Title: Hot For Teacher
Author: misfit_ragdoll
Characters: Luna Lovegood/Nymphadora Tonks/Ginny Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femmeslash
Kinks chosen: cunnilingus, spanking, dominance (if you squint), sex toys, threesomes, costumes, role-playing, light humiliation
Word Count: 4000
Summary: It's summer and school is out, but someone is missing it. Fortunately, the school uniforms are still around and naughty students get in trouble.
Author's notes: For my darling kabal42 who asked for the above prompt featuring two or more of the following girls: Ginny, Luna, Pansy, Hermione, Tonks. Who knows, maybe Pansy and Hermione come over to play sometimes too? Much thanks to katesque for inspiration, encouragement and reminding me that it’s OWLs, not NEWTs, r_grayjoy for her continued beta services and Eddie Izzard for the naming of things.



Of course, it had been all Luna Lovegood’s fault. At least, that’s what Tonks and Ginny would say when looking back on that fateful afternoon, the one which had set things in motion between the three of them. Luna would insist it was all Lord Voldemort’s fault, or perhaps Draco Malfoy’s, because if the Death Eaters hadn’t attacked Hogwarts a few weeks before and the school hadn’t been closed, then she and Ginny would not have been at the Burrow, bored out of their minds and missing their classes, and thus, there would have been no reason to suggest pretending they were back at school. But, of course, all of that had happened, and so, exactly whose fault it was continued to be a point of contention between the three of them.

It had been a warm summer day when Luna had come to visit Ginny. She often did as traveling to the Burrow was about as far as Luna’s father would let her go unaccompanied – the War was still raging and it was extremely dangerous for any Witch or Wizard to go anywhere on their own. However, Mr. Lovegood was too busy working at The Quibbler to take her anywhere really exotic and Luna truly enjoyed visiting at the Burrow. It was filled with interesting people and a family, something she didn’t know very much about.

She was curled up in Ginny’s window seat, a typically dreamy expression on her face as she stared out the window and sighed. “I wish we had something more interesting to do.”

“Like what?” asked Ginny, looking up from her copy of Which Broomstick and eyeing Luna curiously.

“Well, I would like to and see if you have any Quivering Fishtibuns living at the bottom of your garden. My father says they’re especially plentiful this year. They travel in swarms, you know,” Luna intoned, her grey eyes still focused on the world outside. “But I think it’s too warm out. They don’t like standing in the hot sun. Perhaps we can go look for them at twilight.”

Ginny stifled a giggle and gave her a quick nod. Life around Luna was never dull. “We could. Perhaps Mum will let us after dinner. Assuming they ever get home today.” Her parents had gone into London for a meeting of the Order, presumably to sort out what was going to happen with the school next term. That was why the house was currently empty and why she’d been happy to invite Luna to keep her company.

“I like your mother,” Luna replied with a wistful smile. “She’s very different than my own was. She knows how to cook for a start.”

“At least someone around here does,” Ginny quipped, putting her magazine aside. “So, other than looking for the erm, what was it, Fishtibuns, what else would you like to do?”

“Well,” Luna screwed up her face in thought. “I wish we could learn something new. We didn’t really last term. Poor Professor Dumbledore died and that was it. We never even got to sit our OWLs, did we? I’d like to do that, even if Daddy says that standardized exams are all a part of the plans of the Elders of Zinglebert to control our minds. He thinks it will be worse than an Imperius Curse once they do.” She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Perhaps it’s better that we didn’t. But, I’d still like to pretend, especially now that we won’t have any classes once autumn comes. Do you think that was You-Know-Who’s actual plan -- to deprive us of a real education? He could be the head Zinglebert after all!”

Ginny shook her head in disagreement, trying not to laugh at Luna’s absurd theory. “I think he’s got more than just ruining our schooling on his mind. I also don’t think it would do to invite any Professors over to the house to teach us.” She didn’t want to add that anyone they’d even consider to ask was probably tied up at the Order meeting anyway.

“What about that nice Miss Tonks?” Luna suggested, now twirling a strand of her pale hair around her finger, watching it in fascination. “Even though she’s an Auror, I’m reasonably certain she’s not part of the Rotfang Conspiracy. She doesn’t seem the type and she’s got very nice teeth. Perhaps we could ask her to teach us something useful. Like the way Harry did in the DA meetings. I liked those.”

“I did too.” Ginny agreed. She didn’t really want to think about them right now as they reminded her that Harry and Ron and Hermione were all off doing things without her, and that made her stroppy, and she really didn’t want to feel that way. Thinking about Tonks, however, made her feel much better. “Hmmm. Perhaps Tonks is free. I could send her a message and ask.”

Luna’s face lit up and she clapped her hands gleefully. “Yes, please.”

Ginny got up and found her wand, quickly sending Tonks a message via Patronus, just the way the Metamorphmagus had shown her in secret. Ginny liked that Tonks taught her things she wasn’t supposed to, things that would have made her mother furious if she’d known. But Tonks always treated her like an equal, like an adult, not like a little girl, unlike the rest of her family.

Luna watched her intently, clearly impressed as the streak of silver shot out of her wand and out the half-opened window. A few minutes later, a very large wolf-like dog, shimmering and wraith-like, came bounding into the bedroom with a return response:

“Ginny, I’ll be there in a mo’. Anything to get me out of this bloody meeting. Thank you!”

“We ought to get dressed before she arrives. We should be dressed properly for class, don’t you think?” Luna said.

“What?” Ginny looked at her in surprise.

“We ought to be properly dressed,” Luna repeated. “Uniforms. Only I don’t want to go home to fetch mine. I suppose I could summon them but that might excite the Fishtibuns too much. They’re very partial to the colour blue.”

Ginny studied Luna’s curvy figure for a moment and then said “You could borrow a set of mine, Luna. If you don’t mind being a Gryffindor for a day, that is. Of course, Tonks probably knows how to Transfigure House Colours on clothing.” Somehow, she doubted it very much. Tonks seemed useless when it came to domestic magic, even worse than Ginny herself.

“I don’t mind being a Gryffindor. It would be a nice change of pace. And it would keep the Fishtibuns calmer, wouldn’t it?”

“Of course.” Ginny headed to her wardrobe and pulled out two sets of school uniforms for them to wear, opting to forgo the jumpers. It was too hot and stuffy this time of year, even with cooling charms in the room, it felt sticky and oppressive. Jumpers would only make it worse.

The two girls quickly stripped off their clothes and put on the new ones, giggling as they did. Ginny couldn’t help noticing how nice it felt as Luna’s fingers brushed against her breasts as the other girl helped her knot her tie or how the just-too-short skirt lay against Luna’s pale thighs.

True to her word, Tonks arrived soon after, bearing a cooler of butterbeer, and a box of chocolates from Honeydukes with her.

“Wotcher!” Tonks said cheerily as Ginny let her into the house, giving her a quick hug. “Ta ever so much for giving me a reason to bugger off from that bloody meeting, Ginny. What a nightmare. They’ll be going on for hours at this rate.” She rolled her eyes in disgust. “Your mum and Minerva can’t see eye-to-eye on anything. It should be a long night and I for one am dead chuffed to be somewhere else.”

Tonks stopped for a moment, finally noticing the fact that both Ginny and Luna were in school dress and not summer clothes. “What’s this? A fancy dress party? Why didn’t you tell me?” She looked down at her own tee-shirt and jeans ruefully. “I feel left out.”

“Oh, don’t be, Miss Tonks,” Luna told her brightly. “We want you to be the teacher. Teachers don’t need uniforms.”

“Don’t they?” Tonks cocked a pink eyebrow in Ginny’s direction as if to ask “What’s she on about?”

“We wanted to play school, Tonks,” Ginny explained, taking the hamper in one hand and Tonks by the other, leading her up the stairs. “It was Luna’s idea. We thought you could teach us a few things—”

“Like Defence Against the Dark Arts,” Luna broke in. “You’re good at that, aren’t you?”

“You are,” Ginny added. “Please, Tonks? Pleeeease?”

“I do try,” Tonks replied with a laugh. “Alright, I’ll have a bash. Might be fun, really.”

Ginny opened the door to her bedroom and ushered the other two girls in. She set down the cooler and then hunted for two exercise books and two quills before handing one of each to Luna. They settled on her bed, looking up at Tonks expectantly as she cracked open a bottle of butterbeer and took a sip.

The older woman ran a hand through her already unruly pink hair, making it even more of a spiky mess than before. “Right. Erm, sixth year magic. NEWT level, innit?” Tonks shuffled in place for a moment, lost in thought. “Hmmmm. I think the first thing you lot ought to know is about nonverbal spells, yeah? Nonverbal spells are important because if your enemy doesn’t know what you’re about to do, it gives you the element of surprise. And the element of surprise could save your life…”

Ginny and Luna leaned over, putting quill to paper, doing their best to scribble down notes as Tonks explained about nonverbal spells and how to cast them. Finally, she called on Luna to come up and try to jinx her while Ginny watched. It was interesting at first, but after a few attempts, Ginny found herself unable to pay attention. Without being able to do anything herself, it was awfully dull. She began to doodle in the margins of her book in a feeble attempt to amuse herself, hoping that it would be her turn shortly.

“Ginny? Ginny!” The sound of Tonks’s voice broke her out of her reverie, and she looked up, cheeks colouring slightly. “Ginevra Molly Weasley, are you listening to me?”

“Hmmm?” Ginny raised her head up lazily.

“Blimey, Ginny, have you been paying attention at all?” Tonks asked, harshly. Ginny didn’t think she’d ever seen Tonks look angry before. For some reason, it made her toes curl to see her like that.

“Erm, well, not exactly but…” she replied sheepishly.

Luna giggled, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.

“I don’t want to hear excuses,” Tonks said. “Get up here. Now.”

“But…” Ginny stared at her friend for a moment, thoroughly confused. “I though we were just playing!”

“Do you honestly think I don’t have better things to do than play games with you, Ginny Weasley?” Tonks shook her head, then pulled a hard-backed chair out from under the desk, sitting down with a huff. “Now get over here.”

Confused, Ginny scurried to Tonks’s side, her cheeks now scarlet with embarrassment. Something about the older woman’s commanding tone excited her further, sending shivers up her spine. “Tonks, I don’t—“

“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.” Tonks grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her forward and in one smooth move, across her thighs like a rag doll.

Ginny squirmed, trying to twist free but Tonks held her fast, one hand digging into the small of her back. She was surprised at how strong the Auror’s grip was. “Tonks, what are you doing?”

“Teaching you a lesson, Ginny. If you want to play school, then we’re going to have to do it my way and that includes punishing you if you don’t behave. Which you most certainly have not been doing.” Tonks’s hands were already flipping up her skirt, revealing her pink cotton knickers; Ginny heard Luna giggle again. “I’ve never seen such a naughty girl before.”

“I—“ Ginny’s protests were cut off as Tonks’s hand landed on her bottom with a loud smack, causing her to squeak in indignation. “Ow!”

Tonks ran her hand down the curve of Ginny’s arse, caressing her softly. “Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl or are we going to stop the lessons for today?”

Ginny squirmed again, the sensation of Tonks’s fingers brushing and stroking against her bottom quite pleasurable, sending a jolt of excitement coursing through her, starting from between her legs. “Y-yes, Miss,” she found herself saying as she settled on Tonks’s lap.

“Now, that’s better. Hmmm…I think twenty smacks ought to do it for now. What do you think, naughty girl?”

Ginny nodded her head, biting her lip, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders and Tonks’s denim-covered knee. “Yes, Miss.”

Tonks swatted her again and then clucked her tongue in dismay. “I don’t think she’s really going to learn anything like this. I think a bare-bottomed spanking is much more appropriate, don’t you, Luna?”

“Oh, yes, Miss Tonks!” Luna responded gleefully, clearly enjoying the spectacle in front of her. Ginny could feel her cheeks burning hotly, now feeling vulnerable and helpless.

“Well, then, why don’t you come and help me, dear?” Tonks motioned for Luna to join them. “Take off her knickers for me, please.”

Luna complied, coming to Tonks’s side and slowly drew Ginny’s panties over her hips and down her slim legs, giggling and sighing with delight as Ginny’s bare arse was revealed. “Oh, she’s so pretty!” she exclaimed, reaching out to pat Ginny’s freckle-dappled bottom.

“Go on, spread her legs,” Tonks urged. “It’ll be even prettier once I’m done spanking that lovely little bum of hers.”

Ginny felt Luna’s soft hands parting her thighs, gently caressing her as she did. “I hope so.”

She gasped as Luna ran a tentative finger between her legs, brushing through already damp curls and probing gently, causing Ginny to wriggle in Tonks’s lap.

Tonks let out another ‘tsk’ of disapproval. “You randy little minx. Look how wet you are! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” She grabbed a handful of Ginny’s hair and tugged her head up to look her in the eye. “Aren’t you?”

Tears of humiliation welled up in Ginny’s eyes even though she knew she was amongst friends. “Y-yes, Miss,” she admitted.

“Tell me.”

“I—I’m a randy little minx who is enjoying herself, Miss.”

“Yes, you are. You are a dirty, dirty girl and I think you’re definitely going to have to learn a different sort of lesson now.” With that, Tonks’s palm landed on Ginny’s arse in a firm smack, sending the girl rocking against her legs. She lowered her hand again and again, each time a little bit harder, spanking Ginny relentlessly until she’d reached twenty, leaving Ginny’s arse stinging and sore. Finally, Tonks let Ginny up with a shove, smirking, as Ginny rubbed at her smarting buttocks and sniffled pitifully. “Look how pretty her arse is now, Luna. All red and swollen. Maybe she’ll pay more attention in future.”

“It’s very nice,” Luna remarked, her silvery grey eyes glittering as she gave Ginny an appreciative stare. “I like it very much.”

“Oh, do you? Well, since you’ve been such a good student and Ginny such a naughty one, I think you deserve a reward for your efforts. Come here, love.” Tonks beckoned her over, and then opened the box of chocolate, offering her one.

Luna smiled, perching on Tonks’s knee to lean in and delicately nibble at the chocolate before planting a kiss of gratitude on the older woman’s cheek. Tonks fed her another chocolate, sighing softly as Luna licked at her fingers, and then brushed her lips against her mouth.

Ginny glared at them, a stab of jealousy twisting in her gut as Tonks buried her fingers in Luna’s fair hair, petting her like a kitten, and then kissing her back.

Tonks pulled back and gave Ginny an appraising stare, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a sly smile. “Ginny, I think you ought to reward Luna too. After all, she knows how to behave even if you don’t. If you do a good job, perhaps I’ll do something nice for you too.”

Her lower lip jutting out in a pout, Ginny came to Luna’s side, putting her arms around her and pulling her in to kiss her soundly. Luna wound her arms around Ginny’s neck, her lips parting as Ginny continued to kiss her, her tongue sliding in to probe gently. Luna tasted sweet like chocolates, her tongue like velvet against Ginny’s own.

“Good girl,” she heard Tonks hiss in her ear, feeling the Auror’s fingers skimming over her still-sore bottom, tracing along the edges of her wet nether lips. “That’s my girl.”

Emboldened, Ginny kissed Luna even harder, claiming her mouth and sucking on her pointed tongue. Somehow, she managed to pull Luna up and lead her to the bed, tumbling her back against the duvet in a tangle of arms and legs. She heard Luna moan and gasp beneath her, grinding her pelvis up against hers, her soft legs wrapping around Ginny’s own. They exchanged heated kisses, the intensity building until Ginny’s head was reeling and she had to have more.

Frantically, she tugged at Luna’s tie, pulling it free to reach the buttons of her crisp white blouse, unbuttoning them to reveal flawless, pale skin beneath. She clawed at the shirt impatiently, finally tearing it open, buttons flying, and bit at Luna’s small peaked breasts through her bra. She could feeling Luna's hard nipples through the thin fabric. Luna writhed and mewled underneath her as Ginny tugged at her nipples, then pulled away, leaving round, wet marks on the cups of Luna’s bra.

Shimmying downward, Ginny continued kissing and nipping at Luna’s soft flesh, then shoved her grey wool skirt up around her slender hips, pushing aside the crotch of her knickers. Luna’s pale curls glistened as Ginny pressed her mouth against her cunt, lapping and sucking with abandon. Luna moaned loudly and clutched at Ginny, winding her fingers in her soft copper tresses, forcing Ginny’s head farther between her thighs.

Ginny crouched down, savouring Luna’s musky scent and the sweet taste of her juices, her tongue rasping against Luna’s engorged clit, flicking against it experimentally. Luna moaned again, arching her back and rocking her hips up so Ginny did it again, making Luna to moan even louder.

She was vaguely aware of Tonks picking up the open bottle of butterbeer and her wand, quickly Transfiguring it into something else entirely. Something long, smooth and curved, suspiciously shaped like a boy’s willie. Before Ginny could ask, there were warm lips pressing against her own thighs, hot breath against her skin, and soft fingers questing and touching her.

Ginny let out a whimper as Tonks bit at her inner thigh, then soothed the spot with her tongue. She spread her legs farther to give Tonks better access and then, something cool and hard was tracing along her labia, teasing her clit. Suddenly, she was impaled upon it, making her cry out again.

“Good girl,” Ginny heard Tonks murmur as her thumb came in contact with Ginny’s clit. “Move for me, love. Go on, do as you’re told.”

And so she did, gyrating her hips in a frenzy, feeling whatever it was Tonks was using on her slide in further, filling her and stretching her, and then pull out again. She shivered with delight, building up a slow, steady rhythm in time with Tonk’s toy as it was plunged in and drawn out of her again and again.

Luna was now bucking and squirming under her, nearly smothering Ginny as she tightened her thighs around her head, calling Ginny’s name like a litany.

“Make her come,” Tonks ordered, giving her arse a hard slap.

It was so hard to force her attention back to Luna; Ginny just wanted to move for Tonks, desperate for the delicious friction and the feeling of the Auror’s fingers on her clit. But, she wanted to come too and somehow, Ginny knew that she wouldn’t be allowed until Luna was given release. She sucked hard on Luna’s clit, tugging at it with her teeth, determined to bring her to the edge.

“Ginny, oh, Ginny, oh, Ginny!” Luna gasped, bouncing against the mattress, her nails digging into Ginny’s scalp. Then she shuddered and quivered beneath her and fell limp against the bed, stroking Ginny’s hair, sighing with contentment as Ginny came up for air. Raising her head, a languid smile now playing on her lips, Luna murmured, “That was very nice too. Even nicer than chocolate.”

Ginny nodded, biting her lip and groaning in response, her attention now solely on her own pleasure, her hips jerking up to meet every thrust of the toy. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop.”

Tonks smacked her again, pressing even harder on her clit. “I’ve got no intention to, love. You gonna come for me?”

“Y-yes,” Ginny panted. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Miss—“ Her words broke off into another keening moan, Ginny clenching at the now rumpled duvet in desperation, her palms damp, knuckles white. She continued to move, moaning and whimpering, feeling the climax beginning to build.

“You can do it, Ginny,” Luna urged, locking her eyes on to Ginny’s. “Come for us.”

That was all it took to finish her completely. With a loud cry, Ginny came, seeing stars as the white heat of release washed over her, wave after glorious wave. Finally, she stilled, utterly spent, collapsing against Luna’s hip in a limbless heap.

Tonks scooted upwards, wrapping her arms around Ginny’s waist, cuddling against her. She pressed her lips against Ginny’s now-damp temple. “What a good girl. I hope you’ve learned your lesson now.”

“Mmmm,” Ginny purred, boldly taking one of Tonk’s hands and placing it on her breast. She sighed with contentment as Tonks began to knead it idly. “I think I have.”

“I don’t know.” Luna shifted beneath her, reaching down to brush her fingers through Tonks’s hair. “I think we might need to be tested on how much we actually know. It might be important in the future.”

Ginny giggled, then planted a few kisses on Luna’s hip. “Think they give NEWTs in this subject?”

“If the Elders of Zinglebert had their way, I’m certain they would,” Luna answered gravely. “I think we need more practise -- otherwise our skills will be woefully inadequate.”

“A lot more,” Ginny agreed before twisting in Tonks’s arms and grinning mischievously. “And I know the perfect subject to practise on.”

“Oh?” Tonks asked, suppressing a smirk, and then kissed her, causing Ginny’s pulse to start racing.

“Who better than our beloved teacher?”

“I can’t think of anyone else,” Luna replied with a nod. “Well, other than Brunhilda Buttrentrunden, of course, but it would take an awful lot of effort to even find her, let alone convince her to play with us like this. So, it will have to be you, Miss Tonks.”

“Yes. I believe it’s your turn.” With that, Ginny rolled over, trapping Tonks beneath her, and laughed, peppering her face with kisses. Unwilling to be left out of the fun, Luna wiggled down to join them, and soon the two students were giving their teacher a very enthusiastic, very thorough hands-on demonstration of just what they had learned.

Hours later, the three girls lay entwined on Ginny’s bed, sweaty and sated, still uncertain as to who was really to blame for initiating the day’s events. Tonks said it was Ginny, Ginny swore it was Luna, and Luna insisted it was Lord Voldemort. The only things they could all agree on were that Tonks was an excellent teacher, that Ginny and Luna’s education in this particular subject was sorely lacking and that it had all worked out quite enjoyably in the end.