Warning Signs

I woke up to the sound of many voices surrounding me. My head was still aching and my body did not want to move as my eyes slowly opened. Blurred faces and distant voices overcame me as I struggled to get my eyes into focus. I wondered if escaping from Bellatrix’s torture was just an illusion.

Finally, my eyes adjusted and I was able to see who was standing over me. The beautiful Hermione, the talented Dumbledore, the mousy Ginny Weasley, the intelligent Minerva McGonagall, and a worried looking Harry Potter.

Hermione wrapped her arms around my neck and held me with a death-grip that even Lord Voldemort would have a hard time breaking. “Tonks! You’re awake!” She cried out, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. After what I had been through I couldn’t help but cling to her, feeling tears in my own eyes as flashes of Bellatrix tormenting me entered my mind.

“Hermione, give her room to breathe!” The red-haired Ginny exclaimed, attempting to dislodge Hermione from our lingering hug.

Hermione reluctantly let go and was satisfied with gripping my arm gently instead. “Are you alright, Tonks? What happened?”

I opened my mouth to speak but no words formed. How could I tell the woman I loved and several witnesses what Bellatrix had done to me? It was embarrassing, I was so ashamed… Once again for the millionth time I had let my guard down and suffered for it.

Albus Dumbledore, an aged wizard with the longest silver beard I had ever seen on a man, met my eyes with a frown. I always wondered how he managed to not trip over his long flowing wizard robes, which seemed to drag behind him wherever he walked. Just as I was about to address him, the door to the infirmary swung open and in came Remus Lupin, Mad Eye Moody, and Kingsley Shacklebolt, all fellow Auror’s of mine that were proud members of the Order of the Phoenix.

“Nymphadora! Are you alright?” Lupin asked, looking extremely concerned. Age had taken its toll on him lately and he seemed to be less energetic than he had been when he and I first met. Never-the-less he was still a highly valued Auror in the eyes of the Ministry and my own. I was both surprised and pleased that the Ministry had never held the fact that he was a werewolf against him.

“If you keep calling me Nymphadora I won’t be the only one in the room that isn’t alright!” I growled, hating my first name with a passion. Lupin seemed to be the only member of the Order that forgot that I preferred to be called by my surname.

Lupin grinned and cheerfully patted my hand. “Well, I guess that answers my question!” He exclaimed, beaming happily at me. For the first time in my life I felt like slapping him across his smiling face. At the moment I just wanted to be alone with Hermione, I wanted everyone else in the room to leave me the hell alone. I wasn’t in the mood for talking and I knew that the Order would want information on why I was kidnapped.

Albus seemed to sense my distress. He clasped his hands loudly in front of him and looked at everyone in the room. “Well, I think it would be wise to let this young Auror get some more rest. She seems to have gone through a great ordeal and we do not want to distress her even more by all of us expecting answers from her. I myself would fancy a nice cup of tea, or perhaps a large brandy at the moment. Anyone else care to join me?”

Minerva McGonagall, an old yet extremely wise witch and head of Gryffindor house, spoke up at once. “Of course, Headmaster. Come along now, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, let’s get going.”

I shook my head. “Hermione stays.”

Minerva looked shocked at first but then she simply nodded her head. “Of course, Tonks, forgive me.”

Hermione turned to face Ginny and Harry. “I’ll meet up with you guys later, okay?”

They both nodded and left the room. Remus patted my hand one last time and I smiled at Mad Eye and Kingsley, who set the flowers they had brought for me beside the hospital bed. I kissed both of their cheeks after receiving a warm hug from them and watched as one by one everyone piled out of the infirmary and Hermione and I were left alone

Hermione pulled up a chair and reached out, taking my hand into her own. “Tonks…”

I listened to her voice trail off and sighed. “Hermione, you do not want to know what Bellatrix Lestrange did to me after she captured me…”

I felt her fingers running tenderly through my short hair, brushing some of my matted down bangs off of my forehead. I hadn’t realized how sweaty I was until now, but the air was cool and my temperature seemed to be returning to normal.

“Tonks you were barely alive when we found you. You had lost a lot of blood, Madame Pomfrey had to give you a blood replenishing potion to revive you. Albus thought for sure that you weren’t going to make it-”

I cut her off, unable to help the rage that was pouring through me. “Well, isn’t that wonderful. I’m glad to see that the most respected member of the Order has little faith in me, but I‘m starting to understand why he wouldn’t. I have let my guard down three times in these past years and the Order has suffered dearly for it.”

Hermione bit her lip. “Tonks, I understand your anger-”

“No, I don’t think you do! I don’t think you understand how hard life is for me right now! I’m losing it, Hermione, I am bloody lucky that I didn’t crack underneath Bellatrix’s narcistic whip! And you aren’t helping me either! I told you we can’t have a relationship! We just can’t…”

And then my voice lost its clairvoyance so that I could speak no longer and I began to sob uncontrollably. Despite the fact that I had no right to take my ideals out on her, she gathered me into her arms and held me while I cried until I had no tears left to shed.

She slid beside me on the bed and cradled me in her arms. Suddenly I felt like our roles were reversed and Hermione was the adult and I the child. I couldn’t help but bury my face in her warm neck, and come to the startling realization that I needed her love and support now more than ever. I had cracked in my own way, having never before been this depressed in my life, not even when I was an adoloscent teenager struggling to understand just where my life was headed.

I woke up several hours later feeling rested. Hermione was holding me tightly and I knew she had never let go of me once during the time that I had spent sleeping in her small arms. I stretched and ran my fingers through her hair, watching her sleep with a smile on my face. I wanted her, needed her, but I knew in the back of my mind that it could not be.

As I started to move out of her arms she suddenly tightened her hold and her chestnut-colored eyes opened. A lazy smile spread across her face and she let out a purr that made me grin.

“And where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her fingers sliding up and down my spine, causing me to shiver in response to her touch.

I sighed, defeated. “Nowhere.”

She reached out and touched my face. “Are you going to scream at me again, Tonks?”

I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head as I took in the bewildered look on her face. After I stopped laughing, I absently snuggled closer to her and stared hard into her eyes. “I’m alright.”

“Tonks, we need to talk about…” She let out a loud sigh, searching my eyes desperately as if they would give her the answers she so desired at this very moment. “Oh, bloody hell, I hope I don’t regret this!”

Before I knew what was happening her hands were curled in my hair and she was kissing me hard on the mouth. The worst part was that I was kissing her back and bloody enjoying every second of it.

Both of us were panting hard when the kiss was broken. I leaned forward and kissed her again, climbing so that I was on top of her on the bed. I wondered if I was going to regret making love to her again later when it was all over, but then I realized that I could give two shit’s less and all I wanted more than anything in this world was for her to scream my name so loudly that the whole Castle would wonder if a banshee had been let loose within the halls.

Her legs wrapped around my waist and she grinded her crotch against mine in an erotic rhythm that left me winded and I cursed the fact that both of us were covered in annoying garments commonly known as clothes.

“Help me get your clothes off,” I muttered, breaking from the kiss for a split second to command her to do so. My hands were trembling so badly that I knew trying to strip her right now would be nearly useless.

I was kissing her neck and sliding my hands under her multi-colored sweater. It had only been a day or two since we had made love but for me it felt like a thousand years. I never wanted to be apart from this girl again, having sex with her was so euphoric for me that I knew I would crave it every second of every passing day after all was said and done.

“Tonks, wait… Wait, wait, wait!” She pleaded, letting out soft groans as my hands covered her bra-covered breasts, squeezing and fondling roughly until she arched her back off the bed, writhing underneath me.

I kissed her passionately and she threaded her fingers through my hair, clinging to me as I undid the clasp to her bra behind her back. It fell from her small breasts which were soon being held in my quivering hands.

“Hermione, I’ve been waiting, damn it!” I snapped, my thumbs wiggling her nipples, forcing them into erection as she bit her lip to stifle her moans.

“Tonks, we can’t! We’re in the hospital wing, we should at least go to my room! Someone could walk in at any moment and how are we supposed to explain ourselves?” she asked, through gritted teeth as I began to teasingly pinch and play with her nipples further.

I noticed her wand sticking out of the pocket of her tight corduroy jeans. I grabbed it and pointed it at the door, placing a powerful locking charm on it that no one but Albus Dumbledore himself would be able to break. With a grin on my face I cast Silencio on the hospital ward, so that no one outside of it would be able to hear us no matter how loud we made one another scream.

“Satisfied?” I asked, before capturing her lips with my own once again. I moaned as she nibbled on my bottom lip and forcefully began to take off my shirt. I broke free of the kiss and slid her sweater over her head, the sight of her perky breasts making me lick my lips with anticipation.

Hermione grabbed her wand back and I felt a small tug on my body as both of our clothes suddenly vanished and then reappeared folded and neatly tucked on the chair beside the bed. I quirked a brow, a grin on my face as I stared into her twinkling eyes.

“Well now it looks like I know a few tricks of my own, Nymphadora Tonks,” she said, before trailing kisses along my jaw line to my earlobe, which she playfully tugged on before sliding her tongue along the sensitive skin she found there.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you,” she said, biting her lip and chewing on it thoughtfully.

“What is it?” I asked, my chest rising and falling with my rapid breathing.

She blushed profusely, looking away. “Well I was just wondering if you can… Well…”

“Mm?” I asked, bending down and sucking hard on her neck, knowing full well that it’d leave marks there when I was done chewing on her sensitive skin.

“Can you… Can you make love to me like a man would? I mean, err… Can you alter your…” Her voice trailed off and her face was so red that I thought of the color of tomato’s.

I chuckled, nipping at her flesh with a smile on my face. “I can and I will, if that’s what you want.”

She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my head up for another hungry kiss. When we broke apart, I had already formed an average-sized penis between my legs. Needless to say that magic can do some very wonderful things for someone that has an imagination.

She reached down between my legs and I gasped when her hand closed around the thick shaft of my cock. I closed my eyes and shivered as she began to stroke me to erection, which wasn’t very difficult to do considering my current state of excitement.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked, searching her eyes. I needed to know that she was ready for this, because if she wasn’t then there was no way in hell I would force her into it.

She placed the head of my cock at her wet entrance and smiled, kissing me gently on the lips. “Nymphadora Tonks if you do not make love to me right at this very moment I am afraid I am going to place a very unforgettable hex upon your head,” she murmured, biting her lip as she arched upward to slide me in.

I pulled back, staring down at her. “Hermione, we can’t just yet, we need protection.”

She gasped with surprise. “What? You can get me pregnant?”

I nodded my head. “Of course I can, this is a fully functional penis between my legs we are talking about.”

“Well can’t you make it so your sperm is dysfunctional?” she asked, of course using her ever resourceful mind to make the situation easier for the both of us.

“I can try but I can’t guarantee that it’s going to work…” I said, knowing that if I got her pregnant we were both doomed. How would she explain it to her parents? Mom, Dad, I am having a baby with my girlfriend who just happens to be a metamorphmagus so we decided to experiment by having her form a penis between her legs so that I could feel her buried deep inside of me. Yeah, that was going to go well with her folks and everyone else involved.

I concentrated on making the sperm of the penis that I had created between my legs incompetent. When I was sure that I had succeeded, I mentally prayed that this was going to work and six months later Hermione’s belly hadn’t swelled to the size of a large balloon.

I nodded my head and reached down between our bodies. I rubbed her clit until she was bucking and grinding her hips against my thumb, which was coated with her slick juices that would prove to be excellent lubrication for when I penetrated her. I thought about getting her off before I slid inside, but when she moaned out my name and wrapped her legs securely around my waist, forcing my cock to press against her nether region, I lost all control and pushed my cock into her wet entrance.

She gasped and threw her head back, giving me an open invitation to lick and suck at the salty skin on her neck that I so loved to taste with my tongue. I pushed until I was deep inside of her hot entrance and then stopped to let her adjust to the size of me. I hadn’t made myself that big for fear of hurting her, which was the last thing in the world I wanted to do right now. I wanted her to enjoy every minute of this, just as I was. The feel of her tight canal constricting against my dick was nearly unbearable.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned out, unable to help myself. “You are so tight,” I muttered, kissing my way back to her sensual lips.

“Make it bigger,” she said. “I want to feel you all the way inside, Tonks. I need more of you,” she panted out, her fingernails dragging along my back, causing me to cry out with pleasure as I felt her nails dig into my sweaty skin.

I bit my lip, my nerves about to burst from my throbbing arousal which was coursing through every inch of my body, directly into what seemed like my very soul. “Your wish is my command,” I said, closing my eyes and groaning as the cock became thicker and longer, filling Hermione up to the point where she was whimpering with delight.

“Oh, Merlin, you’re so deep inside!” she hissed out, gyrating her hips below me to pull me even deeper inside of her, to the point where I was nearly pushing against her cervix.

The warm heat of her trembling inner walls that surrounded me was threatening to make me pass out from the bliss that I was feeling. We began a steady rhythm with one another, twist, push, pull, thrust, never missing a beat as I hammered my dick inside of her tight love canal, her honey now flowing freely from inside of her, making it much easier for me to penetrate her as deep and hard as we desired.

My cock acted like a well-oiled piston as wave after wave of unbeatable ecstasy was created between the both of us. Just the sight of her undulating beneath me was enough to make me lose whatever resolve I had left of holding back my orgasm. As soon as I felt her squeezing my cock and milking it with her free-flowing cum, I cried out her name and shot what I hoped to be useless sperm deep inside of her womb. The feel of my cum flowing so freely inside of her made her have yet another orgasm against my throbbing cock as my hips bucked to their own accord until I collapsed atop of her, our bodies slick with sex as we began to bathe in the afterglow of our breathtaking lovemaking.

Her legs remained wrapped securely around my waist, her fingernails constantly sliding along my sweaty spine until we both drifted off into an exhausted sleep, my spent cock still buried deep within her.