Tonks' grip on Alisa's hand was firm, purposeful, as she led them through the darkened grounds toward the small hut tucked near the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Alisa didn't know how she found herself in her current situation.
"You know," Tonks said conversationally, though her voice had dropped into something warmer, "I've been thinking about this for weeks."
Alisa's breath hitched. "T-thinking about what?"
"Oh, lots of things," Tonks said and glanced back, eyes glinting with mischief even in the dimming light. "How you'd sound when I get my mouth on you. How those careful hands of yours would feel when you finally stop holding back. Whether you'd try to stay quiet or if I could make you—"
"Tonks," Alisa hissed, her face burning hot enough to rival any infernal flame. "We're—we're still outside, someone could—"
"Could what? Hear me talking about pinning you against the wall and fucking you until you forget your own name?" Tonks laughed, bright and teasing. "Or maybe you'd prefer we actually use the bed this time. I could take my time with you there. Spread you out nice and slow, see how long it takes before you start begging—"
"I don't—I wouldn't—" Alisa stammered, tripping over her own feet. Her whole body felt too hot, too tight, and her dick just kept hardering with every word that fell from Tonks' lips.
"Wouldn't beg?" Tonks tugged her closer, breath ghosting against Alisa's ear. "We'll see about that."
Alisa made a sound that was half protest, half something far more desperate.
They rounded the corner of the groundskeeper's shed—
—and nearly collided with three figures coming from the opposite direction.
"Oh!" Hermione Granger jumped back, eyes wide. "Sorry, we didn't—"
Everyone froze.
Harry Potter stood in the centre, flanked by Ron Weasley and Hermione. All three were in their robes.
Harry's expression shifted from surprise to polite confusion as he took in the two women, hands still clasped, standing far too close.
Oh God. I hope he didn't notice my bulge, Alisa thought fervently as she tried her best to hide her full erection.
"Evening," Harry said carefully. His gaze flicked between them, lingering on their joined hands, and was it her, or did he just look at where her penis was?
Tonks recovered first, her natural ease slipping into place like armour. "Wotcher, Harry. Hermione, Ron."
She nodded to each in turn, making no move to release Alisa's hand. "A bit late for a stroll, isn't it?"
"We could say the same," Hermione replied, though her tone was more curious than accusatory.
"Right." Tonks grinned. "This is Alisa, a guest in the castle. Alisa, this is Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. I hope you don't know about each other, because then, my introductions would be useless…"
Alisa shook her head mutely and tried to summon some semblance of composure. "It's... nice to meet you."
Her voice came out strained, too formal, and she could feel Tonks trying not to laugh beside her.
Harry's eyes narrowed slightly. "I've seen you in the hall, and I couldn't place a name on you. I was sure I'd remember if I had seen you before."
"I—Uh."
Oh gods. Oh gods.
"I'm new," Alisa managed to say…
Thankfully, the boy took notice of something else. "Are you all right? Your face is really red."
Damnation.
"I'm—it's—" Alisa's free hand came up instinctively to her burning cheeks. "Just... exertion. From the... earlier... patrol."
"Patrol," Ron repeated slowly, his ears turning pink for some reason. "Right. Patrol."
Hermione elbowed him sharply.
The silence stretched, excruciating.
Tonks opened her mouth—probably to say something that would make this infinitely worse—when the air twisted.
Wrong.
Alisa felt it first, her magic screaming a warning half a second before the others reacted. The temperature dropped, and the shadows at the forest's edge began to writhe.
Well, to Alisa's superb senses at least.
"Down!" she barked and was about to conjure a shield that would stop a head-on attack from a demon prince, but then everyone moved.
To say that Alisa was surprised would be an understatement.
These people are good, she noted, immediately forgetting any previous embarrassment and assessing her surroundings.
Ah, it's just a knight.
The second ranking demon from the bottom.
Speaking of the knight, he materialised in a burst of sulfurous smoke. It must have been a talented one because it could use magic well enough to bend reality around itself to create an infernal armour.
It tried to scream inside their heads, but Alisa stopped that piece of magic from ever connecting.
If the other noticed anything, they didn't let it show.
Harry's wand was the first to fire up. "Expelliarmus!"
The spell splashed against the demon's hide uselessly…
Uh, I may have gotten ahead of myself.
Did he really just cast the disarming charm?
"Won't work!" Tonks shouted, dropping into a combat stance, her own wand tracing a complex pattern. "Infernal entities need binding before such—"
"On it!" Hermione snapped, her wand already moving through a containment sequence.
She's not about to—?
Light spilt from her wand tip, forming a cage of golden lines. Just as the same spell, albeit a more powerful and complex variation, is connected with it as well, thus cancelling each other out.
The demon shrieked and lunged.
Tonks' look was murderous.
Alisa was about to wave a hand, but—
—the demon stopped short as Ron's hasty shield charm defended them.
"Hold it!" Tonks barked, her magic snapping out to reinforce the structure. "Alisa—"
But Alisa was already moving.
Space folded around her hands as she reached into the demon's essence, fingers closing around something that shouldn't exist in three dimensions.
Why waste perfectly good resources?
The creature's scream rose to a fevered pitch as she pulled, dragging its core into a small ring she had on her person.
"Done."
The word hit the demon like a hammer blow, and with a final, furious shriek, the knight was dragged screaming into a tear behind it.
The hole was connected with Alisa's ring, but what the others didn't know couldn't harm them.
Silence.
Heavy breathing.
Then—
"What," came a cold, crisp voice from behind them, "in the name of Merlin's beard is going on here?"
They all turned.
Professor McGonagall stood at the edge of the path, tartan dressing gown pulled tight, mouth compressed into a thin line.
Her eyes swept across the group—taking in the scorch marks, the residual sulfur stink, and the five guilty faces staring back at her.
"Potter. Granger. Weasley."
Each name was a sharp chip of ice.
"You were supposed to be in your common room an hour ago."
"Professor, we were—" Hermione began.
"Save it," McGonagall's gaze shifted to Tonks and Alisa.
"Ms Tonks. Alisa."
Alisa nodded mutely.
"There was a demon incursion," Tonks said quickly. "Knight-class. We contained it."
"I can see that, Ms Tonks." McGonagall's tone could have frozen fire. "What I want to know is why these three students were involved, why there was another incursion in the span of a single week."
Nobody answered.
McGonagall's jaw tightened. "My office. Now. All of you."
The debrief lasted an hour.
McGonagall extracted every detail with surgical precision.
She interrogated each of them separately, cross-referenced their accounts, and dismissed the students only after extracting promises of complete discretion.
When it was finally over, Alisa found herself standing in the corridor outside McGonagall's office, exhaustion pulling at her bones. Not physical or magical exhaustion, but emotional exhaustion.
Tonks appeared beside her, looking equally drained. "Well. That was fun."
"Fun," Alisa repeated flatly.
"Could've been worse." Tonks stretched, wincing slightly. "I could have been fucking your pretty little cunt right as it happened."
Despite everything, Alisa felt her face heat again. "Tonks—"
"I know, I know. Rain check." Tonks squeezed her shoulder gently. "Get some sleep, yeah? We'll talk tomorrow."
She left before Alisa could respond, disappearing down the corridor with a tired wave.
Alisa stood alone in the empty hallway, the silence pressing in around her.
And in that silence, a thought began to take shape.
The Duke. Then a knight. Both appeared in her presence.
Then there was the first duke in London.
The string of increasingly frequent demonic encounters had started… right after she'd been cursed.
Alisa's hands clenched into fists.
How come demons keep popping up near me lately?
It started after I got cursed.
She turned toward the window, staring out at the dark forest.
Just what is wrong with me?
As if on cue, her dick twitched.