Warning Signs

“So, all this time you’ve been watching over me?” Hermione asked, staring into my eyes. We were in her room sitting on her bed and sipping hot tea. As I suspected, Hermione’s room was neat and organized, not a book or article of clothing out of place.

“Yes, keeping you safe from Voldemort. I knew one of these days he was going to come for you, I was just hoping against hope that he would leave you alone for longer than this,” I said, staring off into space.

Hermione let out a loud sigh. “He means to kill me, doesn’t he? That’s where that woman was taking me, to him, so he could kill me.”

I nodded my head, looking blankly at the wall. I shivered when I felt Hermione’s hand touch my own. I looked down at our hands together and then into her eyes.

“But you wouldn’t let him, would you? You’ve been taking care of me this whole time, making sure that I was alright.”

I nodded again, not trusting myself to speak. I didn’t think I would have a voice anyway, my throat felt dry as all hell.

“Tonks…”

“What?” I whispered, startled when she placed both of our cups of tea on the end table beside her bed and walked back over to me, sitting in my lap. Her hands moved to my shoulders, and her knees moved to either side of my waist, our bodies pressed close.

“I owe you a thank you,” she said, cupping my face in her warm hands and leaning her face forward as if she was going to kiss me.

“Hermione, we can’t…” I whispered, closing my eyes and trembling underneath her touch. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The girl that I have loved for so long was sitting in my lap, wanting to kiss me, it was like a dream come true. But it was wrong, she was too young, a child.

“Why? Don’t you want me?” she asked, her thumb trailing along my lips. She smiled when she noted they trembled with anticipation at her touch.

“We can’t… You’re just a child,” I said. “I’m too old for you, Hermione… You’re still young, you should be with someone your own age-”

And then her lips were upon mine and all thoughts retreated into the back of my mind. Before I knew what I was doing I was kissing her back, sliding my strong hands up and down her back, massaging as I went. I tangled my fingers into her curly hair, opening my mouth when I felt her tongue sliding along my lips.

She pushed on my shoulders and next thing I knew I was lying on my back on the bed with her small body above mine. We fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a
puzzle that were meant to be placed against one another.

I kissed her hard on the mouth and she kissed me back, our tongues dueling for supremacy in her mouth. There wasn’t an inch of her little mouth that I did not explore with the tip of my tongue. I wanted to taste every inch of her, discover her body and make her feel pleasures that she had never experienced before in her life.

Ignoring the screaming voices in my head telling me that this was wrong, I shifted so that I was the one on top. We continued kissing for several minutes, and my hands moved up and down her arms as we did. I smiled when I heard her let out a soft moan against my mouth when my hands proceeded to her stomach, and then in-between her breasts over the fabric of her sweatshirt.

With a moan she broke free of the kiss and we stared into one another’s eyes. I looked at her face, so child-like and innocent, yet flushed with arousal, and a part of me lost it. I couldn’t do this, she was too young. It felt right but I knew it was wrong.

Both of us were panting with excitement. I pressed my forehead against Hermione’s, breathing heavily. “We can’t…” I muttered.

Hermione pecked my lips. “We can and we will… Please, Tonks. I want you,” she said, running her fingers through my short hair.

Summoning what little willpower I had left, I stood from the bed. She immediately sat up and glared at me, angry with me now. “Tonks, how can you do this? I know you want me too! You kissed me back, you were practically groping me!”

“I know!” I spat out, feeling myself getting livid. I wasn’t angry at Hermione, I was angry at myself. I let this go too far, I shouldn’t have let my guard down, shouldn’t have let her kiss me, it was then when I lost control. It was the same thing with Sirius’s death, which I was still blaming myself for. I was a nervous wreck these days and I didn’t need Hermione pushing me over the edge.

“Then what’s the problem?” she asked, looking hurt.

“It’s not right. You’re just a kid, Hermione, you’re a bloody child,” I muttered, turning my back to her.

Her voice was cold now. “Oh and you’re the one to determine that, are you?”

I heard springs squeak as she got up from the bed and the sound of soft movement behind me. And then her arms were around me and she was kissing the back of my neck. Unable to help myself, a small moan escaped my lips and I leaned into her. Damn you, Hermione.

I bit my lip to stifle the second moan that was threatening to escape my throat. “Hermione, stop… We can’t do this…”

Before I knew what was happening she spun me around forcefully and pressed me against the wall, kissing me passionately on the mouth. All resolve left me and I knew I was going to regret this later. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight against me, kissing her lips hungrily and playing with her eager tongue.

She gasped as I grabbed her ass and squeezed, picking her up off of the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as I carried her over to the bed, never breaking our lust-filled kiss. Somewhere along the lines I tripped over my own feet and we landed on the bed together in a tangle of arms and legs.

I don’t know how long we made out. Kissing Hermione made me lose track of time completely. With each and every hungry kiss the thought of making love to her became more urgent in my mind, to the point where I was ready to rip off her clothes to see how wet she had become for me.

Our lips broke apart with a loud smacking noise and I planted kisses along her jaw line and neck, smiling when I heard her moan. Her fingers trailed along my spine over my v-neck sweater, then down to my ass, kneading and fondling the cheeks over my black dress pants.

She grabbed my tie and pulled, yanking my lips against her own again, smothering me with kisses that literally blew my mind. I felt her hands roaming around my stomach and then they went under my sweater to grab at my button-up shirt, removing it from my pants.

I broke from the kiss, my mind dizzy and my body singing. Never in my life did another person have this effect on me. With the simplest of touches, Hermione had my head spinning, my entire nerve-endings alight with lust. I had never wanted someone this much in my life. I couldn’t deny it anymore, I wanted to make love to Hermione, I wanted to fill her up with my love and blow her mind as she had done to my own just by kissing me.

Our clothes were discarded quickly. I pinned her hands behind her head, staring down into her eyes with a grin on my face. “Wotcher, Hermione!” I teased, as I bent down and nibbled on her lower lip.

Hermione arched upward as one of my fingertips slid along her cheek, down her neck, in-between her small, pert breasts. Her body was even more developed than I had expected. Though her breasts weren’t above average, they were certainly a beautiful sight to behold. I knew they weren’t done developing, simply in mid-stage.

My thumb began rubbing her nipple erect and she arched her back, gasping. Merlin, did she look beautiful when she squirmed.

“Tonks,” she moaned out, and I marveled at the way my name sounded pouring out of her mouth in such a desiring tone. “I want you, I need you. I’ve wanted this for so long… Don’t stop. I want you to… I want you to make love to me,” she said, staring into my eyes and blushing.

I kissed her hard and she kissed me back, our mouths practically bruising one another the kiss was so brutal. My free hand trailed circular patterns down her belly until I found the damp curls between her legs.

This is so wrong, we can’t be doing this, she’s just a child, Tonks, a bloody fucking child and you’re acting like a lovesick fool with her, making love to her, doing her every bidding, what in bloody hell is wrong with you?! My mind screamed at me, but the stern voice was quickly shut out as Hermione’s legs spread wide, allowing me access to her sex.

I broke free of our kiss and touched every inch I could near her breasts with my lips before capturing her nipple between them. My tongue left my mouth and circled her nipple rather teasingly, before I took the hard bud between my lips and began suckling it as if I was a newborn baby wanting precious milk that would quench my undeniable thirst.

“Tonks!” she moaned, gyrating her hips as my thumb worked on her slick vaginal lips, parting the folds so I could explore what lie beyond them. She gasped when my thumb found her clit and began to slip and slide over it. She was already wetter than I could have imagined, and her responses to my touches were driving me crazy.

I continued to suck and lick at her sweet nipple, my lips never letting go of it as I slid one of my long, thin fingers inside of her. She threw her head back and hissed, her hips unconsciously bucking against my finger as I continued to rub her little love-button raw with my thumb.

“More, Tonks… More, I want more,” she moaned, groaning as my lips left her right nipple, and then gasping as I began to mimic the actions that I had just been performing on her right to her left. The nipple immediately grew erect against my mouth and I smiled, adding a second finger into her inner walls, which constricted around me, tightening and throbbing.

“You are so tight, Hermione,” I murmured, my mouth full of her warm breast.

She ran her fingers through my hair, clutching at me as I began to slide my fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm. No sooner had I started that I realized I was taking her virginity at this very moment. I could feel my fingers pushing against her hymen and I cursed softly under my breath. She seemed to want more so I added a third finger and that’s when I met the resistance head-on.

I pulled back from her nipple, ceasing the movement of my fingers, and softly kissing her lips. “Do you trust me, Hermione?”

She nodded her head, biting her bottom lip after kissing me back. “Yes… It hurts.”

I sighed. “I know. It’s going to hurt for a moment because I’m going to have to break your hymen. Is that okay?”

She stared into my eyes, touching my face. “Do it,” she hissed out, and I did, kissing her roughly on the mouth to muffle her scream of pain.

My fingers stilled inside of her and I broke from the kiss, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes with my free hand. Within moments she whimpered and kissed me on the mouth, urging me to continue.

I trailed tender kisses along her entire body, wanting to explore every inch of her skin with my teeth, lips, and tongue. I finally reached the apex of her thighs and, taking a deep breath, I began to flick my tongue across her clit.

“Oh, Merlin!” she exclaimed, her hips shooting off the bed so wildly that I had to throw my free arm across her stomach to cease the movements.

I continued to suck and lick at her clit, my fingers gliding in and out of her with ease now. She was undeniably wet and thoroughly enjoying every bit of what I was doing to her. We created a steady beat with one another, as soon as my fingers slipped and slid in and out of her she would rock her hips and undulate underneath me, her inner walls contracting around my fingers as spasms of pleasure cascaded through her entire being.

She tasted sweet and salty at the same time, and I wanted to lap up every bit of her essence that I could. It didn’t take long for her to cry out my name with a high-pitched wine as she came for the first time in her life against my fingers. I immediately pulled them out and my tongue replaced them, slipping inside of her to draw out every bit of her creamy release.

I licked her clit repeatedly until she closed her legs, extracting me from them with a yelp. I kissed my way up her body to her lips, letting her taste herself inside of my mouth.

We clung to one another for a very long time without speaking. It was over, I had done what I had promised myself I would never do to her. Not only had I had allowed myself to fall in love with her and acted out on that love, but I had also robbed her of her virginity like some kind of sick pedophile.

As soon as she fell asleep, which didn’t take long because she was so spent from my ministrations, I forced myself to get up and collect my clothes. I slid them on as quickly as I could and grabbed a piece of parchment with a quill, dipping it in ink.

Dear Hermione,

I know what you think we did felt right, but it wasn’t. You’re just a child and I took advantage of you. I’m much older than you and I know I have said this before, but to me you are still a child and what we have done is wrong. It is wrong in the laws of society and even in my own, but I could not help myself. I must admit that I have wanted this since the very moment I saw you, and for that I am deeply ashamed.

This must never happen again, I will not allow it to. One day you will find someone that is your own age, that will be able to love and take care of you like I can not. Our relationship must not continue in any way, shape, or form other than friendship. I am here to protect you from Lord Voldemort, and I will, at any cost. I will give my life for you if the situation deems necessary.

You must not tell anyone what has happened between us. Not Harry, not Ron, not a single soul. If this information were to fall into the wrong hands, as you surely know, my life would be lost. You are still a minor in the laws of society, Hermione, and what we shared is illegal, whether you want to believe it or not.

Please forgive me for all that has happened.

Yours Forever,

Tonks


I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, pangs of guilt overwhelming me. I left the note on the table and moved to the door, willing myself not to turn and look back at her. But I did and my heart broke. She was so beautiful just then, with sheens of sweat all over her body as she bathed in the afterglow of her first night of passionate sex with another human being.

A part of me wanted to crawl back in bed and wrap my arms around her, holding her throughout the night. But I knew that I couldn’t. I had written the truth in that note, what happened between us could never ever under any circumstances happen again.

I shut the door quietly behind me and reached my room within moments. I fell on the bed and into a restless sleep, dreaming only of the woman that I longed to have beside me for an eternity.