Chapter 15: Summer Lovin'
A loud ' CRACK ' echoed out from the nondescript alleyway. A figure clad in marble grey robes smoothed the ruffles of her clothing, dusting away dirt and grime that wasn't actually there.
Turning, sharp grey eyes purveyed their surroundings, searching for any potential threats with a hand on her wand.
Satisfied, Amelia nodded to herself and walked purposely out of the alley and onto the street.
Muggles hustled and bustled around her, going about their business without a care for anyone else. That suited her just fine, the less attention she drew the better.
After a few minutes of walking, making sure to double back and take alternating streets every now and again, she arrived at her destination. The red-haired witch was certain no one had followed her and thus the evasive maneuvers were probably unnecessary yet she did them still. You didn't become the Head of the DMLE by taking chances.
Pushing the door open, Amelia was instantly hit with the sound of loud rock music and the scent of stale beer. The inhabitants of the dive bar looked up as she entered. Most simply observed her with curiosity before turning back to their drinks though she did receive a few intense stares from a group of burly men in the corner. She didn't miss the smirks sent her way as they traded jokes between themselves, most likely about how they'd like to bed her.
Amelia ignored them all. A few innuendoes from a group of idiots would hardly faze her, though if one got a little too brave she wasn't above taking him down a peg. It may be against the law for her to use magic on a muggle, but there was nothing stopping her from socking one in the jaw.
Assaulting a handsy muggle wasn't why she was there though. Spotting a slightly haggard-looking figure at the far end of the bar, Amelia made one more sweep of the bar and walked over.
The dark-haired man didn't deign her with even a glance as she approached, simply staring at his drink in front of him. She sat next to him without a word and peered at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
Though his clothes were rough and torn, he was surprisingly clean, with shaggy hair that looked somewhat kept and a beard in desperate need of a trim. He wore a heavy black denim jacket over his thin frame, one that had more patches than any of the original material. He rolled a curious pinkish wand between his fingers, most of it kept out of sight in his sleeve.
Minutes passed and neither spoke. The man seemed content to stare at his slowly warming ale while Amelia studied every inch of him, searching for a hint of treachery.
Finally, with a sigh Amelia waved down the bartender and ordered. Once her drink was placed in front of her, a rum with a generous helping of coffee liqueur, she turned back to the man and spoke.
"You know possessing a stolen wand is a felony charge."
The dark-haired man breathed out a laugh, the noise quiet and devoid of humour. "If you're going to arrest me, then at least make it for a better reason than wand theft." He muttered. "Though I should warn you, Azkaban doesn't have the best track record when it comes to containing me."
Amelia rolled her eyes. "And here I thought freedom would cheer you up Sirius." Taking a thin folder out from within her robes, the auburn-haired witch slid it over to her companion.
Sirius took it without a word, opening it with a slight tremble in his hands. As soon as the folder was opened, the black-haired man released a shaky breath, his hands clutching the thin parchment within like a lifeline.
"That's the official decree that will be sent out via the Prophet tomorrow morning. Even then, try and keep your head down for a few days, yes? Better if the news circulates for a bit. I doubt you want some glory-seeking blowhard throwing curses at you in the middle of Diagon Alley just because he forgot to read the morning paper." Amelia drawled, sipping her drink with a raised brow.
Sirius opened his mouth to say something, snapping it shut a few times before finally responding.
"Yes I- Merlin Amy thank you! This means more than you can imagine!"
Amelia waved him off. "Thank Dumbledore. If it weren't for him turning over Pettigrew's body then I highly suspect your case wouldn't have gotten anywhere, even with my leverage." Her face turned serious for a second as she leaned in close. "Though if I were you, I'd take some serious precautions security wise. I imagine many of the Dark Lord's followers would love a chance to take down the last Black."
Sirius nodded, a perturbed look upon his face. "Way ahead of you. Dumbledore already came up with a few ideas for warding the old Black family townhome. I also got some safehouses lined up for Harry and I."
Amelia leaned back satisfied. "Good. So Harry will be staying with you?"
"For most of the summer and holidays while not at Hogwarts." A sour look passed over his face. "Though Dumbledore insists he stays with his aunt and her family for at least a week or two. Enough to recharge whatever wards surround that place. He made sure to stress to Harry that the wards not only keep him safe, but keep Tuney and her lot safe as well."
Amelia hummed. "And you don't believe they need it?"
Sirius scoffed and took a heavy swig from his glass, much of the amber liquid disappearing into his mouth. "I don't think they bloody deserve it after the shite they put Harry through. You know he slept in a cupboard until he was 11? A fucking cupboard! While their fat pig of a son had an entire spare bedroom dedicated solely to his broken toys! Psh, I say let Tom and his band of misfits have em."
"I-" Amelia started, her face morphing slowly into an angry scowl. "WHy was the ministry never informed of this?" She ground out.
"Beats me. Dumbledore probably, though if we're being honest here, would it have really even made a difference?" Sirius grumbled.
Amelia made to retort. A cry of 'Of course it would have!' on her lips before she bit the words back. Legally speaking there was little the ministry could have done, and that would have been before Malfoy or any of his ilk stepped in. They could have sent a few aurors to give the Dursley's a good talking to, but any criminal investigation or actual charges would have to be performed by the muggle police.
But even then, surely the public outcry would have forced Albus to relocate the boy somewhere else right? Amelia scoffed internally at that stray thought. No amount of public outcry could force Albus Dumbledore to do anything he didn't want to do. She knew the headmaster held no ill will toward Harry, but just because the man's a good politician and teacher, doesn't mean he's a good guardian for a child.
"I suppose you have a point there. I can only hope that his life will be better now that Mr. Potter is an adult. Having a Godfather who cares for him right by his side doesn't hurt either." She said with a small smile.
Sirius cracked one right back. "You're damn right it doesn't!' He barked with a raise of his glass. "To new beginnings!"
Amelia clinked her glass against his before tipping it back and downing her drink faster than the ex-convict. Sirius stared at her with a look of awe and amusement on his face before shrugging it off with a laugh.
"Another!" He called towards the bartender. "Now Amy… about my old wand…"
'Fuck 'Mione! Your mum is hot!'
Hermione fought off the annoyed expression that threatened to overwhelm her features. Daphne was persistent though, prodding her with errant thoughts as she introduced her girlfriends to her parents.
'One more word about my mother and I'll-.'
'Ooo you'll punish me? I think I'd like that love. I've been such a bad girl after all~' Daphne purred
'I was going to say that I'll ground you from all sex whatsoever.' She growled over their connection. Ignoring her blonde lover's protest, Hermione turned her attention back to her parents as they sat together in the family den.
"...and since little Hermione believed the library's filing system was so horrible, she spent an entire weekend secretly cataloguing the entire academia section! Oh I've never seen Mrs. Slater look so angry yet impressed at the same time before!" Emma Granger laughed. From beside her, Dan her husband chuckled along, both adults' pristine white teeth shining behind their grins.
"Do you really need to tell every embarrassing childhood story mum?" Hermione winced.
Emma waved her daughter off as she brought her tea cup up for a sip. Her mother was, true to Daphne's words, a very attractive woman. With a lithe body framed by a gentle swell of womanly curves, she cut an elegant figure that was hidden under a baggy sweater and comfortable jeans. Many had said that Hermione would one day grow to be a mirror image of Emma Granger and if she were being honest with herself, Hermione desperately hoped they were right.
"Come now Hermione, don't be so glum! It's not everyday we get to entertain friends of yours, much less girlfriends!" Emma laughed. "I only wish Harry were here as well. You've told your father and I so much about him that we can't help but want to meet this daredevil boyfriend of yours."
"I can't decide whether I'd like to shake his hand for saving your life three years ago, or clock him in the jaw for dating my little girl and two other women." Dan grumbled from his chair.
Emma rolled her eyes at her husband's words but still leaned over to pat his leg soothingly. "Hermione already explained the situation to us dear, and besides! Relationships like theirs aren't so uncommon in our world either, or did you forget about the McDouglases? You go golfing with Tom and his partner every other week while his wife, Marlene, is at the neighbourhood book club with me."
Dan conceded the point to his wife yet still held a slightly disgruntled look on his face.
Susan giggled from her place on Hermione's left, the redhead's hand firmly interlaced with her own. "Don't worry Mr. Granger, even in our world people are a bit bewildered by our relationship. It's not as rare, but still considered unconventional. Even my auntie took a bit to get used to it."
Daphne nodded along to Susan's words. "My parents too were a bit perplexed. In all honesty, I believe they're still having some trouble coming to terms with it. It may be hard to understand, but Susan and I both care for your daughter a great deal. You've raised an amazing woman and I feel so very lucky to have met her."
Hermione blushed at Daphne's words, casting her eyes down bashfully as she sent a pulse of affection over their bond. Daphne met it with a warm embrace of her own, the gentle emotions falling over her mind like a cozy blanket.
Across from them, both Granger's smiled at Daphne with approval.
"That's all we can ask dears." Emma replied. Sharing a brief look with her husband, the older Granger woman stood. "Now don't let us old fuddy-duddies ruin your day together. We have a date night planned for ourselves anyway."
Hermione stood to give her parents a quick embrace. Her father placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before going to gather his and her mother's coats. Emma watched her husband leave. As soon as he was out of earshot, the older woman embraced her daughter. "We'll be back around nine so for your father's sake, please have all your clothes on by then."
Her mother pulled back with a wink, smirking at Hermione's blazing red face. The bookworm made to respond but at that moment her father chose to return. Emma pulled away and gave the trio a wave.
"It was lovely to meet you girls! Don't be strangers!"
With that the elder Granger's left. It wasn't until they heard the telltale sound of a car starting and pulling away that any of the girls made a sound.
"Did… did your mom just give us permission to screw?" Daphne laughed with disbelief. From beside her Susan slowly nodded.
"It does seem like she did. Do you think it's a muggle thing?"
Daphne shrugged, peering out the window in confusion. "No clue. Hermione love, is that a muggle thi- MPFH!"
The blonde was interrupted as Hermione suddenly crashed her lips against hers. She stood unmoving for barely a moment before she melted into the brunette's kiss. Hermione pulled her in close, both girls wrapping themselves around each other with wandering hands. Daphne breathed a throaty moan into Hermione's lips as the other girl kneaded her ass roughly.
"Hey! No fair! Why does Daphne get a hot snog first? She's the one who was making comments about your mum's arse!" Susan whined, her thighs rubbing together in arousal.
Daphne pulled back from the kiss with a gasp and a moan as Hermione immediately sank her teeth into the blonde's neck. "Then come over here if you're so neglected, Bones."
Susan bit out a 'hmph!" and marched over. Daphne smirked as she did so. She knew the buxom Hufflepuff wasn't really upset, it was more so a game of theirs. Over the recent weeks, her and Susan had developed a sort of competitive roleplay. Nothing serious, it was simply a game of egging the other on into doing more and more kinky acts.
Their game had culminated into various delicious moments, ones that would fuel Daphne's wet dreams for years to come.
Her musings were cut short as Susan melded into her side, replacing Hermione's lips with Daphne's own and adding her tongue for good measure. All three girls slowly eased back onto the couch, with Susan and Daphne loudly sharing a sloppy kiss and Hermione straddling the blonde's lap while nibbling on her porcelain neck.
None were sure whose clothes came off first. As Susan switched to delve her tongue down Hermione's throat, hands began to pry and strip until all three were a mess of limbs in various stages of undress.
Susan gasped loudly as Daphne yanked her bra down and began to lavish her bare breasts. The heavy globes were flushed red with lust and her pinkish-capped nipples crinkled with excitement. Susan's hands reached out desperately, wishing to find purchase somewhere. They found themselves soon gripping onto the blonde's thighs, the plush flesh still covered by the skirt of her belted summer dress. Pushing the material aside, the gasping redhead blindly searched out for her lover's heat. Daphne's moan signalled her success as Susan's hand brushed against the girl's wet slit.
'Of course, she didn't wear knickers while meeting my parents.' Hermione griped in her mind, a stark contrast to her current position wrapped around Susan's torso from behind with one hand in Daphne's hair and the other working to unclasp the Hufflepuffs jeans.
Susan's laugh was mixed with a moan as Hermione's hand found purchase. 'We've known our little snake is a major slut for a while now, love.' Susan replied as she slowly eased her finger in and out of the blonde's wet cunt.
Daphne said nothing to her girlfriends' words, too focused on her task of sucking Susan's tits to care. That just wouldn't do.
A muffled scream was ripped from the blonde's lips as Susan added one more finger to her snatch and another delved into her tight ass.
"That's better." Susan purred with a moan, Hermione's fingers having invaded her own pussy just moments ago.
Daphne released the redhead's breast with a cry. She wrapped her arms tightly around Susan's neck, whimpering as her girlfriend's hand wracked her holes with hard thrusts. The strength was slowly sapped from her limbs, each moan and cry of pleasure forcing her to fall deeper against Susan's pillowy chest.
Susan wasn't in much better shape. Hermione's hand was a blur under her waistband, expertly attacking her sopping-wet folds with little mercy. Susan clamped her eyes closed in a pleasurable grimace as her body neared its climax. There was nothing the redhead could do to hold off the tidal wave of pleasure that was soon to come. The only thing she could do was increase the speed of her own hand, slamming her digits into her lover's tight holes with reckless abandon in a desperate attempt to send the blonde over the edge as well. Each wet slap earned another pant of ecstasy from the blonde.
Without warning, Susan's legs clamped together around Hermione's hand. The buxom girl heaved a scream of climax as her body tensed and pussy trembled. Daphne was not far behind. The blonde too tensed only moments later as her orgasm wreaked havoc throughout her body. The small area of the couch under them became soaked with their juices, the creamy girl-cum practically gushing from both girls' folds.
"Are you still feeling left out Susie?" Hermione whispered into her ear.
Susan could only groan in response, leaning back sluggishly as Hermione nibbled on her lobe.
"Oh I think she feels very much included." Daphne laughed from atop Susan's breasts. The blonde sat up and adjusted her skirt before throwing a smirk Hermione's way. "But we aren't done yet."
Hermione squeaked as both her girlfriends suddenly turned and pushed her backwards. The bookworm landed harmlessly on the plush couch. She was only given moments to adjust herself before the two half-naked beauties descended on her. Hermione gasped in pleasure as Daphne plunged her head between her thighs and began to lap at the brunette's cunt, while Susan swung her leg over Hermione's face, encompassing the girl's head with her thick pale thighs.
The room was once more filled with breathy moans and trembling gasps.
"Alright there Harry?" Tonks whispered to him.
"'m fine." Harry grumbled, discreetly adjusting his robes to hide the prominent erection within his pants. He swore Daphne was sending him flashes of what was happening at Hermione's house on purpose. Thankfully the heavy wooden they sat at hid the motion from view.
Mostly hid it, that was. From across the table, Fleur sent a wink his way with a bite of her bottom lip, her eyes flicking down to gesture towards his crotch. The French witch wasn't alone in her observation either. Harry pointedly ignored the teasing smirk Tonks threw his way after catching sight of the poorly concealed adjustment. The pink-haired auror shook with silent laughter as she turned back to the meeting at hand.
From the head of the table, Dumbledore finished explaining the current status of the ministry to those gathered. With Voldemort's return now firmly revealed to the public thanks to Barty Jr's capture confession, the several eyewitnesses from the raid of Riddle manor, and Harry's own confrontation with the madman during the third task, Dumbledore had thought it prudent to reform his old resistance group from the first war.
Few original members of the Order of the Phoenix remained, with only Remus, Sirius, and the real Moody in attendance today. This wasn't much of an issue though. With help from Amelia Bones, the Order was secretly bolstered by loyal members of the DMLE, something that would likely be done officially once Fudge was booted from office.
From what Dumbledore had told Harry, the bumbling minister had tried to cover up all evidence of Voldemort's return. The fool would have much rather kept his head firmly stuck in the sand whilst Death Eaters ran rampant around the country. If it wasn't for his slip-up when trying to have Barty Jr. kissed, then he might have actually succeeded. Thankfully, Madame Bones had ordered the prisoner to be watched closely by she knew she could trust.
It had actually been Tonks who caught the bumbling minister in the act. The idiot had all but waltzed into the ministry holding area followed by two junior aurors and his pinkish undersecretary. When Tonks had refused to release Crouch Jr. into their custody, the two aurors on Fudge's payroll had stupidly drawn their wands. Both were out like a light before anyone could blink, their unconscious bodies crumpling to the floor thanks to Tonk's extremely quick and precise wand work.
Fudge's screaming tantrum that followed was enough to alert all other aurors in the area to their presence. Madame Bones was alerted only moments later and had promptly flooed over to give both Fudge and his undersecretary a good reaming. The two junior aurors that accompanied them were fired with barely a word.
The entire incident had been leaked to the Daily Prophet the next morning. Bones suspected it was likely one of the many ministry workers who witnessed the event, though something told Harry a certain beetleish journalist had something to do with it.
Either way, the truth was out and Fudge quickly found himself in hot water with no allies to speak of, only his toadish secretary remained. There would without a doubt be a new minister soon, and by the sounds of it, Madame Bones was the top contender.
Well besides Dumbledore, but the old Headmaster has already denied any want for the office.
"If there is nothing further to discuss I believe we can end this meeting here." Dumbledore intoned with a searching gaze around the table. "Very well. Please have a wonderful evening everyone. Harry? A moment if I may."
Harry nodded and stood. Pushing in his chair, he allowed the room to clear out a bit first giving those around him room to exit. He waved goodbye to those he knew as they left, once again ignoring Tonks smirking face as she passed.
"Wouldn't think you'd be one to get all hot and bothered by one of Dumbledore's speeches." Tonks teased quietly.
"The Headmaster does have a way with words. Never know, his report next week may have you creaming your knickers." Harry joked back.
Tonks cackled loudly at his words, drawing a few confused looks from other Order members.
"Mate the day old Dumbles makes me cream my knickers is the day Merlin himself comes back from the dead." She guffawed. "I'd say tell your girlfriends to cool it a bit during meetings but I doubt you find being bombarded by images of three girls shagging the daylights out of each other very bothersome."
Harry shook his head with exasperation. "I should've never told you about that." Seeing Dumbledore finish a conversation with Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry took his leave of the embarrassing conversation. "I'll see you later Tonks." He muttered.
Tonks waved him off with another laugh, the metamorph soon joining up with Hestia Jones as she left.
Dumbledore smiled as he saw him approach, the headmaster's famous twinkling eyes coming out at full force.
"I'd ask what Miss Tonks found so humorous, but knowing my former student it is likely to be something quite debauched." The old wizard acknowledged as he approached. Gesturing for him to sit, Dumbledore eased into his chair at the head of the table with Harry sitting next to him.
Harry smiled with a sheepish laugh. "Yeah you'd be right about that. Usually at my expense as well."
"Such is her personality I'm afraid." Dumbledore chuckled. The headmaster was quiet for a few moments, as if he was considering his next words carefully. "Tell me Harry… how are you feeling?"
He regarded the old wizard with a confused expression. "I'm fine I guess? Should I not be?"
Dumbledore shook his head hurriedly. "No my boy, it is good that you are well. I dare say this last year has proven to be splendid for your mood despite the many challenges you faced! No, what I meant to ask was… Are you having any more of your dreams?"
Harry leaned back as he realized what the headmaster wished to know. "None since before the third task."
"Good! Very good! And your scar?"
Harry instinctively moved his hand up to rub the bothersome wound. "Nothing too bad. It's caused a few headaches here and there, but usually my occlumency is enough to keep it at bay."
Dumbledore nodded with a smile. "You've improved much over this last year Harry. I truly am proud of your progress." Reaching into his robes, the aged headmaster pulled free a worn tome. "I believe you may be ready to explore more advanced forms of magic. This book is one written by my mentor, Nicholas Flamel himself. I helped him pen much of it. While the magic within this book is not intended for duelling, I do believe much of it could prove useful to you in the dark days ahead."
Harry took the book gingerly from the headmaster's hands. He gazed at the worn cover with no small amount of awe, staring at the loopy title written by Nicholas Flamel's own hand.
Curious Collection of Charms: A Compendium of Lost Spells
Hermione was going to be frothing at the mouth for a chance to read this.
"Professor I- Thank you!" He exclaimed.
"Think nothing of it my boy. You have more than proved yourself capable, though I do still urge caution. I would not give you this book if I did not think you were ready, but there are a few spells within that even I would be hesitant to try."
Harry couldn't help but feel a bit curious and fearful of whatever spell would cause even Albus Dumbledore to falter.
"I'll be careful. I promise." He swore.
Dumbledore smiled. "That is all I ask. Now go, this old man has taken up enough of your time I think."
Harry quickly stood and said his farewell to the aged wizard, taking extra care not to damage the gifted book as pocketed it. As excited as he was to read the old tome, the day had been a long one for him with the Order meeting taking up much of the morning and afternoon. He wanted nothing more now than to see his girlfriends, especially after the pornographic images shoved into his mind.
Ascending the stairs two at a time, he intended to quickly stow away the headmaster's gift for the time being and invite his girlfriends over. So distracted was he by this goal, that he failed to notice the figure hidden within a shadowed corner of the stairwell.
He made to yell out in surprise as something suddenly grabbed him from behind, but a hand quickly clamped over his mouth as a familiar soft body pressed against his back.
"Shh mon amour." Fleur whispered in his ear. "We do not want ze ozers to 'ear."
The purr of her accented voice sent shivers down his spine. He relaxed within her grasp, giving her a nod to let her know he understood. He was suddenly spun around and pushed into the corner she occupied moments before.
He watched as Fleur cast a cautious glance over the bannister, looking for any signs of passersby that would interrupt them. Seeing nothing, the French beauty turned to him with a smirk. She stalked towards him one agonizingly slow step at a time, her hips swaying with an exaggerated sway.
Harry's eyes remained glued to her approaching figure. She was still dressed in her Gringotts attire. A prim and pressed navy blue blazer paired with a matching blue skirt, the apparel was professional in appearance and yet still hugged her figure in a sinful way. Each step was accentuated by a soft clack of her high heels against the old wooden floors.
As she finally came to a stop in front of him, the blonde raised her hand to meet his face. She idly traced the length of his jaw, her manicured nail grazing the skin. Leaning forward, Fleur pressed a firm kiss to his lips. He responded in kind, pulling her close to him and deepening the kiss with a lustful passion.
Fleur moaned against his lips but just as it began so did it stop, with the blonde pushing him away as she fought to ease her fluttering breath. He looked at her with confusion, yet she waved away his concerns, pressing herself close to peck his lips one last time
"I am afraid we do not 'ave much time. Ze Goblins expect me back soon, zough zat does not mean we cannot 'ave a leetle fun." She smirked.
Harry watched with excitement as the blonde bombshell slowly eased herself downwards, until she was settled completely on her knees in front of him.
She wasted no time in reaching for his belt, removing the offending leather and pulling the clasp of his pants free with ease just a few moments later. Her fingers worked quickly to dive under the waistband of his boxers. With one firm pull, the french witch freed his straining cock from its denim prison.
"Mmm~ I shall never get used to ze sight of it. Ze taste too is intoxicating ." She breathed with a heavy layer of lust.
Harry stifled a groan as she lathered the underside of his cock with agonizingly slow licks. Her tongue explored him from base to tip, never gaining any speed and instead keeping the same consistent teasing pace.
"If we don't have enough time to have more than a little fun, then how come you have enough to tease me like this?" He gasped. Her tongue had chosen that moment to wiggle against the sensitive area under the tip of his cock.
Fleur looked up at him demurely, those crystal blue eyes of her swimming with desire as she pumped him with her hand.
"You assume I am not willing to make time for ze teasing." She cooed.
With that, the blonde descended upon him again. Her pouty lips wrapped around the tip of his cock like it was a sucker. Her tongue whirled around the head, sending sparks of pleasure through the sensitive glans. Harry groaned as she alternated between lavishing him with her tongue and sucking harshly, hollowing her cheeks out as she bobbed her head up and down his tip at an excruciatingly slow pace.
"Fuck! Fleur please!" He gasped.
Fleur hummed around his cock, the vibrations sending small tinglings up his shaft. Popping the head free she looked up at him once more.
"Bien, bien. I suppose you 'ave earned eet, but I will be expecting you to… return ze favour later." She smirked.
Harry's response died in his throat as the busty French witch engulfed his cock with one swift movement. She hilted him deep into her throat with no complaints, her nose pressed firmly against his groin.
Fleur stared up at him with her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. With a wink she began to rock her head from side to side, slowly pulling back as she massaged his cock within her throat before swallowing him completely once more.
Harry cursed heavily under his breath. He grasped a tight handful of the woman's silvery blonde locks in an effort to ground himself from the intense sensations she was causing with her mouth. Fleur in turn gripped his thighs like a vice, digging her nails into his bare flesh and using them for leverage to slam her face onto his member. The loud wet sounds of her throat constricting around his length should worry him. Anyone down below could surely hear the lewd sounds of the French beauty blowing him. Yet Harry, in that pleasure filled moment, could not find it in himself to care.
Fleur seemed to be of the same mind. With every second that passed, her movements became more and more desperate. Drool poured from her filled lips with every violent bob forward.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
The sound reached a crescendo as she brutally fucked her face with his cock. Harry grunted as a familiar pressure began to build. His hold on Fleur's hair tightened as his end came closer and closer.
"Fleur- Hng I'm gonna cum- Fuck!" He exclaimed through clenched teeth.
Fleur paid his words no mind, keeping her frantic pace as she sucked. Harry couldn't hold himself back any longer. With a throaty groan he erupted into the blonde's throat. Fleur moaned as she swallowed every drop of cum that flooded her gullet, sucking loudly to ensure none was wasted. After a few moments, the blonde released his deflating member with an audible gulp before smiling up at him with a dazzling grin. Harry smiled back with a satisfied sigh.
Neither of the pair noticed the flash of pink hair peeking over the lower bannister. Tonks quietly eased her shuddering breaths as she pulled her hands free from her waistband, fingers slick with her own juices. Without a word the metamorph snuck quietly back down the stairs, removing the privacy barrier she erected for the two earlier as she went.
Chapter 16: Whatzamatterwityou?
Again."
Harry heaved with ragged breaths. Sweat poured from his brow, slicking his hair and stinging his eyes with each drop. The rapid beating of his heart was like a thundering drum pounding within his ears. He didn't know how much more he had in him.
A red spell rocketed towards him with deadly speed. The crackling ball of magic crashed into his shoulder, throwing him back with bone-rattling force.
"I said again Wonder Boy! C'mon we're not even warmed up yet!" Tonks shouted from the other side of their makeshift duelling arena. The basement of Grimmauld had been their only viable option within the old townhome, remodelled or not. While still dank and a bit grimy, there was more than enough room for the pink-haired auror to thoroughly trounce him.
Harry stifled a groan of despair as he stood once more, rolling his shoulder with a wince. It wasn't broken but he would definitely feel it for a couple of days, just one of the many bumps and bruises he's received from his training with Tonks.
Setting himself in a defensive stance, Harry held his wand at the ready. Tonks sent a vicious smirk his way and surged forward. Without even a word, the metamorph swished her wand in a litany of complex movements. Harry didn't even try to keep up, knowing his attention was better spent on defending against the coming barrage.
Crackling balls of energy sailed past him as he ducked and dodged. He could hear as they impacted against the cobbled floor with various sounds of bangs, cracks, and sizzling pops. The auror was determined to keep the kid gloves off.
As he weaved between the spells, Harry just barely managed to fire off a few spells of his own. A silent bone-breaker splashed harmlessly against the patch of flooring Tonks occupied moments before.
Clumsy as she was in normal circumstances, Tonks seemed to transform on the battlefield. Harry couldn't help but be in awe of her prowess. The pink-haired witch twirled away from his spells as if it were a playful dance, the wide smile on her face doing nothing to dissuade that comparison.
Harry had just enough time to feel impressed by a last-second cartwheel his opponent performed to dodge a set of conjured steel chains aimed at her feet, before an invisible force banished him backwards. He hit the far wall with intense force. The air was instantly driven from his lungs and the coppery taste of blood now coated his mouth. Thankfully he just managed to keep a hold of his wand, the thin stick coming in handy as an iron spike rocketed towards him. Jabbing his wand forward, a faint shimmering wall appeared before him in the nick of time.
With a mighty 'CLANG', the iron spike ricocheted off his barrier and embedded itself deep into the floor.
"Again!" Tonks called.
She stood about 10 feet away from him, her wand pointed directly at his chest and its tip shooting off faint sparks. Harry grimaced as he stood, leaning against the back wall for support. Still, he brought his wand up to meet his opponent.
"That's enough Dora." A voice called from the side. Remus descended the stairs with a faint glare. "Harry asked you to train him, not kill him."
"Awe c'mon Remus! We both know this is nothing compared to what Moody would put him through." Tonks replied.
Remus shook his head. "Even Mad-Eye would call it quits after four hours. You've run Harry ragged long enough."
Tonks sighed and turned towards Harry with a roll of her eyes. "You heard 'im Wonder Boy, up and at'em."
Harry's shoulders sagged with relief. Nodding, he pushed himself off the wall, stumbling forward slightly as he did so.
"Y-yeah. Thanks again Tonks. Same t-time tomorrow?" He heaved, glancing up at his trainer.
Tonks didn't meet his gaze. "Yeah whatever." She waved him off with a scoff, stomping towards the stairs, shouldering past Remus as she went.
Remus ignored the metamorph's disgruntled exit, simply choosing to make his way towards Harry and helping the young wizard to the exit.
They ascended the stairs slowly, Harry wincing in pain with every step. He and Tonks had been training for about a week now. The first day was tough but bearable as the pink-haired auror took her time instructing him on different spells, techniques, and other duelling essentials. Yet, after the first day, her attitude seemed to take a complete 180, shifting from steady instruction to hammering him with as many spells as she could. Her attitude outside the training room changed as well. Where before they would laugh and joke with ease, forming a somewhat easy-going friendship along the way, now Tonks would barely speak to him. She spent her time either ignoring him completely with the occasional glare or snarky comment, or staring at him intently from across the room with an indiscernible look on her face.
The girls were just as lost as he was. Neither Hermione, Daphne, nor Susan could figure out why. Any attempts on their part to speak with the young auror was met with a hasty retreat on the metamorph's part. It was a mystery that Tonks seemed intent on keeping them from solving.
Remus lugged Harry up the last step and into the empty kitchen. Harry sighed with relief as he was finally deposited into one of the meeting chairs, the hardwood feeling like the plushiest of cushions in his ragged state. Two potions were pushed into his hands a moment later. Harry didn't even deign to look at them before knocking both back with loud gulps.
Instantly the pain in his body subsided, morphing into a dull soreness. The second potion helped even more as steam poured from his ears and his tired bones were reinvigorated by the pepper-up potion.
"Bloody hell." He gasped. "I think today may have been the worst yet."
"And tomorrow will almost certainly be worse." Remus agreed as he sat in the seat across from him. "Harry, you can't let this continue. You and Tonks need to sit down and figure out whatever is going on between the two of you."
Harry shook his head. "You think I haven't tried Moony?! Outside of beating me to a pulp every day, Tonks avoids me at every turn. It's not much better when anyone else tries either. You saw what happened when Sirius cornered her."
Remus nodded with a wince. Sirius had been determined to shake his cousin out of her mood through less-than-gentle means. One day he hid himself behind a door frame in the entry hall and waited for Tonks to pass by. The second she had, Sirius had jumped out and pulled her into the room with him, laughing in victory. As the door shut behind them, his laughing morphed into muffled screams almost instantly. Tonks had walked out a few seconds later looking no worse for wear while they found Sirius, naked and glued to the ceiling, with his manhood encased in ice.
"Regardless, something has happened between the two of you and it needs to be resolved. We can't win this war if your own duelling teacher kills you Harry." Remus groused.
Harry groaned aloud, letting his head fall forward into his hands. "Fine! But whatever happens to me is gonna be your fault. I expect a very inspiring funeral speech from you."
Remus snorted. "I will endeavour to write something rather splendid." He stood and patted Harry on the back. "Talk to her tomorrow before your training. If she's going to hex you, at least she'll do it when you can hex back."
With that his former defense Professor left. Harry sat at the kitchen table a while longer, giving the potions plenty of time to set in. He idly checked on the girls while he did so, their faint presence in his mind leading them easily enough to their own consciousnesses.
Susan met his mental probe with one of her own, a tinge of sympathy coating her warmth. He felt as she pushed a bit of magic along their connection, sighing as the small pulse soothed the grating headache in his skull. Her presence lingered a moment longer, petting his own mind gently before she pulled back. Even as her mind left his, Susan's warmth still remained.
He checked on Daphne next, the blonde noticing his entrance into her mind with a nudge of acknowledgement. She paid him no further mind though and he assumed she was busy. Her occlumency shields weren't fully engaged so he assumed it was nothing deeply important. From the boorish mood he felt from her, she was most likely working on a summer assignment. Still he didn't wish to bother her so with one last affectionate nudge he pulled away, feeling Daphne's own mental kiss goodbye.
He didn't bother checking on Hermione. The bushy-haired girl was in fact upstairs in her own room. Her parents had apparently wished her to spend more time on her own now that she was an adult, and so had agreed wholeheartedly when Hermione expressed her wishes to stay at Grimmauld Place. The Grecian cruise they embarked on days later certainly had nothing to do with it.
Even from his place in the kitchen, Harry could feel the buzzing excitement and pondering that emanated from his girlfriend's mind as she poured over the book Dumbledore gifted to him. He had about a day or so with the book before Hermione had absconded it yet he wasn't too upset by it. In fact, he applauded his girlfriend's restraint in giving him a day with the old tome. Though she had roughly invaded his mind when he did read it. There was only so much restraint Hermione Granger could have when it came to new knowledge.
Deciding she had studied the book long enough, Harry pushed himself up and made his way up the stairs to her bedroom.
He didn't bother knocking when he arrived at the dorm, having told her he was coming up moments prior. The door was already cracked when he approached and gave way with barely a nudge.
Hermione didn't deign his entrance with a look. Her eyes stayed glued to the yellowed pages of the book, idly nibbling on her bottom lip as she read. She was lying on her stomach atop a plush queen-sized bed, propped up on her elbows with the book in front of her as her legs lazily kicked in the air behind her.
The sight itself was innocent enough, yet there was something strangely sexy about it as well. Maybe it was the way her teeth sank into her delectably plump lips, or how she lay made her bum jut out enticingly.
Maybe it was even because she was completely nude.
Harry felt as if that last one had a great deal to do with it. Regardless of the reason, he soon found himself shutting and locking the door behind him. Hermione still didn't look up as he did so, though she did raise her wand and cast a silencing spell against the door.
He smirked as he approached the bed, wondering what sort of game she was up to. Again she ignored him, even as he pulled his clothing off and sat next to her on the edge of the bed.
"You know anyone could have just walked in and seen you like this." He said offhandedly.
Hermione continued to read. "Hmm."
Harry chuckled at her flat response. Reaching down, he began to slowly stroke the soft flesh of her back, raking his fingers down until they ghosted over the top of her ass before pulling them back up, every touch leaving goose pimples in its wake. Still, Hermione ignored him.
"It's a good thing it was me who walked in then." He said, diving his hand down to roughly squeeze one of her pert ass cheeks. Hermione sucked in a small breath as he did so but refused to break.
"Hmm." Was all she said in response.
Harry went back to softly rubbing her back, though this time, he reached down with his other hand and pulled one of her arms towards him. Hermione let him without a fight, allowing him to reposition her hand until it was wrapped lightly around his straining cock. Without even prompting her to do so, Hermione began to softly pump his shaft, yet made no acknowledgement of doing so.
Harry's smirk widened. It seemed this game was one she was intent on continuing.
"That's it." He hissed. "Was this what you were wanting to happen? For me to walk in and use your sexy little body how I see fit. It's a dangerous gamble you took, someone could have caught you. Though something tells me the thought of getting caught turns you on. You certainly love it when someone watches after all."
He was just rambling at this point. Saying anything with no real meaning behind it to get some form of reaction from her. Yet his words caused a spike of arousal to flood her mind. It was quick. Barely even a flash of lust before the bookworm had quickly stamped down the mental slip, though it was enough for Harry to catch.
"Someone liked that. Fine then, if you like risk then let's take a little risk." He waved his hand at the door. With a soft 'click' it swung open wide, revealing the empty hallway. "There, now anyone can come along and see what a little slut you are."
Hermione only hummed once again, one hand turning the page in her book as she kept reading. Her other hand though, rapidly increased its pace, stroking his cock with flurried movements.
Harry bit out a low groan from her efforts. There was no real need for either of them to keep quiet as he had made sure to leave Hermione's silencing ward in place, though she didn't need to know that.
As his hand travelled down her back and over the curve of her ass once more, Harry dipped it lower and sought out her heat. He found it with practised ease, the instant wetness that coated his fingers telling just how turned on the bookworm really was. Her outer lips gave way to his fingers without resistance, her slickness allowing him to hilt two of his digits within her cunt. He thought he heard a whimper leave the bushy-haired girl's lips but if she did it was extremely quiet.
Suddenly, the presence of their two other lovers filled his mind. So heavy was the fog of their minds that Harry had no doubt they could see exactly what was happening through his eyes in vivid detail. A press into Susan's consciousness proved that theory, as he was greeted by the sight of her own naked body, splayed out on her bed, one hand kneading her large breast and the other moving teasingly between her legs. Daphne's own mind was still somewhat blocked off, but her presence was heavy enough to know that she was watching with rapt attention.
Deciding to put on a bit more of a show for his two voyeur girlfriends, he shuffled around until he now sat on his knees next to Hermione's face, the tip on his cock brushing against her cheek. With one hand still nestled between her thighs, he used the other to grasp her chin and turn her face slightly towards him. Again this was met with no resistance and as his cock head prodded against her lips, Hermione opened her mouth without prompting.
Her eyes finally broke contact with the book for the first time as he pushed his cock into her mouth. The two half-lidded brown orbs were glazed over with lust. She closed them a second later, breathing out a muffled moan as he began to rock his hips back and forth. His cock sawed in and out of her mouth with soft, shallow thrusts, his fingers in her pussy keeping pace within her slickened walls.
Hermione began to rock her head with his thrusts, more moans echoing out, muffled by his cock. Soft slurping sounds filled the room as she worked her mouth along his shaft, her tongue writhing along the underside of his cock as she sucked.
Harry moaned as well and quickened his pace. His cock drove deeper into the bookworm's mouth with each thrust, the fingers in her cunt moving faster as well. With a single mighty thrust, he slammed himself forward, driving his cock to the base down her throat. Hermione's eyes flew open with a panicked look, her throat spasming around his length in her shock.
Even as her mind began to panic, she made no move to remove herself, allowing his cock to remain hilted in her gullet. Harry grunted in approval. Reaching up he roughly grabbed her brown curls and pushed her face deeper. A loud wet ' GAK!' sound tore from her throat as she gagged around him. Harry, though, wouldn't relent and began to fuck her throat with hasty thrusts.
The room was filled with wet sounds of the brunette choking on his cock. The harsh noises tearing from the girl's mouth with every pounding her poor throat took. Yet, even as his grasp on her hair became painfully tight and his balls slapped wildly against her chin, Hermione still gazed up at him with needy lust-filled eyes.
Her mental walls had long since fallen, the psychic blockage far too susceptible to his pleasurable ministrations to hold up. As such, her mind was practically swimming around him. Every stray thought and brief flicker of emotion was rushing through him at lightning-fast speed. Her very soul was open before him just as it had been all those months ago.
Through all of the streams of words and haze of being, one word managed to stick out within the girl's mind.
' More~!'
The plea came from everywhere all at once, the very state of her consciousness bared within his own mind, and he found that he could not deny her even if he wished.
He pulled himself free from her mouth and stumbled off the bed. Hermione turned over onto her back and hung her head off the side of the mattress, already deeply aware of his intentions. The priceless tome tumbled to the floor, forgotten.
Whether he stepped closer or completely fell forward, Harry wasn't sure. He could only feel as he reentered her mouth at the same time as he delved into her dripping snatch. Hermione's thighs instantly curled around his head, pressing his mouth deeper into her folds. Her scream of delight was muffled by the cock between her lips. It slowly morphed into a lewd sucking sound as she bobbed her head frantically along his length, small whimpers leaking out every now and then as Harry devoured her cunt,
He released a groan into her hairless quim. With the way things were going, he wouldn't last much longer inside her wonderful mouth. Harry resolved himself to at least make her cum just as hard.
Focusing his attention on the small pearl atop her folds, Harry pressed himself deeper still into her snatch. Her slick juices covered his face, the heady scent of her pussy all around him as he suckled and slurped at her clit. Hermione's mewls of pleasure were reaching a crescendo with each flick of his tongue. Her body jerked and thrashed under him, with her arms grasping the back of his thighs to pull his cock deeper into her mouth. She was close, perhaps even as close as he was.
Just as he felt his resolve break and the beginnings of his orgasm pulse through his cock, Harry sank his teeth firmly into his lover's swollen nub. Hermione's wail of climax was cut off as he erupted inside of her gullet. The thrashing under him increased as her orgasm ran rampant through her body. Yet even through her haze of pleasure, Hermione still had the presence of mind to suck every drop of cum from his cock as it pulsed in her mouth.
Their dual climaxes ebbed away slowly, both now lazily pleasuring the other with their mouths. It was only when he sucked harshly on her oversensitive clit did Hermione finally groan and push him away. Harry rolled off her without a fight, lying next to her prone form with his feet hanging off the bed.
They lay there motionless for a few moments, working their lungs to suck in the life giving air they so desperately needed. Hermione was the first to move, shuffling around till her head lay on his abdomen and she gazed up at him lovingly with her twinkling brown eyes.
"You might want to shut the door now Harry." She blushed.
Harry laughed but did so with a wave of his hand, the click of the door latch signalling it's close. Hermione smiled and shuffled closer to him. He reached down as she did so and began to softly rub the side of her profile.
' Think the girls enjoyed the show?' He prodded her mentally.
From below him, Hermione giggled. 'Perhaps Susan more than Daphne, which is odd since our sweet Sytherin is the more lecherous of the two.'
'Maybe I'd enjoy it more if you two didn't make me cum while I'm having dinner with my family.' A new voice groused in their mind.
'Sorry love, but someone wanted to play the coy minx today.' Harry responded.
Daphne huffed, or at least the mental equivalent of one. 'Oh and you were an unwilling participant, huh?'
'Would you have been so unwilling if it were you Daph?' Harry laughed, focusing on a memory and pushing it into his blonde girlfriend's mind. He felt her kindling arousal roar to life once more. The memory he sent in particular had been the feeling of Hermione's lips around his cock.
'Fuck you Potter…' Daphne growled.
Harry just laughed. 'Wouldn't you like to.'
Hermione rolled her eyes at their antics and began her best to soothe Daphne's annoyance. She knew there was no true heat behind it but their bookish lover played along anyway.
Harry let his mind wander as the two of them began their own trading of flirts. The memory of his discussion with Remus came to the forefront of his mind and his thoughts turning to Tonks as a side effect. He frowned as he considered the metamorph and the promised discussion he would have with her.
Even now, after meticulously combing through every single one of their interactions over the past week, he couldn't think of a single thing he did or said that would have caused her to hate him so.
Despite that, hate him she did, or at the very least seemed to hate him.
'Should I let the others know how hard you're thinking of another woman, my love?' Susan's lilting voice filtered into his head.
'You had no objections yesterday to my thoughts of Fleur on the staircase.' He teased back.
Susan's chiming laughter echoed throughout his skull. 'True… so you're going to confront Dora tomorrow?'
'I'm going to try.' He sighed. 'Think I could just get your aunt to order her to be nice to me?'
'I don't think that'll go over as well as you think.' Susan joked. 'Seriously though, you should at least have one of us there with you. She's been acting weird around us too and I'd like some answers.'
'Are you volunteering? Because if I'm being honest, Tonks is scarier than Voldemort and I'd love some backup.'
Susan giggled at his joke. 'I'll be there, promise.'
Harry paced the floor nervously as he waited. He shot the door to the basement a look every half-minute, each glance seeming to set him more and more on edge.
"Take it easy pup. You're pacing like a caged animal! I should know after all." Sirius drawled.
Harry shot the man a glare. Sirius just gave a smirk in return from where he sat, leaning back in a worn chair with his feet propped up on an old desk from his grandfather's study.
"He's right, love." Susan spoke from her place by a stack of discarded books. Sirius had wanted to burn them claiming they were too dark, but Hermione had threatened to neuter the animagus if he creased one page in the tomes. "No matter how she's acting right now, Tonks is still our friend. There's no reason to be so tense."
"Especially after last night." Sirius snorted.
Harry whipped around to give him an incredulous look. "What?! You heard me and Hermione?!"
"Oh yes, the two of you were very vocal. Dumbledore and Molly were both equally horrified by some of the noises the two of you made." His godfather drawled.
Harry's face began to burn with embarrassment before he saw the man's smirking face.
"You're messing with me aren't you?"
Sirius cackled with laughter. "Of course I am pup! Don't worry, no one heard a peep of yours and Hermione's tumble in the sheets. I only knew cause I'm lord. The magic around this place pings me whenever a new ward is erected on the property, no matter how temporary."
Harry's blush returned. "So when we put up the silencing ward…"
"I knew immediately. Two young adults putting up a silencing ward? Yeah there's not many scenarios where that doesn't lead to sex."
Before Harry could retort, the door to the basement squeaked open, and the sound of footfalls descending a set of creaky stairs echoed throughout the dingy dungeon.
Tonks walked into the room with a resigned expression, already in the middle of removing her outer cloak in preparation for their duel.
"Alright Wonder Boy! You know the drill, get into- Oh!" She stopped as she saw the other occupants in their makeshift arena. "Uhm, what's going on? We all training today or something?"
The three of them shared a glance, an unspoken agreement passing between them before Harry stepped forward. Tonks regarded him with confusion before the sound of the basement door shutting turned her attention away.
"Tonks we need to talk." Harry said, snapping her attention back to him.
"Oh-kay? Mind telling me what the fuck this is all about? Feeling a bit too much like one of those horror films my dad likes to watch on the telly." She rambled.
Sirius chuckled at that but said nothing. It was Susan who spoke next.
"Nothing like that Tonks. All we want is to talk. Everyone, not just us three, has noticed your recent… mood shift. And I believe I speak for everyone here when I say that it's gone on long enough."
Tonks' expression shifted into one of cool regard, not too dissimilar to her 'big-bad auror mode' as she liked to call it. "Ah, so that's what this is about. Not to sound too harsh, little Bonsey, but I don't think a sweet thing like you wants to hear what exactly your boyfriend did to piss me off." She finished with a glare directed at Harry.
"Not to sound too harsh Tonks, but you don't know what the fuck I want." Susan snapped back.
Tonks seemed a bit surprised at her outburst before a small grin morphed over her features. "Alright alright, sorry for the sweet girl comment. You've got some fire just like your aunt, but my point still stands. If lover boy over there wants to talk, he can do it himself, not get other people to ambush me for him."
"Ambush you?!" Harry exclaimed. "Sirius and Susan are here because your pissy attitude is affecting the whole house. I don't give a damn what your problem with me is Tonks. I've spent the last week grin and bearing it because I didn't want to make things worse. But now you're using your issue with me as an excuse to lash out at everyone else!"
Tonks scowled at him with an indigent look of fury. "If you think I'll-"
"Let me talk to you like this? Yes you will! I've spent the last week as your punching bag instead of actually training! So you'll shut up and listen!" He roared. Any hesitance he had before about this confrontation was long gone, instead, it was replaced by all the raw anger and pent-up annoyance at the pink-haired woman that had built over the last week. "You're supposed to be this elite auror, trained by Mad-Eye Moody himself, and yet you can barely control your emotions over some conceived slight by a 5th year! Merlin, and over what?! Huh?! Cause you sure haven't told anyone what I did to piss you off, much less even told me! How is that fair?!"
"Fair?! You wanna shout at me about being fair and honest?! Fine!" She whipped around to glower at Susan. "Maybe you should be a little bit more hesitant to defend your boyfriend when he's fucking the French hussy behind your back!" Tonks screamed.
Silence reigned in the room. No one dared utter a word as everyone seemed to be a bit taken aback by her words.
"Oh didn't know that huh?!" Tonks scoffed. "Three girlfriends apparently isn't enough for the 'great Harry bleedin Potter'! Nope! He's gotta have a bit more action on the side as well!"
Again silence. Susan's eyes bored into Tonks with an impassive expression, and for a moment the metamorph almost thought she'd start to cry.
So when the redhead burst into loud laughter, Tonks was more than a little taken aback.
"Bwahaha- You think- HAHA- you think we don't know about Fleur?! HAHAHA!" Susan cackled, clutching her stomach as she gasped with laughter.
Tonks was stunned. "You… uh- You do?"
Susan giggled, wiping a tear from her eye. "Be a little hard not to, considering 'Mione, Daph, and I are screwing her too! Merlin- Is this what all this was about? You saw Fleur shagging my boyfriend and you took offence?"
"I- uh- Look well when you put it like that I- Fuck Sirius a little help here?" Tonks stammered.
Sirius shook his head fervently, a wide grin of his own plastered on his face. "Nope! Should've thought about that before gluing me to the ceiling! You've dug this grave yourself!" He turned to Harry with a faux sniffle. "I can't express how proud I am of you! Snagging yourself three girls and now a Veela!"
"Uh that's not exactly how- You know what? Forget it, thanks Sirius." Harry sighed, turning to Tonks. "If you were angry about Fleur then, why didn't you tell me? Hell why not at least tell the others? You thought I was cheating on them after all."
"Fuck! I know! Look I'm sorry, this whole thing is my fault. I blew something out of proportion when I could have just talked it out with you from the get go." Tonks groaned, her hair rushing through a multitude of colours before settling on a muted yellow.
"That doesn't answer my question Tonks." Harry sighed.
Tonks groaned once more. She began to pace around the room, her mouth opening to answer him a few times before slamming closed. Finally, she halted her steps with a growl, her hands clenching in apparent anger.
"I was jealous okay?!" She ground out through clenched teeth. "I might have thought with the whole three girlfriends thing, that maybe, you know, I had a shot. Look-" She said, turning back to face them. " -it was nothing more than a stupid crush. I get them from time to time. Sometimes I flirt them out with whoever caught my eye, sometimes shag it out. Obviously, I wasn't going to do the latter with you, so I flirted. It was all in good fun, at least until I saw you with Fleur on the stairs. Guess it just- got to me. I don't know why really, I never saw the four of you dating as a problem before. Adding Fleur to the mix though was too much, like I missed my shot or something…"
"So you were angry because… you have a crush on Harry?" Susan questioned.
Tonks blushed at the red-heads words. She ducked her head and mumbled something.
"What was that?"
"I said it wasn't just Harry!" She exclaimed before clamping her mouth shut in embarrassment. Tonks flicked her gaze between Harry and Susan in fear before sighing in resignation. "Harry wasn't the one I had a crush on first… Let's just say I definitely appreciate a witch's figure a bit more than a wizards." She said, her eyes flicking briefly at Susan's well-endowed chest.
"M-me?!" Susan sputtered. "I- well I'm flattered I suppose- Wait! Is that why you demanded to go bra shopping with me and Daphne two weeks ago!"
Tonks laughed sheepishly as she averted her gaze. "May have been… I didn't peep though! Well okay, I did but not too much!"
Susan sighed. "It's fine, I am flattered. Although- ugh! -Now I owe Daphne 10 sickles! She bet that you were checking me out all day."
"Welllll not just you." Tonks squeaked. "I may have a thing for blondes too."
Susan snorted at that. "Well then it's a good thing Daphne was checking you out as well. She kept making comments about your bum all day."
The two girls shared another laugh. As the laughter died down, Tonks' expression shifted into a grimace once more. She turned back to face him with an apologetic look.
"Harry look mate- I'm sorry about all this. You too Siri. You know- for the whole ceiling-ball-freezing incident." She sighed. "I let my anger get the best of me. Moody always did say that was my worst problem."
Harry waved her off. "It's okay Tonks really."
"Wellll-" Sirius began.
"I said it's okay." He said sharply. "Just- talk to us next time yeah? We may be new friends and all that but regardless we're still your friends."
"Right!" Tonks exclaimed. "Yeah you got it. Don't suppose there's a chance for me to apologise to Hermione and Daphne too?"
"They already heard." Susan chimed in, tapping her head.
Tonks laughed. "Right, forgot about your whole mental hoodoo thing! Sorry again girls!" She shouted.
"They said it's fine. I- One sec…" Susan closed her eyes, seemingly listening for something.
Harry guessed the other two girls were conversing with her, though their mental shields were preventing him from peeking in.
Finally, Susan opened her eyes, a small blush marring her features. "Hermione said that she does wish to talk to you about… certain things we've discussed."
Tonks nodded. "Can do, what did Daphne say?"
Susan sighed. "My- wonderful Slytherin girlfriend- wants you to know that 'If you wanted to see us naked, all you had to do was ask.' She also wants to talk with you and Hermione. In fact, I think it would be best if we're all there." She said, gazing at Harry.
He sent back a nudge of agreement along their connection.
"You got it! Just let me know when!" Tonks chirped. "For now- Sue, Sirius? Want to help me knock a few good wand lessons into Wonder Boy here?"
Harry groaned as his two allies suddenly smirked and drew their own wands. And just when he thought his week couldn't get any worse.