Harry woke with a start, momentarily disoriented. Sunlight was streaming through the gaps in the curtains, casting strips of golden light across the living room. The weight on his chest shifted slightly, and he looked down to see a mess of midnight black hair splayed across his torso. Tonks was still fast asleep, her breathing deep and even, and her face peaceful in relaxation.
The events of the previous night came flooding back, and Harry couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. They had fallen asleep on the couch after their movie marathon had evolved into something far more intimate. The Dursleys weren't due back until later today, which had given them the freedom to be as loud and uninhibited as they wanted.
Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was just past six in the morning. The Dursleys would be home sometime in the afternoon, which meant they had plenty of time to clean up the evidence of their activities. Not that the house was particularly messy – they'd been careful about that – but there were certain... telltale signs that would need to be addressed.
Tonks mumbled something incoherent in her sleep and snuggled closer to him. Her hair shifted color slightly, a ripple of pink washing through the black before settling again. She had told him this happened sometimes when she was deeply asleep – little unconscious shifts in her metamorphmagus abilities.
He traced light patterns on her bare shoulder, enjoying the softness of her skin under his fingers. After a few moments, Tonks stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly.
"Morning," Harry whispered, not wanting to startle her.
"Mmph," was her eloquent response as she buried her face against his chest. "Time's it?"
"Just after six," he replied, continuing to trace patterns on her skin.
"Too early," she groaned, but made no move to go back to sleep. Instead, she tilted her head up to look at him through bleary eyes. "Why're you so awake? S'not natural."
Harry chuckled. "I'm used to getting up early. Dursley household rule."
"Well, it's rude," she mumbled, stretching against him in a way that made his breath catch. "Especially after you kept me up so late."
"I kept you up?" Harry asked with feigned innocence. "Pretty sure it was you who suggested round I-don't-know-what."
Tonks grinned lazily. "Worth it," she said, her voice still husky with sleep. "But Merlin, I'm knackered. You've got too much stamina for your own good, Potter."
"Are you complaining?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not even a little bit," she replied, shifting to kiss him softly. "Just stating facts. You're making this old woman feel her age."
Harry snorted. "You're twenty-four, Nym. Hardly ancient."
"Feel about a hundred and four right now," she said, stretching again with a little groan. "Everything aches in the best possible way."
Harry felt a surge of pride at her words, knowing he was the cause of her pleasurable discomfort. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should," she said, finally seeming to wake up properly. Her hair shifted to full, midnight black once again as she became more alert. "So, what's the plan for today? Dursleys back when?"
"In a few hours," Harry replied. "We should probably get the house in order before they arrive. And maybe shower."
"Definitely shower," Tonks agreed, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. "I've got your scent all over me, which is lovely, but not something I want to explain to your aunt and uncle."
Harry sat up too, leaning over to kiss her shoulder. "Shower together?" he suggested hopefully.
Tonks laughed, the sound bright and clear in the quiet morning. "Nice try, Potter, but I know where that leads, and we've got things to do." She glanced around the living room. "Like figuring out what that stain is on your uncle's favorite chair."
Harry followed her gaze and winced. "Ah. That would be from when you... well, you know."
"When I rode you like a Firebolt and lost control of my magic a bit?" Tonks supplied helpfully, a mischievous grin on her face.
Harry felt his cheeks heat. "Yeah, that."
"Worth it," she repeated, standing up and stretching fully. She was wearing only his t-shirt, which hung to the middle of her thighs, and Harry couldn't help but admire the view.
"You're staring, Harry," she said without looking at him.
"Can you blame me?" he replied, not bothering to deny it.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, her grin turning predatory. "No, I suppose I can't." She snatched up her pants from the floor and stepped into them. "But seriously, stain. Chair. Problem."
Harry sighed and stood up, pulling on his boxers. "I'll get some cleaning supplies from the kitchen. You might want to put on more clothes before venturing out there."
"What, you don't think your aunt would appreciate my fashion sense?" she asked, gesturing to her outfit – or lack thereof.
"I think she'd have a heart attack," Harry replied dryly. "Though that might not be the worst thing in the world..."
"Harry," Tonks admonished, though there was laughter in her eyes. "That's not very nice."
"Neither are they," he countered, but there was no real heat in his words. Nym's presence had made the Dursleys' absence more bearable than usual.
"Fair point," she conceded. "Alright, I'll get dressed and meet you back here in five. Then we tackle Operation: Erase Evidence of Debauchery."
"Is that really what we're calling it?" Harry asked, amused.
Tonks winked at him. "Got a better name?"
"Not off the top of my head," he admitted.
"Then Operation: E.E.D. it is," she declared, scooping up the rest of her clothes from where they'd been discarded around the room. "Five minutes, Potter. Don't dilly-dally."
Harry watched her head upstairs, appreciating the view until she disappeared from sight. With a contented sigh, he headed to the kitchen to gather cleaning supplies. Despite knowing the Dursleys would be back soon, he couldn't bring himself to feel too upset about it. Not when he had Tonks to make it bearable.
XXXXX
An hour later, the living room was spotless, and they had moved on to the kitchen. The stain on Vernon's chair had proved more stubborn than expected, requiring a discreet bit of wandwork from Tonks when Harry wasn't looking. She hadn't told him she'd cheated – better to let him think his elbow grease had done the trick.
"I still can't believe we broke that lamp," Harry said as he wiped down the kitchen counter. "How did we even manage that?"
Tonks, who was loading the dishwasher with their breakfast dishes, snorted. "I think it was when you had me against the wall and I knocked it over with my foot."
Harry's eyes glazed over slightly at the memory. "Oh. Right."
"Earth to Harry," Tonks said, snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Stop daydreaming about my glorious naked body and focus on the task at hand."
"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "It's hard not to when you keep bringing it up."
"You're insatiable," she said, but there was a pleased note in her voice. "Look, we've got about six hours, maybe seven until they get back. We need to finish cleaning, then I want to go over some of those spells we read about in that book."
Harry nodded, forcing himself to focus. "You're right. Though you're not making it easy with those shorts."
Tonks had changed into a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a tank top, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. It was casual and practical, but on her, it looked like something out of one of Harry's more vivid fantasies.
"These old things?" she asked innocently, doing a little twirl that had Harry's mouth going dry, especially after taking in the swell of her butt-cheeks right where the shorts ended. "Just practical cleaning attire."
"About as practical as a chocolate teapot," he muttered.
Tonks laughed. "I heard that. And for your information, a chocolate teapot can be very practical if you're trying to make chocolate tea."
"Is that even a thing?" Harry asked skeptically.
"It could be," she replied, closing the dishwasher and starting it. "I'm just saying, don't knock it till you've tried it."
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry said, finishing with the counter and moving to put away the cleaning supplies. "So, spells?"
"Yes," Tonks said, her demeanor shifting slightly, becoming more serious. "You've been doing much better than I'd expected so far. I know I can't tell you specifics about what's going on, thanks to Dumbledore's charm, but we can at least make sure you are as prepared for when the time comes."
Harry nodded, appreciating her concern. "What did you have in mind?"
"I want to go over wards again," she said. "Shield charms are good, but there are variations you should know. Some are more effective against different types of attacks, especially with wide-area effects."
"Can we practice outside?" Harry asked. "It's a nice day, and I feel like I've been cooped up too long."
"Sure," Tonks agreed. "The park should be empty this early. We can go through the theory and wand movements there, then maybe get lunch before heading back to welcome the Dursleys."
Harry grimaced at the thought. "Don't remind me."
Tonks stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hey, it won't be so bad. I'll be here with you, remember? Officer Tonks, making sure you don't have any psychotic episodes."
Harry snorted, resting his forehead against hers. "You're having too much fun with this."
"Damn right," she replied, kissing the tip of his nose. "Now, go get dressed in something suitable for the park. I'll finish up down here."
"Sure," he said, giving her ass a brief squeeze that had her smirking.
As he headed upstairs, he couldn't help but think how different this summer was from what he'd expected. With Tonks around, even the prospect of the Dursleys' return couldn't dampen his spirits completely. He just hoped it would last.
XXXXX
The park was indeed nearly deserted when they arrived. A few early morning joggers and dog walkers were the only other people around, and they paid Harry and Tonks no mind as they found a secluded spot beneath a large oak tree.
"Right," Tonks said, sitting cross-legged on the grass and motioning for Harry to join her. "Wards. What do you know about them?"
Harry sat opposite her, their knees almost touching. "Not much," he admitted. "I know the shield charms, the different kinds. They're all for different levels of spells, but the crux is the same. They create a magical shield against physical and magical attacks. But I don't know about wards. Should've taken Runes and Arithmancy, I guess."
Tonks nodded. "That's what I figured. So, there are several variants you should know about. You're already familiar with different variants of Protego like Protego Duo, Protego Maxima, and Protego Totalum. All get increasingly stronger. But the wards are serious business. They create a shield around an area, not just in front of you. It's what we use to protect locations."
"Yeah, that much I know. What about the one Dumbledore put around Privet Drive?" Harry asked.
"I don't know which ward it is, but I can tell you not all are as complex or powerful," Tonks explained. "Dumbledore's wards are next-level stuff. I can teach you the basics of warding, but not his level of warding."
Harry nodded, absorbing the information. "What else?"
"Protego Horribilis is designed specifically to repel dark magic," Tonks continued. "It's more difficult to cast but can be crucial in a fight with Death Eaters. And then there's Fianto Duri, which is essentially a powerful version of the defense ward intended to keep intruders out. Can be nasty depending on the caster's intent."
"Can you show me the wand movements?" Harry asked, reaching for his wand.
Tonks glanced around to make sure no one was watching too closely. "Sure, but be subtle. We don't want to attract unwanted attention."
For the next hour, they went through the wand movements for each variant, with Tonks correcting Harry's form and providing tips. Despite the serious nature of what they were learning, there was an easy camaraderie between them, punctuated by teasing and laughter.
"No, no, it's more of a flick at the end," Tonks said, reaching out to guide Harry's hand. "Like this."
Her touch sent a pleasant warmth through him, and he had this sudden thought of teasing her. Hiding a smirk, he started deliberately making small mistakes just to feel her hand on his again. After the third time, she narrowed her eyes at him.
"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" she accused.
Harry tried to look innocent. "Doing what?"
"Getting the movement wrong so I'll touch you," she said, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.
"I would never," he replied, failing to keep a straight face.
Tonks rolled her eyes. "You're incorrigible."
"You like it," he countered.
"Merlin help me, I do," she admitted with a laugh. "But seriously, focus. This could save your life someday."
Harry nodded, becoming serious again. "You're right. Show me once more?"
Tonks demonstrated the correct wand movement for Fianto Duri, and this time Harry watched with genuine focus, replicating it perfectly.
"Much better," she approved. "You're a quick learner when you're not deliberately messing up."
"I had a good incentive before," he said with a grin.
"And what's your incentive now?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Staying alive," he replied simply. "And making sure the people I care about stay alive too."
Tonks' expression softened. "That's a good incentive," she said quietly.
They continued practicing for another half hour before deciding to take a break. It was a cloudy day, and as such, the park had begun to fill with more people as the morning progressed, making it harder to practice discreetly.
"Let's get lunch," Tonks suggested, packing away the books they'd brought. "I'm starving after all that magical theory."
"Fish and chips it is," Harry decided, winking at her as they walked out of the park.
XXXXX
The Dursleys arrived home at precisely 2:17 PM, their car pulling into the driveway with a crunch of gravel. Harry and Tonks were sitting in the living room, ostensibly reviewing some of Harry's psychiatric evaluation paperwork, though they'd actually been discussing defense strategies.
"Here we go," Harry muttered as he heard car doors slamming.
Tonks squeezed his hand reassuringly before moving to sit in a separate chair, maintaining the professional facade they needed to present.
The front door burst open, and Vernon Dursley's bulky frame filled the entryway, followed by Petunia's thin one and Dudley's substantial one.
"We're back, boy!" Vernon called out, then stopped short when he saw Tonks sitting in the living room. "Oh. You're still here."
"Mr. Dursley," Tonks acknowledged with a cool nod. "I trust you had a pleasant weekend?"
Vernon's mustache twitched as he seemingly remembered that Tonks was supposedly a psychiatric officer with authority over Harry. "Yes, quite," he said stiffly. "Very... normal."
"I'm glad to hear it," Tonks said, her tone professionally pleasant. "Harry and I have been continuing his evaluations. He's making excellent progress."
Petunia had moved into the living room by now, her eyes darting around the space as if looking for evidence of misconduct. Harry knew she wouldn't find any – they'd been meticulous in their cleaning.
"The house looks... adequate," she said finally, apparently unable to find fault.
"Thank you, Aunt Petunia," Harry said with exaggerated politeness. "We've been careful to maintain your high standards."
Tonks shot him a warning look, though her eyes were dancing with suppressed laughter.
Dudley had headed straight for the kitchen, evidently more interested in food than in the interaction taking place in the living room. Harry heard the refrigerator door open, followed by Dudley's aggrieved voice: "Mum! There's no cake left!"
"I'll go shopping tomorrow, Duddikins!" Petunia called back, then turned to Harry with narrowed eyes. "You didn't eat all our food, did you?"
"Only what was allotted to me," Harry replied innocently.
"Hmph," was Petunia's only response as she headed towards the kitchen, presumably to console Dudley about the lack of cake.
Vernon lingered, his eyes moving between Harry and Tonks with suspicion. "Nothing... unusual happened while we were away?"
"Define unusual, Mr. Dursley," Tonks said, her voice professionally curious.
Vernon's face reddened slightly. "You know. None of his... freakishness."
Harry tensed, but Tonks remained perfectly calm. "I can assure you, Mr. Dursley, that Harry has been a model patient. We've focused solely on therapeutic techniques approved by the court. Nothing... unusual occurred."
Vernon seemed unsure whether to be relieved or disappointed. Finally, he grunted and moved towards the stairs. "I'll be unpacking if you need me. Which you won't."
As soon as Vernon was out of earshot, Tonks leaned over to Harry. "Your uncle is a real charmer," she whispered.
"You have no idea," Harry muttered back. "This is him being polite because you're here."
Tonks looked like she wanted to say more, but at that moment, Petunia returned from the kitchen.
"Will you be staying for dinner, Officer?" she asked Tonks, her tone making it clear what answer she was hoping for.
"I'm afraid I can't tonight," Tonks replied smoothly. "I have reports to file at the office. But I'll be back tomorrow morning to continue Harry's evaluation."
Petunia's relief was almost palpable. "I see. Well, we'll expect you tomorrow, then."
"Nine o'clock sharp," Tonks confirmed with a professional nod.
Petunia retreated to the kitchen again, and Tonks turned to Harry with a sigh. "I should probably head out soon. Give them time to settle back in without me hovering."
Harry nodded, trying not to show his disappointment. "I understand."
"Walk me out?" Tonks suggested, loud enough for anyone listening to hear.
"Of course," Harry agreed, standing up.
As they headed for the front door, they passed the Dursleys' car parked in the driveway. Tonks caught Harry's eye and gave him a meaningful look, her lips quirking up in a barely suppressed smirk. Harry returned the look, remembering their plans for that car later tonight.
Once they were outside and out of earshot of the house, Tonks dropped the professional demeanor. "Merlin's pants, Harry, I still can't fathom how you live with them. They're awful."
"They're actually being nice right now because you're here," Harry replied with a grimace. "You should see them when there's no one watching."
Tonks' hair darkened slightly, gaining a coppery tint to it, a sign Harry had come to recognize as her getting angry. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them. If it weren't for Dumbledore..."
"I know," Harry said, cutting her off before she could get too worked up. "It's only for the summer. And having you here makes it bearable."
Her expression softened, and her hair returned to its midnight black. "I would've stayed, but after last night, I've got to report back in person. I'll be back tomorrow morning. And maybe tonight, if you can sneak out to the car around midnight?"
Harry grinned. "I'll be there. Vernon always goes to bed by ten, and once he's asleep, nothing short of a nuclear explosion could wake him."
"Challenge accepted," Tonks teased, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, making sure they were hidden from the houses. "Be safe tonight, Harry. You've got your wand?"
"Always," he confirmed, patting his pocket where his wand was hidden.
"Good. Keep it close. And remember what we practiced today."
"I will," he promised. "See you at midnight?"
"It's a date," she confirmed with a wink, then raised her voice for the benefit of anyone who might be watching from the house. "Goodbye, Mr. Potter. Remember your breathing exercises for when you feel overwhelmed."
Harry played along. "Yeah. Thank you for your help."
With one last secretive smile, Tonks left Harry to face the Dursleys alone for the first time in days.
XXXXX
The evening with the Dursleys was as unpleasant as Harry had expected. Vernon complained about his business associates, Petunia gossiped about the neighbors, and Dudley recounted tales of his boxing victories that Harry strongly suspected were exaggerated. Harry himself was largely ignored, which suited him fine. His thoughts were occupied with Tonks and their midnight rendezvous.
After dinner, which consisted of takeaway pizza that Vernon had brought home (Harry was allowed two slices, while Dudley consumed nearly an entire pizza by himself), Harry retreated to his room, supposedly to practice his "calming techniques." In reality, he spent the time reviewing the warding techniques Tonks had taught him, practicing the wand movements without actually casting.
By the time eleven o'clock rolled around, the house was quiet. Dudley had gone out with his gang around nine, while Vernon and Petunia had retired to their bedroom shortly after ten. Harry waited another hour, wanting to be sure they were deeply asleep before he attempted to sneak out.
At midnight exactly, Harry crept down the stairs, wincing at every creak. He'd changed into jeans and a t-shirt, with his wand securely in his pocket. The front door had been locked and bolted by Vernon – a measure meant to keep Harry in rather than intruders out – but Harry had become adept at picking locks during his years of confinement at the Dursleys'.
It took him less than a minute to undo the bolt and turn the lock, easing the door open just enough to slip through. Once outside, he closed it quietly behind him, knowing he'd have to climb back in through his bedroom window later.
The night was warm, with a slight breeze that ruffled his hair as he made his way to Vernon's car, parked in the driveway. Tonks wasn't there yet, but that didn't surprise him. She'd said midnight, but she was habitually late to everything.
He settled himself on the hood of the car to wait, leaning back against the windshield and looking up at the stars. The light pollution in Little Whinging made it hard to see many, but he could make out a few of the brighter ones.
"Beautiful night," a soft voice said from beside him, making him jerk.
"Fucking hell, Nym!" he hissed, his heart racing. "Don't do that!"
Tonks materialized fully as she removed the Disillusionment Charm, grinning unapologetically. "Sorry, couldn't resist. You're cute when you're startled."
"I'm going to put a collar with a bell on you," Harry grumbled, though there was no real annoyance in his voice.
"Kinky," she replied with a wink, sliding onto the hood of the car beside him. "So, how was your evening with the delightful Dursleys?"
"About as fun as a detention with Snape," Harry replied dryly. "But it was fine. They mostly ignored me, which is the best I can hope for."
Tonks's hair shifted to a deeper shade of pink as she frowned.
Harry saw her reaction and sighed. "I'm used to it. And besides, I've got more important things to worry about. Like how we're going to get into this car without setting off the alarm."
"Leave that to me," Tonks said, pulling out her wand. "Alohomora."
The car doors unlocked with a soft click, and Tonks grinned triumphantly. "After you," she said, gesturing to the back door.
Harry slid off the hood and opened the back door, sliding into the spacious backseat. Vernon's car was one of his prized possessions – a luxury sedan that he'd bought to impress his business associates. The leather seats were soft and well-maintained, and there was plenty of room for what they had planned.
Tonks followed him in, closing the door softly behind her. She cast a quick Silencing Charm on the interior of the car, followed by a Notice-Me-Not Charm on the windows.
"There," she said, tucking her wand away. "Now we won't be disturbed. And even if someone walks by, they won't notice anything unusual about the car."
"Have I mentioned lately that you're brilliant?" Harry said, reaching for her.
"Not in the last few hours," she replied, moving closer to him. "I think you should remind me."
"You're brilliant, Nymphadora Tonks," Harry said, knowing the use of her full first name would rile her up.
Her eyes narrowed playfully. "You're playing with fire, Potter."
"Maybe I want to get burned," he replied, pulling her closer.
"That can be arranged," she murmured, leaning in to kiss him.
The kiss quickly deepened, their hands exploring familiar territory with new urgency. The thrill of being in Vernon's car – a space so forbidden to Harry that he'd never even been allowed to sit in it before – added an extra edge of excitement.
"We should have done this sooner," Tonks gasped as Harry's lips moved to her neck.
"Better late than never," he replied, his hands slipping under her shirt.
Tonks's fingers tangled in Harry's hair, pulling him closer as their kisses grew more fervent. The leather seats creaked softly beneath them, a reminder of the audacity of their location. Vernon's car, pristine and pompous, was the perfect stage for their rebellion. Harry's heart raced, not just from Tonks's touch but from the sheer thrill of defiling this fucking space. He'd hate this, Harry thought, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. Good.
"Merlin, you're trouble," Tonks whispered against his mouth, her breath hot and teasing. She shifted, straddling his lap, her knees pressing into the plush leather on either side of him. The movement made her shirt ride up, exposing a sliver of pale skin that Harry couldn't resist tracing with his fingertips.
"Me? You're the one breaking into cars and casting charms like a bloody mastermind," Harry shot back, his hands sliding up her sides, pushing her shirt higher. Her skin was warm, soft, and the way she shivered under his touch sent a jolt through him. She's always so responsive, he thought, marveling at how every brush of his fingers seemed to ignite her.
Tonks smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Had to make sure we're safe, didn't I? Can't have some Muggle catching us mid-shag." She leaned back slightly, tugging her shirt over her head in one fluid motion and tossing it onto the front seat. Her bra was a deep purple, a stark contrast to her fair skin, and Harry's breath caught. She's unreal, he thought, his pulse hammering.
"Like what you see, Potter?" she teased, arching an eyebrow as she caught his stare. Her confidence was intoxicating, and Harry loved how she owned every moment, every glance.
"Always," he murmured, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her lips, the faint hint of peppermint from the gum she'd been chewing earlier. His fingers traced the edge of her bra, lingering for a moment, teasing her.
Tonks broke the kiss, her lips hovering just above his. "Go on," she whispered, her voice low and aroused. "Don't you tease me now."
Harry didn't need more prompting. His fingers deftly unhooked her bra, and she shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. He paused, taking her in, his heart thudding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. His hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Tonks gasped as he leaned down and started rolling his tongue around one of her nipples, her head tipping back, and the sound sent a surge of heat through him.
"Harry," she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance. "You're gonna drive me fucking mad!"
"Good," he replied teasingly against her tits, his voice rough with desire. "Consider it payback for all the times you've teased me." He leaned forward, kissing along her collarbone, then lower, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her breast. Tonks moaned softly, her fingers tightening in his hair, urging him on. Seeing how much she was loving this encouraged him to be bolder, to explore every inch of her with his mouth.
Tonks's hands weren't idle. She tugged at his shirt, impatience clear in her movements. "Off," she demanded, her voice a mix of command and plea. Harry chuckled, pulling back just long enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Her hands were on him immediately, tracing the lines of his chest, her nails grazing his skin in a way that made him shiver.
"Bloody hell, Tonks," he muttered, catching her wrists and pulling her closer. "You're not playing fair."
"Fair's boring," she retorted, her lips curling into a wicked smile. She kissed him again, her tongue teasing his, and Harry felt like he was drowning in her. His hands were roaming her back, fingers digging into her hips as she rocked against him. The friction was maddening, and he could feel himself hardening, the tight confines of his jeans becoming unbearable.
Tonks seemed to sense it too. She pulled back, her eyes dark with want as she reached for the button of his jeans. "You ready?" she asked, her voice softer now, checking in despite the heat of the moment.
Harry nodded, his throat tight. "Yeah," he managed, his hands resting on her thighs as she deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She slid them down just enough, her fingers brushing against his hardness through his boxers, and Harry hissed, his head falling back against the seat.
"Sensitive, are we?" Tonks teased, her fingers continuing their torturous exploration. She leaned in, kissing his jaw, then his neck, her lips lingering where his pulse raced. "I like that."
"You're evil," Harry groaned, but there was no real complaint in his voice. He reached for her jeans, fumbling with the button in his eagerness. "Your turn."
Tonks laughed, a low, throaty sound that made his stomach flip. "Impatient, Potter?" She helped him, shimmying out of her jeans and kicking them off, leaving her in just her knickers. Harry's hands found her hips, pulling her back onto his lap, and the feel of her bare skin against his was electric.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he said, his voice rough. He kissed her fiercely, one hand sliding up her thigh, his fingers brushing the edge of her knickers. Tonks whimpered, her hips shifting closer, and Harry took it as encouragement, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. She was warm, wet, and the sound she made as he touched her slick pussy was enough to make his head spin. I could listen to her forever, he thought, his movements careful but intense, guided by her reactions.
"Harry," she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in. "Don't stop."
"Not planning to," he replied, his voice low, focused on her pleasure. He watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut, and the way her lips parted as she moved against his hand. She's so beautiful like this, he thought, completely undone by her.
Tonks's breathing grew ragged, her movements more urgent. "Harry, I need—" She didn't finish, but she didn't have to. He knew what she wanted, what they both wanted. She tugged at his boxers, freeing him, and Harry groaned at the sudden relief, followed by the heat of her hand around his cock.
"Nym," he managed, his voice strained.
She met his eyes, her gaze steady despite the flush on her cheeks. She kissed him, slow and deep, as she positioned herself above him. Harry's hands steadied her hips, and when she sank down onto him, they both moaned, the sensation overwhelming.
The stretch and heat of him filling her made her moan, her head tipping back as she adjusted. Merlin, he feels incredible, she thought, her body already craving more.
Harry's grip tightened, his breath coming in short bursts as she began to move. "Fuck, Nym," he groaned, his eyes locked on her as she set a slow, sensual rhythm. The way she moved, confident and unhurried, drove him wild.
"Language, Harry," she teased, though her own voice was shaky with pleasure. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders as she picked up the pace. The car rocked slightly with their movements, the leather creaking under them. "Vernon would have a heart attack if he saw this."
Harry laughed, the sound rough and breathless. "Worth it," he said, thrusting up to meet her, matching her rhythm. The sensation was electric, every movement pushing them closer to the edge. "You feel so good."
"So do you," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built. He's hitting every spot just right, she thought, her body trembling with the intensity of it. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a messy, desperate kiss, their breaths mingling as they moved together.
Harry's hands roamed her back, one sliding down to grip her arse, guiding her movements.
The Silencing Charm ensured their gasps and moans stayed contained, but the intensity of it all made Harry feel like the world could hear them anyway. Tonks's hands braced against his chest, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and Harry couldn't look away from her.
"Harry," Tonks panted, her voice breaking. "I'm close."
"Me too," he admitted, his hands tightening on her hips.
She shifted slightly, changing the angle, and they both moaned at the new sensation. This is perfect, she thought, lost in the rhythm of their bodies and the heat of his skin against hers.
The tension coiled tighter, their movements growing more urgent. Harry's hand slipped between them, finding her clit and circling it with just the right pressure. "Come on, Nym," he urged, his voice low and encouraging. "Let go for me."
"Bossy," she panted, but the added stimulation pushed her closer to the edge. He's too good at this, she thought, her body tightening as the pleasure increased. "Harry—fuck, I'm—"
Her words broke off into a cry as her orgasm hit, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Harry groaned, the sight and feel of her coming undone pushing him over the edge. He thrust up one last time, his own release crashing through him as he held her close.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathless, clinging to each other. Tonks rested her forehead against his, her breath warm against his skin. "Bloody hell, Harry," she murmured, a smile in her voice. "That was…"
"Yeah," Harry agreed, still catching his breath. Perfect, he thought, his hands stroking her sweat-slicked back.
Tonks chuckled, lifting her head to look at him. "We just shagged in Vernon's car. He'd have a heart attack."
Harry grinned, the thought ridiculously satisfying. "Worth it."
"Definitely," she said, kissing him softly. "I hope you're not done though."
Harry watched as she slowly slid off his lap and got to her hands and knees on the seat beside him, reaching out for his slick manhood. She meticulously cleaned it off, taking time to stroke him back to hardness.
"You're one greedy woman," he teased.
"You complaining?" She asked with a grin as she stroked him back to hardness, her seductive gaze penetrating his. Smirking, she dropped a soft kiss on the tip before turning around on the spot, pushing her plump rear high in the air, right in his face. "Go on. You know you want to."
Harry didn't need any further encouragement and he took up his place behind her, one hand reaching out to sink his fingers into her round arse and the other aligning the head of his cock with her dripping entrance. They both groaned as Harry slowly fed his cock into her from behind.
"Not only me, Nym, but we both know we want to," Harry growled as he gave a powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her, and Tonks could do nothing but moan in pleasure.
Vernon's car had never witnessed such an alluring sight, nor would it ever again.
To be continued…
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