Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: ragdoll
From: ozma_katiebell

Title: The Minister's Office
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Tonks/Bill
Rating: NC17 (Pretty much PWP with a few jokes thrown in for good measure)
Kinks/Themes Included: Spanking, mild bondage, threesome, desk sex, workplace sex,
Other Warnings/Content: This is mostly het with slashy undertones. Canon couples referenced (in past) are Harry/Ginny, Remus/Tonks, and Bill/Fleur and (in present) Ron and Hermione. Drug use. Adultery mentioned.
Word Count: 7139
Summary/Description: Being an Auror isn't as exciting as they make it out to be. Especially when they expect you to attend one boring Ministry function after another. But when a newly single Harry Potter is invited to skive off by two people in a similar predicament, he has no idea what sort of a treat he is in for.



Being an Auror wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, Harry thought. He’d imagined something like those detective stories his uncle had been so fond of--full of edge-of your-seat standoffs and chases (on brooms instead of cars, naturally) and pretty, morally loose suspects who were ever so grateful to have their names cleared. Plus, the Aurors he’d met seemed so exciting at fifteen. Granted, Moody had been completely mad, but you didn’t get to look the way he had (or become as paranoid as he’d been) without some pretty exciting missions.

After facing Voldemort himself nearly every year for seven years in a row, he should have known anything else was bound to be a letdown. But it was the politics that really killed him. He ought to have known, based upon past experience, that he was going to be trotted out for special occasions, but he’d never imagined how much the fundraisers, balls and rallies would blur together into one long rubber-chicken-tasting, watered-drink-sipping, mindless-chitchat-filled nightmare.

Ginny had loved the damn things, and while he was with her, they’d been a little more bearable. At least he’d had someone to laugh at people with. But Ginny had decided some time ago that Harry, too, was not all he was cracked up to be, and though he quite agreed with her, his heart was still a bit bruised.

However, as he looked around this particular fundraiser (The Lycanthropy Awareness Auction and Gala, wasn’t it?) he considered that he was not the only one for whom ‘happily ever after’ had not been all that it was cracked up to be. While his mutual best friends were currently on the dance floor, making it plain to all that they were still shagging like rabbits, he noticed that Bill Weasley had come alone too.

Apparently, while his (ex) wife’s love had been more than able to withstand the loss of his (ridiculously, if memory served) handsome face, the vagaries of his moods had been a bit too much to handle, being rather (hem, hem) highly strung herself, the marriage bore the strain of their mutual instability. They had (as Harry discovered, to his mortification while he stayed at their house) shagged like the pair of wild things they were, but their fights had also been legendary, and two years and several months of counseling later, Fleur had ‘decided she missed France too much.’

And Tonks--she’d come alone, too, because Remus had done a runner one more time than she was prepared to forgive. Oh, and the fact that he was (by all accounts) mostly gay had not helped. But that was a long and complicated story, and one he preferred not to hear in detail.

The point was, Harry thought, at least he wasn’t alone in miserable singlehood. He figured he was all right if he was in the same position as two of the coolest people he knew.

Of course, Bill was currently stuck talking to Zacharias Smith, who was doing an internship at Gringotts (and still was one of the most pompous windbags Harry had ever met) so his position at present wasn’t an enviable one.

And Tonks (who had come in an evening gown and combat boots) was apparently getting the full treatment from Cormac McClaggen, and she looked as though she’d have liked nothing better than to pour her drink on his head.

Harry decided he may as well go on and rescue one of them (he did sort of have a ‘rescuing thing,’ didn’t he?) and though his first impulse was to choose Tonks, he remembered that she had been making him blush like mad lately whenever she talked to him whether on purpose or by accident.

Besides, he knew it would be easy to chase Smith off, as he’d had a tendency to avoid anyone in the DA since he’d done a runner in the middle of the battle. Harry clapped his hand on Bill’s shoulder as he approached.

Bill greeted him warmly, as usual, turning to give him a half-hug. Harry went to shake Smith’s hand, and as if on cue, he mumbled a greeting and 'suddenly remembered he had a previous engagement.'

Unfortunately, after the obligatory joke about Ron's dancing and complaints about the lengths of the speeches, Harry found he'd quite run out of things to talk about with Bill--who'd always seemed like sort of a rock star to him as a kid, and still tended to inspire hero worship. Fortunately, Tonks saved him from coming up with another subject. She walked up behind them and slapped their backs, causing Harry to choke on his drink. "What d'you reckon, boys?” she asked cheerfully. “Dullest party of the year, or what?"

"We still got two weeks left," Bill observed wryly. "And you missed Percy's birthday party, which had me wanting to slash my fucking wrists."

"Oh, god," Harry moaned, remembering. "What was that game anyway?"

"No idea," Bill replied with a grimace.

"Well, I'm ready to die of boredom right now, and I lived with Remus for three years."

Bill nudged Tonks’s shoulder playfully. "Never could fathom why you were in such a hurry to marry moldy old Professor Cardigan, love."

"What can I say? Love is blind," Tonks replied with a shrug.

"Plus, he was hung like a...well, werewolf," she added, winking at Harry, who had a sudden desire to bleach his brain. "So, what d'you say, gents, shall we give 'em the slip?"

"Can't," Bill said irritably. "I'm George's 'designated Apparator.' Promised Mum."

Harry suddenly remembered something. "Didn't I just see George heading off into the Floos with someone?"

He tried to remember the girl's face. "What was her name? Frobisher? A year above us, I think. Gryffindor. Blonde. Big-" He held out his hand in front of his chest and then immediately dropped them, horrified as he realized that most girls didn't appreciate it when a bloke waxed rhapsodic about other female body parts in front of them. The trouble was that sometimes he forgot that Tonks was a girl. Or at least, sometimes his brain did, though his cock reminded him regularly, and often at highly inappropriate times.

Apparently she wasn't offended, because she tuned back to Bill. "There, you see, George is all set for the night. He can cry into her reportedly spectacular bosom, which I'm sure he will enjoy far more than being tucked in by his big brother. Although-” she added with a wink at Harry, “you never know--I've always suspected you Weasleys are far pervier than any of us could have imagined."

Bill held up his hand in a rude gesture, but Tonks continued, unfazed. "Besides, I wasn't actually thinking of leaving. Have you ever seen the view from the Minister's office? Looks down at the whole Atrium, only no one can see you up there. Great place for people-watching."

"Never knew you were a voyeur, love," Bill said with a leer.

"Me? I'm an exhibitionist," Tonks protested. "You're the voyeur. Which is probably why we get on so well.”

“Coming, Harry?" She gestured with her head in the direction of the lifts.

"What if he caught you?" Harry couldn't help asking. As much as he liked the current Minister, he wasn't in any hurry to test the bonds of their friendship by breaking into his office.

"I set up the security in that office, didn't I, love?" Tonks took them both by the hands, saving them the bother of a conscious decision. "You'd think a pair of strapping young Gryffindors would be more receptive to an adventure. Jeesh."

Bill whistled all through the lift ride, while Harry shifted uncomfortably on his feet, wondering if he ought to just slip away at the earliest opportunity. Clearly, they were much better friends than he realized--in fact, there was something about the way that they were looking at each other that was downright dirty, and if he'd wanted to be a third wheel, he might as well have stuck with Ron and Hermione.

But Tonks still had a firm grip on his hand, and besides, her offhand remark hadn’t settled well with him--breaking into the Minister's office was just the sort of adventure he'd have loved planning not so very long ago.

Not that he had all that much to do with the actual break-in. Tonks got them through the wards and past the stone lion that guarded the door, and with little further ceremony, Harry was standing in front of the Minister for Magic's desk, admiring it, wondering what it would feel like to have that much power at one’s disposal. Probably not fun at all, he suspected. He didn't much relish the idea of having the fate of the Wizarding world on his shoulders again any time soon.

Still, it was undeniably a cool office, and as he stood before the window looking down at the Atrium, he thought he could definitely get used to a view like that. The people below, (who had earlier seemed to be pressing around him, always wanting something from him) now seemed distant and vaguely interesting, beautifully dressed in their holiday finery; dancing and talking and drinking and laughing.

He could also see Bill and Tonks reflected in the dim light on the glass. Tonks was perched up on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs, and Bill had lost his jacket and tie and was sitting cross legged on the antique rug, lighting a cigarette with the end of his wand, the flame illuminating his rugged face.

Moments later, Harry realized (as a familiar sweet, pungent smell reached his nostrils) that Bill wasn't smoking any regular cigarette. Bloody hell, he thought. Were they trying to start a scandal?

As he tuned back toward them, he caught sight of Tonks inhaling deeply and passing the cigarette back to Bill.

"What would the Minister say?" he asked, grinning to let them know he was (mostly) joking.

Tonks finished exhaling and said, "You might be surprised."

For Harry, the evening was beginning to seem like finding out that Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny were made up (not that he’d ever believed in them at the Dursleys.) He’d always held up people like Bill and Tonks (and Kingsley, if Tonks was to be believed) as noble and heroic--and he still believed they were--but it never occurred to him that they also were capable of doing stupid, irresponsible things like sneaking into places they weren’t supposed to be just to get high.

But why should it have surprised him? It wasn’t that he didn’t approve--hell, he’d been quite happy to partake when Neville had brought forth the bounty of Professor Sprout’s ‘secret garden’ the night after the battle and shared it with his dorm-mates--it was just going to take some getting used to. Looking at them differently, that was.

Shaking his head at his own naiveté, he made his way to the desk, and feeling somewhat reckless, plopped down on the Minister’s chair. “There you are, love,” Tonks said. “Now, isn’t this much more cozy? Pass it along, Bill, Harry is way too serious.”

Determined not to make a fool of himself, Harry inhaled deeply, only to completely make fool of himself by nearly coughing up a lung. Fortunately, Bill and Tonks seemed to be laughing with him, rather than at him, and after a few more tries, he couldn’t bring himself to care about looking stupid.

“We’ll corrupt you yet,” Tonks said, waving her wand lazily as she made a pattern of light on the ceiling.

“I’m not nearly as innocent as you think I am,” Harry protested vaguely. Maybe it was because he’d been drinking already, but this seemed to be hitting him fast and hard. “This isn’t even the first time I’ve done this.”

Both of them laughed, and Bill said, “Of course you have.”

“I have,” Harry said, hoping his voice didn’t sound as petulant as it did in his mind. “Plus, I get drunk all the time.”

“That much, we know,” Tonks said, leaning down to mess his hair up. “But this is much nicer, don’t you think?”

While Harry certainly agreed, he didn’t much like the gesture. It made him feel like they thought he was a kid. “Besides, I killed Moldymort, didn’t I?”

“There is that,” Tonks said, blowing smoke in the air.

“But technically, he killed himself, didn’t he?” Bill observed.

“Well, I would have,” Harry said, taking the joint from Tonks’s hand. Another thought occurred to him, and he exhaled much more quickly than he would have in his hurry to make his argument. “Plus I’ve had sex. Lots and lots of sex.”

“Of course you have,” said Tonks. “Gorgeous young hero-type like you, I imagine the girls were throwing themselves at you.”

“Of course, it was all with the same person,” Harry felt compelled to add. He couldn’t seem to control his tongue.

“I’d really rather not know the details, thanks,” Bill said, taking the joint from Harry. “At least let me hold on to the fantasy that my baby sister is a virgin.”

Oh, Harry thought. Bad idea. He really should shut up immediately.

“Oh, go on, Harry. Make him squirm a bit. Probably turn him on, he totally gets off on other people fucking.”

“Not my sister.”

“Oh, but it was okay when we hid in the cupboard and watched Charlie and that waitress after Percy’s wedding? Fucking double standard, that is.”

Harry’s eyes widened at that, but he tried to look nonchalant.

“So, what’s the kinkiest thing you ever did, Harry?”

“Er-”

Harry groaned and covered his eyes as both of them looked at him expectantly.

When Harry didn‘t answer, Bill spoke. “Could be voyeurism, Ron tells me he did spend a lot of time under an invisibility cloak.”

“Er-” Harry found his cheeks burning as he remembered the times that he’d pretended to be asleep while Ron and Hermione grunted and moaned in the bed next to him shortly after the war. Or during the war, when he’d walked in on Bill and Fleur making use of their kitchen table late at night.

“Bill really is the most shameless voyeur,” Tonks added conversationally. “And a good thing, too, considering who he was married to-”

“Huh?” Harry asked, looking wildly at Bill, hoping that he wasn’t thinking of the same incident Harry was. He hadn’t thought they spotted him.

Bill propped himself up on his elbow, passing the joint back to Harry. “Fleur loved to be watched, especially with other people.”

Harry choked on a lungful of smoke. “Is that what happened, then? She cheated?”

Bill raised an eyebrow. “Not exactly cheating when I was a willing participant, is it?”

“Oh,” Harry said, his head reeling at this point. Maybe he was sort of innocent, after all.

“Isn’t he gorgeous when he blushes, Bill?” Tonks said with a wicked grin, making Harry’s cheeks heat up even more. “I think he likes being shocked.”

“Bet he’d like being spanked, too.” Bill added.

“I don’t-”

“Ooh,” Tonks interrupted. “I suspect you’ve nailed it. Lovely way to work out all those mother issues, isn’t it?”

“I don’t have any mother issues!” Harry protested, but both Tonks and Bill snorted with derision.

“Besides,” Harry continued, “I’ve had more than enough beatings to last a lifetime, thank you very much.”

“It’s different when you’re asking for it,” Bill observed, putting the most absurd images in Harry’s head of Bill in a schoolboy uniform and Fleur dressed like a Headmisstress..

“Besides,” Bill continued. “I reckon you like bossy women. I know I do. Nothing worse than a girl that just sits there, waiting for you to tell her what to do.”

“Which is why you adore me,” Tonks said, smiling sweetly at him. “Nothing I like better than having a man who wants to be bossed around. Bonus if he likes a good spanking. Remus loved them,” she said conspiratorially to Harry, who wished that he could just die of mortification then and there.

She continued. “Course I never would have known how much I liked it if Mr. Head Boy over here hadn’t tried to give me detention.”

Harry looked toward Bill questioningly. Apparently, Bill had caught her out of bounds one night at Hogwarts and threatened her with a spanking when she mouthed off at him, only to find himself trussed up like a Christmas turkey, his pants around his thighs, his arse covered in red hand prints and sporting an enormous erection.

“Bloody hell,” Harry said, shaking his head. Bill had always seemed so...macho to Harry. How could he enjoy being humiliated like that?

“I suspect Harry might be the sort who likes being tied up, too,” Bill observed, much to Harry’s surprise. “It’s a great excuse to be completely selfish, not to mention giving up control.”

Harry sat up, shaking his head vehemently. “No. I don’t think I’d like giving up control very much--I hadn’t at all liked being petrified while Dumbledore was dying, not to mention when Draco broke my fucking nose.” He turned to Tonks. “I mean, you saw me after that, did I look particularly happy?”

“No, but you’d had adrenaline pumping through you, and you were itching for a fight. This is the same thing, just redirected.”

Bill leaned closer. “At any rate, there’s a big difference between that and someone you trust tying you up, when you’re aroused a bit more each time the rope or the person’s fingers brush against your skin, each time the rope tightens around you, when you feel their breath on your skin as they make those sexy little grunts, tugging at the knots. Hell, I get hard just thinking about it.”

God, Bill’s voice was so much...cooler than Ron’s, Harry thought. Or was ‘cool’ the word for it? It was definitely deeper and rougher than Ron’s voice. Hearing Ron’s voice always managed to cheer Harry up, but Bill’s voice spoke of danger and adventure, and it made Harry feel an odd mixture of fascination, admiration, and discomfort. Or maybe it was just the things he was saying.

“Hell, I get wet every time I do it to a suspect.” Tonks added.

Hell, Harry was getting hard just hearing it described, which seemed highly inappropriate whilst sitting in the Minister’s chair. He could feel his cheeks burning and prayed they wouldn’t notice.

Unfortunately, Bill’s next words effectively crushed that hope. “Look at him, love, I think you’ve caught yourself another disciple.”

“Have I, now?” As she spoke, Tonks leaned in closer to him, which made it a lot easier to look down her dress whilst avoiding her eyes. And as she’d placed her hand firmly on his knee, it occurred to him that maybe she wouldn’t mind catching him at it, after all?

“Would you like it if I tied you up, Boy Wonder? Would you like to have your arms pinned behind you for so long it begins to ache, your legs stuck to that chair when all you really want to do is fuck the first thing you can get your dick into? Would you like to watch me touch myself, touch Bill? Would you like to watch Bill touch himself? I’ll bet you would, you filthy boy, you’ve got a thing for gingers, haven’t you?”

“Jesus Christ,” Harry muttered. She was trying to fucking kill him, wasn’t she? “We can’t...Minister’s chair.”

“And it wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened in it. How d’you think I knew how to get in and make sure nobody else could?”

“What?” Harry’s head was spinning again, and he didn’t think it had to do with the dodgy substances he’d been ingesting.

“Kingsley has an enormous amount of responsibility on those gorgeous broad shoulders of his. Sometimes even the strongest people just need to…let go.”

“Oh, shit,” Harry exhaled, feeling as though his head were going to explode any minute.

“So, what’s it to be, Harry? What do you want done to you? D’you want us to tie you up? Leave you there watching while Bill fucks me over the Minister’s desk? Or d’you want to be the one watched? D’you want Bill to sit and watch me as I climb on your lap and tease you with my tits, knowing you can’t touch me? Should I suck your cock? Do you want to be spread over the Minister’s desk so I can spank you until you come all over his latest Proclamation? Or should Bill be the one to spank you?”

Harry couldn’t think. All the blood in his brain had drained down toward his cock, and he was left with the images they were putting there, each more disturbingly arousing than the last.

“Well, Harry?” Bill asked, and he was far closer than Harry realised, apparently. His hot breath hit the back of Harry’s neck and Harry let out a strangled moan.

“I...yes. Please.”

“Yes to what?” Tonks asked, and her hand had actually made it to his cock now, though three miserable layers of fabric prevented him feeling it fully.

“I...just-”

“All of the above, perhaps?” Bill said with a low laugh. He must have somehow transfigured something into a silken rope (unless of, course, Kinglsey kept them around especially for this purpose, which, apparently was entirely possible) because he slid his hands down Harry’s arms and began looping it around them.

“William Arthur Weasley,” Tonks protested. “I was going to do that.”

Bill’s mouth was very close to Harry’s ear now, and every time he spoke, it was making all the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. Among other things. “You can spank me for it later,” he offered, and there was mischief in his voice. “Besides, you can do his legs. Open, I think. Lose the trousers.”

Before Harry had a chance to protest, Tonks’s hands were working at his zipper, and his pants, and at the first touch of her warm fingers on his bare cock, any objections he might have had dissolved on his tongue. He even found himself lifting his hips to help her slide them off, along with his shoes and socks.

This was wrong. This was oh, so very wrong on oh, so many levels and he wanted...he hardly knew what he wanted, he just knew he didn’t want it to end.

With one last tug of the knots at Harry’s wrists, Bill rose to his feet, trailing his knuckle up Harry’s back as he did. Harry groaned as he walked past. He suspected he looked ridiculous, sitting there, his cock jutting out embarrassingly, still wearing his shirt and tie. For a moment, the weirdness overcame the hotness in his mind, and he began to panic just a little. What if this were a joke, what if they were going to just leave him there like that for Kingsley to find him. Or worse yet, what if they weren’t? What, exactly, had he got himself into? If Ron ever found out about this he’d...

Well, he’d got past the weirdness of falling in love his best friend’s sister, hadn’t he? But this was his brother. And hers, and... Oh, bugger it all, he was such a fucking pervert. His aunt was right. He was a freak.

At that moment, Bill walked up to Tonks and kissed her full on the lips. Harry wasn’t quite sure what to do. He’d always been used to turning away in embarrassment from snogging couples, and here was a pair that apparently preferred he didn’t. In fact, Bill, once they broke for air, turned her to face Harry, biting down on her neck as she moaned and closed her eyes. Bill hopped up on the desk (the Minister’s desk, Harry thought with some horror, still) letting Tonks settle between his legs.

“So, what d’you reckon, then? Bit of a show?” Harry wasn’t sure if Tonks was asking him or Bill, but Bill growled in apparent assent, and his hands slid slowly up Tonks’ belly and ribcage, finally cupping her breasts.

“Look at him.” Bill chuckled, nuzzling Tonks, neck as be began sliding the strap of her dress down her shoulder. “He’s practically salivating.”

“It’s always about the boobs at his age, innit?” Tonks observed. She reached behind herself, and to Harry, the noise of her zipper being opened was unnaturally loud. She seemed to be taking her sweet time about it, too.

“Still is, for some of us,” Bill asserted. Both straps had fallen off her shoulders by now, and he slid her dress down slowly, inch by inch, until it got stuck on her hips. As Tonks shimmied it the rest of the way to the floor, Bill moved his hands back up her stomach to her breasts, finally sucking on her neck as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Tonks had stripped down to a pair of very tiny purple knickers, but her boots were still on, which somehow only added to the experience.

“Definitely a tit man,” Tonks said, and Harry could feel his cheeks burning but he didn’t care. Tonks was making the hottest little whimpers as Bill began pinching her nipples, and his right hand began sliding back down her belly to her knickers. When he reached inside them, Harry thought he might just come then and there.

Tonks moaned as Bill began stroking between her legs, leaning back on Bill's shoulders and thrusting her pelvis forward. It was almost like a dance, the way they were moving together, with Tonks swaying her hips and arching her back and Bill matching the movements behind her. Harry wondered what it would feel like to be pressed up against her bottom like that. He suddenly remembered that Ron had always had a thing for Tonks’ arse, and then he very quickly told himself that thinking anything at all about Ron at this moment was the worst thing he could possibly do.

He wasn’t quite sure that he liked being stuck by himself on the chair while they played, unable to do anything but buck up into the air, desperate to get his hands on something, even if it was just his own aching cock.

Bill’s fingers were moving quickly now, both under her knickers and on her nipple, and Tonks was moaning like mad, one of her hands on her other breast, cupping and squeezing, and the other in Bill’s hair, almost as though she was holding on for support. Every now and then, Bill would move his hand in a way that gave Harry a tantalizing glimpse of her pink pubic hair (and maybe more, he imagined).

He’d never been all that fond of pink, particularly, but bloody hell, pretty much everything on Tonks was hot. He was even turned on by Bill’s fingers, for fuck's sake--long and thin and elegant and moving in a blur--apparently very familiar with all of Tonks’s sensitive spots. With a series of shudders and a long cry (not to mention Bill’s teeth sinking into her neck) Tonks came, and it was only by thinking of Dolores Umbridge in a bikini that Harry managed not to come right along with her.

“Fuck,” he hissed, as Bill withdrew his fingers from her knickers and held them up to his nose, apparently inhaling them appreciatively. When Tonks grabbed his hand and licked his fingertips, Harry whimpered.

“Poor kid.” Bill chuckled, settling Tonks on her feet and smacking her arse playfully. “Throw him a bone, love, before he explodes.”

Harry wasn’t quite sure he liked the way that Bill was talking about him. It sort of made it seem like they were in their own little club, and he was begging for entrance. Apparently, his face was far too readable, because Tonks winked at him and said, “Don’t worry, love, he’ll pay for his cheek. He always does.”

“Promise?” Bill asked with a grin as he hopped back up on the desk. He picked up the long forgotten joint. Harry assumed that he was going to light it up and take another drag, but he wasn’t about to tear his gaze away from Tonks, who was standing nearly naked before him, smiling wickedly. She was so close he could smell her perfume and feel the heat of her body, but not close enough to touch. She took his face in his hands and kissed him, and she tasted of Firewhiskey and smoke, and possibly of Bill, which turned Harry on more than he’d ever thought possible.

“Mmm, lovely,” she said as she pulled away, running her fingers through his hair as she did. “I always knew you were going to grow up gorgeous.”

Harry found his cheeks were burning again. He’d have thought he was beyond embarrassment at this point, but apparently a compliment could still do it. “Now, what are we going to do with you, then, Harry?”

“Touch me,” he whispered, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. “Please.”

“Hmm,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Not yet, I think. Haven’t quite teased you enough, have I?”

Harry swore under his breath, but then she turned around and began swaying her hips, sliding her knickers down slowly, bending over as she did. Harry nearly swallowed his tongue, straining against the ropes at his hands, desperate to reach out and touch her arse, which was about a million times better than Ron could have possibly imagined. “Shall I lose the boots, then?”

“No,” Harry growled, and found that his answer was echoed by Bill, who was watching them intently, surrounded by a haze of smoke.

Tonks laughed under her breath and turned toward Harry, climbing onto his lap. She began moving again, in a similar rhythm as before, moving her body in slow circles that brought her breasts almost to his face and back again, so close he could almost taste, then far away. One of her knees rested on the chair between his legs, the other, she had trouble finding a resting place for, so she grabbed hold of his shoulders and braced herself on the floor with one leg.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed as he felt moisture at the top of his thigh every time she moved over it. Then one of her breasts brushed against his cheek, and he turned toward it, darting out his tongue and just missing it.

The next time she came around, he managed to taste the tip of her nipple. By the third pass, he managed to draw it between his lips, though he was pretty sure that she was letting him, given the way she moaned as he did it. He was dying to get his hands on her arse and hold her there, especially once she started grinding down on his thigh properly, making his skin slick with her juices.

“I think she’s enjoying herself a bit, don’t you, Harry?” Bill asked, drawing Harry’s attention away from the tit in his mouth momentarily. When he looked over at the desk, he found that Bill had apparently abandoned the joint and now had his cock in his hand.

“Jesus,” Harry muttered.

Tonks turned in Harry’s lap. “Don’t recall giving you permission to do that yet, Weasley.”

Bill grinned. “So come over here and stop me, then.”

“I’m busy,” Tonks retorted.

“Then I’ll carry on, shall I?”

“Prat.”

Harry was beginning to feel like he was hanging around with Ron and Hermione all over again, but then Tonks refocused on him, pressing her breasts fully into his face and pretty much clearing his head of everything but how she tasted and smelled and felt against his skin. He hadn’t quite forgotten Bill was there, though, not even when she slid down his body and sank to her knees, drawing a line with her tongue from the tip to the base of his cock. Harry’s ears were roaring and his heart was pounding, but he couldn’t miss the sounds of Bill’s grunts as his hand gripped his cock, at the squelching sound of lubricated skin sliding against skin. It was echoed in the sounds that Tonks’ lips and tongue made as the moved over his cock, sucking on the head, licking up and down the length, and then finally taking him all the way in, almost to the back of her throat.

Bill was watching them voraciously, his eyes moving from the bare arse that Tonks was wiggling in his direction as she moved and over to Harry’s groin, where Tonks’ head was bobbing up and down obscenely. Harry couldn’t seem to look away, and when Bill’s eyes met his directly, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. “Stop,” he pleaded. “I’m gonna-”

Tonks pulled away abruptly. Harry wanted to weep at the loss of her amazing mouth. “Can’t have that, can we?” she said, licking her lips. She got to her feet, kissing him as she did, letting him taste himself. His cock twitched toward her, still wet with her saliva and uncomfortably cool, especially when hit by the canned air coming from the vent over Kingsley’s office.

“So, you wanna help me hold him down?” she whispered in his ear.

“Huh?” Harry’s head was still not quite functioning, but the idea of him holding Bill Weasley down in his present condition seemed a bit ludicrous. And strangely hot.

She turned to face Bill again. “You’ve been rather naughty, haven’t you?”

“Me?” he grinned. “Never.” As if in emphasis, he stroked his cock one last time, with a decided flourish.

“So,” he looked up at her, grinning lazily. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Over the desk ,Weasley,” she ordered, in the very same tone she used to scare the piss out of suspects, if Harry’s memory served.

Bill’s grin widened and he hopped to his feet, only to turn toward the desk, leaning over it and bracing himself with his hands. Tonks moved behind him and finished undoing his trousers and pants, dropping them to the floor (though she held fast to his belt). Bill kicked his clothes aside with no apparent self-consciousness.

“Nice," she said approvingly, standing back to admire Bill's arse. She turned to Harry. “What do you think?”

“Um...er-” Harry’s cheeks were really flaming now. “I-”

“Hold his hands, will you, love?” she asked, gesturing him over with a nod of her head.

“But-” Harry tugged at the bindings on his wrist and discovered to his astonishment that they fell away easily, having been apparently loosened by Tonks (mid-blow job, he wondered?).

He’d been sitting in the same position for so long that when he rose to his feet and swung his arms in front of him, the rush of blood circulating through his body again nearly made him dizzy, and his limbs prickled painfully. At least his shirt fell and covered him up a bit, he thought, though at this point he should have been well beyond modesty.

He was embarrassed, though, and a bit nervous as he approached Bill, who leaned further over the desk, stretching out his long arms until he could grip the other edge. He probably didn’t really need anyone to hold him down, Harry thought--how hard could she possibly be hitting him? Biting his lip, he reached out to grab hold of Bill’s wrists, looking anywhere but at Bill’s eyes.

The noise of the first blow seriously startled him. She wasn’t holding back, apparently, and he couldn’t help but look at Bill to see how he’d reacted. He expected outrage, or a wince, perhaps, but Bill was grinning, looking straight at Harry, looking as though he couldn’t wait for the next one. He didn’t, in fact, have long to wait, and Harry got to watch his expression as the blow connected. He caught the flash of immediate pain in Bill’s eyes and then the pleasure as it spread over his face. With each successive strike of his own belt, Bill’s grin widened. Of course, the pain must have been getting worse the longer it went on, and the hisses Bill made at first turned to grunts of pain. By the final one, he was shaking and red-faced, and Harry was inexplicably aroused. (Not that he was in any hurry to have Tonks give him the same treatment, thank you very much.)

And then Bill moaned, and Harry noticed that Tonks had set aside the belt, and she was caressing Bill’s arse instead of punishing it. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” Tonks murmured. Bill whimpered “Was it hot, Harry?”

“Er-” Harry wasn’t quite sure what to say, especially when Bill released himself from Harry’s grip and got to his feet. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Bill’s impressive erection; apparently he’d really enjoyed himself, given the amount of fluid already leaking from the top. He was reaching out to grab Tonks by the hips, and Harry wondered if he planned to return the favor.

“Oh, no, you don’t, love, you’re not done yet,” she said to Bill, reaching down to stroke his cock, spreading the wetness around until it glistened. “You’re just dying to fuck me, aren’t you? I know how much having a bright red arse turns you on.”

In answer, Bill kissed her, hard, nipping at her lip as he pulled away. “Oh your back, woman.”

“Of course,” she said, hopping up on the table. “But you don’t get to fuck me until Harry does. Now put that gorgeous mouth of yours to work getting me nice and wet for him.”

Bill grinned as Tonks lay back on the desk, opening her legs in a clear invitation. She looked up and winked at Harry as Bill leaned forward to plant his face between her legs.

Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from them. He didn’t want to miss a thing; the obscene words coming from Tonks’s mouth, the obscene sounds that Bill’s mouth was making against her cunt, the way that she was pinching her own nipple and squeezing Bill’s head between her thighs as she draped her legs over his shoulders. He wanted to make Tonks come, for once. He wanted to know what she felt like inside, how she tasted.

He was so busy eyeing her cunt hungrily that he hardly remembered to look at her face, except once, to hopefully catch her expression as she came. When he did, he noticed that she was watching him intently, apparently thoroughly enjoying the fact that he was watching her.

And then she reached out to grab hold of his cock, stroking him--awkwardly because of the angle-but it was enough to start the blood roaring in his ears again. She circled the tip with her index finger, then let go and sucked the same finger between her lips. Harry swore under his breath.

“Do you want to fuck me, Harry Potter?”

“God, yeah,” Harry breathed. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more.

Bill lifted his head and grinned at both of them, his face slick with her juices. He was naked now, apparently having dropped his shirt while Harry was preoccupied. As he stood and walked around the desk, he traced his fingertips over Tonks’s body, making her shiver. He smacked Harry on the arse, startling him. “She’s all ready for you, mate.”

Was he really going to do this? Harry thought. Hell yes, he was. He didn’t think he’d ever moved faster, and he was on the other side of the desk and standing between Tonks’ legs before she could change her mind. “Lose the shirt, love. Let‘s see those lovely abs of yours,” she said, and once he’d obeyed, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry could feel her boots digging uncomfortably against his arse, but he also felt the slickness of her cunt against his cock, and he didn’t think he’d ever felt anything as brilliant. He let his cock slide against her wet flesh for a bit, and she moaned and tightened her legs when he hit a spot she liked.

Bill was now standing very close to her face, and he reached down to toy with one of her nipples as Harry finally slid inside her, wanting to weep at the sensations.

God, she was hot. Hot and wet and fucking brilliant as she tightened her legs and drew him further in, arching her back as Bill twisted her nipple. She turned her head toward Bill’s cock and licked the tip like a lolly, causing it to twitch toward her mouth.

Harry had her hips in his grip, and he was fucking her hard now, feeling himself approaching the precipice faster than he’d thought possible, pushing her toward the edge of the desk. She licked her palm and grabbed hold of Bill’s cock, stroking him and reaching out to taste him with the tip of her tongue even as her body gripped Harry’s cock tighter. Harry felt her begin to come even before he heard her; the walls of her cunt squeezed around him and her body shuddered beneath him.

He didn’t know how much more he could stand, and when he saw Bill begin to convulse, saw thick spurts of come spatter over Tonks’ face, neck and chest, (and yes, even Minister Shacklebolt’s papers) he fell over the edge himself, shouting to the top of the vaulted ceiling as he emptied himself into her wet heat.

When he pulled out of her, he wasn’t quite sure how his legs were going to hold him up. It took a minute for the red haze to clear his eyes.

Tonks, still spread out on the desk, chuckled and groaned. “I’m a fucking mess,” she said. “On both ends.”

Harry began looking for his wand to clean her up, but his head was still a bit befuddled. It occurred to him that she was the one who’d actually taught him the cleaning charm--not that he ever could have imagined at that moment that he’d be using it to clean up his own spunk from her body. (Not to mention his best friend’s brother’s.) God, this was weird.

Tonks must have seen something on his face that showed his embarrassment, and she sat up, taking his face between her hands. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that? I’ve wanted to do that for years.”

Harry coughed, even more embarrassed, but feeling decidedly better.

“Besides,” Bill said, moving behind Harry and wrapping his arms around both of them. “We never even got around to the blindfold. And poor Harry here never did get spanked.”

“Next time, love. Maybe we’ll use the old Courtroom Ten. I'll sneak a paddle in.”

Suddenly, Harry found himself looking forward to the annual New Years Eve Ball. These Ministry functions weren’t all that bad, he thought. You just had to hang out with the right people.