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Entry tags: | harry potter, harry/tonks, nymphadora tonks |
[FIC] Undercover Discoveries: Harry/Tonks
Originally Posted Here on 7 August 2006
Title: Undercover Discoveries
Recipient: melusinahp
Author: browneydweasley
Pairing: Harry/Tonks
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: A very special thank you to my fantastic beta team: indie_v, satindolls, strider, felicity bugeroff, and percyshagbottom!!
Harry walked a long time in the darkness, trying to put as much distance as he could between himself and Ron and Hermione, who were back at the magical tent. Before they had left last summer, Harry had splurged, insisting on a tent similar to the ones they had used at the World Quidditch cup. Not knowing where they would find themselves on the hunt for Horcruxes, having a decent place to sleep each night had made a lot of sense. But right now, nothing made sense, especially the comfort of his mates. He felt so incredibly angry; he wished he hadn’t made it so easy for them. He just wondered now how everything would change—since he had discovered that his two best friends were keeping things from him.
Everything had changed so quickly, he thought. Tonight, woken from a particularly nice dream of Ginny by the mess he had made all over the sheets, Harry saw, a bit to his relief, that Ron was missing from his cot in the room they shared. Not finding him in the tent, he ran outside. Ron was nowhere to be found. In a panic, he re-entered the tent and automatically thought to wake Hermione. Pulling back the curtain, he saw Ron and Hermione, naked, spooned together, and breathing rhythmically in time with one another. He had to admit, they were beautiful together. Hermione’s head fit just perfectly under Ron’s chin, and Ron’s right arm draped over Hermione’s bare breasts protectively, so that Harry could only glimpse the slight curvature of their fullness. Ron’s long legs cradled Hermione’s small ones and his bent knees made hers do so as well, hiding the intimacy between her thighs.
Ron and Hermione now shared something that he was excluded from and even worse, they were hiding it from him. How dare they do that in our tent and not even tell me? Harry thought, as he seethed in silence. He knew he was being irrational. He recognized how ridiculous these thoughts were. But he also knew he was furious, and he needed to sort all of this out somehow. His thoughts drifted back to Ginny, and his anger turned to guilt. For the first time since they had left, Harry began to understand why Ginny had been so upset when he insisted she stay behind. She must be feeling so alone and excluded, he thought. What a prat he was to leave her behind when they both ached for one another so desperately. But he had no alternative. Molly Weasley may have let Ron come along because she had no other choice, but allowing Ginny to join them, that was a completely different matter.
Sleepless, Harry felt frustrated, curious, and downright lonely as he walked the glen, trying to understand what to do with his new discovery. The humiliation from his own lack of experience coupled with his friends’ obvious display of knowledge seared through him, and he felt like the biggest git in the entirety of England. Sure, he gained a lot of experience with Ginny in those few beautiful weeks before Dumbledore was murdered, but to actually know what was going on behind the tent curtain in Hermione’s room…well, he really wanted to know exactly what all the mystery was about. With Ginny, he’d seen her topless and relished discovering how touching, kissing, and nibbling at certain parts made her mewl with delight. She loved his kisses in the hollow of her neck, the soft bites he would make on her earlobes, the feather-light brush of the tip of his tongue to the peaks of her nipples. He remained oblivious, however, to the mysteries lying beneath the coarse ginger curls, that he had just begun to explore when everything changed. He throbbed with wonder at the imagined feelings of her slick wetness around his cock, and what it would be like to feel her completely surround him. He desperately wanted the thing that Ron and Hermione had, and at the moment, he hated them for it.
A stroll outside, fresh air and a good wank should take care of things, he thought dryly. The full moon gleamed overhead, and the honest smells of the dank earth and high summer filled his nostrils. But Harry startled from his thoughts. In the distance, at the ridge of a knoll, he saw a figure sitting at a campfire. There were two tents, and one person sitting on what appeared to be a log, back toward him, and facing the fire. Harry drew his wand close and crept quietly toward the scene. They were in the middle nowhere, miles from the nearest village. His heart pounded and his breath hitched. At least his scar did not burn, so at worst it was Death Eaters. At best, he just hoped he would not be discovered. Another article in The Daily Prophet speculating on his whereabouts would be about as helpful as a gaggle of blast ended skrewts.
Silently ascending the hill, Harry stopped short, just behind the camper when he heard a branch crack under his left foot. He winced at the sound, but was surprised to hear a familiar voice call out.
“Wotcher, Harry!”
“Tonks?” Harry muttered in disbelief. “What in the name of Merlin’s beard are you doing here?”
“I should ask the same of you,” she grinned. Despite his surprise at seeing her, Harry could not help noticing her Muggle outfit of a tight, white T-shirt and ripped jeans. Her knowing smile acknowledged his observation. “But then, I know why you’re here.”
“You do?” Harry choked out.
“Of course, I do, Harry. The entire Order knows you’re hunting Voldemort. We just don’t know why now and how you’re going about it, that’s all.”
Harry sighed with relief at realizing their mission was still secret. “I just made a promise to Dumbledore, that’s all,” Harry began his excuses.
“I understand, mate,” Tonks reassured him. “No questions, tonight, all right? Would you like to join me for a while? I’d be glad for a bit of company.”
“Sure,” Harry replied as Tonks motioned them to sit down near the fire. Taking the bottle of butterbeer she offered, Harry asked again, “So what are you doing out here, and who’s with you?” Harry nodded toward the two tents.
“Can’t tell you, mate,” Tonks said, swallowing a gulp from her bottle. You see I’ve made a few promises myself. But Moody’s with me, and we’re on business for the Order. It’s my night for watch, so he turned in hours ago.”
“Hmm…” Harry shrugged his shoulders in recognition. “Everything all right, though, yeah?” Harry took a swig from the bottle as he looked at Tonks inquisitively.
“Fine, oh fine, really.” Tonks watched Harry’s expression of surprise and began laughing.
“This is not butterbeer is it?”
“No,” she said smugly, “It’s an adult beverage. Seeing as you’re of age now,” she said, unabashedly looking him up and down, “I reckon it’s all right for you to branch out a little.”
Harry looked back at her with an impish grin. He grew a bit uncomfortable, though, as her eyes narrowed and her expression seemed almost predatory.
“Well, I confessed to being on watch tonight,” Tonks said, “But what’s got you traipsing around in the middle of the night. I think it’s about…”
“Two in the morning,” Harry sighed. “Yeah.”
“All right, Potter, spill it. I don’t need to know what you’re up to, but I would like to know what you think you’re doing out here in the dark, wandering around alone. Didn’t I teach you better? Even Aurors always have back up.”
“Yeah, well it seems my ‘back up’ is a bit preoccupied at the moment.” He couldn’t believe those words had just spilled out of his mouth.
“I figured as much,” Tonks said nonchalantly, taking another drink.
“Whaaa?” Harry stammered. “I mean, I just saw them tonight, and well, I, uh…you know…”
“Needed to get some fresh air?” she offered coyly with a flirtatious wink. Harry gaped at her in silence. A few seconds passed as the crickets’ songs surrounded them. “So, uhmm…I’m just curious, Harry. What exactly did you see tonight that’s got you so hot and bothered?”
“Enough,” he spat. “Dunno how I’m going to face them tomorrow, really.”
“Well, my advice is don’t think about it. You know, they’ve been at it for months. They won’t know a thing.”
“Months? What in the hell are you talking about Tonks? I’ve been living with them, and, well…I would know if they were…” Harry sputtered trying to verbalize the image of Ron and Hermione’s naked bodies, lying contentedly post coital in bed.
“Shagging?” A pink eyebrow shot up in query. She began laughing. “I know I shouldn’t be telling you this, and well, Molly would kill me if anyone found out…”
“Spill it, Tonks,” he repeated her words.
“Do you know how I got Molly Weasley to calm down about the three of you going off like you did?” Harry looked at Tonks expectantly. “I put a type of tracking spell on Ron. The agreement was, I promised to intervene and alert The Order if any of you were in serious danger, but otherwise, I would not reveal your specific location or activities.”
“Tonks!” Harry swore. “How could you do that? I can’t believe you would—“
“Hey, wait a minute. Don’t get your wand in a knot. You ought to be thanking me. Didn’t it ever cross your mind how you got Ron out of the Burrow without Molly hexing you into next year? And just for your information, I tried to get Ginny out for you, but, well…Ron was the best I could manage.”
“Bloody hell, Tonks!” Harry shouted as he began storming around the fire. “I didn’t ask for your help. You’ve been tailing us since last summer?”
“Just appeasing Molly so you three could take care of business with Voldemort,” she said sternly.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair as he sat back down next to Tonks. “But then how did you know about Ron and Hermione?”
Tonks sighed. “Well, you’d have to be blind, or at least pretty nearsighted,” she stroked Harry’s thigh and smirked, “Not to see the heat between them when they look at each other. And the tracking device I used is highly specific. He’s been in Hermione’s bed almost every night since September.”
Harry shook his head in disbelief. “So why did you try to convince Molly to let Ginny come with us? You know, I broke things off with her. It’s not like I wanted her here.”
“Bullshit. You noble gits are all alike,” she spat. “You don’t want Ginny here, my arse.” It was Tonks’s turn to get up and pace around the fire. “After watching the two of you at Hogwarts a year ago…she’s the only reason you’re fighting this war, Harry. Don’t you dare think I don’t know a thing or two about being in love and being in an impossible situation!”
Harry sat in silence for a moment. He had been so caught up in his own miseries to consider the troubles of Tonks and Lupin. “So how is Professor Lupin?” Harry asked quietly.
“Dunno,” Tonks said flatly. “Haven’t heard from him in months.”
“But I though you and he…I mean, at the wedding you seemed so…happy,” Harry said, looking at her expectantly.
“Noble, fucking git,” she said, tossing a wooden shard into the fire. “Chucked me, right after the lot of you left. Said he couldn’t bear the thought of putting me in danger. That I deserved better than the life he could offer me.” Tonks stared at the flames silently. “What is it with you fuck-wits, that you think you have the responsibility for other people’s lives?” Tonks turned to face Harry, her eyes blazing.
Harry held her stare. Although he knew he should feel the sting of her reprimand, the playfulness in her voice suggested a tacit approval. Harry looked away as he felt the stiffening in his trousers. His face and ears began to burn, and his breath became shallow. Standing there wide-eyed with mouth agape, he prayed the darkness hid the undeniable evidence of his thoughts.
“Oh, bloody hell, Harry,” Tonks sighed with a knowing look.
Barely able to catch his breath, almost unable to speak, Harry muttered something unintelligible. He licked his lips absently, as he unsuccessfully willed the blood back to his brain from his groin.
Tonks tilted her head, watching his pained expression. “You know, you’re absolutely irresistible when you do that, don’t you?”
“Do what?” he choked.
“Sweet Merlin,” Tonks swore. “You are trying to kill me aren’t you?” Tonks sighed with a wistful smile, as she brushed the fringe away from his face. “If only I were sixteen again… “
Her touch was soft, and the feel of her fingers seemed to soothe the burn scorching through his body. He couldn’t think, he could only feel. Harry’s throat tightened as his brain tried to form a coherent thought.
The silence between them grew as they stood, eyes never leaving each other. Tonks broke the quiet with a small chuckle. “I heard you have a thing for red heads. Does pink count, do you suppose?” She waggled her eyebrows for emphasis.
Harry startled at her question, confused by the return of her playful tone.
“That’s one of the many advantages of being a metamorhagus. I can change it at will to suit any occasion, you know.” Tonks laughed and shook her head, as she turned away from him to move toward the fire.
Just as if he were reaching out to grab the snitch, Harry instinctively stretched forward, trying to keep her from turning away. The force of his grasp caused her to pitch towards him. Trying to regain her balance, Tonks spilled the rest of her drink down her shirt, as she fell to the ground, pinning Harry squarely beneath her.
“Oh, gods, Harry,” she yelped. “I’m so sorry—“
Harry, despite having the wind just knocked completely from his chest, pushed his erection into her thigh, and said slowly, “I’m not."
The wet T-shirt now revealed not only the curves, but the dark hardened peaks of her breasts. “Happy accident, then?” she smiled. Before giving him time to answer, she pushed back toward him and traced the outline of his ear with the tip of her tongue. “I know how to make you happy, Harry—very happy. If you’ll let me,” she breathed.
Needing no further encouragement, Harry lurched forward pressing his mouth to hers, and running his hands up the back her shirt. Their kisses were rough and forceful, both of them searching the other for something they did not quite understand. Harry smiled at the absence of Tonks’s bra and between kisses, demanded, “Got to get this off…wet…need to feel you.”
Tonks unlaced her hands from Harry’s messy black hair to allow him to pull off her shirt in one fluid motion. She pulled at the hem of his own, and he eagerly rose up, helping her remove the remaining fabric between them. The movement allowed Harry to force Tonks on to her back, and she looked up at him with a surprised smile. “Oh, is this is how it’s going to be?” she panted with a grin. He forced the smile from her lips with another kiss.
Breathing hard, Harry moved from her mouth to her neck, biting and sucking as he made his way to her collar bone and chest. His hand was circling her nipples, and she moaned as he pressed the firm, dark flesh between his fingers. Tonks gasped as he brought a nipple into his mouth, and he sucked and lapped, relishing the way it grew harder with every new attention he bestowed.
Harry jerked involuntarily, as Tonks adroitly unbuttoned his trousers and slowly eased the zippered fly down. She ran her hands along the waistband, moved them underneath his boxers, and caressed his bum with firm, urgent strokes. When she moved her hands back around to free his cock, Harry kicked off his trainers as she pushed his jeans away. The denim slid off easily without obstruction, and Harry sighed as the cool night air swirled around his naked body.
Harry continued nipping and kissing down Tonks’s chest. Her moans determined his direction, but when he began fumbling with the button and zip of her jeans, her silence halted him. Harry looked up and saw the amused expression in her eyes. “Blimey, Harry,” she said panting. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
“Well, um…I, er…” Tonks laughed deeply, and Harry could feel himself blush at her accusation, correct as it was.
“Lovely,” she sighed, no longer laughing. “Absolutely, lovely.” She stared at Harry’s bare chest and arms, and ran her hand gently along their well defined muscles. “Well, I suppose this calls for a little change in plans.” Before he could react, Tonks pushed him to his back, and pinned him to the ground. “As this is a special occasion,” she murmured, kissing the delicate skin behind his ear, “You get an extra bonus treat. Now just relax,” she said, gingerly taking his earlobes between her teeth. “Do you trust me?”
“Completely,” he croaked, frightened yet completely aroused by what he had just gotten himself into. Tonks sat back on her knees and grabbed her wand. Directing it toward his arms, she said something he could not quite hear. He then felt his arms fly up over his head and his wrists pushed together, some sort of binding around them. He looked at Tonks, who seemed completely amused at his position. His uncertainty began to melt however, as he watched her position herself between his outstretched legs. She stretched her arms over her head, presenting an enticing view of her breasts. He moved to touch them, but was reminded of his bonds instead. “Why are you…” Harry began.
“Shhhh,” Tonks purred. “This is for you, Harry,” she smiled wickedly, and gently ran her fingers along his inner thigh. She kissed him again, but this time, instead of urgency, there was tenderness. Systematically, she made her way along his jaw line, neck, and then to his nipples. As her lips surrounded his delicate tissue, Harry gasped at her hand, caressing his sac. She fondled each testicle, and pressed ever so firmly on the ridge between and just underneath. Wanting to touch her back, yet restrained as he was, was maddening. He did the only thing he could—draw up his knees, and allow her more access.
Apparently, she approved. Tonks glided her tongue down the middle of his chest, through the downy soft hair toward his navel... Harry’s hips bucked forward as the heat of her mouth teased the head of his cock. But Tonks moved below, and he whimpered as she nipped at the loose skin of his scrotum. Languorously, she rolled a testicle into her mouth with her tongue. Laving it around in her mouth, Harry felt her lips close slightly around the exquisitely sensitive orb, and his whimper turned into a moan, as she sucked gently. She repeated the action with the other testicle, and Harry cried out, unsure if from pleasure or pain.
With the tip of her nose, she slid up the underbelly of his cock, stopping short at the head. Harry looked down to see her hesitation, and saw her gazing intently on his member. “Bloody hell, Harry,” she breathed. “If you didn’t get sorted into Syltherin with this, I don’t know who could.” Before he had time to respond, he felt her lips fold around the head. Slowly, teasingly, she inched over him, stopping just below the ridge. Harry’s head felt like it was going to disengage from his shoulders, as she alternatively sucked and moved her tongue around the rim. It could have been hours or minutes, Harry could not tell. Tonks’s expert maneuvers had him completely around the twist. He could feel the strokes of her hand along his shaft, and when she focused her tongue along bundle of tissue at the junction of the head and shaft, Tonks once more stopped. Harry begged her to continue, but his cries only seemed to dissuade her. Gazing into his eyes, with her own narrowed pair, she shook her head. “For fuck’s sake Harry…what are you trying to do…get us attacked?”
Harry stared at her blankly. “Sweet Merlin, that’s making me so wet I can hardly take it, but you can’t go calling out to all the snakes in the neighborhood!” she continued. “Cut it out, OK?”
Harry nodded eagerly, anxious to do anything to make Tonks continue. She could have asked him to kiss Voldemort at that moment, and he would have seriously considered it, if it would make her resume her activities. To Harry’s great relief, Tonks once again brought her lips around him, and he moaned. This time, however, she did not stop at the head. Instead, she continued sliding down his shaft with her lips. Her hands caressed his balls, and when she reached the base, she swallowed. The back of her throat tightened around him, and his entire body began shaking involuntarily. The world grew black around him and he helplessly emptied himself into her.
From beneath heavily lidded eyes, Harry peered up at Tonks. She was lying on her side, head cradled in her hand, and wearing a very smug, self-satisfied look on her face. “That was….amazing,” Harry mumbled, almost afraid to make eye contact. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Thank you, works pretty well,” she shrugged, taking a drink from the bottle she had spilled all over them earlier. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know I certainly did.”
“You did?” Harry asked incredulously. Tonks raised a pink eyebrow. “Well, I mean, it’s just…”
“It’s just what?” Tonks interrupted coyly.
Harry shifted on his side to face her, covering his bits with his leg as casually as possible. “It’s just, well, it seems to me that, well…I didn’t do anything to please you. You know, the way you had me bound and all.”
Tonks laughed at Harry’s observation, while he tried not to stare at the fabulous way her breasts jiggled when she laughed. “Oh, he’s a gentleman, it seems!” Tonks continued to laugh. “No Harry, I’m sorry.” Tonks’s tone became much softer. “You’ll have to forgive me. It’s the Auror thing, I think. Anyway, I have control issues. It drives Remus nuts. I really am a pain in the arse to have as a lover, not to mention a girlfriend. Poor Remus,” Tonks sighed wistfully. Harry smiled politely, silently aware he had just heard something that was just a bit too much information. “Oh, dear, I’m rambling, aren’t I?” Tonks seemed encouraged to continue as she saw Harry’s grin. “Well, when it came to you getting me undressed, it just seemed pretty obvious that you’d never done anything like this before.”
“That obvious, huh?”
“I found it adorable, to tell you the truth,” Tonks giggled. “So, with that in mind, and having had a little bit of experience with this sort of thing myself, I thought I needed to take matters in my own hands, if you will.”
“Really?” he replied quizzically.
“Well, it’s just…how do I say this with all due respect….randy, eighteen year old wizards don’t usually need too much encouragement to satisfy their urges. And well, twenty four year old witches need a little time to catch up, that’s all. And considering the fact that you’re pretty clueless on how the later part works, well, let’s just say, I figured we needed to get you attended to first. That way, you’ll be all nice and ready for part three.”
“Part three?” Harry asked.
Tonks waggled her eyebrows knowingly. “Part three,” she confirmed. “Which means, we are now ready for part two.” Tonks grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pulled Harry into a needy kiss. As their tongues battled, Harry moved his hands to Tonks’s breasts. She moaned with approval of his technique, and unbuttoned her own jeans, kicking them off as she writhed beneath Harry’s touch.
“Here,” she breathed, as she moved Harry’s hand to the wet fabric between her thighs. “This means you’re doing a good job. Now, let’s get rid of these damned things.” She moved Harry’s hand to the top of the thin, lacy waistband above her bum. She coaxed him to run his hand along her skin, and as she wiggled toward him, the wisp of satin was tossed aside.
Tonks moved to lie directly on her back. From his side, Harry openly admired her nakedness and returned to caressing the more familiar and safer territory of her neck and breasts. “As much as I love what you’re doing,” Tonks breathed, “We’re not going to get anywhere if we don’t move you a bit further south.” Harry swallowed hard. He and Ginny had never gone below the waist, and although he’d heard plenty of locker room innuendos, he had no idea what to do between a pair of creamy feminine thighs.
“You know, I think you might be a natural at this,” Tonks encouraged, placing his hand atop her coarse pink mound. “It is a lot like flying, after all. First you grip the broom like so…” She pressed his fingers into her wet folds. They gasped simultaneously at the delicious sensation. “Then you want to feel around the broom for the right placement.” Harry ran his fingers, timidly at first then with more confidence, along her lips and toward her center. “And then,” she breathed, “You want to put your fingers just so.” Harry felt a small nub she had guided him to and he pushed enthusiastically into the spot. “Perhaps a bit more gently,” she squeaked. Harry drew back his hand as if stung. Tonks never squeaked, and he wondered if he had damaged her beyond repair. Apparently disapproving of his absence, Tonks guided his hand back to the spot and moved his middle finger gingerly. “Maybe a bit more like this, yeah?” she coaxed. Feeling her hips thrust slowly up to meet his hand, Harry circled her clit and relaxed a little as her breathing became more labored.
“Mmm…yes….yes,” she gasped as Harry quickened the speed of his fingers. Then, with a firm upward thrust of her hips, she moved his hand again, plunging his finger into her center. “Ah…yes…more,” she moaned, and without hesitation, Harry added a second to her tight wetness. Harry felt as if she were trying to devour his entire hand as her hips rose up to meet him. “Sweet Merlin,” she swore. “I need you, Harry…now!”
Before he could realize what happened, Tonks had pushed him away, onto his back, and sat straddling his thighs. “So fucking hot,” she moaned as she stroked his chest with both hands. Harry’s thoughts echoed her words, feasting upon the curve of her shoulders, the rise of her breasts, and the roundness of her belly. Tonks stroked his cock, murmuring in his ear, “I’ve waited a long time for this, Harry. I’ve been watching you...just hoping you’d come around sometime. Are you sure you want this?”
“Part three?” he panted, his voice cracking.
“Mmhmm.” She licked the inside of his ear as she added, “No regrets?”
He heard his voice repeat her words, but had no idea from where they came. All he could feel was her body deliciously pressing into him, her warm, wet mouth on his, and her hands stroking his cock and bringing him closer to…her.
Suddenly, the entire world was laser focused on one fantastic place. She was around him and above him and below him all at the same time. She was tight, and wet, and hot, and a million other sensations, too much for his brain to sort into distinct descriptions. Involuntarily, he lurched up to meet her, and each movement was harder and deeper than the next. His tongue forced through her lips, pushing himself into every crevice of her, and her primal cries only spurred him to push further on into her lusciousness.
Harry felt Tonks’s entire body began to shake wildly, and he wrapped his legs around her, heels digging into her arse as he held her even more tightly. He was so close…so bloody, fucking close as he pounded into her writhing frame. “Uuuuuuaaaaaaaooooo!” she screamed in a voice that sounded more animal than human. Tonks spasmed around him, and the exquitisitely delicious sensation sent him over the edge. The light behind his eyes was beyond words, and suddenly Harry felt the delicious release of everthing—his frustration, his jealously, his anger, and his fear. As his heart rate slowed and his breath became more regular, Harry felt waves of easiness overtake him. For a few, small, fantastic moments, he was the most contented man on earth as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
“Wotcher, Harry!” Tonks said softly after several minutes. Harry shook himself and opened his eyes, finding hers with a clouded expression. “You all right?” she asked simply.
“Bloody fantastic,” he croaked, embarrassed at the sound of his own voice cracking. “That was…I mean, you were…amazing.”
“Not so bad yourself, Potter,” she grinned, running her finger along the hairline down the middle of his chest. “I think you are a natural, after all.”
“Tonks,” Harry coughed shyly. “Did I make you…well, what I mean is, well…that thing you did…was that…I mean I’ve never…”
“Did you make me come, Harry?” Tonks’s Cheshire cat grin was stirring an erection again. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”
Harry stared at the way her hips curved as she lay on her side looking down at him. “Well…yeah…” he said avoiding her eyes.
Tonks threw back her head and laughed. “Merlin, you are so irresistible, you know that?” Her laughter faded and she leaned toward him. “And the answer is yes, Harry. That would be a definite yes. You know, you really are an amazing wizard…in more ways than one.”
Harry felt himself blush as the definite strain of an erection caused him to wonder how to initiate an encore performance. Harry pulled Tonks into a kiss and settled himself against her. “Tonks,” Harry breathed. “I think I…”
Tonks jerked away quickly. “Don’t say it, Harry. Don’t even think it. Don’t go and ruin this!” she warned.
Harry knew she was right. He had been caught. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. “It’s just well, I thought…”
Tonks ran her hand through his even more than usually messy hair. “It’s all right, OK? You’re a wonderful wizard, Harry. I mean that. But just remember, we’ve both got a job to do.” Tonks turned away and began gathering her clothing as Harry’s mind clicked into place like a well oiled clock.
“You’ve been tailing us, haven’t you? That’s what your secret mission from the Order is really about, isn’t it? The Order doesn’t trust us…doesn’t trust me, and you’ve been sent out to keep an eye on us!” Harry felt as if his earlier betrayal had just been bested. How dare she treat me like this? He thought. “The tracking spell you put on Ron is the secret mission you’re on!”
“Look Harry,” Tonks began. “Rule number one in Auror training. You always have back up. Have I bothered you before tonight? And as I recall, you came looking for something and found me. Even now, have I once asked what it is you are doing exactly? And why in the hell, do you think those Death Eaters gave up so easily when they attacked two nights ago? And what about the attack three weeks ago, and all the ones before that, huh? You are in the Order now, and we take care of each other.”
“Is that what you call fucking me tonight, Tonks?” Harry spat. “Is it?”
Tonks sighed heavily, as she adjusted her T-shirt over her jeans. “Here, put your clothes back on, Harry,” she said, tossing his T-shirt and boxers back to him. He began to dress, eyeing her angrily. “Harry, what happened tonight was…wonderful. Plain and simple. And perhaps sleeping with you was not in the particulars of this assignment, but it’s what you needed tonight, and it’s what I needed tonight. You more than anyone should understand what’s at stake here. We know you’ve got to destroy Voldemort, and whatever it takes to make that happen then, well…that becomes my job.”
“I don’t need a babysitter,” Harry raged.
“No…I don’t think you do,” Tonks said huskily as she eyed him up and down with a feral look. “But everyone needs friends, Harry. And I’m really glad you’re my friend.”
“Friends?” Harry harrumphed. “That’s an interesting way to put it.” Harry tied the laces of his trainers, turning away from Tonks.
“Look, it’s almost dawn,” Tonks said. The first filmy rays of pink rose up over the horizon. “Your friends are going to worry if they find you missing. You best be going.”
“Right,” Harry said sarcastically.
“Harry,” Tonks sighed, as she grabbed his hand as he began to leave. “I think you’re… lovely. And just remember, no matter what, I’ve always got your back. OK?”
Seeing Tonks with her eyes so full of concern, Harry’s anger melted. Damn, she was so beautiful in such an unconventional sort of way, with her spiky pink hair. The duplicity he had faced tonight, however, caused him to mistrust his feelings. Now he just didn’t know who to trust anymore. Still, looking at her watch him with so much feeling, he squeezed her hand without thinking.
“Thanks, Tonks…for everything. And by the way, I think you’re lovely too.” He smiled sheepishly at his corny reply.
“All right, then,” she smiled. “Now go and kick Voldemort’s arse, will you?”
Harry nodded and quickly disapparated away.