Medicinal Seduction or How to Restore an Auror

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 1 ~ Snape’s Dubious Prescription for Restoration

Kingsley Shacklebolt sat in the dimly lit room, across from Nymphadora Tonks, or ‘Tonks’ for short, who was sitting cross-legged in the four-poster bed, her face partly in shadow. He listened to her talk about her feelings about what happened to her. He was her trainer after all, and that also placed him in the position as her confidant. She refused to talk to the medi-witches specially trained in counseling rape victims. She couldn’t relate to them. She was an Auror, a woman trained to fight against dark powers, not a common victim. She hadn’t been accosted in an alleyway somewhere. She had been overpowered in battle by deatheaters and brutally raped as a result. She went down fighting. The medi-witches didn’t understand her mindset, what drove her. So she turned to the only one she felt comfortable with, the man who had trained her, and rescued her from the deatheaters, fellow auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“Do you want to know the worst part of all this?” Tonks said, bitterly, “I used to love sex. As a metamorphmagus, sex was incredible. I could change into anything, anyone, even mid-coitus and my partner and me could catch a great nut, you know? Now, I don’t want a man to touch me. Kinda sad. It’s like a light’s gone out in the world.”

Kingsley sat and listened to the auror. He was intrigued, and saddened. Tonks had so much life in her, and to have a part of it dimmed was a sin. He had never thought about what her sex life was like. His only concern was that she could both initiate and survive an attack. That she were trained to fight and fight well.

“There’s more to life than sex, Tonks,” Kingsley said, reaching something to comfort the young woman.

“Yeah. I still got my health, right? What a load of bullshit.” The auror said, rolling over into a partial fetal position, and turning her head to face the wall. She fell silent. Kingsley knew she would be this way for hours. He rubbed his face, feeling helpless.

At this point Professor Severus Snape opened the door and walked in. He looked down at Kingsley and asked, “How is Miss Tonks holding up, Mr. Shacklebolt?”

The black Auror shook his head.

“I see,” Snape said, cocking his head at the young woman curled in a fetal position, facing the wall. He turned to Kingsley.

“Mr. Shacklebolt, may I talk to you out in the hall?” he asked.

“Sure,” the Auror replied, rising from his chair and following the black robed Potions Master out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

Snape turned and looked at Kingsley with a measured glance..

“Nymphadora was your protégé, wasn’t she?” Snape asked him, his black eyes glittering.

“Yes, I trained her personally,” Kingsley replied.

“So you two had a relationship of trust, I presume,” Snape continued.

“Yes, I suppose you can say that. Training requires an enormous amount of trust. Teaching lethal fighting methods requires full contact, and without trust it wouldn’t be possible to teach it properly,” Kingsley said.

“So you have been in bodily contact with Miss Tonks quite frequently, in a non-sexual manner.” Snape mused almost to himself.

“Yes,” Kingsley said, wondering where the Potions Master was going with this.

“Do you want to help restore Miss Tonks, Mr. Shacklebolt, to her former level of irritating cheerfulness?” Snape asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I’d like to see her back to her old self, yes,” the Auror replied.

“You know of my service to the Dark Lord and to the Order,” Snape said, “I am very familiar with deatheater rape. They apply a spell to their sexual organs that gives them intense pleasure, but inversely gives the receipient of their attentions unbearable pain. Women who undergo this form of rape can be ruined beyond restoration. They become fearful of intimacy, and the result is if they are not, re-programed, for lack of a better word, they become unable to endure male contact at all, even socially. And this affects their entire life, not just their sex life. Eventually they can no longer function in normal society and have to be put away. There is only one cure for this kind of violation. To replace the horror of the act with a pleasant one as soon as possible.”

Snape looked at Kingsley. “She needs a positive sexual experience, Mr. Shacklebolt, and I dare say you are possibly the only male who will be able to provide it for her, since she would not associate your contact with her as potentially sexual in nature.”

“What?” Kingsley said, looking at the Potions Master as if he needed a time out in St. Mungo’s Hospital.

Snape looked at him, tiredly, “Surely you understand me, Mr. Shacklebolt. If you want to restore Miss Tonks to her former self, you will have to get her back in training, seduce her through body contact, and give her a positive sexual experience. In other words, you would have to fuck her back to health.”

Kingsley’s brown eyes went wide as saucers. Snape smirked at the astonished black man.

“Me do Tonks? I don’t think so, Professor,” he said, frowning at the dark wizard.

“If you don’t, she will be worthless to the Order, and to herself. It would be a terrible waste, considering her talent for transforming. She is valuable. She can go places where the rest of us cannot. Does it seem like such a terrible chore, Mr. Shacklebolt?”

Kingsley liked sex, of course. But Tonks? He had never thought about her like that. She was like a human pixie, or sprite, flitting here and there, spreading laughter, cracking raunchy jokes, changing the color of her hair every other day, and generally all about having a good time. Well that was how she used to be. He had enjoyed her that way. She brought lightness to an otherwise sober existence. He looked at Snape, not answering him.

“I would do it myself, Mr. Shacklebolt,” Snape said in his silky voice, “but she never has warmed up to me. Few do, actually. She wouldn’t let me within twenty feet of her the way she is. Plus she knows I am a double agent, and for all intents and purposes, a deatheater. Even to attempt seduction would do irreparable harm since she suffered at the hands of deatheaters, with whom I am associated.”

Kingsley just looked at the Potions Master blankly. He had no idea what to say to this. Snape sighed.

“Well, you think about it, Mr. Shacklebolt. The girl needs you. The Order needs her. You would be doing a service to both,” here Snape raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice, “ and, knowing Miss Tonks talent for physical transformation, I dare say the experience would have its own personal rewards.”

Snape turned with a billow of robes. “Goodbye Mr. Shacklebolt. I trust you will do the right thing.” He swept down the hall and disappeared.

Kingsley stared after him a moment, then returned to the bedroom where Tonks was. She was still curled up, facing the wall. By her breathing, Kingsley could tell she wasn’t asleep. Just in that semi-catonic state she lapsed into longer and longer each day. She really wasn’t getting any better. And he had felt helpless as what to do to help her.

His chocolate eyes surreptiously swept over her body. She was slim, and quite muscular in a feminine way, with well-rounded breasts and hips. She wasn’t bad to look at really, having a rather sharp but pretty elfin face, wide, expressive eyes, a little turned up nose and a full mouth always quirked in a wry grin. She wore her hair short…liking to spike it in an astonishing manner.

He felt like a lecher. She had been under his tutalege for three years now, since graduating from Hogwarts. Tonks was terribly clumsy then…it had been a real chore getting her up to snuff, and even now she could be counted on to occasionally fall over something clearly visible, or knock an item off a shelf or table at the worst possible moment. Yet her ability to change into anyone or anything was a great asset to the Order, so her other shortcomings were for the most part overlooked. Besides, she was a powerful fighter. Those deatheaters only managed to overpower her by the element of surprise, stunning her from behind, while hidden in a thick swirl of smoke from the ongoing battle.

They had dragged her into a vacated building and stripped her. It took four of them to hold her as the fifth raped her. Then they exchanged places. It was a while before Kingsley located her by her horrible screaming, and blasted them away from her with such force that two of them were instantly killed. He then bound the remaining three, wrapped the screaming, shuddering, naked Tonks in his cloak and apparated back with her to Headquarters, where she was treated by Snape and the medi-witches were summoned. She refused to go to St. Mungo’s, asking for Kingsley to stay with her at Headquarters, which he did.

Now, Snape expected him to fuck her. Kingsley sighed. He had done a lot of things for the good of the Order, but this? He rubbed his hand over his bald head in exasperation. The Order needed her. She was indispensable.

“Tonks?” he called to her.

“Yeah, Kingsley,” she responded, not turning over.

“How do you feel about doing some more intensive training. It might help. At least it will give you something to do, get you out of bed. You have to get up and about.”

There was silence for a while, and Kingsley thought she might have gone back into her own little world.

“Sounds all right,” she said, “you’ll still work with me right? I don’t want anybody else.”

“Yes, Tonks. Just like we’ve always done,” Kingsley replied, feeling guilty at the lie. It certainly wouldn’t be the same.

“Right-o, then,” she replied, falling silent again.

Kingsley let his head fall into his hands. Being in the Order was a real trial sometimes.

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A/N: I love Tonks and Kingsley. Let’s see where this story goes. For my readers familiar with the “What Was I Thinking” world, this story is pre-Severus/Hermione. Hermione is still in about her third year at Hogwarts when this takes place, and sleeping with Severus is the furthest thing from her mind. So his statement that he’d screw Tonks is pretty much in character for him at this point in time, since he has no attachments.