Title: Teacher, Teacher
Author: ragdoll
Characters: Hermione Granger/Nymphadora Tonks/Bill Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Threesome, dub-con, rimming, light verbal humiliation, dirty talk, spanking, male Dom/femme sub, chan (Hermione is nearly 16), voyeurism, angry!sex, oral sex/cunnilingus, femmeslash
Themes/kinks chosen: Bisexuality
Word Count: ~6900
Summary: When Hermione goes to hide in a spare bedroom at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, she gets a lot more than she bargained for.
Author's notes: I've been promising inell that I'd write Bill/Hermione for ages so I'm happy finally got the opportunity to do it. Of course, Tonks then insisted on being involved. This is probably the porniest/most PWP thing I've written. Eeep! Thanks to everyone who kept me going on this, and to the divine kabal42 for the betaing.



Hermione Granger was in a state. She couldn't help it. Once again, Ron Weasley had managed to infuriate her, frustrating her to the point of running off to a spare bedroom in Number 12, Grimmauld Place to avoid seeing his smug face or hearing him accuse her of not understanding his point of view. If anyone had not understood, it was Ron. He'd wanted to send Pigwidgeon off to contact Harry, to let him know everything they were up to. Ron believed Harry ought to be told details about what they were involved with—, including the Order of the Phoenix—, despite Dumbledore's commands not to any such thing. Of course Hermione knew Harry would be cross with them for not telling him, of course she felt horribly guilty about keeping him out of the loop, but it was for his own good. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

"Stupid git," she muttered under her breath, slamming the door behind her. The untouched room was dark and warm and somewhat dusty; Molly Weasley hadn't got her hands on it yet. Which was just as well since Hermione wanted to be alone with her copy of Hogwarts: A History. She'd have preferred to start her Fifth Year reading in advance of the coming school term, but so far, the book lists had not arrived from Hogwarts, so another reading of Bathilda Bagshot's tome would have to do for now.

Curling up on a dusty cushion, Hermione had lost herself in the story of the four Founders; even though she'd read it numerous times before, it never seemed to lose its appeal. She did her best to forget about Ron, Harry and her surroundings in general. To her chagrin, the sound of a pair of angry voices growing ever louder interrupted her, breaking her out of her reverie. At first she thought it was Ron himself, then realised the voice was somewhat lower in pitch. The other voice was definitely female.

"When the fuck were you going to tell me about that French tart?" the woman demanded. "Or were you just going to keep on stringing me along?"

"I wasn't 'stringing you along'," the man insisted. "I didn't know I had to check in with you every time I go out on a date with another woman, Dora…stop being such a jealous bitch."

"Why's it everyone else in the world knew about the pair of you then? Everyone but me, that is."

"Because I knew exactly how you'd react when you found out…"

The realisation of just who was rowing finally struck Hermione: Bill and Tonks, although she was surprised by what they were arguing about. She hadn't known they were anything more than friends. Then again, that seemed to be part of what was bothering Tonks.

When she heard the sound of the doorknob jiggling, Hermione grabbed up her book, looking for the nearest place to hide. For some reason, it seemed wrong to be eavesdropping on them even though by all rights, she had been here first. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour, she ducked inside the large wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room, hoping the couple wouldn't take too long in finishing up their fight.

She left the wardrobe door open a crack and settled on the grimy floor, brushing away cobwebs and drawing her knees up to her chest, praying that nothing nasty had infested her surroundings.

The door was flung open, Tonks storming into the room, Bill dogging at her heels. He glanced down the corridor as if to check to make sure they weren't being overheard, then locked the door behind them.

"I don't know what you're so bloody upset about," Bill said, throwing up his hands in frustration. "It's not as if there's anything serious between me and Fleur. She's just a bit of fun, that's all. You needn't be so fucking jealous, Dora."

Tonks turned her back on him, arms crossed over her chest, her jaw set stubbornly. "Just a bit of fun – which is why you neglected to tell me a bloody thing about it. I had to hear it from Fred and George? Blimey, even your mother knew…"

"Well, I knew you'd be upset…" Hermione watched as Bill put his hands on Tonks's shoulders, Tonks shrugging them off angrily.

"So you bloody well lied to me instead?"

"I didn't lie!" Bill exclaimed, his gaze flickering towards the door, then lowering his voice considerably. "I just didn't rush to tell you because I knew how you'd react if I did! And considering the way you're carrying on now, I was bloody well right."

"So much for Gryffindor bravery," Tonks scoffed. Hermione thought she heard the other girl sniffle. "I wouldn't be so damned hacked off if you'd just told me about it in the first place, mate."

"So, I'm just imagining this little wobbler, am I?" Bill asked, dryly.

"I'm not throwing a wobbler!" Tonks blurted, then whirled around to smack Bill soundly on the chest. "I wouldn't be angry at all if you weren't behaving like a complete and utter twat!" She struck him again and again until Bill finally grabbed her by the wrists, holding her fast as she cursed and spat at him.

Bill pulled Tonks close, crushing his lips against hers and kissing her quite passionately, causing Hermione to bite her lip, stifling a gasp. Tonks continued to struggle in Bill's grip, although it was obvious to Hermione that the other witch wasn't exactly protesting, and that despite Bill's hold on her, she could've easily gotten away if she'd truly wanted to. If anything, it looked as though Tonks was enjoying Bill's attention judging by the way she was kissing him back.

Hermione wondered what it would be like to kiss and be kissed like that. Currently, her only real experience in that area were with Viktor Krum while he'd attended Hogwarts the previous year. While snogging Viktor had been very nice, it had hardly mustered the kind of ardour in her that Bill and Tonks seemed to be experiencing right now. She certainly wished it had. Tonks's cheeks were flushed, occasional moans escaping her lips, while Bill seemed intent on devouring her, his breathing ragged and heavy.

Hermione continued to watch in rapt fascination as Bill's free hand roamed over Tonks's body, finally covering her breast and kneading it enthusiastically. Eyes fixed on the pair, Hermione absently cupped her own breast, unconsciously mimicking movement of Bill's fingers with her own. Viktor had touched her there but he'd been awkward and surprisingly shy about doing it. Bill, however, didn't seem to have that sort of problem at all. His lips moved over Tonks's pale skin as he peppered her with kisses, going down her neck to her chest, finally biting at her breasts through the light fabric of her tee-shirt. Tonks let out a throaty moan and writhed against him shamelessly. The sound was unlike anything Hermione had heard before: it was wanton, feral and thoroughly arousing.

Hitching up the skirt of her thin sundress, Hermione let the fabric bunch around her hips, and rubbed the crotch of her now damp knickers. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound, not wanting to interrupt the scene unfolding before her. Tonks had her face buried in the crook of Bill's neck, but Hermione could still hear her whimpering and moaning in approval. Bill let go of Tonks in order to strip her shirt off, yanking it over her head impatiently before returning his attention to her bra-covered breasts. Tonks responded by grabbing at his arse and his crotch with her now-freed hands. She touched him gently, eliciting a guttural groan from Bill.

Hermione wriggled in place, squeezing her thighs together, a dull throbbing building up between her legs.

"Is that what you want?" Bill asked, raising his head up, his voice rough with need. "Tell me, naughty girl. Do you want me to fuck you? Should I have you right here and now?"

"I—" Tonks started. At the moment, Hermione's copy of Hogwarts: A History slipped off her lap, landing on the bottom of the wardrobe with a loud thud.

Terrified, Hermione held her breath, praying the couple hadn't heard the sound. She wasn't that lucky. They broke apart, clearly startled by the intrusion.

"Who's there?" Bill asked, pulling out his wand. "Where are you?"

"It came from there," Tonks replied, pointing her own wand in the direction of the wardrobe. "It's probably that bloody house elf…come out! Show yourself!"

Hermione's mouth was dry, her palms now damp and she found herself paralyzed with fear. She opened her mouth to reply but barely managed a croak.

"I said come out of there!" Tonks ordered.

Bill stalked towards the wardrobe in annoyance, flinging the door open to reveal the small figure crouched inside. Hermione could feel her cheeks burning as he stared at her in surprise. "Hermione? What the hell…?"

"I-I—" she stammered.

"Hermione, did you…" Tonks started, then came to Bill's side, looming over the younger girl. "How long have you been here?"

"The…the whole time!" Hermione blurted, although it came out in a high pitched squeak. "I didn't mean to see what you were doing!"

Bill reached down, wrapped a hand around her arm and yanked her out of the wardrobe, helping her to her feet. "But, you were watching, weren’t you?"

Hermione glanced over at Tonks helplessly, then back at Bill, her gaze flickering down as she became too embarrassed to keep eye contact. "Y-yes. But…but…"

"And did you like what you saw?"

His question took her by surprise. She fussed with her skirt, trying to smooth down the rumpled fabric as if to wipe away the guilt she was certain was written all over her face. "I—p-please, I'm sorry…"

Bill put one finger under her chin, tilting her face up towards his, forcing her to look up at him now. His blue eyes were glittering with mischief, a slight smirk forming on his lips. "Come on, now. Tell me the truth, Hermione. You liked it, didn't you?"

Silently, Hermione nodded, cheeks blazing.

"You're a very naughty girl, you know," Bill said silkily.

"Bill…" Tonks broke in, nervously. "You shouldn't—"

"Now, now, Dora, don't worry. No need to be jealous. You'll get your turn," he assured her. "Assuming you still want it, love."

"I'm not jealous," Tonks blurted. "But, she's a kid and I don't think—"

"I don't see a kid here," Bill countered, sliding his hand down from Hermione's chin to her throat, then her heaving chest, finally stopping at her breasts. His fingers curved around the right one, caressing softly, teasing at the nipple through her dress. "I see a very lovely young woman. One who is too curious for her own good. Curiosity killed that kneazle, you know, Hermione."

"P-please...." Hermione closed her eyes, her legs trembling, knees threatening to buckle underneath her. Bill's touch was definitely nothing like Viktor's, and she could feel her nipples stiffening beneath his fingertips, causing her cheeks to continue to burn in shame. She gasped softly.

"Take off your dress," Bill whispered, tightening his fingers ever so slightly. "I want to see that lovely body of yours."

Hermione's eyes snapped open, and she opened her mouth in an attempt to protest, but somehow, the words wouldn't come. Bill was looking at her as if was she was a particularly succulent morsel, while Tonks's expression was unfathomable. Hermione stole a glance at the other witch, not wanting to cause any sort of problem between the two. To Hermione's relief, Tonks gave her a stiff little nod, then wrapped her arm possessively around Bill's waist as if to assert her claim over him.

"I said take off your dress, Hermione," Bill repeated, idly rubbing Tonks's arm in assurance. "I won't tell you a second time."

"I-I'm so sorry," she managed, her voice squeaking again.

Bill raised an eyebrow. "You will be if you don't do as I say." His voice was like steel wrapped in velvet, and it made Hermione squirm, her knickers suddenly feeling a lot damper than before. She wasn't exactly certain what fate would befall her if she didn't follow Bill's instructions, but somehow, she was terrified to find out.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her pulse racing as she gripped the edges of her skirt and pulled her dress up over her head, revealing her slim body clad in just her knickers and bra. As she put the dress down neatly on a dusty chair, Hermione was keenly aware of how flat and boyish her figure was compared to Tonks's, her breasts smaller, her hips narrower. Had Tonks's breasts always been that size, or had she enhanced them for Bill?

Bill let out a growl of approval at the sight. "Good girl. Now turn around for me. Slowly. I want to get a good look at all of you."

Hermione complied, although her movements were awkward and unsteady. She felt light-headed and giddy, forcing down the urge to giggle. For some reason, she suspected that wouldn't sit well with Bill in the least. As she turned to face him again, her eyes met Tonks's briefly. Tonks was watching her nearly as hungrily as Bill was, licking her lips in anticipation. She stood in front of the pair, eyes down demurely, unsure of what to do or say.

"Come here," Bill said, crooking his finger. As if under an Imperius, Hermione stepped forward, not flinching as Bill put his arms around her and pulled her into a heady kiss. No one had ever kissed Hermione like this before, not even the well-meaning Viktor. He had been tentative and reserved, as if afraid she might break under the force of his lips. Bill had no such compunctions. His kisses were hard and intense, his tongue forcing its way between her lips to tangle with her own. A moan escaped her throat as she began to kiss back, hoping she wasn't disappointing Bill with her lack of experience. As he moulded himself against her, cupping her arse with one hand, she could feel the curve of his erection pressing against her bare belly. Perhaps he wasn't that disappointed with her after all.

Bill broke away, breathing hard, a crafty gleam in his eye. "Much better. Now you've got to give Dora a turn, before she explodes with envy."

"I'm not—" Tonks protested.

"Don't even try to argue, love. Just do as you're told," Bill said sternly, then gave her a firm slap on the bottom before pushing her towards Hermione.

Tonks pursed her lips, clearly considering the situation before she did as he asked. She placed her hands on both sides of Hermione's head, then drew her into a light embrace. Hermione had never kissed another woman before. Lavender and Parvati liked to practise kissing with each other, and had even offered her lessons on more than one occasion, but Hermione hadn't ever taken them up on their invitations. She had, however, watched them with keen interest, so she had some theoretical idea of what it would be like. However, kissing Tonks exceeded all expectations; her lips were softer and fuller than Bill's, her touch lighter as she brushed her mouth over Hermione's gently.

"That's it," Bill murmured in approval.

Hermione looped her arms around Tonks's neck, returning Tonks's kisses with a mixture of excitement, fear and curiosity. To her relief, Tonks seemed to relax, the level of her responses growing from perfunctory to passionate, pulling Hermione in closer to her. They were of a height, Tonks's breasts and hips flush with Hermione's own. As they kissed, Hermione felt rather than saw Bill move behind her, his hands pushing aside the mass of her curly hair, baring her neck, then leaned down to nuzzle at the nape of her neck. He pressed forward, trapping Hermione between his body and Tonks's, grinding his pelvis boldly against her bottom. Hermione moaned against Tonks's mouth, not protesting as she felt the tip of Tonks's tongue dart into her mouth, probing lightly.

Bill's hands were roaming over her bare skin: over the mounds of her breasts, across the flat expanse of her belly, over the curve of her hips, and then down between her thighs. Hermione whimpered as he pressed his palm against her crotch. He chuckled with delight as he came in contact with the sodden material of her knickers, stroking her softly, then withdrew his hand to caress her back again, this time undoing the catch of her bra, sliding the straps down her arms with expertise. Tonks was touching her breasts, squeezing, kneading, her fingers moving in feather-light arcs as Bill worked his hands under the waistband of Hermione's knickers, peeling them down over her hips until she was completely naked.

"Come on, give us another look," Bill ordered, pushing her away from him lightly.

Blushing furiously, Hermione stepped away. She was unsure of what to do with her hands, first trying to modestly cover her bare breasts, then noting Bill's disapproval, dropped them limply at her side. Hermione turned, giving them a good view of her back and arse, trying desperately to muster up some modicum of grace. She could feel their eyes upon her, Bill smug with admiration, Tonks taking in every detail as if she were trying to detect some flaw.

Bill was smirking as she turned back to face him. "Very nice, pet. You're learning. Are you certain you've never done this before?" He held out his hand to her, tugging her gently as her small fingers closed around his much larger ones. Leading her to a ladder-backed chair, he seated himself before drawing her down onto his lap, forcing her straddle his lap. Hermione blushed further as he pushed her thighs even farther apart, spreading her open before him, his eyes lingering on her crotch. "Mmm. Good girl."

Tonks moved behind Bill, pressing her lips to the crown of his head, her arms around his neck. She leaned in, nibbling at Bill's neck as she unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off, her hands skimming his chest, tweaking and teasing at his nipples. Bill seemed to like that, his breathing growing erratic once more. He closed his eyes, his head lolling back for a minute, reminding Hermione of Crookshanks when she scratched him under the chin just so. She tried not to stare; it wasn't as if she hadn't seen Bill shirtless before. He and Charlie had hardly been modest when they'd been at the Burrow last year, or on their camping trip at the Quidditch World Cup, wandering around half-dressed whenever they could get away with it, knowing how good looking they both were, and how much eligible young witches (and probably a few wizards) found them attractive. But she'd never been this up close and personal with his naked torso before. Bill was no weedy school boy — his chest was well-toned, muscular without being overly buff, covered in a fine wash of ginger hair and a spattering of freckles, his flat brown nipples already erect with arousal.

"He's lovely, isn't he?" Tonks said with a cheeky grin, then returned to licking around the curve of Bill's ear.

Hermione could only nod dumbly, feeling a familiar gush of warmth between her legs.

Bill cracked open one eye, then reached out to cup Hermione's breast. His movements mirrored Tonks's as he tugged and toyed with Hermione's nipples, his work-calloused fingers rough against her hardened flesh. She whimpered, partly out of fear, partly out of excitement, and wriggled in his lap as the dull throb between her legs began to grow stronger.

"I think she likes it," Bill said with a throaty laugh. With his free hand, he began to brush along Hermione's inner thighs, drawing intricate patterns with his fingertips, moving closer and closer to the centre of Hermione's arousal. Tonks continued to lavish attention on Bill, nipping at his neck, sucking on his earlobe, touching every inch of bared skin she could find. Hermione could feel Bill's erection as it strained against his flies, pressing up against her bare bottom. She gasped as he began to fondle her breasts again, then lowered his head, licking his way up the underside of each breast before his lips closed around one nipple. As his tongue flickering against it lightly, her hips twitched of their own volition, causing her to writhe against Bill's crotch. He laughed against her skin, continuing to suckle at her sensitive flesh, moving from one side to the other, then back again as Tonks covered his shoulders and neck with fervent kisses.

The sensation of Bill's hot mouth against her skin was turning Hermione's legs to jelly, sending shivers up her spine. Tonks's hands skimmed Bill's chest to his belly to unfasten his jeans, tugging at the zip until it opened. Hermione could feel Tonks fumbling with the waistband, then something warm and wet brushed against her bare stomach as Tonks freed Bill's penis from its confines and wrapped her fingers around the hilt. Bill groaned, pumping up into her hand, then pulled away from Hermione's breast, a mischievous gleam in his eye. Without a word, he placed his hands on her waist, then slid her back along the length of his jean-clad legs. "C'mon, Hermione, get up... good girl.."

Confused, she struggled to her feet. "Did I—did I do something wrong?"

The corner of Bill's mouth quirked up into a smile. "Oh, not at all, pet." He rose from the chair to his full height, towering over both women. His rampant penis — no, his cock, Hermione thought, feeling slightly wicked— bobbed against his stomach, the tip glistening with a droplet of clear fluid. She'd never seen a naked cock before, only pictures in books. It was thick and long, rooted in coarse red hair which tufted out from his open flies. Bill stole a glance towards Tonks, then back at Hermione. "Over the chair. Now."

"But—" Hermione started to protest.

Bill laid a finger against her lips. "Now, now, do as you're told."

Trusting that Bill wouldn't actually do anything to harm her, especially in the middle of the afternoon in a house full of friends let alone with Tonks in the room, Hermione complied, although her legs were shaking, her heart thudding in her chest. She lay across the seat of the creaky old chair, her hair falling down over her eyes. Bill leaned over, arranging her limbs to his liking, moving her arm here, her leg there. She could feel the heat radiating off his body as he crouched behind her, his hands stroking down her bare back and hips, then spreading her thighs further apart. Hermione had never felt so exposed or so vulnerable in her entire life.

"That's more like it. Look at that, Tonks. Isn't she lovely?" Bill's fingers ghosted up her thighs, then dipped between the lips of her pussy, tracing the edges of her labia before moving upward. His hands were on her arse, spreading her cheeks wide as his mouth came into contact with her skin, licking and nibbling at her soft flesh. His tongue was rough and warm as it swirled against her arse cheeks, then unbelievably, between them, the tip teasing against the puckered rosebud of her bunghole. Hermione's toes began to curl as she let out a loud moan, twisting in his grip. She cried even louder as he pushed his tongue in, penetrating her.

Tonks moved in front of Hermione, dropping down on her knees to meet her face to face. "It's alright, Hermione. He's not going to hurt you," she said softly. She tangled her fingers in Hermione's curls, drawing in close and kissing her full on the mouth as Bill licked her from behind. Hermione wriggled and whimpered against Tonks's lips. Abruptly, Bill withdrew and she heard the rustle of clothes being removed before she felt the hard, warm weight of his cock against her skin, sliding along the cleft of her arse.

Tensing, Hermione pulled away from Tonks, looking at the other woman fearfully. "Please, I don't want him to—"

"Shhhh," Bill replied, leaning forward, his hands gripping her hips, keeping her in place. "Tonks is right. I'm not going to hurt you, pet. Just want to make you feel good."

"But—"

"Bill, I think you're scaring her," Tonks said. "I told you, she's only a kid."

"And I told you I don't see a kid. I see a beautiful young woman who certainly knows what she wants." Bill rested his weight against Hermione's back, pressing his lips along the length of her spine. He shifted, rubbing his cock, hard and throbbing, against her arse, groaning at the sensation. "How old are you, Hermione?" He thrust forward again, his hips hard against her arse, the head of his cock leaving a wet trail along her back.

"N-nearly sixteen," she stammered.

"Nearly sixteen," he echoed. "See, not a kid at all." He let his fingers stray over her stomach then through the mass of wet curls on her mons to her clit, beginning to draw slow, deliberate circles around the aching nubbin. One of his long fingers slipped inside of her, making her cry out as Bill thrust it in and out, then added a second. He twisted and scissoring them, causing Hermione to tighten around his hand.

She bit her lip, and drew in a long ragged breath. "P-please..."

"Sweet sixteen," Bill continued, his voice low and hypnotic. "So sweet, so innocent and yet...you want it so badly, don't you? I remember when Tonks was sixteen. She was a randy little minx, practically begged me to shag her. Is that what you want, Hermione? Tell me the truth."

"I-I don't know." She couldn't stop herself from reacting to his touch, her hips undulating in time to the rhythm of his fingers.

"Has anyone ever shagged you?"

"N-no," Hermione stammered.

"Hmmm," he considered, then thrust his hand in again for emphasis. "I don't think you're quite ready yet. Even though I would desperately love to take you nice and hard. First that sweet little pussy of yours and then," he hissed as he stroked himself against her bum again, his fingers still working her clit, "that tight little arse."

That thought made her mewl in protest. "Please, don't…"

"Well," he chuckled, "if you're a very good girl, then perhaps I'll use my cock on you at Christmas." Hermione whimpered as he drew back just a little, then slid his cock down to rest between her damp thighs, letting her feel his heat, his length against her belly. "Do you know how difficult it is not to do that right now?"

"I-I'm sorry," Hermione blurted, unsure of why she was apologising.

"Well, you'll just have to find a way to make it up to me, won't you?" Bill replied silkily.

Tonks, who had been watching the proceedings intently, finally spoke up. "Oi, are you going to frot her all bloody afternoon, or do I get a go too?" she asked, although her tone was teasing rather than angry now.

Bill laughed. "See, Hermione, I told you she's a randy bitch. Tonks lives for cock. Don't you, love?"

The older girl snorted. "Only yours, Bill."

"Show me how much you want me, then," he ordered. "Strip off for me. Let Hermione see how to do it properly."

Hermione watched as Tonks stood, then began to pull off her remaining clothing in a surprisingly graceful manner. She unbuttoned her jeans, shimmying them down her legs, hips swaying to the rhythm of a unheard song. then turned around, shaking her shapely arse in Bill's direction. The catch of her bra was undone, straps sliding down her pale arms, then Tonks turned again, dropping the lacy garment at her feet, revealing her pale, round breasts, the nipples hard and a deep shade of red. Hermione found herself wondering what they would feel like in her mouth if she sucked on them the way Bill had sucked on her own.

Finally, Tonks hooked her fingers under the edges of her hip-skimming knickers, peeling them down in a teasing manner. Hermione was surprised to see that the juncture of Tonks's thighs was as bare and smooth as a young girl's, save for a single narrow strip of vivid violet. She knew from overhearing Lavender's conversations with Parvati that some men preferred girls like that, but others preferred a more natural look. Had it mattered to Bill that there was a difference between herself and Tonks down there?

Whatever the answer truly was, Bill seemed to be enjoying what he was seeing now. He left off playing with Hermione to watch Tonks intently as she continued to dance for him, breasts bouncing, arms waving. Bill beckoned Tonks over to him. "C'mere, you silly slapper."

Tonks stuck her tongue out at him, twirling just out of his reach.

"Tonks..." Bill growled. "I'm warning you—"

The pink-haired witch just laughed, and continued her lascivious dancing.

"Nymphadora, I'm giving you one last chance, and then you're going to be in trouble." The sound of Bill's voice sent a shiver up Hermione's spine, and she could feel herself getting wetter. She couldn't imagine what he would do to Tonks if she didn't listen to him, but was intently curious as to what the other witch's punishment would be. Would he really do something to her if she didn't behave?

Bill rose to his feet, then grabbed Tonks by the arm, stopping her in her tracks. As she struggled in his grip, Bill raised his hand, then smacked her firmly on the bottom. "I told you to do as I said," he said harshly in her ear.

"Well, I didn't want—" Tonks's protests were cut off as Bill kissed her hard on the mouth, shoving his tongue between her parted lips. Hermione watched as he ground himself against Tonks's bare belly, his fingers fisted in her short, spiky hair. Tonks moaned against his lips, doing little to stop him now. Finally, he pulled away, still gripping her tightly.

"I don't care what you want. Now get down on all fours and keep your gob shut." He shoved Tonks down, his eyes fixed on her as she fell to the floor, leaning forward to support herself with her hands flat on the ground. Bill turned his attention to Hermione, the corner of his mouth pulling up into another smirk, causing her to melt. "Hermione, sit up and spread your legs. I reckon it's Dora's turn to make you feel good."

As Hermione scrabbled to do what Bill said, Tonks whimpered, although she kept her lips closed. Bill's hands were on Tonks's arse, stroking and squeezing it roughly as Hermione settled down in the chair, letting her legs drape over the sides. Hermione's cheeks were burning again as she opened herself up to Bill and Tonks once more, well aware of the way Bill was eyeing her.

"Good girl, Hermione. Now, Tonks, I want you to lick her. Use that filthy little mouth of yours on her until she comes." Bill spanked Tonks again, the force so hard it knocked her forward. "If you do a good job, I'll see about doing the same for you. Luckily for me, you're not a blushing virgin— so I'm going to shag you rotten." Hermione saw Tonks bite back a gasp before she crawled forward, her head level with Hermione's crotch. "I'm also going to," Bill's hand landed on Tonks's arse again with a loud crack, "spank you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week."

That caused Tonks to let out a whimper.

"I told you to listen to me," he said gruffly. Bill caressed her bottom gently, then shoved her legs apart, positioning himself behind her. "I reckon Hermione's glad she did now."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she imagined herself on her hands and knees in front of Bill like that, his hands all over her bum, and wondering what it would feel like to get spanked like a naughty child. It was too much to take in. As much as she was afraid of having sexual intercourse with him now, she couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to have his cock inside her the way his fingers had been earlier, thrusting, pushing, filling her to the core. She squirmed in her seat, her head spinning, feeling as though she might pass out from the excitement.

Meanwhile, Tonks scrabbled towards her, starting to kiss and caress her way up Hermione's bare legs, her hands soft and gentle compared to Bill's earlier. Tonks's tongue felt very different than Bill's too as she licked in delicate circles up Hermione's thighs before reaching her cunt, then began to lap against Hermione's swollen vulva and lips. Her breath was hot and moist against the sensitive flesh., making Hermione moan and grip the edges of her seat cushion tightly.

Hermione watched as Bill shuffled forward on his knees, first pumping his cock in his broad hands, then sheathing himself inside of Tonks with a loud groan. Tonks cried out, her hips jerking in response. Bill gripped at Tonks's hip with one hand to hold her still, then began to move in a series of slow, shallow strokes, followed by one hard, deep one. Coordinating his movements, Bill used his free hand to spank Tonks, repeating the sequence over and over again. Each time his palm landed on her bum, Tonks would let out a muffled moan, sending intense vibrations against Hermione's skin.

It left Hermione transfixed, her eyes widening at the scene unfolding before her. She had never been the sort to look at dirty magazines or films, not even for 'educational' purposes. So seeing Bill and Tonks making love, hearing the sounds of their moans and cries along with the constant slap of Bill's hand on Tonks's plump buttocks, breathing in their mingled scents, feeling Tonks's face buried between her legs, fingers digging into her thighs, Tonks's lips fused to her clit – all of it was an erotic assault on her senses.

Hermione had, of course, masturbated before, but it had never felt like this when she was on her own. She wiggled and thrashed in the chair, knowing Bill was taking in every little movement and every little sound she made, even as he continued to thrust hard into Tonks, spanking her and riding her... "Oh god...," Hermione cried. "Oh god, I—"

"That's it," Bill panted, locking his eyes on hers. "Come for us, Hermione. Come nice and loud for me."

Tonks increased the pressure of her mouth, her tongue fluttering even faster. Hermione rocked her hips, bouncing in her seat...and then her vision went to black as she felt an unbelievable explosion of pleasure, her entire body wracking with shudders as the orgasm surged through her. She keened and sobbed, gulping for air as wave after ecstatic wave engulfed her, each more intense than the last. She thought she felt Tonks raise her head, resting her cheek against Hermione's thigh. Soft lips and fingertips soothed Hermione back down again as she lay there in the chair, gasping and panting, all but glowing with bliss.

"Good girl," Bill whispered, although whether it was to Tonks or herself, Hermione didn't know.

Lazily, she forced her eyes open, observing Bill and Tonks with hazy detachment. He had stopped spanking Tonks now, leaning forward to kiss down her back and grope at her breasts, eliciting soft sighs and moans from Tonks's lips. Soon Bill's face was screwed up in concentration, his face red with exertion as he continued to thrust into Tonks while she bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, her harsh cries coming in time with Bill's movements. Without thinking, Hermione slipped to the floor, wrapping her arms around Tonks's neck and kissing her, swallowing the other witch's cries of pleasure as she began to climax.

Tonks clutched at Hermione, her fingers tangled in Hermione's mass of curls. She came violently, her body convulsing with hard spasms until finally she relaxed in Hermione's arms.

"My girls are brilliant," Bill groaned, slamming into Tonks so hard that she jolted in Hermione's arms, rocking them both. "Absolutely fucking brilliant..."

Hermione reached over, shyly putting her hand over Bill's, his fingers tightening around hers. "C-come for us," she managed, her voice breaking with embarrassment.

Bill nodded silently, his breathing rough and erratic. "Gonna come, gonna come..." With one last push, he peaked, his hand all but crushing Hermione's, gripping Tonks so intensely that Hermione suspected he'd leave bruises. She watched as he spilled into Tonks, shaking and jerking until finally, he slumped forward, resting his head against Tonks's back. Hermione leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth, causing Bill to smile. He relaxed his hold on Tonks, then struggled back, withdrawing from the pink-haired witch completely. He tugged her back into his embrace, allowing her to lean against him, then indicated that Hermione should do the same.

It was very surreal to be snuggled against Tonks while being held by Bill, one of Bill's arm around each of them as he kissed them both in turn. Hermione sighed contentedly, her body still tingling from head to toe.

"You all right?" Tonks asked, her voice husky. She smoothed back a strand of Hermione's hair, looking at her with concern.

"I think so," she admitted, giving Tonks's hand a squeeze. "You—you're not hurt, are you?" Tonks's arse had been red and swollen from her spanking; there was something exciting about seeing it like that, but Hermione suspected it might hurt too.

"I'm fine.. I know it's a bit...intense, this sort of thing. Especially without any warning." Tonks pursed her lips. "Bill's a bit of a prat when it comes down to it."

"I am here, you know," he retorted, giving Tonks a quick poke in the side, making her squeal. "You're certain you're okay, Hermione?" Hermione was relieved to hear Bill sounding more like the protective older brother she'd known for the past year, more like himself again. "I didn't mean to scare you or actually force you to—"

"I'd say if I wasn't. I promise."

Bill pressed his lips to her temple. "You did very well. But, if you'd asked me to stop at any point, you should know I would have."

Hermione nodded. "I think I knew that."

"It's only me he doesn't listen to," Tonks teased, then tipped her head back to kiss Bill's chin.

"That's what safe words are for, you insatiable wench," said Bill, giving her bottom another swift slap.

Hermione made a mental note to research just what he'd meant by that. "Did you...what you said about Christmas?" she blurted, her face starting to flush. "Did you mean that?"

Snickering, Bill quirked up an eyebrow. "Did you want me to?"

"Perhaps. If it's all right with Tonks, I mean." Hermione could tell there was more to Bill and Tonks than a casual affair and she didn't want to be responsible for causing any trouble between them.

"As long as I'm involved, it's all right with me," Tonks conceded, then kissed Hermione again. "Besides, someone's got to teach you how to please a bloke. Might as well be me."

"As if you'd actually know—oof!" Bill started, cut off as Tonks elbowed him in the ribs.

"He's not always like this, you know. He doesn't even like being in charge all the time. Sometimes," Tonks grinned wickedly, "he fancies being trussed up like a Christmas turkey and being taken advantage of himself, so you ought to start thinking about ways of getting him back for his behaviour today, Hermione." There was a pause. "I know I will."

Hermione felt Bill's cock twitching in arousal against her bum as Tonks spoke. Obviously the other woman knew about these things intimately. Of course, after today, Hermione supposed there was no reason to doubt just how Tonks had learnt Bill's preferences in the bedroom. "I...I rather think I'd like that." She couldn't help but grin back at Tonks.

"Of course, I might like to tie Hermione up and torment her just a little too…or spank that lovely arse of hers," Bill replied with a chuckle, then tweaked Hermione's nipple brazenly. "Do you think you could handle that? You seemed to like watching me do it to Tonks."

"Well—" Hermione blushed, gazing down demurely. "I'd be willing to try it. All of it."

"We'll take it slowly," Bill promised, his hand now lightly caressing her breast.

"I'll make certain he does," Tonks insisted. "Otherwise the pillock will get too carried away and we can't have that."

Bill snorted. "There's the rest of the summer to play…and then, before you know it, it'll be Christmas."

"Mmm. I think this might just be the longest term ever." Hermione snuggled against Bill's chest, letting Tonks continue playing with her hair. She could hardly wait to carry on with these new-found lessons. It would be a new area of study she'd never even considered before, but now that she had the opportunity, she intended to get top marks as soon as she could.