blushing, Harry opened and closed his mouth several times.

“I asked him to stay,” Tonks mumbled sleepily as she cracked her eyes open.

“Tonks, I didn’t mean to wake you, I-”

“It’s fine, Hermione. Harry heard me having nightmares last night, so he came to check on me. I asked him to stay ‘cos I didn’t want to be alone. What, did you think he was taking advantage of me?” Tonks asked with a smirk.

“No, of course not!” Hermione said adamantly, her cheeks going pink. “It’s just that Mrs. Weasley told us not to disturb you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing he did. I'd’ve gone mad if he hadn’t given me my pain potion.” Tonks said.

Hermione covered her mouth as her eyes widened slightly.

“I’m so sorry, Tonks,” she said. “We just wanted to make sure you got some rest.”

“Don’t worry about it. Harry took care of me,” Tonks said, giving his hand a squeeze as she kept it trapped between her breasts. “Look, I appreciate you wanting to help, but sitting in here alone all day really sucks. Leaving someone isolated after a traumatic experience is one of the worst things you can do. Just- come check on me once in a while. If I'm asleep, you can always leave.”

“Okay, I'll tell Mrs. Weasley when she gets back,” Hermione said looking a bit contrite.

“Where did she go?” Harry asked.

“St. Mungo’s, Mr. Weasley is being released today,” she said.

“That’s great!” Harry said, feeling relieved.

Just then, they heard a tapping at the window.

“It’s Hedwig,” said Hermione.

Walking over to the window, she unhooked the latch and let the snowy owl into the room. Hedwig chirped gratefully at Hermione as she flew past her, and landed on Harry’s knee as he sat up.

“Hey girl,” Harry said.

He stroked the feathers on the top of her head several times before untying the package wrapped in brown paper that was attached to her leg.

“Can I borrow your wand?” He asked Tonks.

Nodding, Tonks rolled over onto her back with a groan and pulled her wand out from under her pillow before handing it to him. Smiling his thanks, Harry took the wand and tapped the package.

“Finite.”

Harry watched as the package grew from the size of a matchbox to the size of a large book in his lap.

Handing Tonks her wand, he ripped the paper open and smiled as he read the note inside.

“What is it?” Hermione asked, curious.

“It’s from Fleur,” Harry said. “I asked her to get a couple of things for Tonks. Acromantula silk sheets and a jar of Veela cream.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Harry. That stuff’s expensive,” Tonks said.

“What’s the point of being loaded if I can’t buy nice things for my friends?” Harry asked.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Sirius,” she said with a smile, recognizing where he picked up that particular saying.

Harry smiled at her before climbing out of the bed and walking around to her side. As he helped her into a sitting position, he noticed that she was moving around a bit easier today.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“A bit,” she answered. “It still hurts to move, but not as bad as it did yesterday.”

“That’s good. Here,” he said.

Harry handed her a vial of pain potion after removing the cork. While her hands still shook, she was able to hold them steady for long enough that she was able to drink it herself. They shared a small smile at her success as he took the empty vial back.

“I’ll go get you some breakfast,” Hermione offered, moving to leave.

“Can you help me with the sheets first, Hermione?” Harry asked.

Pausing on her way to the door, she nodded.

“Are you okay to sit in the chair for a couple of minutes?” Harry asked Tonks.

When she nodded, he picked her up bridal style, Tonks hissing in discomfort from the movement.

Gently, he sat her down in the chair next to the bed while Hermione started stripping the bed. Grabbing the dark blue, silk sheets that Fleur had sent him, they put them on the bed and changed two of the four pillowcases. As Harry pulled back the top sheet and moved Tonks back into the bed, Hermione left to get them some of the breakfast Mrs. Weasley had made before leaving for St. Mungo’s.

“Ooh, these are nice,” Tonks said as she got comfortable.

“Do they bother you like the old ones did?” he asked.

“No, these are much better. Thank you,” she said with a smile.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, Tonks pulled him down and kissed him softly. They smiled at each other as they separated, and Harry picked up the jar of Veela cream.

“Do you want me to put some of this on you? It really helps with the soreness,” Harry said.

“Is this just an excuse for you to feel me up?” Tonks asked teasingly.

“Do I need one?” Harry asked with a smile as he slid his hand up her ribs to cup her breast.

“I guess not,” Tonks said, smiling.

Rubbing his thumb over the smooth, soft skin of her breast, Harry leaned down to kiss her again. When he sat back up, he opened the jar of Veela cream and scooped some out. Rubbing it between his hands to warm it up, he started rubbing it onto her arm, starting at the shoulder. After doing both arms, he moved to her chest. Tonks bit her lip and moaned softly as he paid special attention to her breasts. After

ensuring they were liberally coated, he moved down to her stomach and legs. Before he could get to her back, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Tonks called out as Harry pulled the silk sheet over her.

Hermione cracked the door open and peeked in before opening it the rest of the way. Ron trailed in behind her as she set the tray of food she was holding on the stand next to the bed.

“Is there anything in particular you want?” Hermione asked.

“Just some toast and bacon,” Tonks said.

After spending an hour with Tonks talking, and helping her eat, Sirius called up the stairs.

“Ron, your dad’s back!”

Without a word, Ron shot out of his chair and took off down the stairs. Hermione got up more sedately, turning to look at Harry questioningly.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” he said.

“Okay, just don’t take too long,” she told him.

Once Hermione left, closing the door behind her, Harry turned to Tonks.

“Do you want to try and go down?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said with a smile. “I’m going mad staying in this room.”

Harry stood and grabbed the softest pair of pants and shirt that he could find.

“Do you want underwear?” he asked.

“Knickers, but no bra.” Tonks said.

Grabbing a pair of silk, though rather unflattering panties, he walked back over to the bed and helped Tonks dress. She waved him off as Harry moved to pick her up. Sitting up slowly, she eased her legs over the side of the bed.

“Let me try and walk first,” she said.

“Okay,” Harry said slowly.

Harry felt a bit dubious about her trying to walk. Tonks wasn’t exactly known for her grace, after all.

Staying close and keeping a hand on her lower back just in case, Harry helped her unsteadily to her feet as she hissed in pain. Harry knew what she was feeling. From his experience with the Cruciatus curse, he knew that her muscles would be screaming, similar to overexerting oneself while exercising - except what Tonks was feeling would be much worse, and throughout her entire body.

As she took a step, Tonks wobbled, and Harry wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling over.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, though he could hear the strain in her voice. “Can you hand me my wand?”

Keeping one hand on her waist, he quickly leaned over and grabbed her wand off the bedside table.

Offering it to her, Tonks took it and gave it a complicated twirl. The air swirled in front of her as the very air seemed to come together to form a wooden cane. Once it was fully formed, it fell to the floor with a thunk. Bending over, Harry picked it up and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said.

With the cane in her left hand, Harry stood on her right side as she started walking towards the door.

Using the cane to steady herself, Harry found that she was much steadier than before. Opening the door for her, Tonks slowly made her way down the hall towards the stairs. Watching her, Harry could see her becoming worn out after only walking a few meters. When they finally reached the stairs, and Tonks looked ready to try and walk down, Harry decided she had done enough for now. As she stopped to catch her breath, he picked her up bridal style.

“Harry!” Tonks exclaimed.

“You did good, but there’s no way in hell I'm letting you walk downstairs,” he told her.

“Fine,” she sulked, drawing out the word.

The fact that she didn’t argue told him that just walking to the stairs had taken a lot out of her. Carefully, Harry carried her down to the first floor. Following the voices he could hear, he carried her into the living room where he found the rest of the house gathered around Mr. Weasley, who was resting on the couch.

“There he is!” Mr. Weasley said happily when he spotted Harry, but his face morphed into a frown as he spotted Tonks. “Tonks, what happened to you?”

“They didn’t tell you?” she asked as Harry sat her down on a love seat that Ginny and Fred kindly vacated.

“Tell me what?” Mr. Weasley asked.

“I didn’t want to worry you while you were recovering, dear.” Mrs. Weasley said as she bustled about, fluffing the pillows behind his head and throwing a blanket over his legs.

“I’m fine, Molly,” Mr. Weasley said. “What happened?”

Harry sat down on the love seat next to Tonks as she explained how she had been captured by Death Eaters. Understandably, she didn’t go into detail about what she went through, but she provided the basics, and Harry didn’t feel as if she was hiding anything they didn’t already know.

“Well, that’s our Harry for you,” Mr. Weasley said when she was finished. “Always doing what’s right.”

“Don’t encourage him, Arthur,” Mrs. Weasley said sternly. “It was incredibly dangerous. He could have been caught.”

“I don’t like Harry putting himself in danger than you do, but if it wasn’t for him neither Ginny nor Tonks would be here,” he reminded her.

“Or me,” Hermione added quietly.

“Or me,” Sirius added proudly.

“That’s our Harry,” Fred said smiling.

“Always saving the damsel in distress,” George said, patting Sirius on the shoulder.

Sirius nodded along with them for a second before pausing as his brow furrowed.

“Are you calling me a damsel?” he asked.

“You do have the hair for it,” Remus said with a small smile, breaking his silence.

“In case you haven’t noticed, women don’t have goatees,” Sirius pointed out.

“Well, there was that one witch you took home after Frank’s bachelor party th-”

“That we swore to never mention again!” Sirius said, glaring at Remus pointedly.

“Let’s talk about something else, shall we?” Mrs. Weasley asked, giving Sirius and Remus a stern look as the rest of the room chuckled.

Half an hour later, while the Twins were demonstrating one of their new inventions that they told Mrs.

Weasley they had bought at Zonko’s, the doorbell rang, setting off Mrs. Black’s portrait. It took a couple of minutes for Remus and Sirius to shut her up, and when they came back, Madam Pomfrey was with them.

“Good morning, everyone,” Madam Pomfrey said.

Setting her bag down on the floor next to the love seat, she gave Tonks a quick appraisal with her wand.

“How are you feeling today?” she asked Tonks.

“A little better,” Tonks replied. “I managed to walk a little bit, and Harry got me some Veela cream that helps with the aches.”

“That’s good. You got acquire it from Ms. Delacour, I presume?” Madam Pomfrey asked Harry.

“Yeah,” he said.

Nodding, Madam Pomfrey cast a few more charms on Tonks before putting her wand away.

“You seem to be healing nicely,” she said. “Moving around some is good for you, but don’t overdo it. If you feel up to it, I want you to start doing some light stretching once or twice a day. It will help keep your muscles from tightening up.”

“Okay, thanks Poppy,” Tonks said with a smile.

“You’re quite welcome,” she said before turning her wand on Harry.

“Why are you checking on me?” he asked. “I’m fine.”

“With your track record, I'll believe it when I see it,” Madam Pomfrey told him. “Now, sit still. This will only take a moment.”

Harry sighed as the rest of the room chuckled at his plight. Madam Pomfrey spent a couple of minutes checking him over with her wand before she finally stopped.

“Have you been sleeping well lately?” she questioned.

“I guess,” Harry said with a shrug.

“And your scar?” she asked, eyeing it closely.

“It’s fine,” he said.

He certainly wasn’t going to tell her it hurt almost constantly these days. If he did, she’d have him in the Infirmary for the rest of the year.

“Alright, you seem to be in good health,” Madam Pomfrey finally relented.

Harry sighed in relief as she picked up her bag and moved over to check on Mr. Weasley. When she was done, Madam Pomfrey gave him a couple of potions and a cream to apply daily for a week before bidding them goodbye and leaving through the front door. For the rest of the morning, everyone spent time chatting and joking in the living room. Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley was so focused on fussing over Mr. Weasley, that she neglected to send them off to clean the house. Although, with Dobby now around the house, cleaning was hardly as bad as it had been.

By the time lunch rolled around, Tonks was visibly getting tired and ended up resting her head on Harry’s shoulder. For some reason, that caused both Mrs. Weasley and Hermione to frown at them.

After lunch Harry carried Tonks back up to her bedroom and tucked her in. As she unconsciously snuggled into the silk sheets cutely, he smiled down at her. Stroking her cheek softly, he bent down and kissed her forehead. When he turned around to leave, he found Hermione watching him from the doorway, arms crossed with a frown on her face.

Knowing he was in for a lecture about something he had done, Harry left the room and closed the door quietly behind him.

“What’s going on with you and Tonks?” Hermione asked softly the moment the door was closed.

Holding his finger up to his lips, he waved for her to follow him and led her to his room a short way down the hall.

“Well?” she asked impatiently as he sat down on the bed.

“I’m just helping her get better, Hermione,” Harry said.

“It looks like more than that,” she said.

“Look, I know we’ve been through a lot together, but this is something you’ve never experienced, and I hope you never have to,” he said. “You don’t know what it’s like to be at someone else’s mercy and to be tortured like that. I have. You feel so helpless. Even after escaping, you still feel like you’ve never going to be completely safe ever again. It’s just- I know what she’s feeling right now, and I know how to help.”

“I appreciate you wanting to help her, Harry. But you two seem to be getting awfully close.” Hermione said.

“Why is that such a bad thing?” Harry asked, his frustration bleeding into his voice. “What? I'm not allowed to make other friends?

“That’s not what I mean,” she said placatingly as she ran a hand through her bushy hair. “It’s just that we’re going back to Hogwarts soon, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I’m a big boy, Hermione,” he said, annoyed. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” Hermione said, her own frustration showing. “You’re under a lot of stress. With everything going on at school and the Ministry, I don’t want to see you making things harder for yourself. I'm just worried about you, okay?”

Seeing how sincere and troubled she looked deflated Harry’s anger. Sighing, he patted the bed next to him. Biting her lips, Hermione sat down next to him and leaned against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.

“Sorry,” Harry said quietly.

“It’s alright,” she told him, but Harry shook his head.

“No, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I'm just so angry all the time. I hate it,” he said, rubbing his burning scar.

“I know,” Hermione said. “Just try to remember I'm on your side.”

“I know,” he said, leaning over to rest his cheek against the top of her head.

Harry and Hermione sat in a comfortable silence for a long moment.

“You like her, don’t you?” she asked eventually.

“Yeah,” Harry said.

After sitting together quietly for a little while longer, they went back downstairs. A couple of hours later, Harry went back up to check on Tonks. He found her just waking up and helped her back down to the living room. Since Mr. Weasley was upstairs resting, Harry sat in the middle of the couch with Tonks on one side, and Hermione on the other. Ron, Ginny, the twins, Sirius, and Remus lounged in chairs around the room, talking and laughing as Fred demonstrated one of their new sweets that made his nose hair grow a foot long.

With Mrs. Weasley busy cooking dinner and taking care of Mr. Weasley, everyone was able to talk a bit more freely. Sirius filled them in on some of what was happening with the Order and the Ministry, Remus trying halfheartedly to stop him. Eventually, Sirius asked Harry to tell him about some of the more dangerous adventures he had had while at Hogwarts. Harry tried to downplay it as much as he could, but Ron and Hermione had a tendency to jump in and cover anything he left out.

“Wow,” Sirius said, looking both awed and horrified. “And I thought we did some crazy things at school.

Guess they’ve got us beat, eh Moony?”

Remus shook his head.

“I’m just glad they have Hermione to keep them from getting in over their heads,” he said.

“Yeah,” Sirius said. “And I thought Lily had a hard time keeping us in line.”

“You have no idea,” Hermione said shaking her head.

Don’t let Hermione fool you,” Harry said with a mischievous grin. “She’s probably the worst out of all of us.”

“I am not!” Hermione exclaimed, looking offended.

Holding up his hand, Harry began ticking things off on his fingers.

“You created and organized a secret and illegal Defense club in clear violation of the Ministry’s Educational Decrees,” he said.

“Well, we need to learn how to defend ourselves, and Umbridge certainly isn’t going to do it,” Hermione said defensively.

“You blackmailed Rita Skeeter,” said Harry, continuing as if she hadn’t spoken.

“She’s an illegal Animagus and she was spying on us. You saw those things she wrote about us and Hagrid,” Hermione said, her cheeks flushing pink as everyone looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“You used a Time Turner to go back and help a wanted murderer escape custody.”

“I did it to save your life! And Sirius was innocent,” Hermione exclaimed, her cheeks steadily turning a darker shade of red.

“You brewed Polyjuice Potion to sneak into the Slytherin common room and trick Malfoy into giving us information, which I'm pretty sure is illegal,” Harry continued.

“It is if the person you’re impersonating doesn’t give you permission,” Remus said.

“I- we-” Hermione stuttered.

“And” Harry interrupted, “my personal favorite. You set Snape on fire.”

“I thought he was trying to kill you!” Hermione wailed, her face a bright red as everyone gaped at her.

“I- I- Oh my God, I'm a horrible person.”

Hermione dropped her face into her hands while Sirius barked out a delighted laugh.

“No, you’re not,” Harry said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “You’re a great friend and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Red faced, Hermione looked up and glared at him.

“Wow, Hermione,” Tonks said. “I didn’t know you had it in you. Did you really set Snape on fire?”

“I thought he was trying to curse Harry off his broom,” she said in her own defense.

“Good job you didn’t set his hair on fire,” Harry said. “With all that grease, we’d have never put him out.”

Hermione smacked his arm as everyone in the room howled in laughter. Even she couldn’t hold her stern expression for long before she cracked a smile and covered her mouth as she giggled.

Later, when dinner was ready, Harry carried Tonks into the kitchen to join everyone at the table. Mr.

Weasley, though he moved gingerly, was able to walk on his own. While Mrs. Weasley fussed over him all through the meal, Harry did his best to help Tonks. She was able to eat mostly on her own, but towards the end, her hands started shaking badly enough that he had to help her. Tonks smiled at him and squeezed his hand gratefully under the table for his efforts.

Once dinner was over, everyone one moved back into the living room. Not long after that, Kingsley arrived.

“Wotcher, Shack,” Tonks greeted him with a smile.

“Hello, Tonks,” he said. “Feeling better?”

“A bit,” she said. “I still feel like I've been trampled by a dragon, but I’m better than I was yesterday.”

“That’s good,” he said, taking a seat across from the couch Tonks and Harry were sitting in. “I have some bad news. We found Greene and another wizard we think was his accomplice in Cornwall. They’re dead.”

“Any idea what happened?” Tonks asked in an emotionless tone.

Harry could see the conflicting emotions on her face. He knew she was relieved the people who tortured her were dead, but disappointed she wasn’t the one to catch them. It also meant there was no way to use them to prove Voldemort was back.

“Not exactly, but from the looks of things, it wasn’t a pleasant way to go,” Kingsley said. “Despite evidence to the contrary, Fudge stepped in and ruled it a murder suicide.”

“Of course, he did,” Tonks muttered disgustedly.

“He ordered Bones to close the case,” Kingsley continued. “They had quite the row in the office. She tried to fight him on it, but he wouldn’t budge. He even threated to replace her with someone else if she wasn’t going to fall in line.”

“Can he do that?” Hermione asked, aghast.

“With the support he has in the Wizengamot right now, I'm afraid he can,” he answered heavily.

“This is ridiculous,” Harry said angrily. “There has to be something we can do. Can’t we just dress up like Death Eaters and stage an attack?”

“The Order’s talked about it,” Sirius said. “The problem is anything public enough to force Fudge’s hand would be incredibly dangerous, not just for us, but for the public as well. If any one of us was caught, whatever credibility Dumbledore has left would be gone. Voldemort could spend years preparing to take over the Ministry and there’d be nothing we could do to stop it.”

“Does it have to be public?” Harry asked. “I mean, the only person we really need to convince is Fudge right?”

“What do you have in mind, Harry?” Tonks asked curiously.

“Well, what if we just kidnap Fudge?” he asked. “If we did it while pretending to be Death Eaters, maybe have someone pretend to be Voldemort, there’s no way he could ignore that, right? Fudge is convinced, and the only people put in danger would be the Order members.”

“It’s an interesting idea,” Kingsley admitted thoughtfully. “Fudge only has a minimal guard. We would be at risk of getting caught, though, and I don’t know how we’d get someone to impersonate You-Know-Who. I doubt even Severus could get a hold of the nail clippings required for Polyjuice.”

“I could do it,” Tonks said excitedly. “I just need a Pensieve to see what he looks like. When I'm better obviously.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Remus interrupted. “It’s a good idea, but there’s still a lot of risk involved. We’ll have to talk to Dumbledore about it first.”

“Just don’t tell him it was my idea. He’d probably ignore it just based on that,” Harry said bitterly.

Tonks reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze as she smiled at him.

“He’s just trying to protect you, Harry,” Remus said.

“That’s easy to say when he’s not keeping secrets from you about your life,” Harry said.

Before Remus could respond, Mrs. Weasley returned, helping Mr. Weasley into the room. Silently, everyone unanimously decided to change the subject. Kingsley stayed for a while longer before heading home. For the rest of the evening, Remus, Sirius, and the twins entertained the room with amusing stories about things that happened at Hogwarts. When it grew late, Mrs. Weasley sent everyone off to bed. Bidding everyone goodnight, Harry carried Tonks back upstairs to her room and laid her on the bed.

“Can you help me out of these clothes?” Tonks asked. “They’re really starting to irritate me.”

“Sure,” Harry said with a smile.

Tonks groaned in discomfort as Harry gently helped her out of her clothes. Her wincing was the worst when she had to raise her arms so he could take off her shirt. Harry grimaced in sympathy, knowing how badly her joints must hurt.

“Do you want me to put more Veela cream on you?” he asked.

“Please,” she said.

Reaching for the jar, he rubbed a decent amount of the white, flowery scented cream between his hands.

“Front or back first?” Harry asked.

“Back,” Tonks said with a groan as she rolled over.

Starting at her shoulder, Harry began massaging the cream into her smooth skin. Tonks let out a low, sensuous moan as he gently kneaded her sore, aching muscles. After rubbing it into her arms, he put more cream on his hands before moving down her back. As he reached her wide hips, he couldn’t help but admire her fantastic bum. Full, round, and muscular, he made sure to massage and caress every inch of her protruding cheeks. From the moans that escaped her lips, Harry didn’t think she minded him indulging himself a bit. Eventually, he decided to move down to her legs, his slick hands sliding along her thick, smooth thighs.

“That feels so good,” Tonks groaned pleasurably.

Smiling, Harry wrapped both hands around one of her thighs and slid them up and down. As the side of his finger neared her mound, he could feel the heat radiating off her core. Fighting the desire to tease her further, her moved over to the other leg. Once he was finished with her thighs, he moved down to cover her calves and feet. From the noises she made, Tonks especially seemed to like having her feet rubbed. That was something he definitely needed to file away for later.

“Ready to roll over?” he asked.

Groaning, Tonks rolled over onto her back with her eyes closed. A peaceful, relaxed expression came over her face as he began rubbing her chest. His hands glided over her breasts, the soft yet firm mounds filling his hands. Her pink nipples stiffened under his touch while Tonks moaned contentedly. As he did with her bum, Harry spent a few moments indulging himself in her beautiful curves. Continuing down, he massaged his way down her abs to her hips.

As his hands neared her mound, Tonks bucked her hips slightly with a quiet whine. He smiled, knowing what she wanted, but Harry had a different plan in mind. His hands continued gliding down her thighs and shins to her feet. Climbing onto the bed between her legs, he rubbed his hands back up to her knees before bending over placing a kiss on the inside of the joint. Tonks readily spread her legs open for him as he slowly kissed his way up the inside of her thigh. Surprisingly, the Veela cream gave her skin a slightly sweet taste as his tongue ran over her skin.

When he neared her warm core, Tonks ran her fingers lightly through his hair, her nails softly scraping his scalp. Looking up, he watched her face as she laid back with her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly as she panted with growing anticipation. Her breath hitched when he kissed around the outside of her lips, her fingers tightening in his hair. As her excitement grew, he could taste her arousal with every breath.

Harry, deciding he had teased her enough, kissed her lips before sticking out his tongue and moving it up and down between them. Tonks’ long nails scraped along his scalp as she let out a hiss and pulled him forward. Holding his tongue out rigidly, he pushed it into her depths and wiggled it along her soft walls.

Moaning, Tonks bucked her hips, grinding herself against his face. Harry pulled his tongue back, the taste of her arousal coating his mouth, before licking from bottom to top. With the tip of his tongue, he gently teased around the outside of her swollen clit, checking to see how sensitive she was.

He found out when Tonks gripped his hair roughly, and rolling her hips while a shuddering moan left her lips. Chuckling, he pressed his tongue flat against her engorged nub and undulated it.

“Oh fuck,” Tonks groaned, her legs trembling around him.

Slipping one hand under his body, Harry sank one of his fingers into her depths while he continued pressing his tongue against her clit. Tonks panted and moaned as he slowly drove her towards her peak, her hips bucking while her hands clenched in his hair. His erection throbbed with excitement as he slipped a second finger into her tight core, her hot, smooth walls grasping his digits. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have her wrapped around his cock as his fingers sawed in and out of her. Pressing his tongue more firmly against her clit, Tonks shuddered and gasped.

“Harry,” she whimpered desperately.

Watching her face, Harry wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and sucked lightly. Tonks’ body tensed, her legs quivering around his head. Gripping his hair almost painfully, she ground herself against his face roughly as a shuddering moan left her lips. He continued teasing her with his lips, tongue, and fingers while she rode out her sudden climax, her arousal coating his chin and soaking his hand. After a surprisingly long time, Tonks collapsed limply onto the bed, gasping for breath as her body continued to shake and tremble.

Harry couldn’t keep the smug smile off his face as he sat up and pulled his fingers out of her. Climbing up to his hands and knees, he kissed his way up her stomach, breasts, and neck. Wrapping her hands tiredly around his neck, Tonks pulled him down for a slow, sensual kiss, her tongue dancing with his, uncaring about the taste of her own arousal. Running his hand up her side, Harry cupped one of her breasts, gently massaging it. Tonks moaned into his mouth before pulling her lips back from his and staring at him with a sultry look.

“Take these off,” she whispered heatedly as she tugged at his shirt.

Smiling, Harry pecked her on the lips before climbing off of her and standing next to the bed. As he quickly stripped out of his clothes, Tonks reached down to rub herself while staring at the bulge in his loose cotton pants. With a gasp, she pulled her hand away and clamped her legs together.

“Sensitive?” Harry asked while dropping his pants to the floor.

Tonks bit her lip and nodded as she stared lustfully at his rigid cock. Smiling, Harry sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked her cheek.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” he told her.

“I might be too sensitive to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do anything,” Tonks said with a smirk as she grabbed her breasts and pushed them together. “How ‘bout I use the girls to help you out. You seem to like them enough.”

Harry raised an eyebrow and his cock twitched at the thought, causing Tonks to laugh.

“Looks like someone likes that idea,” she said teasingly.

Chuckling, Harry climbed back onto the bed and straddled her chest. Tonks reached up and stroked his length, drawing a pleasured groan from Harry.

“Merlin, you have a nice cock,” Tonks said.

Reaching over to the nightstand, Tonks scooped up some of the Veela cream and smeared it onto his shaft.

“Gah! Cold,” Harry yelped.

Tonks laughed and rubbed it along his length before stroking him again.

“That better?” she asked.

“Much,” he groaned as her slick hand glided easily up and down his shaft.

Grabbing a bit more cream, Tonks smeared it between her breasts which she then sandwiched around his cock. Harry groaned as his length was enveloped by her soft, warm mounds. Pushing her hands gently out of the way, he pressed her bountiful breasts more firmly around him and started thrusting.

Despite Tonks having a sizable bust, the tip of his length still peeked out from between the valley of her breasts each time he thrust forward. The feeling of his slickened head popping in and out of her warm, soft cleavage felt incredible, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

“You think that feels good, just wait ‘til you’re in me,” Tonks said as she watched his red, swollen tip peek out from between her breasts before disappearing again. “Merlin, I can’t wait to ride your cock.”

Throbbing at the thought, Harry groaned as he picked up the pace. Due to how excited he had gotten taking care of Tonks earlier, it didn’t take long for him to feel his climax start to build. Since he knew

Tonks couldn’t keep this up for long without getting sore, he didn’t bother to hold back. Tonks, realizing he was getting close, lifted her head up and licked the head of his cock as it popped out from between her tits. Harry hissed as her tongue flicked over his sensitive tip, causing his length to jerk excitedly.

“Come on, Harry,” Tonks said pleadingly. “Cum all over my face.”

With just a few more thrusts, Harry groaned as he hit his peak and jerked his hips forward. Tonks squealed laughingly as a massive string of cum rocketed from his tip and splashed against her chin and face. Opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, she tilted her head forward while he released several more powerful shots. While a good amount landed in her wide-open mouth, some still left long streaks over her lips and nose.

Harry shuddered as his climax came to an end, the last few dribbles leaking out between her breasts while he bucked his hips. Panting, he swung his leg over her and collapsed on the bed next to her.

Smiling at him, Tonks scooped the cum on her chin into her mouth with the side of her finger and sucked it clean with a wink.

“Are you always this kinky?” Harry asked with a teasing smile.

“Yep,” Tonks said while rubbing the cum on her chest into her skin.

Chuckling, Harry grabbed his shirt of the bed and used it to clean her off before cleaning it with her wand. Tossing the shirt aside, he laid on his side next to her and gave her a kiss while his hand rested on her stomach.

“Will you stay tonight?” Tonks asked quietly as they broke apart.

“Yeah, let’s just make sure to set an alarm this time,” he said, causing both of them to laugh softly.

“At least it wasn’t someone else,” she said. “I don’t know what would be worse, Molly’s yelling or Sirius’

teasing.”

Harry shuddered at the thought.

“Let’s not find out,” he said.

Tonks laughed before yawning, her eyes beginning to droop. Grabbing a pain potion off the nightstand, he helped her drink it before laying back down next to her. Tonks hugged his arms between her breasts as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Harry smiled as he watched her face relax peacefully. He didn’t know what would happen between them when he went back to school, but for now, he was just going to enjoy spending time with her while he could.