Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

Chapter 4: Reconciliation.

Early the next morning, as Harry slowly drifted back into consciousness, he found himself still entangled in Tonks’ warm embrace. It was immediately obvious why he woken up, behind him, Tonks was awake and attempting to gently free herself from their embrace without disturbing him. For some reason, the prospect filled him with a kind of low grade panic. He renewed his grip on her arms, hugging them securely to his chest.

“Wotcher Tonks,” He said, voice still thick with sleep.

“Wotcher Harry,” she replied and Harry could even hear the smile in her voice as she said it.

“Don’t go.” Harry said, “this feels… umm… really nice.”

“I know Harry,” Tonks said, fondly, “but I really do have to go to work today.”

With great reluctance, Harry let her have her arms back and watched her with mounting melancholy as she changed into her Auror’s robes. She swore as tried to run a comb through her long, still mousy brown, hair,

“Damn it,” she snarled as she wrenched the comb through a particularly tangled knot of hair.

“Why don’t you just, you know,” Harry made a random gesture with his hands about his head that in no logical way indicated her using her metamorphic powers on her hair.

“Oh well…” Tonks said hesitantly, looking slightly embarrassed again, “Not been doing that too well recently.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.

“It’s an emotional thing, Harry, I feel good: I look good, I feel bad…” She trailed off, going a bit pink. “Anyway, long shift today, Harry, but I should be back, say half sixish.”

“Cool,” Harry said, and then with daring that amazed even himself, he lunged at Tonks and gave her kiss on the cheek, “Have a nice day, umm.. dear.”

And with a laugh and wink, Tonks disapparated with a faint popping sound.

Harry sighed and sat down on the bed again. It was still warm where he and Tonks had lain. For a few short hours, he’d felt… different, comfortable, at peace, cared for. Now he was once again, all alone. Sure, it was only for a few hours but at that second, those few hours seemed like they could last a life time. Along with the loneliness, guilt started to creep back in; apparently he made Tonks so unhappy she couldn't metamorphose anymore. He’d had no idea such a thing was possible, yet apparently he’d managed to do it. A concept that was suddenly completely intolerable to Harry. He racked his brains, trying to think of ways to cheer Tonks up, finally he decided to get dressed and head down to the kitchen to see what ingredients Tonks had bought for them…

~O~

Tonks sat at her desk in the ministry, quill in one hand and the other playing with one annoyingly long curl of brown hair that kept falling into her vision. She was bored; very, very bored. The fact she wasn’t doing any field work today, just catching up on a long backlog of paperwork from her long recent absence at St. Mungo’s, didn’t help but Tonks was still preoccupied, for the same reason it seemed that she always was these days; Harry James Potter. Now that they were actually talking to each other, rather than just communicating via dirty looks, Tonks was beginning to feel better about the arrangement and more guilty for the way she had treated him. She’d had a horrible time at the Dursley’s for less than a week at this point. Harry had had to put up with it for the last fifteen years. The remarkable amount of fondness Harry was now displaying toward her was slightly worrying to her as well; the poor boy seemed so entirely starved for affection that even the smallest of gestures would return such a deeply felt response. Yet, even that knowledge made Tonks want to heap even more affection upon the poor boy.

“Good afternoon, Auror Tonks,” said a deep calm voice from next to her desk. Tonks jumped visibly and then noticed that at some point her quill had dropped out of her hand and was lying on her parchment in the centre of an expanding puddle of ink, as she’d been lost in deep thought. Tonks glared up at the new-comer with equal parts anger and embarrassment. He was wearing the same kind of Auror's robes that she was, but also was defying the dress code and conventional duelling wisdom by wearing a golden hoop through one ear. Tonks sighed in relief.

“Sorry, Auror Shacklkebolt,” Tonks said, “you surprised me.”

“My fault entirely, Tonks, I am sure. Unfairly taking advantage of your deep concentration,” Kingsley Shacklebolt replied, the merest hint of amusement showing in his deep calming voice had Tonks not known him quite well from The Order she might not even have noticed it, “How are you?”

“Well, I won’t be holding myself responsible for hexing the next dumb sap that ‘accidentally’ calls me ‘Auror Potter’, but otherwise I’m holding up pretty well,” Tonks said, “in any case ,what can I do for you, Shacklebolt?”

“Well, there’s a couple of things I wanted to tell you,” Shacklebolt said, leaning against her cubicle’s wall, “First off; the hearing yesterday came out in Harry’s favour. The money, effects and deeds to No. 12 Grimmuald place have been placed in your shared vault.”

“Great,” Tonks snarked, “so now we own another house that we aren’t allowed to live in. Are our mutual friends still interested in using it again?”

“They are,” Shacklebolt nodded, “And it can’t be that bad at the Muggles, can it?”

Tonks gave him a cold look.

“Seriously Shacklebolt,” she said, “I can’t stand it and I’ve been there a week. I’m honestly not sure how Harry made it to Hogwarts without them starving the poor guy to death,”

Although he looked disturbed, Shacklebolt did not directly reply, instead he said;

“I also wanted to give you a warning, probably best not to open any personal mail for the moment.”

“Oh?” Tonks raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Page 4,” Shacklebolt said as he handed her an issue of the Daily Prophet. Tonks opened and read the article:


Potter Marriage: Entirely Political?

A recent ruling by the Wizengamot has awarded the newly wedded couple of Harry Potter and Auror Nymphadora Tonks the entire contents of the will of the wrongly convicted and entirely deceased Sirius Black, prompting questions as the legitimacy of their feelings for one another.

When teenage heartthrob and rumoured saviour of the wizarding world, Harry Potter, was married earlier this month, this special correspondent, was shocked but assured by the many protections laid upon the boy that, despite a betrothal lasting less than two days, there could be no possibility of foul play. However recent documentation of Wizengamot hearings viewed by this reporter casts the happy couple’s nuptials in an entirely different light.

On the 22th July, the Wizengamot sat in judgement of a matter notified as ‘ityem 22- Malfoy Estate Vs Sirius Black (p.h)’ wherein the Malfoy Estate (in lieu of convicted Death Eater Lucius Malfoy) disputed the legality of the will of Sirius Black on the grounds that, although now widely believed to be innocent, he was nevertheless a convicted mass murder and thus his wishes should have no legal standing and the contents should be awarded strictly by familial inheritance. However Mr Potter’s representative, successfully argued that not only should the will considered valid, but that Mr Potter had a better claim to the money via his Marriage to Auror Tonks, who is the daughter to Sirius’ 2nd eldest cousin. The Malfoy claimant, Draco, being Sirius’ youngest cousin’s son.

However, a senior Wizengamot member, who wishes to remain anonymous has confided that without said link to the Black family it seems unlikely that the Potter claim would have been honoured at all. A fact when coupled with the facts that Auror Tonks had had very limited contact with Harry Potter, and with the suddenness of the marriage only days before it became relevant in a legal trial suggests that a marriage was disturbingly convenient for both parties.

Even so it is hard to imagine that the famed Harry Potter, already possessing an apparently substantial inheritance from his own family, would have been desperate enough to employ such tactics to secure such a comparatively trivial sum, even with the well documented rivalry between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Were it not ungentlemanly to say so, one might want to take a look at Nymphadora Tonks, herself, from a much more modest family and as an Auror very familiar with many magical methods of ensnaring an individual into doing your will, purely in a ‘preventitive capacity,’ the Auror Office claims.

Still one would wonder if the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Tonks’ superiors at the Auror did not take a close look at these proceedings for signs of underhand play. Given Harry Potter's importance to the world at large, and his own tragic past, it would seem kindest for all of us to try any prevent further misfortune for him.


“Oh really,” She muttered, casting the offending newspaper aside, “If that’s how subtle they’re being, I’d hate to see Witch Weekly’s take on it. After all, all we Aurors are extensively trained in whipping up love potions, am I right?”

“I’m sorry, Tonks,” Shacklebolt said sincerely, “but it was still the right thing to do.”

Tonks grunted in a way that Shacklebolt could take to have any one of a hundred different meanings.

“Anyway, I was hoping you would assist me in some fieldwork this afternoon, Auror Tonks,” Shacklebolt asked, “I’m chasing down some leads and I need someone to watch my back that I trust.”

Tonks’ face broke into a genuine grin for the first time since she entered the ministry that morning.

~O~

After nearly an hour of hard work, and several false starts Harry stepped back from the Dursley’s stove and surveyed the two plates of food that he had managed to create from their supplies. He fretted over them slightly; he’d cooked for the Dursley’s many times but rarely doing anything more complicated than a quick and dirty fry up. Sure the omelette and chips he’d prepared was hardly the most complex of dishes he could have attempted and yet he still could help but worry that Tonks wouldn’t like them.

He looked at the clock and sighed deeply. 6:45. Just what was the point of cooking a meal for your wife, if she was going to not turn up to eat it? He tried not to feel resentful, telling himself, that logically Tonks had only given him an approximation of when she would return and he’d had not told her he was going to do anything for a specific time, anyway. Hardly her fault for not turning up for something that she didn’t know about it, was it? Still it didn’t work, Harry felt himself sink into a mood as he flung himself down into a kitchen chair to wait.

At three minutes to seven there was a pop in the air behind him as Tonks apparated, looking completely shattered. She smiled tiredly at Harry and dropped down into a chair opposite him.

“Wotcher, Harry,” She said.

“You’re late!” Harry said accusingly.

“Huh? Oh..!” Tonks said confusedly, “Shacklebolt pulled me into some fieldwork, Harry, and it took longer than we thought.”

“I made you tea,” Harry said in the same put out tone.

“Oh yes please,” said Tonks clearly not following what Harry was saying, “Milk and six sugars please.”

“No, I made you Tea, tea,” He said, plonking a plate of food in front of her, “To Eat. Only it may be a bit cold now, I’m afraid,”

“Oh Harry,” Tonks said in a shocked but clearly touched voice, “This is very kind of you. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“Well, I cook for the Dursley’s some times.. or for myself, when they forget to,” Harry said. There was an awkward silence.

“Anyway, don’t worry about it being cold, Harry,” Tonks said, overly cheerily, “I can certainly fix that.”

And she did, with a sweep of her wand. Instantly the food was piping hot throughout, even a little too hot; the cheese filling of the omelettes bubbled slightly and a couple of smaller chips’ skins split and hot steam wafted up from the plate.

“I’m no great shakes at household magic, Harry,” Tonk smiled, “But I do know how to reheat a take-a-away.”

They both tucked in quickly. Tonks ate with exceptional and as far as Harry could tell unfeigned enthusiasm. Harry cheered up a bit as he ate, it was much harder to be annoyed with a full belly. Plus Tonks was so grateful not to have to cook for herself, her lateness seemed entirely irrelevant. Stuffing their dishes in the dishwasher, Harry and Tonks made their way to their room.

“I’m shattered, Harry, It’s what half seven? And I just want to crawl into bed already,” Tonks said, pulling off her Auror’s robes.

Harry stared.

Underneath, she was wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of knickers. The lower part of her stomach and the entire length of her long shapely legs were entire naked, showing off soft creamy white skin. Hormones rushed to his heads, both of them. His blood thundered through his veins as he felt the start of an erection. Tonks saw him staring and he felt an urge to apologise for ogling her so obviously but she just smiled in amusement.

“Oh come on, Harry,” Tonks said, “It’s not like you haven’t seen a lot more of me than this.”

“Well I didn’t really get a lot of time to admire you last time,” Harry said, and then flushed deeply red, “I mean that was my own fault really. Sorry.”

Tonks sighed slightly and motioned Harry to sit on the bedside her.

“You’re not still beating yourself up about that are you Harry?” Tonks asked quietly, “Look, first times are never the best, whether it’s the very first time, or just first time with a new partner. Us being pressured into it didn’t help. Nor did me being, ah, let’s say tipsy, shall we?”

“Yeah but it was you who didn’t… er… cum,” said Harry, trying not to get more embarrassed. They were adults right? Having a grown up conversation. Nothing to get worked up about.

“Like I said, my own fault,” said Tonks leaning in slightly, “You didn’t do at all badly all things considered Harry.”

“You’re a terrible liar Tonks,” Harry pouted.

“I happen to be a magnificent liar, Harry. It’s just so happens that I’m not lying right now” Tonks said, shifting still closer. Barely inches apart Harry found himself transfixed by a playful gleam her soft brown eyes, “Besides, it can be much better, for both of us. I could show you…”

“Show me?” Harry said, “Ho-” Tonks kissed him.

It was nothing like their previous kiss, which had been hard and cold and forceful. The press of Tonks’ lips on his own was ever so soft and sweet. Harry murmured slightly, entranced by the taste of her. Tonks withdrew slightly, encouraging Harry to lean into the kiss. The soft brown curls of her hair tickled at Harry’s face and almost automatically his hands rose gently stroking back Tonks’ hair from her face, his fingers remain intertwined with her hair as they continued to kiss, Tonks’ mouth opened under his and remembering their first kiss, Harry darted his tongue forward into her unresisting mouth, exploring with soft sweeps of his tongue. Tonks groaned weakly into his mouth as their tongues played together. Her arms snaking around his body as she leant back pulling them in a lying position with Harry lying entirely on top of her, the hardening bulge in his jeans resting on her crotch, the heat of her body pressed against his front as their liplock continued unabated.

Eventually though, Harry had to come up for air.

“Well that seemed to go better, no?” Harry panted.

By way of answer Tonks simply seized his head and pulled him down into another kiss, her hands gripping tightly at his head as Harry’s own hands wandered up and down Tonks’ sides as her hot body squirmed underneath him. His fingertips trailed along, tracing the soft curves of her body until he was playing with the hem of her t-shirt, feeling the enticing smoothness of the skin beneath it. It felt so good, Harry laid his palms flat to it, his finger splayed wide to cover as much skin as possible, slipping under the tight t-shirt, pushing it up to expose the soft swell of Tonks’ tummy.

When they broke for air again, Harry’s hands had worked their way up to the top of her stomach just below her large round breasts, Harry looked down suddenly at Tonks afraid she was going to start objecting but she just smiled.

“Good idea, Harry,” Tonks said, “Let’s get these clothes off.”

She lifted her arms to allow him to pull the t-shirt over her head and leave her completely topless. Then he shifted his weight off her so he could sit next to her and slip his hands under the waistline of her knickers and pull them down and off her legs. Harry sat next to her, just admiring her entirely naked form lying on their bed. Taking in her soft rounded curves, her full breasts; sagging every so slightly under gravity and capped with pink nipples, and her long legs. Noticeably her pubic hair had changed as much as the hair on her head, a triangle of light brown curls now covered her mons where previously there had been only a vivid strip of pink hair. Harry’s mouth was suddenly incredible dry, his heart pounded in his chest.

“I know I’m not much to look at the moment,” Tonks said sheepishly.

“Are you mad?” Harry muttered, “you look incredible.”

“Well are you going to just stare, or follow suit?” Tonks teased.

As it happened Harry did neither.

“I just want to make you feel good, Tonks” He said as he reached out reverent hands to start feeling up Tonks’ naked body

He started making lines across it with just the tips of his fingers stroking across her belly and sides, feeling the warmth of her skin before trailing a touch down the outside of her thigh to her knee, and back up, to start tracing the lines of her ribs. He hesitated, knowing exactly what he wanted to touch but feeling it would be a bit crude to just reach out squeeze them.

“Don’t stop, Harry,” Tonks said encouragingly, taking an extra deep breath to get his attention, “you’re doing great.”

Harry’s hand finally reach up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight and running a thumb gently just under her breast, where it met her chest. He increased the pressure of his slightly, squeezing her soft flesh and marvelled as he noticed her nipples harden and become quite erect under his ministrations. Curious, Harry traced the very edge of her nipple with his finger tips before brushing them across the hardened peak of her nipple. Tonks inhaled with sharp whistling noise and jerked her shoulders slightly. Harry withdrew his hands as quickly as if he’d received an electric shock.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“No,” Tonks said, while still trying to breathe, “that was good, very good, Harry.”

Encouraged, Harry returned his hands to Tonks’ body but instead of fondling her breasts again, his hands wandered down her body as he shifted his body further back on the bed to get a good look. Realising what he was up to Tonks spread her legs slightly, giving him a much better view of the soft folds of flesh between her legs. Harry gently ran his fingers over her flesh, not touching her mons at all, just combing the tips through her soft brown pubic hair. Strangely, Harry noted mentally, her hair seemed have to changed even over the course of their encounter, he could have sworn her brown hair now looked less mousey and more… glossy and sleek. Tonks whimpered slightly, her hips lifting and twisting, trying for more contact.

Fascinated, Harry began to explore her folds with his fingers, examining each delicate membrane with his finger tips and spreading to reveal more hidden pink flesh underneath, her entrance and a hard nub of flesh standing out proudly above it. Even as gentle as he was being, his finger tips were coming back slippery and wet; allowing his finger to sink to the first knuckle inside her vagina without the slightest resistance. Tonks moaned her enthusiasm unabashedly, as Harry slipped the finger deeper until the last knuckle marvelling at the silky texture of the walls clinging tightly to his finger. With his digit still buried entirely inside Tonks, Harry began to move it about tracing little circles and wave like patterns across Tonks’ insides until he hit one spot that made her pant loudly, he back tracked slightly until he found it and rubbed against it some more, Tonks’ body shuddered, limbs tensing and her toes curled up,

“Oh God, Harry, that’s it! Right there,” Tonks panted, flushing pink.

Harry gently began thrusting his finger in and out of her always making sure to end each push by pressing that exact spot, he increased his tempo, adding another finger as Tonks seemed unable to contain herself; writhing under his touch and panting. It was pure accident that on a particular energetic plunge Harry’s thumb rubbed against the hard nub of her clit but the response was an immediate and positive wail of pleasure. Harry quickly brought his other hand into play; placing his left on Tonks' pubic mound where he could continue thumbing her clit, while he continued thrusting his right hand’s fingers inside her pussy.

“Oh... ah… ooo!... shiii-ah-t!” Tonks’ head fell back as she mindlessly gabbled at him, her limbs quaking in time with his finger’s thrusts.

It was immediately obvious to Harry when she came. Not only did she let out a small howl of ecstasy, not only did her limbs spasm and her back arch upwards, humping the air wildly, not only did her cunt clamp down on Harry so hard he was worried he wouldn’t ever get his fingers back but her entire form seem to ripple and change as she spasmed. Every part of her body tightened up and her musculature was suddenly gleaming and toned. Her skin glowed, still pale put lacking the slight pallid tinge of before. Harry could swear her breasts actually seemed to shrink but at the same time became much firmer and perkier and most vividly; new hair burst from her head and crotch replacing the long glossy brown hair with wicked short pink spikes. Harry stared as Tonks metamorphosed right in front of him.

With a great long breath of air every muscle on Tonks seemed to relax as she slumped back down on the bed in her new form.

“Wow,” they both said at the same time and then giggled.

“I guess,” Harry said, “You’re feeling better?”

Tonks grinned like the infamous Cheshire cat.

“Much” She said, with almost sing-song lilt to her voice, “And looking to spread it around.”

It took Harry a second to realise that Tonks wasn’t looking at his face at all. Then something he’d managed to ignore the whole time he’d been touching up, pressed itself to the forefront of his mind. He had an intensely hard erection straining to escape his jeans, which were tough enough to be thoroughly tenting resistant. Harry groaned deeply, now totally unable to notice anything except the intense pressure caused by the confinement of his most sensitive regions.

Tonks rescued him. Her hands gently but ever so firmly directed him to lie back on the bed, suddenly reversing their positions, so that Harry was lying on his back while Tonks hovered over him to attend to him, her deft fingers unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before taking them and his underpants down and off his bed. Harry felt so relieved to have them off his body, he forgot to be embarrassed that his privates parts were standing to attention in full view of Tonks. Feeling they might as well do things properly, he pulled his t-shirt up over his head and cast it aside as well.

“Lie back,” Tonks said softly, “and enjoy.”

Harry frowned slightly, remembering the last time she said that but she made no move to mount him. Instead her head swooped down on his dick and kissed it. Harry moaned a ragged moan as the wet heat of lips wrapped around his head, wondering at the soft feel of lips against it for just a second until Tonks’ tongue suddenly swirled over it sending thunder shocks of sensation racing through him as Harry experienced his first ever blow job. His hips jerked up almost involuntarily as Tonks’ hands held him down. Then her head start to bob up and down over length until she had his entire dick in his mouth, her tongue licking at the underside as Harry’s slight instinctive thrusts upwards resulted in his balls bumping softly against her chin at the apex of each thrust. Tonks didn’t seem to mind this slight aggressiveness instead she just swallowed. Harry almost screamed as he suddenly felt her throat muscles contract on the head of his cock. His balls suddenly tightened up as Tonks repeated the action, his humping become more pronounced as the extra stimulation pushed him over the edge, each ball bouncing thrust ended in a quick spurt of cum into Tonks’ still working throat.

Endorphins pulsing through his brainpan, Harry slumped, boneless, onto the bed, still his nerves returned as the first intense surge of pleasure faded away. He still hadn’t lasted very long and he just cummed right down Tonks’ throat. She probably didn’t like that, he reflected. Maybe he was supposed to have said something but he didn’t know what one was supposed to say during a blow job at all.

Tonks crawled up the bed, still on top of him, a slight smile on her lips.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said, again, “I should have warned you or something.”

“Well for future reference, it would have been nice, yes.” Tonks said, “But don’t worry about it Harry, I was planning to swallow anyway.”

He didn’t have time to formulate a response to that before he realised Tonks had crawled entirely on top of him and suddenly they were kissing again, Harry couldn’t care less if he could taste himself on her lips, the soft sweetness of her breathe overwhelmed his sense of taste and smell. Not needing to keep her new short hair out his face, Harry’s hands instead wandered the length of her back until it found the magnificent globes of Tonks’ arse and squeezed. Tonks moaned into his mouth as their kiss deepened, her tongue effortlessly invading the depths of his mouth to swirl about inside him. Her hungry kiss continued until Harry found himself panting and utterly hard for her again, his hot dick pressed between their bodies, jutting up against her mound.

To his very great surprise, Tonks still didn’t mount him, instead she rolled them over to the other side of the bed do they were in their original positions; Her lying flat on her back, with him on top of her. His dick still hot on her mound, she spread her legs, wide for him, her folds parting slightly under his shaft.

“I’m all yours, Harry,” She whispered to him, “screw me silly.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice, shifting his weight onto his legs, he moved his hips back so the length of his dick pointed at Tonks’ entrance. After a couple of false starts, that Tonks patiently endured, he found the right angle and slipped into her slick wet depths. Finding little resistance Harry plunged to the hilt more quickly that he’d intended so their hips collided with some force, drawing less than pleased grunts from both of them. Harry opened his mouth to apologise, yet again, when Tonks’ hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him into another quick kiss.

“Take it easy, Harry” Tonks said softly, as their lips parted, “have fun”

And then she squeezed him, tightening herself around his cock, drawing a ragged moan from Harry. He lifted his hips and plunged again, striving for a rhythm even as each movement caused thrills to rush though his body as his dick was encased in Tonks’ hot flesh. Shifting his hips between thrusts Harry tried to find the place that Tonks had liked when he was fingering her but it was a lot harder to co-ordinate his dick that his fingers, especially when he was trying desperately not to cum again.

Slowly he found his rhythm and was sliding in and out of Tonks’ willing body with ease and then her arms were pulling him tighter to her again and he was gazing into her eyes from a distance of mere inches, with her new perky breasts rubbing enticing against his bare chest, her hips rose and fell as his fell and rose, their movements perfectly matched and opposed. Harry suddenly had to fight twice as hard not to cum and knew he couldn’t have managed it if she’d not already sucked one round clean out of him.

“Merlin, Tonks you’re so very sexy.” Harry moaned, punctuating every word with a hard thrust, “thank you. This is amazing.”

“It’s not exactly, ah!, an imposition, Harry,” Tonks teased in between pleased moans, “oh yes! There, that’s so sweet, so sweet.”

The noise level in the room increased dramatically, not only with the lover’s moans but the wet slaps of their flash coming together which increased in frequency and volume as they continued; speeding up even as their bodies became slick and wet with sweat from their excursions.

“Tonks,” Harry moaned as the sensations started to overwhelm him, “I-I can’t, I can’t. can’t.”

His hormone addled brain seemed unable to find the right words but Tonks understood anyway.

“shh,” she whispered into his ear as he laboured on top of him, every muscle tensed, “shh. It’s alright Harry, do it.”

Harry’s thrusts became short and sharp, their bodies slapping together energetically as they pushed each other over the edge, Tonks smiled and cooed as she felt his release splatter against causing her insides to tense and relax in a delicious wave of ecstasy. Harry didn’t think it was as intense as her earlier orgasm but still she looked no less pleased with him for it. As their breathing slowed down and even out, they cuddled, completely spent, in each other’s arms.

“See Harry,” Tonks whispered softly, “That was definitely bett-”

But she didn’t get to finish before a horrible voice filled the room.

“What the hell do you deviants think you are doing in there?!” screeched Aunt Petunia, hammering on the door, “It’s the middle of the evening you whore! The neighbours will hear you sluts at it!”

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a/n: Thanks for making it this far, friends! As ever reviews are encouraged! Not sure when the next chapter of this will come out. I may start alternating chapters will my other fic. To make sure both get updated.

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