The Holidays Are Here, Part II

I hope you enjoyed the last chapter! I know I did...On with the show!

Chapter Eight

“Happy Birthday Harry,” Ginny said, swallowing the rest of his cum. Harry ran a hand through her hair, brushing it behind an ear. “You\'re amazing, you know that?”

She crawled up his body, resting a cheek on his naked chest. She pulled the sheet over them both, and thought about how little time they had left before the next term would start. “What do you want to do today?”

Harry held his hands in the air, pretending to hold a checklist. “Let\'s see, for my eighteenth birthday. Ah yes” he crossed an item off the invisible list. “Blow job from girlfriend, check.”

“Harry,” she said, slapping his stomach. “I\'m serious. Let\'s do something to celebrate. Take me to Diagon Alley today.”
“And what?” he asked, “Spend loads of money on you for my birthday?” He paused for the effect, waiting for her to smack him again, which she did. He replied to her scorn with a smile. “Sounds good to me, let\'s see if Ron and Hermione want to go.”

Ginny got up, and put her robe on as she headed for the door. Harry stopped her before she left. “Make sure to ask if Good Hermione can play.” She picked up a stuffed griffin and threw it at him. \"That\'s not nice, Harry. You had better hope she never lets me borrow it.” Harry cocked his head to one side, and raised an eyebrow at her.

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Weasley\'s Wizarding Wheezes was bustling with activity when they entered. There must have been ten kids in line waiting to pay, many of them second-years, while twice as many were still running through the aisles doing some last minute shopping as their parents were out getting other things. Fred was at the counter, ringing up sales as George restocked shelves as fast as he could. “Harry!” Fred called out to him. “Happy birthday mate. Anything you want today is on us.”

“Thanks guys, but I think I have enough of this stuff to last me another ten years.” He heard many of the younger kids whispering as he made his way to the front of the store. “That\'s Harry Potter. Mum says he\'s...” and “Look over there, it\'s Hermione Granger, the new Head Girl.”

Harry shook Fred\'s hand, saying “We just wanted to pop in and see how things were. We\'re going out for some lunch, if you can get away it would be great to have you.”

“Sorry mate,” George said from behind a shelf. “Too busy to go, but happy birthday anyway. We\'ll come by and see you tonight.” Harry walked over to him and shook his hand. “Thanks George.” With a nod, he turned and left with the other three. “So, where too Ginny?” But she didn\'t reply. In fact, she stopped moving all together. He turned to see Draco across the alley, walking their way. Harry held up his hands again and said “Confrontation with Malfoy, check.”

“”Well, well, Potter,” Draco said. “I thought you might be doing something fun for your birthday instead of running around with children.”

“And I thought you would be shopping for a new wig for Goyle instead of hanging around here.” Ron, Hermione and Ginny all let out “Oohs” in unison.

“You had better watch your smart mouth, Potter.” Draco\'s pride stung from Harry\'s remark.

“Well, if I bite off more than I can chew,” Harry said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to Hermione, “I\'ll just ask her to step in for me. As a matter of fact-” he pointed to the end of the ally. “Is that your father?” As Draco spun around to scan the alley for Lucius, Harry grabbed Ginny\'s hand and pulled her with him the opposite direction, Ron and Hermione following close behind.

“I don\'t see...” Draco had turned around to hear their laughter as they ran off into the distance. I\'ve held back long enough, Potter. He was ready to put an end to Harry and his merry band of disciples. He rubbed the soreness on the inside of his forearm. He didn\'t realize having the mark of a Death-Eater put on would hurt so much.

Running into the Leaky Cauldron, the four of them had finally stopped laughing. Harry felt like a new man. He could use magic in public if he needed to defend himself or Ginny, now that he was no longer an underage wizard. They all sat in a corner booth, still smiling when Hermione saw Tonks enter the front door. “Look,” she said, nodding at the entrance. “Tonks is here.”

She saw them sitting in the corner, and walked over to their table. “Come on,” Tonks said, her tone telling them something was wrong. “We have to leave. I have a port key ready for us all.” They exchanged curious looks after hearing what she had said. “Let\'s go,” she whispered. “It\'s not safe here for you today.” The four of them got up and followed her out the back, to the small alley behind.

Looking around for anyone that might see or hear them, she spoke quietly. “Harry, the Death-Eaters knew you would be here today, happy birthday by the way, and they\'re looking for you as we speak.” She led them down a maze of alleys and side streets until she stopped at a dead-end. Looking down at an old stool, she told them all to grab onto one another.

Once they were all holding hands, she grabbed onto Harry. Looking at her watch, she said “One more minute.”
“Where are we going?” Ginny asked.
“Away from here,” Tonks replied.
“How many are there?” Hermione asked.

Tonks\' reply was stopped short. Draco had come around the corner, and stared at them. He was too late, though, as Tonks grabbed the old stool. All of them disappeared right in front of him. Harry had seen something hanging from Draco\'s belt as they vanished. It looked like a pewter serpent emerging from a sheath.

The dagger! His dream came back to him all too clearly. When they all arrived at their destination, he hugged Ginny, feeling her back. He looked around to see they were in the front room of Grimmauld Place.

“Now, here\'s some floo powder,” Tonks said, handing it to them. “Get home for now, and wait for me there. I\'ll be by shortly.”

The four of them left, one by one, carrying their bags from their morning shopping. Tonks sighed, hoping the children would play the game that had been setup for them. She walked to the kitchen for a drink to find Snape there, leaning against the wall.

“I feel ridiculous,” he said in his monotone voice, looking down at the tuxedo he wore now. “No doubt you volunteered me for this.” Tonks smiled, knowing how much he must hate her right now. “Apparently, Severus,” she said as she transformed herself, “Albus thinks we would make a smashing couple for a night on the town.” She walked from the kitchen as she continued. “Come on, let\'s see how we look.”

They both stood in front of a mirror in the front room, Snape\'s disgust seeping from every part of him. “At least I look old enough to play the part,” he said, straightening the black vest under his coat, the tails swaying stiffly. “You look old enough to send me to Azkaban.” He turned his neutral glare to her face, and continued. “And for God\'s sake, take that ridiculous thing out of your nose.”

She was wearing a red dress adorned with white lotuses, a design influenced by the fashions of the Far-East. The collar was cut high, and fit sung around her neck, pulled closed by a pearl button. Just beneath, the fabric opened in the shape of a raindrop, falling low to her cleavage. Unhappy about how she filled the bosom of the dress, she wiggled her shoulders, swelling her breasts to a fuller C cup.

The dress fit tightly around her heart shaped bum, and from there it flowed nicely to her ankles. She was wearing matching high heeled shoes, the straps wrapping high on her pale legs. Unhappy with the pink hue of her hair, she looked in the mirror as it turned to a red, matching the fabric of her dress. “Almost,” she said, continuing to adjust her hair.

Snape looked to her reflection to see white streaks appear, evenly spread through her red locks. “You have successfully given yourself the look of an American call girl.”

Tonks smiled, and turned to him. “Severus, I think that\'s the nicest thing you have ever said to me.” She stepped close to him, penetrating his personal space as she rubbed a breast against his arm. Expecting him to step away from her, she placed a hand to his lower back, knowing it would enrage him further.

“Nymphadora, you can neither frighten me nor tempt me with the wiles of your gender.” He stood firm, maintaining his look of disgust. At his remark, she stepped away from him. “Do you prefer the wiles of your gender? Or do you simply not have what it takes to satisfy a woman?” She was enjoying herself, taking this rare opportunity he offered to strike him below the belt. She had no idea of how furious he had just become.

Snape grabbed her by the wrist, turning her body as he slammed her chest to the wall. He pressed his body against hers as his other hand ripped open her dress, ruining the raindrop cut in the fabric. Her breasts hung free beneath her as he ravaged them with his rough fingers. She gasped with fear when he grabbed the dress again, ripping it open past the lotus on the front of her red knickers.

“Is this what you want?” he shouted at her, rubbing his hand roughly across the silk covering her slit. He turned her arm, forcing it behind her back. “Answer me!”

“No,” she whispered, feeling his cock grow against her bum. “It\'s what you want. But would you actually take it Severus, given the opportunity? How many years has it been for you?” Snape spun her around to face him, pushing her back into the wall hard enough for her to bounce off of it, pressing her exposed breasts into him. She grabbed him, trying to balance herself, but lost her grip when her pushed her to the wall a second time.

He grabbed her by the throat, and continued to shout at her. “I will not stand here and allow you to attempt to make a fool of me.” Spit flew from his lips as he finished his sentence. She gasped for air as she said “Then do something about it, Professor.” He shouted at her with rage, pulling her up off the floor with his grip around her neck. “What do you want from me? Do I not do enough for this Order already? Do I have to satisfy your desires to make you stop?” He let go of her, and she dropped to the floor, one of her heels breaking off it\'s shoe.

Tonks trembled with fear, knowing she had gone too far. He was going to take her right there, and she couldn\'t stop him. This hadn\'t gone as she had hoped. Yes, she admitted to her want to seduce him, but her clumsiness with the situation had instead enraged him to the edge of rape. He stepped away from her, and paced in a small circle as she covered herself up.

“No,” he said, pointing to her gesture of violation. “We\'re not through yet.” He pulled a small knife prom his pocket, and grabbed her knickers, slicing them off. He looked down at her exposed pussy, seeing how her bush matched her hair, red with white streaks. He threw the knife down, the tip piercing the floor with a thud as it stuck itself into the hard wood.

Without warning, he pressed his body against hers, kissing her. She wrapped her shaking arms around his muscular shoulders as she raised a leg over his hip. She was about to live the fantasy she had of him ravaging her, one she had masturbated to since her fourth year as his pupil. He crammed two fingers into her cunt, forcing a scream from her lungs. “Is this what you want?” he asked softly, whispering into her ear.

“Yes Severus. I\'ve wanted this for almost ten years.” She reached down to unzip his trousers, pulling his cock free. She stroked him gently, feeling the pre-cum leak from the tip. He took in a short gasp, betraying his lust for her. She looked into his cold eyes and asked “Is this what you want?”

“No, it\'s not.” He pulled her hand from his cock, replacing it with his as he guided the tip to her slit. With a hard push, he penetrated her most private of areas on her body as he continued. “I want more than this, but we haven\'t the time to indulge my fantasies this afternoon, so we\'ll settle for yours.”

She screamed out his name as he pumped himself into her angrily. His inability to control his emotions drove her lust for him to a heightened state of sensitivity. Her pussy spasmed as he grunted loudly into her mouth, forcing his tongue hard against hers. She held onto him for dear life, feeling her legs weaken as he gripped her raised thigh painfully. His ravaging would leave marks upon her skin before they were through, and the thought excited her to no end.

The rough fabric of his trousers rubbed against her clit each time he forcefully thrust into her, sending electric waves crashing through her abdomen up to her aching nipples. Reaching down to squeeze release from them, he stopped her. “This isn\'t for your pleasure,” he said, speaking of their carnal act. “It\'s a lesson you need to learn well.” He pinned her arms to the wall above her head, squeezing tight enough to bruise her her small wrists. His cold voice pushed her further into ecstasy, his hot breath on her lips causing tremors in her soaked cunt. She continued to scream with each push, feeling his cock press hard against the back of her pussy, teasing her sweet spot.

“Say my name, Severus,” She cried to him. “Say it, please.”
“No,” he grunted at her. “I will not indulge your sick fantasies.”
“You already are.”

He slapped her across the face as a warning as he continued to rock in and out of her. “Just shut up and finish already.” The pain went straight to her pussy, causing her to slide deeper into the inevitable climax. She looked down to watch her juices build up on the base of his cock and around the edge of his zipper, staining the rough fabric. Her fantasy was almost complete, but she needed him to release inside her for her to release. She squeezed the muscles of her cunt, desperately trying to make him cum.

“Please Severus,” she cried “you have to finish first for me to release.” Snape knew what he had to do to end this charade, and let go of her wrists to grab her bum. He pulled her into him as hard as he could with each thrust, hoping it caused her pain. He was close to reaching his orgasm when a twisted thought occurred to him.

“What would you hide from me?” He closed his eyes and forced himself into her thoughts. She screamed for him to stop, but could only endure his torture. He saw images of a boyfriend, of her pleasing him orally as she hid beneath his school robes. He saw her pleasing a girlfriend as well. Both scenes were in the potions classroom, late at night.

“You are naughty, aren\'t you?” The images of her with another girl made his balls contract. She cried out his name as his shaft swelled, knowing his release was close. She leaned in to kiss him forcefully, and he didn\'t pull away this time. He let her do it as he thrust desperately into her twat, begging for release. He knew what he had to do, and shuddered at the thought. Finally he gave in. He spoke without leaving her mouth, his hot breath pushing the words into her lungs.

“Nymphadora...Nymphadora.” He pushed deep into her as his balls seized and released repeatedly. She screamed out to him, his hot stickiness coating her inner walls as her own climax began. Her cunt contracted on his cock, squeezing it repeatedly as they both fought to stay upright.

Finally, the intensity of the moment washed away. As Snape withdrew himself from her, he took his wand from the inside pocket of his jacket and said “Scourgify.” His cock and trousers now clean, he tucked his manhood back into his clothes and zipped up. He looked to her, watching the sweaty breasts heave as she fought to catch her breath. She looked to him with lust filled eyes, waiting for him to speak. She knew this was a sensitive moment, and would have to choose her words carefully if she had any hope of him ravaging her again.

He looked down past her red and white bush to see his cum trickle from her protruding pussy lips. “Clean up and get out. We\'re late now.” He turned and walked to the kitchen, leaving her to her thoughts as she slid down the wall.

“So, can I assume this look will amuse you for the evening?” Tonks looked to the knife stuck in the floor next to her cut up knickers.
“For this evening.” He returned to the front room and looked into the mirror, smoothing the front of his tuxedo. “You must really despise me, to make me wear this.”

“No, Severus.” She ran her hands to her twat, covering her fingers with his lust. After licking them clean, she continued. “I despise you for not doing this sooner.”

He looked at her with his normal steely glare. “I thought I told you to get out.” He turned sharply, and walked back to the kitchen.


-End Chapter

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