Tonks followed the house-elf through the winding corridors, her boots clicking against the stone floor. The summons had come right after her last class, polite and direct, but it still left her wondering. She adjusted her robes out of habit and tried to keep her hair from shifting too much. By the time she reached the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office, she had settled on a professional shade of brown. The statue stepped aside without a word, and she climbed the spiral staircase.
The door opened before she could knock. She stepped inside and paused for a second, taking in the familiar clutter of silver instruments whirring softly on side tables and the tall shelves packed with ancient volumes. Dumbledore's phoenix watched her from its perch, its head tilted.
Dumbledore sat behind his large desk, his hands loosely clasped and his expression as calm and welcoming as ever.
"Good afternoon, Nymphadora," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite him. "Please, sit down."
Tonks bristled at the use of the accursed name as she crossed the room and lowered herself into the seat. She crossed one leg over the other and met his eyes. "Headmaster. You wanted to see me?"
Dumbledore regarded her for a moment, that faint twinkle already present behind his half-moon spectacles. "You must be wondering why I asked you here for this private meeting."
"The thought did cross my mind," Tonks replied, keeping her tone light but attentive. She leaned back slightly. "Is this about Order business? If there's something I should know or some assignment, I'm ready."
Dumbledore shook his head gently, his beard shifting with the movement. "The Order's affairs are being attended to by the rest of them for the time being. You need not concern yourself with those matters right now. Instead, I would ask that you remain fully committed to the task you have assumed here at Hogwarts."
Tonks nodded slowly. She uncrossed her legs and sat forward a little. "Defense classes are coming along nicely. The first few weeks were slow but now the students are picking up the practical side better than I expected. There were a couple of occasions early on where things could've turned nasty. Some older years testing how far they could push the boundaries, you know how it goes. But I kept it under control. No real harm done. They're learning. Actually learning, not just going through the motions. I believe I can start moving them onto the more relevant and advanced material for all the age groups within a couple of months. Stronger shields, spell chains, maybe some controlled combat drills once everyone is solid."
She watched his face as she spoke, noting the small nods of approval. Dumbledore listened without interrupting, his fingers tapping lightly together once or twice. When she finished, he offered a few thoughtful observations. He spoke about balancing the pace so the younger students did not feel overwhelmed while still challenging the older ones. He suggested ways to tie in real-world applications without making the lessons feel forced, always careful to leave the final decisions to her.
"I appreciate that, sir," Tonks said, a genuine smile breaking through. "Means a lot that you're trusting me on the timing and the extent of it. I'll make sure it works for them."
Dumbledore inclined his head. "I have every confidence you will handle it well." He paused, then added in the same even tone, "However, that was not precisely what I wished to discuss with you today."
Tonks raised an eyebrow. Her hair flickered briefly at the edges, a hint of curious violet showing before she reined it in. "No? Then what else is on your mind?"
He smiled again, the expression warm and knowing, and leaned back in his chair. The moonlight from the windows caught the silver in his hair. "Harry's behavior this term has been markedly different from what I had anticipated."
Tonks felt a quiet shift inside her chest. She kept her face neutral and waited for him to continue.
"I had expected him to exhibit more of the struggles we saw toward the end of last year," Dumbledore went on, his voice measured and reflective. "The Triwizard Tournament left deep scars. Mr. Diggory's death, the public return of Voldemort in that graveyard, and the months of constant denial from the Ministry and the Prophet that continues to this day. I thought we would see the anger surface more clearly. The repressed aggression. Perhaps some of the recklessness that comes when he feels the world turning against him. He has always carried that fire, that determination to push forward even when the odds are stacked against him. It is one of his greatest strengths, yet it can also leave him exposed to doubt and frustration when support feels distant."
He paused, letting the words settle. Tonks stayed quiet, her hands resting on her knees. She remembered the Harry who had arrived back at school, the steadiness in his voice when he spoke to his housemates, the way he carried himself through the feast.
"Instead," Dumbledore continued, "he appears calmer. More confident. Self-assured in his interactions. And dare I say it, there is a sense of happiness about him that I had not expected to see so soon after everything that happened."
Tonks felt her pulse quicken. She shifted in the chair, trying to read the Headmaster's expression more closely. "Different in a good way, then?"
Dumbledore's eyes met hers directly. "Yes. And I believe you are the reason for much of that change, Nymphadora."
Her eyes widened. The hair at her temples flashed a startled pink before she could stop it. "Me? What exactly have I done?"
He gave her a long, knowing look, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "You and Harry are not, and have not been, as discreet as you would like the world to believe."
Tonks stared at him. Heat rose in her cheeks. She opened her mouth, closed it again, and then finally found her voice. "You know. Bloody hell, sir. We thought we were being careful. The cloak, the timing, keeping it quiet. This is... this is mortifying. You're just sitting there talking about it like it's another staff meeting item."
Dumbledore chuckled softly, the sound gentle and without any hint of disapproval. "I admit I did not see this particular development coming. But I cannot help but feel it has occurred at the most opportune time."
Tonks rubbed the back of her neck, still processing the fact that he knew. Her hair settled into a deeper shade of embarrassed red at the roots. She wanted to say something, anything to regain some ground, but Dumbledore's expression shifted. The amusement faded into something more serious.
"Harry is in a more vulnerable position than most realize," he said quietly. "There exists a connection between his mind and Voldemort's. A link that allows Voldemort to channel feelings, desires, even fragments of thought, whether he does so intentionally or unintentionally."
Tonks leaned forward sharply, her hands gripping the arms of the chair. "A connection? What kind of link are we talking about here? Legilimency? Dreams? How deep does this go?"
Dumbledore took his time explaining. He described the nature of the mental bridge, how it had shown itself in the past through dreams and sudden surges of emotion. He spoke of the risks, the way Voldemort could exploit it to influence Harry's thoughts or mood, especially as the Dark Lord regained strength. No dramatic flourishes, just clear, careful details. Tonks listened without interrupting, her usual restless energy replaced by focused intensity. She asked clarifying questions when something felt unclear, and he answered each one patiently.
When he finished, silence filled the office for a long moment. The silver instruments continued their soft whirring. Fawkes shifted on his perch but stayed quiet. Tonks sat back, letting everything sink in. She ran a hand through her hair, which had gone back to its natural pink with streaks of worried brown.
She took a slow breath and met Dumbledore's eyes again. Try as she might, she could not prevent the small smirk that tugged at her lips. "So you're saying I've been keeping the dark bastard out of Harry's head by shagging him senseless?"
Dumbledore arched an eyebrow, amusement returning to his face. "I would not put it quite so crudely, but if that is the conclusion you wish to draw, I will not dissuade you."
Tonks let out a bright laugh that echoed off the stone walls. "That's brilliant, isn't it? All it took to keep You-Know-Who at bay was some proper cock service. Who'd have thought? I mean, if someone had told me back in the summer that this was the strategy, I might've laughed them out of the room. But here we are."
Her laughter faded as she saw the serious look return to Dumbledore's eyes. He raised a hand slightly.
"Do not trivialize what exists between you, Nymphadora, even if you find humor in it," he said, his voice firm but kind. "The connection runs deeper than the physical. Harry is truly happy. It is not merely satisfaction of the body. There is emotional fulfillment as well. Love, in its many forms, has a power that even the darkest magic struggles to overcome. It anchors the soul when everything else threatens to pull it apart."
The words landed heavily, and Tonks went quiet. She thought about the nights Harry stayed in her rooms, the conversations afterward, the way he looked at her like she was solid ground in the middle of everything falling apart. She thought about his steady handling of the common room doubts and the quiet strength he showed at meals. It was not just the sex. It was the trust. The laughter. The feeling that someone saw him clearly and still chose to stay close.
Dumbledore watched her process it, giving her the time she needed. Eventually he spoke again, drawing the conversation toward its close in his typical measured way. "This companionship has derailed what I feared would be a much darker path for him this year. You have given him something worth holding onto amid all the uncertainty. Continue to nurture that, but remain vigilant. The link remains, and Voldemort will not stay distant forever."
Tonks nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I will, sir. He's not facing any of this alone anymore. Not while I'm around."
Dumbledore smiled. "That is precisely what I hoped to hear." He gestured lightly toward the door. "You may go, Nymphadora. And thank you for indulging an old man's concerns."
She stood up slowly, her legs a little stiff from sitting so long. The weight of everything they had discussed settled on her shoulders, but it felt like purpose rather than burden. She made her way across the office, and at the door she paused and glanced back. Dumbledore watched her with a look of slight amusement on his face, the twinkle back in full force.
She stepped out and let the door close behind her. The spiral staircase carried her down, and she walked through the corridors with her mind turning over the conversation. Her hair shifted through shades as she thought, finally settling on a steady, determined pink by the time she reached the main floor.
Back in his office, Dumbledore turned toward Fawkes. He stroked the phoenix's fiery feathers with gentle fingers. "It is curious how love finds its way into even the most shadowed corners of our world," he murmured. "To love is to risk, and yet it remains our greatest strength against the gathering dark."
Fawkes trilled softly in response. The clear, uplifting sound filled the room and lingered long after the notes had faded.
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Tonks walked the castle corridors at an easy pace, her hands tucked into the pockets of her robes. Curfew was fast approaching, and students hurried past her in small groups, chattering about lessons and weekend plans, but she barely registered them. Her mind stayed fixed on the conversation in Dumbledore's office, replaying every word.
She could still see the Headmaster's calm face and that knowing twinkle in his eyes. The mortification hit her again in a fresh wave. They had actually discussed her relationship with Harry. Out loud. In that office full of whirring instruments and ancient books. Dumbledore had all but told her to keep things going with Harry if they wanted to keep Voldemort's influence at bay. The crudeness of her own joke still made her cheeks burn. She corrected herself internally as she turned a corner. It was not just the physical side. Dumbledore had been clear about the emotional part too. Real happiness. The kind that anchored someone.
Her hair shifted to a deeper pink as she thought about what that really meant. Harry had feelings for her. They had been obvious for weeks now, in the way he looked at her when they were alone, in the quiet steadiness he showed around the school. If she was honest with herself, she felt the same pull. That was why she had moved so quickly back at Grimmauld Place, staking her claim before any of the other girls could get a proper look at him. Harry Potter, the boy who had somehow grown into someone steady and confident over the summer, was hers. At least for now.
Yet even as the thought warmed her, other realities crept in. Harry had already shown interest in Cho Chang. That brief chat outside the Great Hall had not escaped her notice, and she had seen the way Cho glanced at him during meals. It was possible there would be more in the future. Other girls would notice him. He was famous, kind underneath the complications, and now carrying himself with a new kind of assurance. Tonks knew she could not ignore that.
She reached a staircase and started down, her steps echoing softly. No matter how many times she told Harry it was all right to explore those feelings, some part of him would hold back. His loyalty ran deep. It was one of the things she loved about him, that steadfastness, but it also worried her. Loyalty like that could keep him from being fully happy if he felt torn. She did not want him walking around with pieces of himself locked away just to spare her feelings.
The thoughts circled on repeat as she navigated the familiar route toward the east wing staff quarters. Mortification mixed with a strange sort of acceptance. Dumbledore had basically given them his blessing, in his roundabout way. Keep Harry happy. Keep the link quiet. It felt surreal. She passed a suit of armor and nodded absently at the portrait of a stern witch who eyed her curiously. By the time she reached her door, her mind was still turning the pieces over, examining them from every angle.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The moment the threshold crossed under her feet, the door slammed shut behind her with a solid thud. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close against a familiar masculine frame. Warm lips met hers in a sudden, hungry kiss that wiped every coherent thought from her head.
Tonks melted into it without hesitation. She recognized Harry's touch instantly, the way his hands splayed across her back, the faint scent of soap and broom polish that always clung to him. She kissed him back just as fiercely, her fingers threading into his messy hair. The lock clicked shut somewhere behind them, probably with a quick wave of his wand, but she did not bother checking. For a long moment nothing else existed except the heat of his mouth on hers and the solid press of his body.
Harry kissed like he had been thinking about it for hours. Deep and intent, with a quiet urgency that made her stomach flip. She let herself get lost in it, tilting her head to deepen the contact. Her back met the door as he crowded closer, and she welcomed the solid wood behind her and the warmth of him in front. Her hair shifted colors rapidly, streaks of bright pink and red flashing through as pleasure and relief flooded her system.
Finally, Harry pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. He was grinning, that boyish smile she had come to crave lighting up his face. His green eyes sparkled with mischief and everything he felt for her.
"I've been waiting for a while now," he said, his voice low and a little rough. "Where were you? I was starting to think you got held up with some Order business."
Tonks smirked up at him, catching her breath. She ran her thumb along his jaw, feeling the faint stubble there. "Wouldn't you like to know, Potter. Maybe I was off having a nice chat with the Headmaster about certain students and their nighttime activities. Or maybe I was just taking my sweet time because I knew you'd be here pacing like a lovesick kneazle."
Harry's grin widened. He pressed her more firmly against the door, one hand sliding to her hip while the other braced beside her head. "Lovesick kneazle, am I? Cheeky. Sounds like you need reminding who waited around like an idiot."
Before she could fire back another tease, his mouth claimed hers again. The kiss deepened immediately, hot and demanding. Harry pressed her harder against the door, his body flush with hers. Tonks moaned softly into his mouth and slid her hands down his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt. Their tongues met, urgent and familiar, sending sparks straight through her.
His hands started roaming. At first they teased, sliding along her sides and tracing the curve of her waist through her robes. Then they grew bolder. One palm cupped her breast, squeezing firmly as his thumb brushed over the nipple already tightening under the layers. Tonks arched into the touch with a sharp breath. She retaliated by gripping his ass and pulling his hips forward so she could feel the growing hardness of his cock against her.
They stumbled away from the door together, still tangled in the kiss. Harry shrugged out of his outer robe and let it drop to the floor. Tonks followed by tugging his tie loose and tossing it aside. She worked on the buttons of his shirt next while he found the fastenings of her robes. Piece by piece the clothing came off as they moved deeper into the room. Her outer robes joined his on the floor. His shirt followed. She kicked off her shoes and he did the same.
By the time the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed they were both down to their undergarments. Harry in black boxers that did little to hide how hard he was. Tonks in a green lace bra and knickers, her hair a wild mix of pink and red. They paused for a second, their chests heaving and their eyes locked in heated silence. The air between them felt thick.
Tonks grinned suddenly, wicked and full of want. She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Harry caught her easily, his hands sliding under her ass to hold her up as their mouths crashed together again. The kiss was messy and desperate. She rocked against him, feeling his cock press right against her covered pussy through the thin fabric.
They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Harry landed on his back with Tonks straddling him. His hands immediately went back to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he pulled the bra cups down to free them. He pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers until she gasped and ground down harder on his lap. One of his hands drifted lower, slipping inside her knickers to cup her pussy. He stroked her slick folds, teasing her entrance before sliding a finger inside.
Tonks moaned loudly and rocked into his hand. She reached down and palmed his cock through his boxers, feeling it throb under her touch. She pushed him flat on his back and slid lower, kissing down his chest and stomach. When she reached his waist she tugged his boxers down his hips and freed his hard cock. It sprang up, thick and flushed. She wrapped her fingers around the base and gave him a slow, firm stroke.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice husky. "So hard for me already."
She leaned down and licked a long stripe from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him into her mouth. Harry groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair. Tonks worked him steadily, sucking and stroking in rhythm. She hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, humming around his length. Her hand pumped what her mouth could not reach while she bobbed her head. Saliva coated his length, making every slide wet and smooth. She kept going until his hips started bucking and his grip tightened in her hair, and then she pulled off with a wet pop and grinned up at him.
Harry sat up quickly, his eyes dark with need. He pulled her up and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue. In one smooth motion he rolled them so she was on her back. He kissed her again while his hand returned between her legs. Two fingers pushed inside her pussy this time, curling to find that perfect spot. His thumb circled her clit as he thrust them in and out. At the same time, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard before switching to the other.
Tonks writhed under him, her moans spilling freely. "Fuck, Harry. Just like that."
He kept the rhythm steady, his fingers pumping faster as he kissed down her stomach. When he reached her thighs he pulled her knickers off completely and spread her legs wide. He looked up at her for a second, his eyes hungry, and lowered his mouth to her pussy. His tongue licked broad stripes along her wet folds before focusing on her clit. He sucked it between his lips while his fingers continued working inside her.
Tonks cried out and bucked against his face. The pleasure built fast and intense. His tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit while his fingers curled and thrust deep. She grew wetter with every second, juices coating his chin and dripping down. He added a third finger, stretching her as he ate her out with single-minded focus. Tonks gripped his hair tightly, her thighs trembling around his head. Her moans turned into broken gasps as she got closer and closer.
She came hard, gushing around his fingers. Her pussy clenched rhythmically as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Harry kept licking and fingering her through it, drawing out every last shudder until she was panting and trembling.
He finally pulled back, his lips shiny with her arousal. He moved up between her spread legs and positioned himself there. His hard cock rested against her slick entrance as they stared at each other heatedly, their breaths mingling.
Harry rubbed his thick length slowly up and down her pussy, teasing her clit with the head on every pass. The friction made her hips twitch with fresh need. He watched her face the whole time, drinking in every little twitch of her hips and every frustrated moan.
"Come on, Harry," Tonks breathed, her voice husky with need. "Stop teasing me, you git. I can feel how hard you are. Just fuck me already."
He grinned down at her, still sliding his length along her folds. "What's the rush? You feel so good like this. All wet and ready for me. Maybe I want to hear you beg a little more."
Tonks narrowed her eyes but the effect was ruined by the way her hips rolled up against him. "Bastard. I'll remember this next time you're the one desperate."
Harry chuckled low and finally took pity on her. He lined himself up and pushed forward. The head of his cock breached her entrance and he slid in slowly, inch by inch. Tonks gasped sharply as he stretched her open. Her walls gripped him tightly, hot and slick. They both moaned loudly as he bottomed out, the sound mixing together in the quiet room.
He held still for a moment, buried deep inside her, letting them both feel it. Then he started moving, slow deep thrusts that made her breasts bounce with each motion. Tonks wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close. Her legs locked around his waist as she met every thrust. Their bodies pressed together completely, her tits soft and warm against his chest. They kissed hotly, their tongues sliding against each other as the pace gradually built.
Harry's lips left hers to trail along her jaw and down to her neck. He sucked lightly at the sensitive skin there, drawing a throaty moan from her. He moved lower, kissing across her collarbone before capturing one nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard while continuing to thrust steadily into her pussy. Tonks arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. Her hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in whenever he hit that perfect spot inside her.
They stayed like that for a long while, lost in the rhythm. Lips moved from lips to shoulders, from tits to neck and back again. Every kiss was accompanied by the wet slap of skin on skin and their shared moans. Harry fucked her with deep, rolling thrusts that made her gasp each time he bottomed out. Tonks met him thrust for thrust, rolling her hips up to take him even deeper.
"Feels so good," she panted against his mouth. "Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," Harry replied, his voice strained with pleasure.
After several minutes Tonks pushed at his shoulder. "My turn. I want to be on top now."
Harry pulled out slowly, both of them groaning at the loss. He lay back on the bed, his cock glistening with her juices and standing hard against his stomach. Tonks straddled him immediately. She grabbed his length with one hand, aligned it with her dripping entrance, and sank down slowly. Inch after inch disappeared inside her until he was buried to the hilt. She moaned out loud, her head tilting back in pleasure. When she looked down at him her eyes were half-lidded and her smile was pure satisfaction.
For a moment she just sat there, enjoying the fullness. Then her smirk returned. Her features began to shift. Her hair darkened and straightened. Her face changed into delicate Asian features with dark eyes. Suddenly it was Cho looking down at him, wearing Tonks's playful expression.
Harry's eyes widened.
"Like what you see, Harry?" she asked in Cho's soft, breathy voice. She started moving, rolling her hips in slow circles at first.
The combination of seeing Cho's face and hearing her voice while feeling Tonks's tight, wet pussy around him made his cock throb hard inside her. "Fuck, Tonks..."
She grinned with Cho's mouth and picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock. Her tits jiggled with every downward slam. "Mmm, you feel so big like this. Stretching me so good." The words came out in Cho's voice, which only drove him wilder. She rode him harder, wet sounds filling the room as her pussy slid up and down his shaft.
Harry reached up and cupped her bouncing breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs before tweaking them lightly. Cho-Tonks moaned louder and ground down on him. He wrapped his arms around her suddenly and pulled her down against his chest. Her tits mashed softly against him. Harry planted his feet on the bed and started thrusting up into her furiously. The new angle made her cry out with every powerful stroke.
Tonks's hair shifted colors constantly as they fucked, flashes of pink, red, and black mixing together. Harry pulled back just enough to look at her face. Cho's features stared back at him but with Tonks's purple-streaked eyes. He kissed her softly and lovingly even as their hips kept moving together. The contrast between the tender kiss and the intense fucking made everything feel electric.
When she pulled away from the kiss she smirked down at him again. Her features morphed once more. Her hair became sleek and blonde, falling around her shoulders in smooth waves. Her face shifted into the cool, elegant lines of Daphne Greengrass, with sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes, and that same impassive beauty Harry remembered from History of Magic, now flushed with arousal. Harry's eyes widened comically.
"Surprised, Potter?" she teased in a smooth, slightly posh voice that matched Daphne's usual tone. "Bet you never thought you'd have a Slytherin riding your cock like this."
Harry groaned, unable to deny how damn hot it felt. The resemblance was uncanny, and knowing it was still Tonks only made it better. He gripped her hips and fucked up into her harder. "You're going to kill me with this."
Daphne-Tonks laughed breathily and intensified her bouncing. Her pussy clenched around him as she rode him wildly. The wet slapping sounds grew louder. Her tits bounced heavily with every movement. Harry thrust up to meet her, driving deep again and again. He could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around his cock.
Tonks's orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body tensed as she slammed down onto him one final time. Her pussy spasmed wildly, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses. She gushed around him, fresh wetness coating his shaft and dripping down his balls. She cried out loudly, the sound mixing Daphne's refined voice with Tonks's raw pleasure. Her thighs shook and her back arched as the climax tore through her. Wave after wave made her tremble on top of him. Her hair flashed through every color as she rode it out, grinding down desperately to prolong the pleasure.
Harry grunted at the intense tightness but kept fucking her through it, thrusting up steadily to draw out every last shudder. He was getting close himself, the pressure building fast at the base of his spine. Just as he felt his own orgasm approaching, Tonks lifted off him suddenly. He protested with a groan, his hips chasing her warmth.
She moved quickly between his legs and took his glistening cock into her mouth. Harry groaned loudly and propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch. Her face and body began cycling through the forms every few seconds. First Tonks with her messy pink hair, sucking him deep. Then Cho, dark hair falling forward as her lips stretched around his shaft. Then Daphne, elegant features flushed as she bobbed her head. Back to Tonks. The constant shifting was overwhelming.
Tonks sucked him eagerly, hollowing her cheeks and taking him right to the back of her throat. Her hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm. Harry could only stare in shock and pleasure as the faces changed. The visual combined with the incredible suction pushed him over the edge fast.
"Fuck, I'm coming," he warned, his voice ragged.
She took him even deeper and swallowed around him. Harry came hard with a deep groan, thick ropes of cum pulsing into her mouth. Tonks swallowed every drop eagerly, still shifting forms around his cock. Cho's eyes looked up at him. Daphne's lips tightened. Tonks's tongue swirled. The sight and sensation drew out his orgasm until he was completely spent.
When the last spurts faded he fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving and his heart hammering wildly. Tonks gave him one final gentle suck before pulling off. She swallowed the last of it, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and shifted back to her own form, her pink hair slightly sweaty and sticking to her forehead. She crawled up beside him and cuddled against his side, one leg thrown over his and her head resting on his chest.
Harry wrapped an arm around her, still catching his breath. The room smelled of sex and their mingled sweat. He pressed a lazy kiss to the top of her head as they both came down slowly, their bodies pressed close and satisfied.
"What the hell was all that?" He asked, his breathing labored.
Tonks looked into his eyes and smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly once again. It was a good question, and he deserved to know.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed close against him and began speaking while Harry held her close and listened to it all in silence.
To be continued…
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