Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2007-09-10 10:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermione granger, nymphadora tonks |
[FIC] Deluge: Hermione/Tonks
Originally posted here on 7 September 2007
Title: Deluge
Requestor: joeyjames
Author/Artist:
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Tonks
Summary: Two outsiders discover what they have in common.
Word Count: 4,500
Author's Notes: My first time writing Hermione/Tonks - I hope I did them justice for you!
If one word were used to describe the mood of the collective Order of the Phoenix, it would be “grim.”
As a whole they were never a terribly cheerful group - Moody’s pessimism took down the average mood a notch or two all by itself. However the mood over the last summer was somber at worst after the loss of Sirius. This summer, as most of the Order continued to use Grimauld Place as a base of operations while keeping an eye on Harry as he spent his final few weeks with the Dursley’s, the mood was definitely grim.
However, keeping Harry from running off to seek revenge for the multitude of losses he had suffered in his short life was just one job of the Order - and the one that was usually relegated to the least-senior members - Ginny, Ron and Hermione - who were more likely to have sway over the Boy Who Lived than any stodgy adult was. Tonks had just returned to Grimauld Place after an unsuccessful scouting mission to determine where Snape and his band of miscreants may have run off to. The Order was no closer to finding them now than they were when Tonks had left three days earlier.
What Tonks was closer to, however, was a real loo with a real shower. Indoor plumbing was always the first thing she was thankful for when returning from the wilderness. Even if it was in the creepy and creaky old house.
Just as Tonks was reaching for the bathroom door’s handle, it turned, apparently of its own volition. Before Tonks could react, the door opened, revealing a decidedly naked Hermione.
Well, not completely naked. A gray towel was wrapped around her head in a turban, and a fluffy white one was wrapped around her body, stretched tight over the swells of her breasts and hips. Her skin shone in the dim light, still damp from her shower.
She might as well have been naked though.
“Oh, Tonks!” Hermione exclaimed, surprised. “You’re back,” she continued, somewhat lamely.
“Yeah,” Tonks muttered, resolutely maintaining eye contact with Hermione’s (lovely) face, not the rest of her (lovely. And nearly-naked) body. “Um, a little late to be showering, isn’t it?”
Hermione shrugged, making her towel shift dangerously. She didn’t seem to notice. “I’ve spent the last hour talking Ginny down from visiting Harry for the fourth time this week. She seems to think the more he sees her, the more likely he’ll take her back.”
Tonks grimaced, recognizing Ginny’s behavior wasn’t too far off from her own, obsessive behavior around Remus for the past year. “Yeah, well, it can happen.”
Hermione looked abashed as she remembered Tonks’ long-standing - and recently gone completely down the drain - crush. “Well, really, it’s just…too late, you know? And her mom asked her to stop running off. So - yeah.” She took a breath to steady herself. “Plus Harry’s just being a dumb boy - Ginny’s better off without him at this point if he can’t realize that he’s treating her exactly the way he’s been treated by everyone else around here.” She caught herself again. “Uh - you know, it really is late. I’m just going to go to bed. So - enjoy the loo. G’night, Tonks.”
“G’night, Hermione.”
***
The task of making Grimauld Place inhabitable was never ending. No matter how fiercely a floor was scrubbed or a light fixture was polished, it was as grimy as it was the day the Order had re-claimed the property. Mrs. Weasley had tried to convince everyone that keeping the place tidy was as important a contribution in the fight against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as wielding a wand against him personally, but even she didn’t really believe it. However, she relied on the full adult members of the Order to set a “good example” for the younger de-facto members who spent much more time on the home front than in actual battle. So after breakfast the next morning, Tonks volunteered to tackle the bathroom - she’d noticed a particularly colorful fungus growing in a corner of the shower the night before.
“I’ll help,” Hermione quickly chimed in.
Everyone present - Ron, Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Mad-Eye Moody - was surprised; Hermione was helpful but no one ever volunteered to clean the bathroom. They hid their surprise as best they could, however, and after they had placed their breakfast dishes in the sink, Hermione and Tonks grabbed buckets, mops, rags and Mrs. Weasley’s house cleaning spell book before climbing the stairs to the bathroom they’d met at last night.
Tonks tossed the spell book to Hermione as she turned the faucet to fill her bucket. “I’m rubbish at domestic stuff.”
“And what makes you think I’m any better?”
“Brightest witch of your age and all that.”
Hermione frowned slightly as she flipped to the book’s index in order to hide the blush that was rising over her face.
The spell Hermione chose required a simple potion to sit for an hour before applying it to the suspect fungus. While waiting for the potion to set, they began scrubbing at the mundane mess of the bathroom the Muggle way.
“Hey, Tonks?” Hermione said as she held one hand over her nose to block the mildew smell in one corner.
“Mmm?” Tonks muttered as she tackled the scum on the shower curtain.
“I wanted to apologize for last night - if it was awkward or anything. And I shouldn’t be complaining right now - we all have to work together and do our part around here, you know?” She grimaced at the dark patch of mildew. “Even if it is rather unsavory.”
“Don’t worry about it. I understand.”
Hermione looked up, suspicious. “You do?” Adults were always claiming to “understand” when really they just wanted a kid to shut up. Tonks wasn’t much older than Hermione, but her experiences set her a world apart.
Tonks let her sponge drop with a wet squish against the porcelain tub. “You may not believe it, but I think the way you and Harry and Ron and Ginny have been treated is crap. Well-meaning crap - they just want to protect you.” She hesitated before adding, “I mean, we want to protect you. I do, too, of course.”
Hermione nodded. “Of course,” she repeated. There was an awkward pause. “I think the potion might be ready.”
Tonks eyed the Technicolor fungus warily. “I guess we better get to work, then.”
Hermione dunked a rag in the thick potion. She squeezed out the excess liquid before stepping onto the side of the tub to reach the fungus.
“Hey, look out!” Tonks warned. She put her hands around Hermione’s waist to steady her. “I don’t need blood and brains added to the mess in here.”
Hermione giggle slightly and her blush returned. “No, I guess not. Um, thanks.” She raised the rag and began scrubbing. After a minute, she paused to look down at Tonks. “Really, thanks, Tonks. For looking out for me - us - well, you know.”
Tonks smiled. “Yeah, I know.”
***
Hermione continued to stick close to Tonks, who didn’t mind the company at all. At first Hermione simply enjoyed being in the company of a “real” adult. Hermione was almost a year older than all of her classmates, and two years older than Ginny, her closest female friend. But soon it became apparent to her that Tonks wasn’t just tolerating the hangings-on of the younger woman, but was actively seeking out her company.
Initially, Hermione had thought that she and Tonks really had nothing in common - Tonks was an auror, a metamorphamagus, absolutely nothing like serious, studious Hermione.
But Tonks revealed, bit by bit, mostly through intense conversations during cleaning the bathroom, their usual house-cleaning chore. They were both outsiders to the magic community - Tonks by virtue of having a muggle father and a mother who was disowned by a prominent pure-blood family and Hermione had been tormented on more than one occasion for being from a muggle family. They were both adrift from their peers, since Tonks was the youngest regular member of the Order and Hermione was older than almost all of the other students in her class at Hogwarts. They were opposites in many ways, yet maybe there was some truth to opposites attracting.
Tonks tried to resist Hermione’s appeal. She was five years younger, after all - an adult in many ways but five years was an awfully long time to a 17 year old. As she found herself seeking out Hermione's company more and more - often to the exclusion of everyone else in the Order - Tonks realized she was rapidly sliding down a slippery slope she'd already been down once before.
Her attempt at a relationship with Remus had imploded spectacularly. In that relationship, it was Remus who had been the older - much older - partner. She'd been heartbroken when he initially hadn't wanted to be with her and she'd been heartbroken again when they'd had a shouting match in the middle of the kitchen that had ultimately ended the relationship.
She couldn't let that happen again.
So Tonks forced herself to stay away from Hermione. She volunteered for extra duties with the Order, or just to run mundane errands for anyone in the house - anything to get out of Grimauld Place and away from Hermione's beautiful allure.
Hermione didn't notice the change at first. Tonks would volunteer for missions when Hermione wasn't around, so the younger witch just assumed the auror was being assigned more strenuous work. She would wait up, with the excuse of wanting to study without disturbing Ginny, in the living room of the old house when she knew Tonks was expected to return. But instead of sitting down for a friendly chat, Tonks always pleaded that she was too tired and dragged herself directly to bed. Again, Hermione rationalized that everyone was tired after carrying out Order business; it was exhausting work both physically and emotionally.
But after a couple of weeks, Hermione couldn't ignore the signs any longer. Tonks sat away from her at meals, and no longer volunteered for chores with Hermione. Tonks managed to avoid Hermione for over a month, finding excuses from the legitimate (Moody saw signs of giants near the coast) to the utterly pathetic (needing to wash her hair - for the second time that day) to avoid anything but the most casual of contact.
And with every sudden turn into an abandoned room when Hermione neared and awkward excuse to avoid a conversation, Hermione got angrier. Tonks had been her one constant in a summer of change - Ginny was constantly devising ways to get Harry to see her as an equal as if she were 12 again while Harry was devising ways to attack Voldemort and Ron still seemed rather embarrassed about the way he had carried on with Lavender Brown (and rightfully so). Tonks had been Hermione's one connection to "normalcy" and now she was withdrawing.
Just like every other adult member of the Order had done. Just as Harry had done to Ginny.
Hermione finally had a chance to confront Tonks when they were back cleaning the bathroom together. It was a rare Saturday morning where most of the Order was present at Grimauld Place and Mrs. Weasley was taking advantage of the large number of people to organize a concentrated house cleaning effort. That meant cleaning duties were assigned, rather than volunteered for. Tonks couldn't sneak out of this particular chore, Hermione thought with grim satisfaction.
Cleaning supplies in hand, Tonks and Hermione trudged to the bathroom, but instead of beginning to fix a cleaning potion, or even filling buckets with soap and water, Hermione slammed the bathroom door and noisily dropped her mop and bucket, blocking Tonks' access to the sink with her hands on her hips and a glare darkening her features.
"What's this about?" Tonks asked warily.
"You," Hermione said, her voice flat. "What kind of game are you playing?"
Tonks could only dumbly parrot back "Game?"
"Yes, game! Just when we were becoming friends all of a sudden you start pulling away! You say that Harry and Ron and Ginny and I have all been treated like crap, but what you're doing isn't any different."
"What exactly do you think I'm doing, Hermione?"
Hermione sighed in frustration. "I don't even know, anymore. I just want to know why you don't talk to me anymore -"
"I've just been tired, Hermione -"
" - and try to avoid me -"
"It's - it's for your own good."
Hermione stared, open-mouthed, at Tonks, stunned speechless for perhaps the first time in her life. "'For my own good'?" she finally repeated. She shook her head. "Well, I'm glad to know that, like everyone else in this house, you've mastered hypocrisy."
"Hermione -"
"I don't want to hear it," Hermione snapped. Her voice was shaky and her eyes glistened. "You want to protect me. Thanks for finally telling me so I know where exactly we stand. I thought we were friends, Tonks, but I'm glad I know that I'm just another bratty kid underfoot for you."
"That's not fair-"
"Life isn't fair," Hermione retorted.
"There are - things - you don't need to know, Hermione. I know that might be hard to believe but sometimes secrets are a good thing!"
"Since when? Every time secrets get kept around here, someone ends up dying. And maybe you could rationalize secrets when I was younger, but in case you haven't noticed, Tonks, I'm an adult. I can handle myself, and I can keep myself safer if I know exactly what's going on!"
A tiny, rational part of Tonks' mind knew she needed to leave the room. Training sessions with the ministry's Human Resources department told her that when tensions were high, sometimes the best way to diffuse the situation was to leave and come back to the topic when everyone was less emotional.
But that rational part of Tonks' brain was, in fact, very small at the moment. The more Hermione shouted the angrier Tonks herself got, even though she knew that was the least-rational response possible in this situation.
So instead of taking steps to diffuse the tension, she simply stepped forward and planted a fierce kiss on Hermione's lips.
Hermione stood frozen for a second before she pushed Tonks away. "What the hell was that?"
Rational thought came flooding back to Tonks. "Hermione, I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" she was tripping over her words to come up with a suitable apology, but Hermione wasn't listening.
"A kiss doesn't make bad things disappear, Tonks. That isn't a fucking answer to anything I've been saying to you."
Tonks stood with her mouth slightly agape. "So - you're still mad. But not about the kiss?"
"I'll get to the kiss later. Right now I still want answers."
"That was my answer!" Tonks exclaimed. "You're awfully thick when it comes to stuff like this, Hermione. I've been avoiding you because it's inappropriate for me to like you." She began listening to her rational thoughts again and tried to push past Hermione. She needed to leave, to get out of this situation before -
Hermione grabbed Tonks' arm as she tried to pass. "You can't leave."
"Watch me," Tonks snarled.
Hermione grabbed Tonks' other arm and put all of her weight into pushing Tonks back against the door. "I'm not as thick as you think, Tonks," she hissed. "I get what you're saying, I understand it perfectly. However, I don't really care right now." This time, Hermione initiated the kiss.
Tonks returned it for a moment before she began to struggle to break free from the kiss and Hermione's hold. "Hermione, we can't do this. We should talk-" she managed to say before Hermione had captured her lips again.
"I don't want to talk," Hermione whispered in Tonks' ear after another minute of kissing. "I'm tired of being good and being on the outside of everything." She kissed and nibbled at Tonks' earlobe.
Tonks leaned her head back against the door, closing her eyes and moaning in arousal and frustration as Hermione continued to explore Tonks' exposed neck. Her hands were still wrapped firmly around Tonks' forearms, stifling most of the auror's movement. Tonks was helpless, held firm under the younger woman's grasp.
That didn't sit well with her. If there was one thing Tonks disliked, it was being under someone else's control.
She used a combination of surprise, larger size, and ministry defense training to break Hermione's firm grip on her arms. As Hermione let out a soft cry of surprise, Tonks quickly had their positions reversed - Hermione pinned with her back against the bathroom door, her arms over her head and the cold metal knob pushing into the small of her back. Now it was Tonks who took the initiative, kissing at the side of Hermione's neck, biting the sensitive skin with sharp teeth, eliciting an intake of breath from Hermione with every mouthful.
Tonks kept kissing lower, working her way down the front of Hermione's thin T-shirt. She held both of Hermione's wrists in one hand while she used the other to force the soft fabric up, exposing Hermione's pert, bra-covered breasts. Hermione struggled slightly as she felt Tonks' hot breath against her sensitive skin. It had been ages since anyone aside from herself had touched them.
"Is this what you wanted?" Tonks asked before using her teeth to drag down the left cup of Hermione's soft white bra.
Hermione moaned slightly as she answered "Yes." She thrust her chest out to allow Tonks to take the hardening nipple into her mouth. Tonks was all too happy to oblige.
Convinced that Hermione wasn't going anywhere, Tonks freed Hermione's arms so she could use both hands on the younger woman's breasts. She pulled the bra down farther and alternated ravishing each nipple with her mouth and hand. Hermione wrapped her fingers in Tonks' short, pink hair as she moaned at the unaccustomed attention.
Tonks abruptly stopped her ministrations and clamped a hand tightly over Hermione's mouth. "Do you want to have half the house in here watching us?"
Hermione smirked, feeling adventurous. "Maybe," she whispered against Tonks' hand before she bit at it.
Tonks grabbed an unused washcloth and held it against Hermione's mouth. "Bite into this when you're about to get loud," she whispered as she led Hermione away from the door, now leaning her against the counter. It wasn't far, as it wasn't a very big bathroom to begin with, but at least someone passing in the hall was less likely to immediately guess what was going on behind the closed door.
Hermione took advantage in the break in the action to start clawing at the back of Tonks' shirt, trying to pull it up over the auror's head. Tonks quickly shrugged out of it on her own, taking a moment to lift Hermione's off completely as well before she returned her mouth to Hermione's taught nipples and moved one hand down to the waist of her jeans.
Hermione was squirming, but was biting her lower lip to keep from becoming too loud. She moved one hand from Tonks' hair down to her breasts, slipping a cool hand inside the bra to fondle the small breasts.
Tonks hastily started to pull at Hermione's jeans, forcing the button open with some difficulty before unzipping them and pulling them down Hermione's thighs. Goosebumps quickly appeared on the sensitive flesh of her legs in the chill of the bathroom. While she still kept her mouth attached to Hermione's nipples, Tonks' hands were now occupied with Hermione's wet cunt.
A shiver went through Hermione at Tonks' first touch, through the thin cotton of her knickers, searching out her aching clit. Hermione put her hands behind her to support herself on the counter as she thrust out her hips to give Tonks better access. "Oh, yes," she whispered as Tonks found it and began rubbing it intensely. "Yes, yes, yes," she continued to mutter, quietly, under her breath.
Desperate for more, Tonks quickly shoved Hermione farther back onto the counter, lifting her hips so Hermione was sitting on it. She pulled roughly at the knickers, Hermione again lifting her hips to speed up the process, until Tonks had pulled them down far enough to expose Hermione's pussy. Without hesitating, Tonks lowered her head between Hermione's legs, her tongue viciously lapping at the exposed clit.
Hermione nearly jumped off the counter at the first assault of Tonks' tongue. She quickly grabbed the washcloth Tonks had given her and brought it to her mouth to muffle the moans she could no longer contain.
Assured that her attentions were wanted, Tonks began a new assault on Hermione. While her mouth was still surrounding her tender clit, Tonks brought a hand down to Hermione's aching cunt and quickly slipped a finger into her wet folds.
"More," Hermione panted quietly, lifting her hips in rhythm as Tonks began to slip her finger in and out of Hermione's cunt. "Fuck me more," she begged.
Tonks slipped a second, then a third finger into Hermione, quickening her pace gradually. Her other hand was kept firmly on Hermione's hip, keeping the younger woman as steady as possible while she licked and fingered her pussy. She kept going until she felt Hermione's body stiffen suddenly, followed by a low, muffled moan. She looked up to see Hermione had the washcloth stuffed halfway into her mouth to stifle the sound of her orgasm.
As the wave of pleasure subsided, Hermione slid off the counter, practically melting into a puddle in front of the still-kneeling Tonks. Her legs slightly weak, Hermione pulled herself onto her hands and knees, walking herself forward as she pushed Tonks back, first taking a few awkward crouching steps before she relented and lay down. Hermione didn't waste time fondling Tonks' breasts or kissing her; she set her attention on removing Tonks' jeans and knickers before her hands started exploring Tonks' pussy - complete with a small thatch of pink hair.
"Oh," Tonks muttered softly at Hermione's first touch. Hermione's fingers were exploring every bit of bare skin they could touch - brushing through the hair, searching out the clit, dipping experimentally into the wet cunt. She'd never done this to anyone else before, but Hermione was nothing if not a quick study. As Hermione lowered her head to beg licking experimentally at Tonks' rapidly swelling clit, Tonks threaded her fingers through Hermione's thick brown hair, forcing her head down slightly and holding the younger woman in the perfect position.
This time, Hermione didn't mind not having complete control over the situation. As Tonks held her head steady, Hermione was free to eat Tonks out as fiercely as she wanted to. She buried her nose in the pink pubic hair, inhaling Tonks' scent as she ran her tongue roughly over the engorged clit. Tonks, better at keeping quiet than Hermione had been, signaled her pleasure by pulling harder at Hermione's hair, slightly guiding her to lift her head, or push it further into her cunt, or forcing Hermione to lick lower until her tongue was actually inside Tonks, her wet tongue mixing with Tonks' natural wetness.
Hermione felt a shudder pass through Tonks and felt a rush of pride at having given her first orgasm. But the pride was replaced with a confusion as Tonks relaxed her grip on Hermione's hair; now what?
That question was answered when there was a knock on the door.
Hermione yelped quietly and scrambled to gather her far-flung pieces of clothing. Tonks, trained to keep a cool head in tense situations, lunged for the door, pulling up her jeans as she did so, before opening the door a crack.
"Tonks!" Hermione squealed, because not only was Hermione naked, but Tonks was only wearing her bra and jeans.
Tonks playfully rolled her eyes and put on a broad smile for Ginny. "What do you need, Gin?"
Ginny frowned slightly. "Why are you half naked?"
"Cleaning potion spilled all down the front of my shirt," Tonks lied smoothly. "Really, I shouldn't be allowed to be in close quarters with stuff like that. I was just about to send Hermione to my room to get me a new one so no one else has to see my half-starkers."
"Oh," Ginny said, completely taken in by the story. Tonks was notoriously clumsy, after all. "I can grab you one, if you like. But then can I use the shower?"
"Oh, thanks!" Tonks said, her smile broadening. "And of course you can. We haven't gotten to really cleaning it yet, though. The potion has to be re-made. I really screwed things up."
"What else is new?" Ginny said, but then her eyes widened as she realized just what, exactly, she had said. "Oh, no, Tonks! Not about - I meant the shower being dirty. I mean, with all the people that use it, it's impossible to keep - oh, I'm sorry!"
Tonks laughed gently. "Don't worry, Gin. I get it."
"And I'll get you a shirt," Ginny assured Tonks before hurrying down the hall.
When Tonks closed the door and turned around, she found Hermione fully dressed, her mouth slightly open in awe at the way Tonks had handled that situation.
"Quick, spill some water or something, make it look like we tried to do something productive in here," Tonks whispered. Hermione filled a bucket with some water before slopping the water on the floor and dropping some rags as well. Tonks put her (perfectly clean) shirt in the sink and filled it with soapy water.
Another knock on the door signaled Ginny's return, with Tonks' favorite Weird Sisters T-shirt. She slipped it through the door to Tonks, who said, "Thanks, we'll be out in just a minute. Need to gather our supplies, you know." She closed the door and as she pulled her shirt over her head she whispered to Hermione, "Still mad at me?"
"I don't know how you can think about that at a time like this!" Hermione hissed back.
"Not an answer," Tonks replied as she laid a towel over the damp floor and grabbed a sponge and bucket.
"Well - no!" Hermione said as she picked up her own supplies. "But -"
"We'll talk later."
"Later?"
Tonks shot Hermione a meaningful look, one laden with reproach and lust and apologies and a million other emotions Hermione couldn't identify at the moment. "Later," she repeated as she opened the door to reveal Ginny, still waiting for her shower. "Enjoy your grimy-as-ever shower!"
Ginny laughed, clearly still self-conscious about her verbal blunder. "I'm sorry for interrupting-"
"Don't worry about it," Tonks assured her. "It's nothing we can't do at a later time," she added with a wink for Hermione.