Despite Harry's exciting extra-curricular activities, they were still in the midst of another boring school year. He'd been having some secret lessons with the Headmaster, going into more detail about Voldemort's background and past, in the hopes that it might give them some useful insights. Dumbledore had also given Harry the task of befriending Professor Slughorn, in an attempt to get the old man to tell him about a past memory. But aside from this; is sexual prowess was definitely having some interesting effects. Also, it seemed only to work when he came inside of them.
It was as if the encounters were a crucible, amplifying his magical abilities, each girl playing a unique role in enhancing different facets of his magical prowess. It was like a puzzle that Harry was slowly piecing together.
With Ginny, he felt a profound surge in his overall magical strength. It was as if being with her ignited a core of power within him, fueling his spells, enhancing his reflexes, and making him feel more in tune with the very essence of magic itself. There was an unspoken connection between them that seemed to transcend the boundaries of wizardry, a bond that added an edge to his skills across the board.
When he fucked Hermione, and Merlin did she like a fuck, it was his understanding of charms and the intricate subtleties of magical theory that flourished. Their conversations about magical principles, their joint exploration of the depths of enchantments, all seemed to elevate his knowledge and precision when it came to spellcasting. It was like Hermione was a living, breathing encyclopedia of magical knowledge, and each interaction with her expanded his understanding.
Daphne and Astoria, with their enigmatic charm and Slytherin cunning, seemed to unleash Harry's potential in a different realm. His mastery over the dark arts, which he had always been wary of exploring, seemed to sharpen. He knew that this side of his magic would need more and more work over the coming months, so perhaps he'd see some more of the Greengrass sisters, maybe even together. And, so far he wasn't sure what powers he gained from the others, but he was keen to find out.
In the quiet moments, he contemplated the significance of it all. His series of sexual encounters was bearing its fruit in the best way. Day by day, he was growing more confident in his magic, thanks to his newfound powers, and felt better about his chances with Voldemort. As the holiday break approached, Harry made the decision to head to headquarters for the start of the Christmas break. He felt that spending a few days there alone would allow him to confront the ghosts of his past, process the lingering grief, and honor Sirius's memory in the way he deserved. He knew that being at the headquarters, surrounded by reminders of his godfather, might be painful, but he believed it was an essential part of his healing process.
Ginny, understanding and supportive as ever, was planning to spend Christmas at the Burrow with her family. She knew Harry needed this time alone, but she also wanted to be there for him. They agreed that Harry would join them at the Burrow in a few days, once he had taken the time he needed.
It was a difficult decision for Harry. He loved spending time with Ginny, and their relationship had brought him so much happiness. Yet, he also knew that his emotional wounds needed tending. He needed to confront his feelings of loss, guilt, and anger. But my god, he was going to miss Ginny, and regular sex. He'd gotten far too used to having sex daily almost, and he wondered how his body would respond.
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After arriving at Grimmauld Place, Harry's first few days were filled with a mixture of emotions. The old house seemed quieter than he remembered, haunted by the absence of Sirius. It was a melancholic journey as he spent time in his godfather's room, surrounded by memories and relics from Sirius's life.
As he carefully went through Sirius's belongings, he found himself reflecting on the man who had been a mentor, a friend, and a parental figure. Each item held a story, a piece of the puzzle that made up the enigmatic Sirius Black. Letters, photographs, and various trinkets painted a portrait of a complex individual who had lived a life full of adventure, heartache, and rebellion.
On the third day, the Order sent Tonks to check on Harry. As the door to Sirius's room opened, Harry looked up, surprised to see the vibrant and spirited Auror who was now a member of the Order. The initial sadness in the room seemed to brighten with Tonks's presence.
They exchanged greetings, and Tonks expressed her concern for Harry. The conversation flowed easily, and they found themselves sharing stories about Sirius, both fond and amusing, as they reminisced about the man they had both cared for deeply.
As they talked, Harry couldn't help but notice Tonks's striking appearance. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and a mischievous twinkle, her facial structure was unique and captivating, and her energy radiated with a sense of vibrancy that was both alluring and refreshing. He admired the way she carried herself, strong and confident, even in the face of adversity.
Tonks, on the other hand, found herself drawn to Harry's presence. His handsome features, so reminiscent of his father, held a sense of strength and determination that intrigued her. His resilience in the face of loss and his commitment to the fight against Voldemort inspired a deep respect within her.
There was a subtle shift in the air as their conversation continued. Harry's gaze lingered a little longer than usual, and Tonks found herself admiring his young courage and his obvious show of desire.
As Tonks entered the room, a warm smile greeted Harry, momentarily lifting the heaviness that had been lingering since his arrival at Grimmauld Place. He appreciated her presence, knowing that she was there not just as an Auror, but also as a friend who understood the weight he carried.
"Hey, Harry," Tonks said, her voice filled with genuine concern. "How are you holding up?"
Harry appreciated her straightforwardness. "It's been tough," he admitted, a mix of emotions evident in his eyes. "But I'm doing my best."
Tonks nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I can't imagine what you're going through," she said. "Sirius was... he meant a lot to all of us."
"Yeah," Harry replied, a hint of sadness in his voice. "He was like a father to me."
Tonks took a step closer, her concern palpable. "Harry, you don't have to go through this alone. We're here for you, the Order, everyone. We're in this together."
Harry's gaze met hers, and he felt a surge of gratitude for her words. She was right; he wasn't alone, and he needed to remember that. "Thanks, Tonks," he said, sincerity in his tone.
In that moment, a pause hung in the air, a silence filled with unspoken emotions. Tonks's eyes seemed to hold a depth of understanding, and Harry found himself caught in her gaze, captivated by her presence.
As the tension between them grew, Tonks took a step closer, and before Harry could fully comprehend what was happening, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a fleeting moment, a surge of passion and connection, a gesture born from the shared intensity of the times they lived in.
The kiss was brief but powerful, leaving Harry momentarily stunned. Tonks pulled away, her cheeks flushed, and she looked at Harry, a mix of uncertainty and longing in her eyes. It was clear that the kiss had surprised even her, a burst of emotion she hadn't planned on revealing.
"I... I'm sorry," Tonks stammered, her voice slightly shaky. "I don't know what came over me."
As Tonks pulled back, her words were stuck in Harry's mind. He recalled similar points from other girls, and he wondered if in addition to his powers, he was generating a kind-of allure, similar to Veelas. Harry walked over to Tonks, and forcefully pushed her up against the wall, shoving his tongue down her throat in a moment of passion. Tonks wasn't expecting it, but she loved his confidence, returning the kiss with equal passion and force. But neither of them were in much of a mood for foreplay. Harry had been deprived of sex for almost a week now, and he always got slightly more animialistic when he hadn't had a release in a while, whilst Tonks hadn't had a good shag in years. They both backed up temporarily and removed all of their clothes, leaving them both standing there completely naked. He looked her up and down, and realised she was more than just a cute auror, she was fucking sexy. Her breasts were on the smaller side, and she had an extremely shaped ass. Her eyes were fixed on his constantly growing cock, mesmerised that blood was still flowing into it, until finally it reached its full erect size.
Breaking her train of thought, Harry slid his hands down her toned body, groping her spectacular arse. It felt great in his hands, and Harry thought that in terms of pure sexual attraction, Tonks was fairly high up on his list. He continued to cup and squeeze her cheeks, which caused Tonks to throw her head back.
"Mmmmm," she moaned loudly, "Harry....don't....you...Ginny."
Harry continued his attack on her ass, giving it the occasional rough slap as he whispered in her ear, "Yes....but she won't mind...now get on your fucking knees."
Immediately, she wasted no time in responding to his demand and dropped onto the soft carpet of the bedroom floor. Looking ahead, she grabbed his thick manhood in her small hands and began to pump up and down along its length. Harry gasped and grabbed her hair as he felt the wetness and heat of Tonks' tongue roaming around the tip of his member. Harry basked in the sensations of pleasure he was feeling, closing his eyes as Tonks' tongue slid up and down his length. Harry decided to test her abilities a bit, trying something that Hermione seemed to love. Harry placed both of his hands around her neck and the back of her head, and began to slowly rock his hips. Tonks' eyes widened briefly at the action, before embracing it, and opening her mouth as widely as she possibly could, giving Harry a nice passage to enter. It seemed that Tonks was also a victim of Harry's dominating effect, and almost everybody other than Ginny had, possibly because he genuinely loved her. He began pumping his hips a bit harder, pushing his dick further down her throat and almost into her gullet, and the pleasurable sensations of face-fucking swam through him, causing groans to come out of his mouth. However, after shutting his eyes and enjoying it for a minute or so, Harry was disappointed to feel the sensation stop. He opened his eyes, almost looking down to punish Tonks, but what he saw really caught his eye. The young auror was looking down at her own breasts, and as she did, they expanded into a huge pair of balloons, probably bigger than Susan's, Harry thought.
Grabbing her now G-cup tits, Tonks stared up at Harry in a cheeky manor, "Like what you see Harry?"
She followed up by reaching her hands down towards her already dripping cunt, and using her fingers, collected some of her juices, rubbing her sweet hone all over her tits. Harry was so turned on by the sight and an excellent idea came to his mind. Her juices were excellent lube. Straight after the thought, he picked her up, moving them both onto the bed. He lied her down, and straddled himself over her, before grabbing his dick, and thrusting it between her huge tits. The feeling was so different than what he'd experienced before, and he continued to fuck her tits hard, with Tonks' squeezing them together for some added friction and pleasure.
"Holy fuckk" Harry grunted, rocking his hips back and forth with purpose through her jiggling tits, whilst stroking her cunt with his spare hand, and he could tell how ready she was for him. But he wanted to do this a bit longer.
"Fuck my tits Harry, Fuck them Potter....Fuck themmmm...." Tonks cried, more out of pleasure from the fingering she was getting from Harry, twisting them inside of her.
Harry was relishing the new sensations. Tonks looked fucking hot as he was drilling his thick cock between her bouncing tits. Tonks and Harry's grunts began to echo around the small room as Harry upped his tempo again, both with his fingers and with his hips, and he could feel Tonks' getting close to her release, the movement of his fingers echoing with squelching from her wetness as he felt her breathing begin to quicken.
But Harry was ready to feel her properly now. He quickly repositioned himself, centering his cock over her wet cunt, and then a few moments later, he slammed himself into Tonks.
"Ohhhhhh" She cried at the entrance, but she tried to stay calm, moving her draped arms to her boobs and began pinching her nipples. Harry basked inside of her momentarily, feeling her tight walls attempting to milk him of what he had, but then he heard her
"Fuck me Harry, please, please, please fuck meee." She begged as Harry remained still deep inside of her. And we know that Harry doesn't need a second invitation. So he fucked her. Hard, Harry attempted to ram himself into her again and again, but it wasn't quite right - their connection was so new and raw that their timings were off, and their momvenets weren't in sync. So Harry decided to remove that probem from the equation; he grabbed her legs and flung them over his collar bones, holding them in place.
"Don't move a muscle." Harry commanded of her, and Tonks was about to reply, but she was soon pulverised by Harry's pulsating cock. Tonks closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in an attempt to hold back her screams and cries of pleasure and ecstasy. Harry continued to drill his member in and out of her quickly and efficiently, her wet cunt providing no resistance to his rough movements as he penetrated her with vigour. Harry grunted as he destroyed her little pussy, hearing her moans and whimpers only serving to push him harder and faster.
"Do you like that you little slut?" Harry said to her as he again pushed himself into her depths.
It was at this point when Tonks lost it and her resolve cracked, unleashing screams that rivalled Lavender, "YESSS IM YOUR SLUT PLEASE FUCKK MEE LIKE THAT.....YES.....RIGHT THERE.....FUCKKKKKK...FUCKKKKK....HARRY....IM CLOSE....."
The screams filled the room and Harry could feel his own orgasm approaapproachingchig, and he knew just where to do it. As he felt the wet walls of her tight cunt begin to constrict him like a snake, he reached his own climax, and shot his seed deep inside of her pussy, coating her insides.
"YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS." Tonks wailed and wailed as she felt Harry's hot cum inside of her, as she rode out her own orgasm. They both collapsed next to each other, taking a quick break. It wasn't long before round two commenced.