Title: Lessons In Love
Author: misfit_ragdoll
Characters: Ron/Tonks (mentions of Ron/Hermione, hints of Tonks/Weasleys)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: chastity devices (charms), denial of orgasm, adultery of sorts
Kinks chosen: Ron/Tonks, Chastity device
Word Count: 4700
Summary: When Ron gets hit by Hermione's Chastity Charm, he turns to Tonks for some help.
Author's notes: Much thanks to r_grayjoy and katesque without whom this fic would not have been finished. I couldn't have done it without them. And to kabal42 for her down and dirty beta services.



"Ron, will you please sit still?" Tonks looked up from her report and glared over at her partner, Ron Weasley. "You've been fidgeting all bloody afternoon. Have you got doxies in your pants or what?"

Ron's freckled face flushed, his ears growing red. "No. Not doxies," he muttered.

"Well, what is it then? Fred and George put with Bulbadox powder in your laundry? A nasty case of dragon pox?" Tonks scoffed. It was hard enough having to deal with so much paperwork this afternoon, even worse when her partner couldn't sit in his chair and work quietly. "It's as if you've been downing a combination of strong coffees and Invigoration Draughts…if you've got to use the loo, then do it. You're driving me spare."

"I don't have to go to the loo." Ron glanced over to the end of their cubicle as if checking for listeners, then blurted, "Hermionehexedme."

"Pardon?"

"Hermione," he hissed. "Hexed. Me."

"What for? What've you done now??" Tonks asked, throwing down her quill in annoyance. Ron and Hermione seemed to be at each other's throats with regularity. "Y'know, I've never seen a couple more in love less capable of getting on together."

At this point, Ron's face was now crimson all the way to the roots of his ginger hair. "She said I wasn't…that I don't…that I couldn't…"

"Oh, c'mon, Ron, out with it. I haven't got all bloody day."

He lowered his head and then said sotto voce, "Promise you won't tell anyone about this?"

"About what?." She noted Ron's desperate expression and sighed. "All right, yeah, of course. Auror's honour and all that."

"Hermione wasn't happy with the way we were…well, you know." He shifted in embarrassment. "She said I was too selfish and not paying enough attention to her needs. You know, in the bedroom."

"Ah." Tonks nodded sympathetically. "So, what's she done? Anything I can help with?"

"No!" Ron exclaimed, then looked at her thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know. Not really. She…well, you know how she gets when she's angry. She used…she put a…it's some sort of chastity charm on me. Like a device but not. You can't see it but I can feel it. Like a…like a flippin' steel cage around my b-bits. And she said she wouldn't take it off until I've learned to be less selfish and more attentive to her needs. Only, I don't know what she actually wants, do I?"

Tonks stifled the urge to laugh as Ron explained his predicament. It couldn't be comfortable and knowing Hermione's abilities, she'd probably made it even more painful on purpose. "Well, have you asked her about it?" she finally inquired.

"At the moment, she's not speaking to me," Ron replied, pinching the bridge of his long nose as if it hurt to even discuss the problem. "Which makes it even worse – she's not even giving me the chance to sort it out, is she? How can I fix it if she won't let me try?"

Tonks reached out and patted Ron's hand. "D'you want me to talk to her, mate? Maybe she'll see some reason if I put a word in her shell-like."

Ron shook his head in resignation. "She'll only get more hacked off. You know what she's like. Stubborn as a bloody mule."

"So, you're just going to let her get away with it? Not to mention drive me barmy with all your pissing and moaning about it? Blimey, she's got you whipped, mate."

"She has not!" he argued. "She just…"

Tonks rolled her eyes. "Look, we can't talk about it here. Come 'round to my flat tonight and we'll see what we can do. P'raps I can come up with a way to get rid of the damned thing and have done with it. Otherwise you're no use to me – don't see how you can do your job when your mind's completely focused on your todger. Well, not that it isn't any way. I mean you are a bloke."

Ron grimaced, then seemed to swallow the insult in order to get some relief. "A-Alright," he conceded. "You promise you won't tell anyone else? You know how my brothers would take the piss if they had any idea."

Tonks let out a snort. "The last thing I want to do is give any of them fuel for the fire. I'd never hear the end of it from you, would I? Mum's the word, mate. I promise."

~*~

Ron approached the door to Tonks's flat for the third time, raised his hand to knock and then, once again, backed away. He was more nervous than he wanted to be; down deep, he knew that talking to Tonks about the problem, doing anything with Tonks about the problem would probably only infuriate Hermione more. She'd probably consider any outside help cheating and that would only make matters worse. This time, Hermione had used a Chastity Charm. Next time, she'd probably geld him. Still, he didn't know how else to solve the problem. Hermione wouldn't talk to him about what she wanted and Tonks was a girl. A girl who had to know what other girls liked when it came to that sort of thing. At least, he hoped she did.

He wiped his sweaty forehead on the back of his hand, drew in a deep breath and then, finally, went to knock. For a moment, he found himself praying that she wouldn't be home. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

The door swung open, Tonks standing on the other side. She smiled at him, beckoning him inside the flat. "Wotcher, mate. Make yourself comfortable."

"If only," Ron grumbled, taking a seat on the sofa. The invisible cage around his bits was starting to chafe and trying to sit in one spot for too long only made it worse.

Tonks's flat was in its usual state of disarray; books and magical devices strewn around the room, piles of clothing and parchments cluttering all visible surfaces. There were some candles lit in the room, the air scented with vanilla and something floral. Ron was surprised at the girly touches, the other times he'd been to his partner's place, it had been decidedly no nonsense.

"Hermione thinks we're working late on a case," he told her, pulling at the fringe on a nearby cushion nervously. "That's what I told her anyway. I'm not certain she was really listening."

Tonks shrugged. "Ah, it's not porkies, is it? We've done it plenty of times before and what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Besides, this is work-related. I can't do a bloody thing if you're in a constant state, can I? " She pulled up a chair and looked at him pointedly, her eyes flickering over his groin. " So, let's have a butcher's at the problem, yeah?"

"What?" Ron felt all the blood draining from his face as he automatically flung his hands over his crotch in protection. "Oi! You're not—you can't—"

Tonks shook her head, rolling her eyes in response. "I meant the problem, not your willie, you pillock. At least," she let out an evil laugh, "not yet. I mean it might help if we could suss out what kind of spell she used exactly and use a counter-hex to remove, wouldn't it?"

"Oh." Ron slumped down just a little. "I suppose you're right."

"Here's a bit of news I'm guessing you'll find awfully shocking, Ron," she continued, her dark eyes sparkling with mirth. "I've actually have seen other blokes' wedding tackle before. I'm not that innocent."

"I-I knew that," he replied lamely.

"Then stop acting like I'm a blushing virgin and just tell me what happened."

"Alright, alright." Ron sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Me and Hermione had a row the other night. Not the first time, obviously. S'pose," he shrugged and pulled a face, "it won't be the last one either. She just said I was…selfish. Thought more about me than her when we were doing 'things'."

"And are you?"

"I don't think so! It's not like...well, I haven't been with very many girls, have I?" he admitted. "There's been Hermione and before that, there was Lavender Brown. That's it. It was easy doing things with Lavender. She was so…enthusiastic." He grimaced as he felt his cock twitch at the thought of his first girlfriend, the invisible bonds tightening around his burgeoning erection. "Hermione and me, well, we've been together for a while, but, well, it's been odd. We were off with Harry for so long that we didn't really have time or space to do anything really…intimate. It was all pretty bloody quick, when we could find the opportunity. Since the War ended and all, we've just sort of kept on going. I don't really know what she wants or how to give it to her. She won't say. You know what she's like!"

Tonks nodded, taking in his words as if she were taking down a statement from a witness. "So, in order to get her to remove the Charm, you've got to please her but, she won't give you a bloody clue in terms of how to do it." she said thoughtfully. "Typical."

"Yeah."

"Well, the first thing to do is see if we can just cancel out the spell ourselves. Easy peasy, yeah?"

Ron shook his head. "I've tried, believe me. It won't go away."

"There's more than one way to skin a Kneazle, mate. Let me try?" Tonks stood, picking up her wand and striding across the room towards him.

He looked up at her, suddenly feeling a frisson of panic running up his spine.

"Oh, c'mon, mate. It won't hurt a bit." Tonks loomed over him, waving her wand over his crotch. "Well, at least, I don't think it will…" To Ron's surprise, the area around his genitals flared up in a mesh of eerie green light for a moment, then faded away into nothingness. Unfortunately, the sensation of his bits in a vise was still there. "Huh. Well, let's try something else…"

Much to Ron's dismay, Tonks's further attempts to eliminate Hermione's handiwork were all in vain. The spell held fast. If anything, Ron was pretty certain it had gotten even tighter.

"It looks like she used something of her own making," Tonks finally said, putting her wand down in defeat. "Canny, that one is. Huh." She thought for a moment, then added "We're going to have to deal with this the old fashioned way."

"What's that?" Ron asked in trepidation.

"We'll have to train you up to be a better lover. You'll go back to her, seduce her and then she'll have to remove it like she promised, won't she?"

"Train me up? But, how…?"

Tonks cocked a pink-tinged eyebrow at him. "How d'you think? You'll just have to show me your talents and we'll get it all sorted."

"But…" Ron spluttered, feeling his cheeks starting to burn. "Hermione would kill me if we…! She'd kill you too!"

"Not bloody likely," Tonks snorted derisively. "First of all, I wasn't about to go marching over to your place and announce to her that I was having it off with her man. Second of all, I can hold my own in a fight, thank you very much. Last time I checked, I was an Auror. As were you. Third of all, you're going to dazzle her so much that she'll be too weak and satisfied to think about anything but making you feel good in return, alright?"

He looked at her uncertainly, then mumbled "Alright."

"Don't sound so bloody cheerful about it, sunshine." Tonks glared at him. "Next question, who do you want to be messing about with?"

"Pardon?"

"Well, do you want a blonde?" She got a look of intense concentration on her face, and then her previously pink spiky hair was cascading down her back in golden ringlets. "Or a brunette?" She repeated the motion and her hair changed to a sleek brown bob. "Or a redhead?" This time, it was long auburn waves.

Ron gawked at her, unable to respond. "Erm…"

"Would you prefer me to be someone entirely different? Some bird you fancied – like that Lavender girl? Or one of your other school mates? Luna Lovegood p'raps?"

"Erm, no thanks." He shook his head.

"Hmmm, how about…" This time the transformation turned her into the spitting image of his sister-in-law, Fleur, a perfect vision with silver shining hair and cornflower blue eyes. "Zis ees more of what you want, n'est pas?"

"For fuck's sake, Tonks," Ron roared. "Not her!"

Tonks's face fell in disappointment. "I thought you rather liked her…"

"No."

"But, Ginny said…"

"Well, Ginny's wrong. I don't want her." Despite his protests, Ron's erection was growing harder and more agonizing. "And don’t even think about suggesting my sister."

Tonks threw her hands up in resignation. "Fine. Fine. Would you prefer I just be her then?" Suddenly, the exact likeness of Hermione stood in front of him, identical down to every last strand of bushy hair, looking at him hopefully.

"That's even worse," Ron replied. "Cheating on Hermione with a copy of Hermione is just wrong."

"You do want a girl, don’t you?"

"What?"

"Just winding you up, mate. Besides, maybe it wouldn't seem so traumatic if you—"

"No! Just go back to being you!" he insisted.

"Bloody hell, you're a fussy one. Most blokes don't care what a girl looks like as long as she's got the right parts," Tonks snapped, returning to her normal looks. "Better?"

"Yeah. Much." Ron sighed. "I don't mean to be a twat about all this. I've just never even thought about doing anything behind her back. I don't want to hurt her."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. And this is strictly a little practical help amongst colleagues." She smiled at him in reassurance. "No more, no less."

Ron nodded, trying to relax. "Now what?"

"How 'bout we start with some snogging first? Kisses are always good. Although," Tonks said thoughtfully, "p'raps we ought to start with a drink or two first? Some firewhisky to take the edge off? Looks like we might need a bit of liquid courage to find that legendary Gryffindor bravery of yours."

"Please. I'd rather face down a horde of mad Death Eaters over an enraged Hermione any day."

After several drinks, the task didn't seem nearly as daunting. Ron had always found Tonks pleasant enough to look at even if he found her Metamorphmagus tricks of changing her looks somewhat off-putting, so it wasn't as if he messing about with someone like Millicent Bulstrode or Dolores Umbridge, was it?

Tonks waited until Ron had put down his now empty glass before settling herself on his lap, hooking one arm around his neck. He groaned, the pressure of her arse against his already aching cock making things even more uncomfortable.

"Wotcher," she said breathily.

"H-hi," he stammered, swallowing down, his tongue suddenly feeling thick and leaden, his lips too dry. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers, unsure of how hard to kiss her. To his surprise, she tasted sweet, like candy floss or bubblegum although he wasn't certain what he'd had expected.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna break," Tonks whispered against his lips. "Go on…kiss me again."

Ron complied, kissing her a little more confidently, pleased to feel her responding in kind. Emboldened, he tightened his arms around her slim waist and applied more pressure, letting his tongue dart between her lips to probe inside her warm, moist mouth. Tonks sighed with contentment, continuing to kiss him back with growing fervour.

"Certainly nothing wrong with your snogging skills," she murmured, finally coming up for air. "Must run in the family…"

"Pardon?"

"Never mind." Tonks pulled him to her and kissed him again.

Ron slid his hands up, caressing her along her ribs to cup her breasts in his hands. He gave them a squeeze, only to be stopped short by a sharp slap on the wrist. "Ow!"

"Not so hard," she admonished, placing her small hands over his much larger ones. "You're not trying to capture a bloody Snitch. It's more like this, love." She brushed their joined hands over the swell of her breasts, forcing him to keep the pressure light. "And use your thumbs here," she pressed them gently against her hard nipples. "That feels good. Mmmm, yeah, very good."

He couldn’t help but feel a jolt of pride at her words. He continued to touch her, getting up enough courage to tweak her nipples through her shirt, tugging at them as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck. Tonks moaning as his lips grazed her soft pale skin, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles.

"Take off m'shirt," Tonks said huskily, her breath warm against his ear.

Ron complied although he was reluctant to stop touching her. He fumbled for the hem of her shirt, awkwardly pulling it up and over her head. He sat and stared at her for a few seconds, taking in the sight of her bare skin, and her pert, round breasts, the nipples a mouth-watering shade of pink.

"Ron?" Tonks waved a hand in front of his eyes, breaking his concentration.

He blinked in confusion, then blushed again. "Oh, sorry."

Tonks took his hands and placed them on her breasts; the skin was warm and soft to the touch. "Focus, mate. Focus.. You're never going to please a woman if you sit there like a lump looking like you just got hit by a Confundus. They're just bristols."

"There's nothing 'just' about them," Ron blurted, marvelling at the way they felt under his fingers. Breasts were brilliant things in his mind; getting access to them was like being allowed an extra helping of pudding.

"Of course," Tonks cooed, "flattery will get you everywhere. Keep going."

He dipped his head, covering her throat with kisses, trailing them downward, desperate to cover every inch of her pale skin with his lips and teeth and tongue. He drew one rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, pleased as he heard her breath hitching, feeling her wriggle in his lap, her fingers playing in his hair. His hips rocked up involuntarily, causing him to groan. The pain between his legs was excruciating but he needed to move. Focusing on Tonks's breasts helped distract him from his agony; he continued to lavish them, sucking and biting with more force now, eliciting squeaks of pleasure from her as he did.

"No trouble there either, mate," she said with a throaty laugh. "But, there is more to a bird than just her tits."

"Oh. Sorry." Ron pulled away, slightly dazed.

"Don't be sorry. S'good. Really good," Tonks replied, leaning down to kiss him. "Just don't want you to forget about the rest of me, yeah?"

"Right." He nodded, flashing her a nervous smile. "As if I could…" He kneaded her breast one last time, then slid his hands down her stomach to the waist band of her jeans, doing his best to trace along the edge. It took both his hands to undo the button and zip, his fingers trembling as he did.

"Good boy," she urged, raising her arse up off his lap to let him ease her jeans down over her hips, then kicked them off entirely.

Ron licked his lips, then moved in to kiss her again, claiming her mouth with his own. He began to explore her curves, touching, caressing, kneading her silken skin. Touching her arse through her knickers was nearly as nice as playing with her breasts, he decided. How had he not noticed what a nice arse Tonks had before this?

Tonks's hand wrapped around his own, dragging it down between her legs, rubbing it against the crotch of her knickers. They were warm and damp. "Focus," she whispered.

"S-sorry," he mumbled. He spread her legs farther apart, pushing aside the damp scrap of fabric, tracing along the edges of her labia with his fingertips. "Wait…" He lifted her off his lap, placing her on the sofa next to him, before dropping to his knees to settle between her splayed legs.

Tonks leaned back, smirking. "So, you've got some initiative after all."

Ron nodded, hooking his fingers into the elastic of her knickers and pulling them down. "Sometimes." He worked her knickers off, caressing her legs and sneaking in a few kisses on her thighs, the crooks of her knees, her ankles along the way. It was difficult not to stare again as he realised she was completely starkers now. Starkers and waiting for him. This time, he forced himself to pay attention.

Moving in closer, he resumed his ministrations, this time parting her slick lips gently with his fingers, exposing the sensitive flesh and the hard, swollen nub beneath. He pressed his thumb against her clit, encircling it in slow, steady arcs, relieved as he heard another moan of approval.

He buried his nose in the line of hot-pink curls running down her mons, his lips grazing the bare skin to either side. Tonks sighed, slumping down, her thighs parting even further. She was warm and wet, her sweet, musky scent making his head reel, causing the desperate throbbing between his legs to reach a harrowing level. He briefly wondered if Hermione had any inkling of just how torturous a position she'd put him in. For her sake, he hoped not.

Tonks grabbed his head, her fingers tugging at his hair; there was no way of mistaking what she wanted from him. He flicked the tip of his tongue against the bud of her clit, savouring her taste, so different than Hermione's. Tonks shifted and pulled on his hair as if urging him on. Ron began to lap at her in earnest.

Suddenly, the instructions came hard and fast. "Not there. There.. No, no…there. Not so fast. Stop slobbering – I'm not a bloody ice cream!"

Ron pulled back, certain his face was the colour of a beetroot, and wailed, "Blimey, I'm doing the best that I can!"

"Well, s'not good enough. Do you want that damned Charm gone or not? If you keep going like that, she'll never take it off."

"At least you can get some relief," he snapped.

"Not if you keep on like that I can't, boyo," Tonks retorted wryly. "Although, you did make me completely forget about your dilemma for a bit, so you must be doing something right, yeah?"

"Lucky you."

Tonks relaxed her hold on him, her expression growing more sympathetic. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't – you're doing well. You just need to concentrate a bit more. It's not a bloody race. Just try going a bit slower and a bit more…carefully. I promise it'll be worth your while."

He looked at her miserably. "Or at least yours."

"We'll sort out a way to make you feel a bit better too. I promise."

Mollified, Ron lowered his head, trying to take in all her instructions. He was beginning to think this whole endeavour was worse than being captained by Angelina Johnson. At least he'd had prior experience with Quidditch…

He licked at her tentatively, trying to keep aware of what seemed to be working, growing more confident as she stroked his hair, murmuring 'good boy, that's right…' before starting to writhe beneath him. He slid a finger inside her, then two, feeling her clench around him as he scissored them, still working her clit with his tongue. Sucking on that elicited a loud gasp followed by a ragged moan, her hips now pumping furiously.

With the way she was yanking at his hair, Ron was certain he was going home with bald spots. At least she wasn't haranguing him or telling him he was crap anymore…

"Don't stop, Ron. For fuck's sake, don't stop…"

He thrust his fingers in harder and deeper, trying to match the pace with the fluttering of his tongue. Concentrating on keeping up the same rhythm was a welcome distraction from his bits which were threatening to explode at any minute. He shifted, Tonks's calf coming into contact with his groin. He groaned, seeing stars from the searing pain. However, if he moved just a little more, it wasn't that bad, and he could apply enough pressure to…

"For fuck's sake, Weasley, I said don't stop!" Tonks cried, cuffing him in the head with her free hand.

He attempted a muffled apology against her skin, wrenching his attention back to her. He caught her clit between his teeth, tugging and applying pressure as the tip of his tongue rasped against the sensitive flesh, his fingers still moving in and out. Tonks bounced and ground against his face, her thighs tightening around his head until he was sure he was going to be smothered before they were done.

"Oh, Merlin…Ron!" Tonks was suddenly quaking beneath him, coming in violent shudders. She tore at his hair, her fingers digging into his scalp and then finally, thankfully loosened her iron grip, stilling. She lay supine against the couch, gasping for breath, a blissful smile playing on her lips. "Wow."

Ron pulled back, breathing in deeply before resting his head on her knee. "Wow?"

Tonks nodded, her eyes half-lidded in delight. "Wow. Damned sight better'n your big brother was the first time he did that."

"Older brother?" He snapped his head up in astonishment. "Which older brother?"

"Never you mind," Tonks said dreamily. "You want to get off or not, mate?"

"Do you have to even ask?"

"C'mere then." She tugged on his shirt.

"But, the Chastity Charm…" he started.

"Felt like you were doing something down there before that was working. Reckon we can find some way of making your life a bit easier, can't we?" Before Ron could argue, Tonks had unbuttoned his trousers and shoved her hand down inside his pants, wrapping her fingers around his cock. Well, the general area at any rate. He could feel the pressure of her fingers around the invisible barrier of the Charm even if he couldn't feel her fingers themselves.

"Oh." His eyes widened as she started to move her hand. "Oh…" He rocked his hips in time to her movements, his balls already on the verge of bursting. It only took a few more thrusts before she'd sent him spiralling over the edge, making him come in painful, wracking spurts. He was vaguely aware of Tonks putting her arms around him, soothing him as he came down.

"All right then, mate?" she asked, kissing him softly.

"Wha'? Erm, yeah." Ron could feel himself blushing furiously, unsure of what to do or say now. "You?"

"Brilliant. Nice one, Weasley."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really. I wouldn't lie to you." She patted the sofa next her. "Pretty good for a first effort. Bet next time will be even better."

"N-next time?" he stammered, taking up a spot along side her, ignoring his now sodden clothes.

Tonks grinned at him, a hint of something feral in her smile. "You didn't really think you could master it all in one easy lesson, did you?"

Ron closed his eyes and groaned, praying he wouldn't pass out from the shock.

~*~

Tonks finished reading the last of the Chesterton case files, then scrawled her name on the bottom of the parchment. Glancing up, she saw Ron sitting at his desk, deeply engrossed a pile of crime-scene photos. Snickering, she picked a ball of crumpled paper, lobbing it at his head, breaking him out of his reverie. "Well, aren't you the quiet one today, mate?"

"Hmm? What? Yeah, suppose I am." To Tonks's amusement, he clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

"Finally got Hermione to relent then, did we?"

"Yes, 'we' did." He turned crimson, his smile growing wider. "And how."

Tonks laughed and winked at him, then threw another wad of paper. "You must've had a very good teacher."

"Might've done."

She laughed again. "Well, you know what they say, mate…the third time's always the charm."