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Chapter List
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Chapter 14:
When Harry arrived back at Grimmauld Place, everyone was still eating breakfast. He felt like he had been gone all day, but on reflection, he had only left the house maybe two hours ago. In the kitchen, Hermione and Ron were conferring over juice and sausage rolls. Harry poked his head inside and they both looked at him expectantly. He grabbed a plate and stacked some sausage rolls onto it and was already eating by the time he sat down. Hermione's mouth was an impatient slash, but Ron just took the opportunity to eat more himself.
"Well?" She asked, tired of waiting.
"We found it." Harry said between mouthfuls.
Ron pumped his fist. "We?" Hermione asked.
"Emmeline Vance was there from the Order. I, uh, ran into her on the road out of town." Harry explained. "We were sort of attacked by Dementors."
"Blimey, mate! Again?" Ron asked in a panic.
Hermione nodded, as if confirming something in her head, then asked, "You're okay, right? You and the person from the Order fought them off without any trouble?"
Harry shrugged. "Not the first time they've come after me. I just don't know what they were doing there in the first place. Umbridge sent the last two, but how could she have known I was in Little Hangleton?"
Hermione steepled her fingers. "Think about it carefully. Did you use any magic before you met up with the other witch?"
Harry paused. He closed his eyes and went back through the morning's events. The careful traveling from place to place to make sure he wasn't followed. Arriving in Little Hangleton by bus, cutting between the houses to get to the road. Cutting. It hit him. He had to cut through the bushes to get out of the area behind the dairy, and just afterward, he had seen the storm cloud.
"I did, yeah." Harry confirmed. "I had to cut away some bushes to get out of a spot where I got stuck."
Hermione's face went grim. "She's still tracking you, then. Any time you're alone, she's going to try and get you out of the way again."
"Why now, though? I've used magic loads of times this Summer." Harry asked in annoyance.
Hermione bit her lip. "We can only guess, of course. I think it must be because you were completely alone. She doesn't want any witnesses. Which means she isn't trying to get you expelled, Harry. She's trying to get you killed. She had no idea a member of the Order would be there. She thought she had you cornered and all by yourself."
"So that's why he didn't get any letters from the Ministry," Ron said thoughtfully. "She doesn't want to risk him getting away with underage magic unless it's big enough to definitely get him expelled and his wand confiscated."
Harry tossed a sausage roll into the air and tried to catch it in his mouth. It was slightly too large and bounced off his teeth and tumbled across the table. Ron cackled and he gave a victorious grin. "She failed, though, didn't she? She had me cornered, alone, and ambushed, and she still couldn't seal the deal."
Hermione furrowed her brows and frowned. "You have to take this seriously, Harry. She means to kill you. And she has the resources of the Ministry to get it done."
Harry gave her a conciliatory pat on the hand. "Don't worry, Hermione. You said it yourself, she doesn't want any witnesses. Soon we're going to be back at Hogwarts, and I won't have any time to myself for the next nine months. If there's at least one thing we know, it's that she won't last more than a year as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"She won't take this laying down, Harry. You can count on it. She's going to keep trying to get rid of you until one of you is stopped for good." Hermione said seriously.
"Give it a rest, Hermione. Harry made it out this time, and if she tries anything else, he'll make it out again." Ron interjected. He took the fallen sausage roll and lobbed it high in the air. When it came down, Harry caught it between his teeth this time and crammed it whole into his mouth.
"Eibh goddis." Harry said, doughily. And sausagely.
Hermione gave an irritable sigh. "Chew your food, Harry. I can't understand you."
With a mighty gulp, he wolfed down the mouthful and tried again. "I said, I've got this, Hermione. You don't need to worry. I've faced worse than Dolores Umbridge and been okay."
She huffed and changed the subject. "So who is this Emmeline Vance?"
"Oh! You lot wouldn't know, that's right." Ron answered in Harry's place.
"Wait, you know her?" Harry cut in.
"Sure, mate. Everybody does. She represented England at the wig three years in a row. Brought home seventeen golds and five silvers. Best overall performance since 'Fat' Jack Torrini nearly seventy years ago." Ron rattled off in his own private sports world.
"Sorry, the what?" Harry asked.
"The wig!" Ron said, exasperated. "The EARWIG. Honestly, how have you never heard of it? The Euro American Refereed Wizarding Illusion Games."
"So, is that kind of like the Olympics?" Harry asked.
"The what? No idea, mate. It's a magic competition between a bunch of countries. It got popular in the 20s when duelling started to get pretty ugly. People wanted to see good magic that didn't make them want to lose their lunch. The wig is all about illusion events. Tricking the audience or sneaking past a trained team of wizards, stuff like that. Fat Jack was a legend. He created a fake road, a fake stadium, and a fake audience and tricked the judges there alone with him. They thought he was just refusing to participate until the whole crowd vanished and a stray goat hiding inside the bleachers tried to eat one of the judge's shoes." Ron explained.
"And this Emmeline competed for England?" Hermione asked. "She must be really talented."
"She is. Or she was, at least. That was five or six years ago. No idea what she's been doing since then." Ron shrugged.
Harry was thoughtful. If he hadn't knocked her wand away, it sounded like Emmeline wouldn't have needed any help at all. Somebody that skilled at creating things and making illusions would be worth learning from. He made a mental note to see if she could give him any advice later. It was occurring to him lately just how unimaginative he had been with his magical education. In a world where he could do basically anything with enough practice and reading, he had mostly just stuck to stunning people and disarming them.
"Is she pretty?" Hermione asked without rancor or envy.
"She's-," Harry started.
"Eh, she's okay looking. Nice face, but she's kind of snooty. She should grow her hair out more, too." Ron interrupted.
Hermione gave him a withering look and Harry just laughed. She turned back to him and gestured that he should continue.
"Yeah, she's cute. A bit older than us, though. A little intense, if I'm honest." Harry said.
"Hmm," Hermione murmured, smiling to herself.
"Oh, you will probably be able to see her yourself. I told her to come by here at some point. I'm sure everybody from the Order would like to see her." Harry remembered.
"Yes, you're probably right about that. Do you think she's friends with Tonks? There aren't many young women in the Order." Hermione mused.
"Good question. I should go ask her. They're about the same age, I guess." Harry said.
"Eh? No they're not. Vance is way older." Ron said, looking up from a spot on his hand he was picking.
"She is?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Gotta be. Tonks is younger than Charlie, and Bill was Head Boy when Vance took home her first gold." Ron counted off on his fingers. "She's ancient."
"Heaven's sake, Ronald. Bill isn't even 30 yet. She could be only ten years older than us." Hermione said coolly.
"Like I said. Ancient." Ron shrugged.
Hermione huffed. "Honestly, I don't think you even pay attention to what age anyone is. You just say whatever comes into your head."
"Huh, you're one to talk. Lockhart was just a fourth year, was he?" Ron jabbed.
She flushed red. "That's not fair. Acknowledging that someone is attractive isn't the same as wanting to snog them."
"So that's what all those little parchment slips with 'Hermione Lockhart' and little curly hearts were? Acknowledging?" He countered with a sardonic smile.
Harry was already stepping out into the hallway, and they were too focused on their bickering to notice. He shook his head and went to find Tonks to talk about what he had found and try to make a plan to deal with it. A thought popped into his head, and he kept ascending past the girls' room, past the boys' room, and up to where Buckbeak's makeshift city barn had been created on the top floor. He guessed, correctly, that Sirius would be brooding up there.
With start of term creeping ever nearer, Sirius was getting moody and distant. Harry remembered how badly it had affected him last time, but he was determined that Sirius wouldn't spend so much of the year alone. If he did enough things right, he may just be able to avert disaster. Even though he could feel events still pulling in the same direction they had in the past, he knew that he could change things. After all, he already had.
Sirius was sitting on a stool, running a thick brush through Buckbeak's feathers. "Remembered I was alive, did you?" He asked bitterly.
Harry was hurt. Even though he knew Sirius was just being surly, he felt like he had been doing his best to include everyone in what he had been doing all Summer. He had never anticipated having so many friends that he would struggle to make them all feel appreciated.
Sirius stood and bowed his head in contrition. "I apologize. Don't take me seriously right now. It's always this way when a lad finds a girl. You've got to make sure you take care of her needs first. Trust me, I understand. You should have seen James when he first started dating your mother. I was lucky. I could just spend time with... well, never you mind. Anyway, James and Lily barely left each other's company for years. Until you were born, actually."
Harry smiled. "I'm still sorry. I don't mean to leave anyone out. I feel like my life is completely filled up with women right now. I know Ron has been feeling it as well."
"Nonsense. I'm an adult, I should know better." Sirius said, hangdog.
"Well, it's actually kind of about that I wanted to talk to you," Harry went on, trying to get Sirius out of his gloom.
"Oh?"
"At Hogwarts this year, we won't be allowed to practice defensive magic. Umbridge is afraid we'll use it against the Ministry." Harry revealed.
"That's absurd!" Sirius was aghast.
"It is, and we're not going to stand for it. We're going to do the same thing as last time, except smarter. The students that are interested in learning more defensive magic, we're going to organize and train. Dumbledore's Army." Harry rubbed his thumb into his palm, relishing the idea of fighting back against Umbridge again.
"Good for you! Do you need my help with curriculum and spells?" Sirius perked up, hopeful.
"That part is pretty easy, actually. Most of the students need to start with the very basics. What I really need is more trainers. I'm only one person, and I was stretched pretty thin last time. Which was fine. Except this time around I want to expand. I want to find as many students as possible. When it all comes down to fighting Voldemort and the Death Eaters, I can't leave anyone unprepared."
“I don’t understand. Do you want me to sneak into the castle? I don’t know how I could help train students from here.” Sirius gave him a perplexed stare.
“That’s the thing. There’s a Vanishing Cabinet for sale at Borgin and Burkes, and another at Hogwarts. They’re paired in some way, and you can pass between them. The problem is that the Hogwarts one is broken. It has been for years. In my original time, it took Malfoy almost the whole school year to repair it, but we don’t have that long. I need to figure out a way to get it repaired so that members of the Order can get into Hogwarts undetected, and I need your help.” Harry braced for any of the half dozen reasons why this plan would never work.
“I love it!” Sirius roared, clapping his hands together in excitement. “Right under their noses. Brilliant. First we need to get the one from Borgin and Burkes here so we can study it, though.”
Harry grinned. “So you think we can actually do it?”
“You kidding me? Between the two of us, fixing one busted piece of furniture is no challenge at all.”
As encouraging as the vote of confidence was, Harry couldn’t quite agree. After all, Sirius wouldn’t be able to see the cabinet at all, so he was going to have to rely on Harry to pass accurate information back to him about what he was finding. It seemed like the best case scenario was that it would be merely very complicated.
“I was going to wait, but I may as well just give you this now.” Sirius went to an old rucksack leaning against the wall that Harry hadn’t noticed before. He dug through it, and as he tossed things onto the floor, Harry realized with dull horror that this bag held everything Sirius had carried with him for two years, surviving on the run. Clothes that were little more than rags, a blanket stained with whatever filth he had spent the night laying among.
“Ah ha!” Sirius barked, holding something in the air. Harry recognized it at once, and felt very stupid for having forgotten it. The mirror. Maybe they had a chance at pulling this off after all. He wouldn’t just be able to talk to Sirius in real time, but Sirius would be able to actually see the cabinet as well.
“Of course!” Harry shouted. Sirius looked at him in surprise. “You gave me the mirror in my time as well. I forgot, though. I never used it.” He grimaced in embarrassment. Sirius couldn’t possibly know how much shame he felt over forgetting about the mirror until it was too late.
“Good, I don’t have to explain it, then. James and I used to use these mirrors all the time. Being able to talk while you’re at Hogwarts will be essential if we want to fix your cabinet.”
Harry nodded and accepted the mirror, dropping it into his pocket and placing his hand against the reassuring lump. “Thank you, Sirius. This time, I will use it. I promise.”
“Don’t waste any time. If you want to have most of the year to train them, we’ll need to get it fixed quickly.”
Hesitating for just a moment, Sirius leaned forward and pulled Harry into a bear hug. “It’s going to be alright, lad. We’re going to get it all sorted. I won’t let you down.”
Harry hugged him back gratefully. “You’re right. We’ll pull it off.”
Going over his mental checklist and trying to remember to send an owl to Borgin later, he was lost in his own head and nearly collided with Tonks coming up the stairs the other direction.
“Wotcher, Harry. Thought you were up here. You were looking for me, yeah?” She asked cheerfully.
“Oh, uh, yeah actually. I wanted to talk to you about what we found in Little Hangleton. Can we talk somewhere more private?” Harry glanced around. He doubted anyone would show too much interest in Little Hangleton without knowing more, but it felt like more and more people were being pulled into the horcrux hunt, and a leak was starting to seem inevitable.
She shrugged. “The girls’ room alright with you? It’s just Ginny in there last I checked. You probably wouldn’t mind Hermione or Ariana coming in?”
Harry shook his head and they started back down the stairs, Tonks taking the steps two at a time. When they got to the girls’ room, Ginny was laying on her stomach on the bed, propping up a magazine on the footboard. Harry followed Tonks inside and pulled the door shut behind them. He sat on the edge of Hermione’s bed and she sat next to Ginny, across from him.
“So what’s up, Harry? You learn anything good on your little scouting mission?”
“I did. I found Voldemort’s grandfather’s house. It was hidden, but I don’t think he expected anyone to come looking for it because there weren’t any very powerful charms around it. Not that I could see anyway.”
“This is You-Know-Who we’re talking about. Just because you didn’t see any charms doesn’t mean they aren’t there.” Tonks pointed out.
“Yeah, good point. Either way, though, I know where to search. Now we just have to take enough people there to face whatever traps he has laid to protect the… thing.” Harry finished lamely.
“You still haven’t even told me what we’re looking for. How do you even know it’s there?”
“It’s there. In my original time, Dumbledore found it there, and the curse on it nearly killed him. So that trap at least, we know about.” Harry evaded.
“Hold on, you want us to try and deal with a curse that nearly killed Dumbledore?” Tonks asked in disbelief. “So what, you want us to just decide which of us gets to die for the cause?”
“I don’t know how to deal with that, yet, but as long as we don’t touch it, we should be fine. We know the curse is there, which is more than Dumbledore knew.”
“Okay, but what is it?” Tonks pressed. “It will be a lot easier to not touch a photo of You-Know-Who in his underpants than his hidden pet dragon.”
He sighed. There wasn’t really any good way to avoid it further. “It’s a ring. The ring belonged to his family, and I think it’s… enchanted in a way that helps Voldemort stay alive. I really can’t say more than that, though.”
Tonks accepted her success graciously. “That’s enough to work with for now. Okay, so it’s a ring. We know where it is. Do we know what it looks like? Maybe the old man had a whole jewelry box.”
“I’ve seen it. I know what it looks like. Still, though, I think it’s probably going to be well hidden. We’re going to have to assume it’s not out in the open.”
“Okay, so, magical concealment, check. Unknown curses, check. Are there any Death Eaters guarding it?” Tonks asked sarcastically.
“I think we’ll have some luck there, at least. Emmeline said the only Death Eater posted in the area is Avery, and he doesn’t come anywhere near the shack.”
“Vance is who they posted over there?” Tonks lit up. “Did you ask her for help?”
“Not yet. Do you think we should?” Harry asked uncertainly.
“Merlin, Harry! Of course we should. Never mind that we should bring anybody from the Order that you’re willing to tell, Emmeline Vance is one of the most powerful witches I’ve ever met. She’d give Amelia Bones a run for her money.” Tonks said in exasperation.
“Oh. Well, if you think it’s a good idea, then we can ask her. I’m not sure how she feels about me, though. I’ve been a bit awkward both times I saw her.” Harry admitted.
“Vance is a bit of a black cat, I wouldn’t worry about her. You’d know just fine if she didn’t like you.” Tonks smirked. “Besides, you’re just her type. She likes them tall and noble.”
Ginny giggled from behind her magazine and Harry blushed. “Really? But I’m… I mean she’s so much… Not that I— What I mean is wouldn’t she prefer someone a little more mature?”
Tonks shrugged. “I’d say you’re pretty mature. More mature than plenty of the guys I’ve been with. Daddy.” She added with a wicked smirk. Ginny gave her a swat on the arm and Tonks cackled.
Harry turned red and fell into a coughing fit. It took him several seconds to recover. “Well, I don’t think she sees me like that anyway. I didn’t get any kind of hint that she was attracted to me.”
“She could be practically drooling for your cock and you’d never pick up on it. She plays things very close to the vest. If you really want to know, be physical with her in front of other people. She’s into all those bodice rippers and stuff like that. She likes a dominant man. But not crude. The second you make her feel cheap, she’ll jinx you.”
Trying not to be overly obvious, Harry was committing all of this to memory. “That seems really forward, though. You’re saying just go up and kiss her in front of people?”
Tonks rolled her eyes and Ginny giggled. “Boys have no subtlety, I swear. Don’t kiss her. Just touch her a little. Put a hand on her. If she doesn’t want you touching her, you’ll know in a hurry, trust me.”
Harry had a worried frown. “Anyway, it probably doesn’t matter. I was just curious.”
—s—
Tonks smirked knowingly. “Uh huh. And do I get a present for sating your curiosity? I’ve been such a good girl and not told anyone except sweet little Ginny about our little bout in the alley, but you’ve left me so hungry.”
Harry felt like someone built a campfire in his robes. Heat pooled at his collar and he suddenly needed to sneeze for some reason. “Well, I just thought, you know, that you were with Ginny now. I didn’t think you wanted to, um, do anything else.”
“Ginny is such a wonderfully open-minded girl. Aren’t you, sweetie?” She stroked the copper hair and Ginny purred in approval.
He gulped. The unexpected turn was fogging up his brain, and all he could picture was Tonks on her knees in front of him. The pressure was building in his trousers and his root was struggling against the confining fabric. Tonks noticed and eyed it jealously.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” Tonks asked carefully, sinking sensuously to the floor. Ginny’s magazine now lay ignored across the bed, and her eyes were glued to Harry’s zipper. He gave a distracted nod and stood up, shrugging off his robe.
Harry ran his fingers through Tonks’s hair. The normal bubblegum pink shifted to a redder, more lustful hue. She peered up at him with wide, emerald eyes. Her lips were pouty and glistening in a thick heart where her tongue explored across them. On her knees, the bravado became thin and juvenile. Past it, Harry could see the hopeful, hungry vulnerability swimming through her gaze.
With a thumb, he popped loose the button of his trousers and reached down for her hand. Delicately, he laid it across his zipper and gave her a warm smile. “If you want a present, you have to unwrap it.” His voice was heavy and quiet with control.
Her eyebrows came together and her mouth opened into a small “O”. Grabbing the tab of his zipper between thumb and forefinger, she dragged it down tooth by agonizing tooth. The miniature staccato beat on Harry’s flesh like war drums. When the waist of his trousers hung in a loose V across his hips, she hooked fingers into his pockets and pulled them slowly down. His erection jumped forth with ferocious strength.
Tonks wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and studied the tip intently. A tumble of copper hair fell across her shoulder and she looked back sharply. Ginny stared back at her wildly, a crazed need written on her face. Tonks looked back to Harry questioningly. For a long second, he stared down at her. Then, with a small, sympathetic smile, he nodded. She shuffled excitedly to the side and Ginny rushed forward to fill the space.
“I know you both want it, but you’ll have to share, understand?” Harry said leadenly.
Ginny was biting her lip and her eyes were glazed with lust. Tonks stuck out her bottom lip and made puppy eyes at him. “Ginny has never practiced before. Is it okay if I help her? I promise to be gentle.”
Harry chuckled indulgently. “I know you’ll do your best. What do you say, though?”
“Thank you, daddy!” She said with bubbly enthusiasm.
“Good girl. Now give it a kiss.” Harry commanded steadily.
Tonks leaned forward and planted a long, wet kiss on the head of his cock. It bobbed and twitched powerfully. She put a finger under Ginny’s chin and guided her in to do the same. When her lips touched it, a moan rolled out of her belly and vibrated across Harry’s skin. Her lips parted and pressed in again and again. She suckled and licked at the ridge of his glans, not venturing further than the small patch where she had started.
“I think little Ginny has started without you. She’s got such a warm little mouth, I see why you like her so much.” Harry spoke to Tonks in a rhythmic, almost musical tone. “Can you show her how to use it?”
Tonks nodded mechanically, her gaze devouring Ginny’s passionate ministrations. She reached across and wrapped her fingers around Ginny’s jaw and slipped her thumb into her mouth. She pressed down gently, opening Ginny’s mouth wide, the younger girl’s tongue slithered and enveloped Tonks’s thumb, a bead of saliva fell from the corner of her mouth. Tonks held Harry’s towering member firmly and guided it across Ginny’s open lips, painting the shaft with lustrous moisture.
“Sir, can I taste the other side, please?” Tonks pleaded.
“Go on, then. Since you asked nicely.”
Tonks wrapped her long tongue around the side of his shaft and ran it up and down in sync with Ginny’s mouth. The sensation was incredible. Harry put his hand on the backs of the girls’ heads and pressed in gently, his cock sliding between their lips like a torpedo in a chute. The tongues worked over and around and up and down his shaft, massaging him and savoring every inch of him.
Every few strokes, their lips would touch at the end and they would come together in a messy, chaotic kiss around his tip. Their tongues lashing and thrashing across each other and the bulbous head. Tonks grasped Ginny by the hair and lined her mouth up to take the next thrust. Harry entered the hot, wet mouth and nearly gasped from pleasure. Ginny hummed and gurgled happily as he slid back along her tongue and bobbed against the back of her throat.
“Isn’t she doing so good, daddy? Look at how far she can take it already.” Tonks murmured brightly.
“She’s a quick learner. What do you think, is she able to take it as deep as my favorite little girl?” Harry asked pleasantly.
“Let’s find out.” Tonks grinned sneakily and grabbed another rough handful of Ginny’s bright hair in her other hand. With both hands, she forced Harry further down her throat until she gagged and choked. “Keep going, Ginny. Touch your nose to his tummy. I know you can do it.”
Tears streamed down Ginny’s face, but her eyes blazed with determination and Harry could feel her throat tense and relax as she tried to take him even deeper. Tonks relented just until Harry had almost left her mouth, then forced her down again. Ginny was doing her best, but she couldn’t quite manage to fit the whole cock down her throat. Harry groaned and wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. He brought it to his mouth and licked it away and Tonks shuddered down her whole body.
“She did well, but you can do better. Why don’t you show her how it’s done, Dora.” Harry instructed softly.
Tonks brightened and kissed Ginny’s cheek tenderly before pulling her away. The younger girl looked disappointed, but she subsided to allow Tonks to have her turn. Immediately, Tonks swallowed him down. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft aggressively and he was halfway inside her mouth before she slowed. Harry stroked her head and ran his fingers through her now scarlet hair.
“Ginny, she looks warm. Help her get more comfortable.” Harry muttered, his eyes closed as the walls of Tonks’s throat closed on him and formed around his cock. Glimpsing down, he could see the distended outline on her neck as he plunged deeper.
Ginny took to her task with gusto, pulling pieces of the older girl’s clothes away one by one and casting them aside. With her naked body exposed, Ginny nuzzled against her and began to caress and kiss any bit she could reach. Her tongue skated across Tonks’s tender throat, and traced the line of her collarbone. Tonks moaned gutturally and the vibration buzzed along Harry’s shaft.
“Oh Dora, baby, you’re doing so good. You love having my big cock down your hot little throat, don’t you?” Harry groaned.
Tonks hummed her happy assent and bobbed up and down, bumping her nose against Harry’s stomach rhythmically. She reached her hand between her legs and vigorously started to rub her clit while Ginny sucked at her neck. She rocked her hips against her hand and her pulsing whimpers drove Harry into a state of bliss.
“Ginny, I think her hand is lonely. Tonks is going to lift her bum up and you’re going to show her how much you appreciate her help.” Harry guided. Tonks complied hastily and Ginny crouched behind her, tonguing the dripping slit with spirit.
Harry leaned back against the bed and let himself be serviced while his fingers rested across the back of Tonks’s neck. Before long, he could feel the orgasm flow through her in waves. Ginny hungrily thrust her tongue deep inside the quivering, pulsing cunt. She buried her face between the shaking legs. Harry waited until the tremors subsided and pulled free with a wet plop.
“I think Ginny deserves a reward for that, what do you think?” He asked Tonks. She nodded shakily and worked her jaw.
Ginny stared up at him in disbelief. She stared at the shining member inches from her face and didn’t speak. She just clenched her thighs together and waited. Harry reached down and wrapped long fingers around her throat. Gently, he lifted her to her feet and then pushed her shoulders until she fell back onto the bed. Subconsciously, she spread her legs and stared up at him between her knees.
“Dora, be a good girl and get her ready.” Harry pointed to the already drooling folds between Ginny’s freckled legs. A small crown of soft rosy hair adorned her delicate lips. Tonks obediently knelt between her legs and caressed the lips with her tongue, first along the outside edges, then a long lick from the opening to the top of her clitoris. Harry grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away once he decided she was sufficiently moist.
He leveled his iron-hard erection against her and she gazed up at him with open adoration. He tilted forward and the head pierced her. She let out a gasp that faltered into a whimper and then gave him a quick nod to reassure him that she was okay. As he edged forward, her breath caught higher and higher in her chest. Her back arched and the pink tips of her nipples stood atop freckled mounds.
Slowly, he stroked in and out until he could reach deep inside and fill her completely. She mewed like a kitten and he picked up his pace, thrusting into her and pounding against the place just above her cervix that made her squirm and buck. He grabbed her hips and lifted them, resting her bum against his thighs. Dark meetings in secluded towers flashed across his memory and he cast them away. This Ginny wasn’t his Ginny, and she never would be. He could still make her feel good, though. He could still make her happy.
Tonks hovered next to her and ran clever fingers along her body. She knew where her lover was sensitive, and the stimulation burned like a corona around Harry’s ardent pounding. Ginny bit down hard on her lower lip and her eyes rolled crazily. He slowed into a steady pistoning as his climax mounted. Ginny’s own climax started in her hips and rippled through her like an earthquake. She stuffed her fist into her mouth to keep from crying out, and still the keening leaked through her teeth.
Harry’s stomach tensed and butterflies cascaded through his gut and into his brain. Rope after rope of thick cum splashed against the inside of Ginny’s cunt and she let out a growl of such animal need that he gripped her hips furiously and drove himself as deep inside as he would go. He filled her so completely that a ring of semen encircled his cock before he even withdrew. She held him fast, keeping him inside until it fully subsided.
When he slid out, pearly cum dripped in globs from his still-hard member. Tonks was on it immediately, cleaning it with her tongue. Slurping down every droplet for herself. Ginny just lay, dazed and satisfied, their juices mingling and dripping onto the sheets.
Tonks stared up at him expectantly. “Daddy, please?”
“I’m not done with you yet, Dora. Get on the bed.” Harry growled. Tonks squealed with delight and hopped up next to Ginny.
It was hours before Hermione found them, coated with sweat and reeking of sex. They lay in a puddle on tangled sheets, dozing happily. Harry had fallen asleep with half his length still buried in Tonks’s abused quim.
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