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Desperate Times, Desperate Measures	By : Daye Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Tonks Views: 93080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchise. I make no money from the writing of this.

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Chapter 2: Awkward Fumblings

“Ok, run it by me one more time.” Ron said, completely bewildered, tugging on the collar of his new dress robes. It was the first time he was wearing the new set that Fred and George had given him.

“Alright, but this’ll be the last time, Ron,” Harry growled, his bad mood not helped by best friend’s slowness.

“Let’s go back to the part where you’re getting married to Tonks?” Ron asked.

“Yes, I am. Although if you don’t stop nattering we’re going to miss the ceremony,” Harry answered, trying not to sound like that might be the ideal solution at this point. It was a mere thirty six hours after Dumbledore had visited Number 4, Privet Drive gaining consent from all relevant parties and he as well as Ron and Hermione, Tonks and her parents with one of her old school friends to act as maid of honour and finally Mad Eye Moody, Tonk’s mentor in the Aurors, had all been whisked away via portkeys to here: a seemingly random Wizard Hotel in the middle of nowhere, picked by Dumbledore for reasons of security, of course.

“Look I’m sorry, alright! It’s just; this is my first time being Best Man.” Ron said, throwing up his hands in mock surrender.

“Well, I’m sorry if this is so hard on you!” Harry half shouted. “I meaning having to stand there and hand me some rings when prompted! Big deal, Ron. I AM.GETTING MARRIED!”

Harry was so busy shouting his head off he didn’t notice that Hermione had stuck her head into the room that he and Ron were getting ready in.

“Good grief, Harry,” Hermione said, “Keep your voice down. I think there may be people in London you haven’t woken up yet” She was not intimidated at all by the fierce glower Harry turned on her.

“Sure, make jokes,” said Harry, savagely, though he did keep his voice down. “I mean this is funny right?”

“Actually, I don’t think is funny at all, Harry.” Hermione said, very quickly.“I think it’s barbaric, I can’t believe your going to do this, marry someone, just for political reasons. It’s like we’re in the dark ages.”

“Hermione!” Ron interjected loudly. “I thought we’d agreed not to make this harder for Harry? Now, was there something you wanted?”

“Oh!” said Hermione, clapping her hand over her mouth, “I forget! I just wanted to warn Harry that Tonks is looking for him. She seemed rather… um... intent on it, actually.”

“Too late!” said a voice from nowhere. Then there was a loud ear-splitting ‘Crack!’ as Tonks apparated sloppily in the corner of the room, facing the wall, already dressed in silvery white bridal robes. She whirled about; Harry noticed that she seemed even clumsier on her feet that usual, and smiled ever so sweetly at the surprised trio.

“Heya guys!” She said exuberantly, “I’d just like a quick word with my hubby to be please.”

“Umm…” Ron said, as Hermione tugged on his arm, “Isn’t it bad luck for the bride to…” He trailed off as Tonks’ expression shifted towards the deadly end of the spectrum.

“At this point, Weasley,” Tonk said in a voice that would have little trouble shearing through hard rock, “I don’t think my luck could get any worse. So shoo.”

Ron and Hermione fled. Tonks threw herself down in the nearest chair and looked at Harry, her expression softening slightly.

“So,” She said, softly, “How are we holding up?”

“Well,” Harry said flatly, “I can stop my hands shaking if I try really hard and I haven’t wanted to throw up for at least an hour, although that could be because I haven’t eaten really anything since before yesterday.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Tonks said deadpan, “you really know how to make a girl feel good on her special day.”

“Look, you just came in here and announced to the best man that you were the unluckiest girl in all the world.” Harry retorted.

“What’s your point Harry?” Tonks said. Harry just let out an explosive sigh in response. “Never mind,” Harry said, “What’s on your mind, Tonks?” “We don’t have to do this, Harry,” Tonks said very quickly, “Just say the word and we’ll call the whole thing off.”

“What?” Harry said leaping to his feet.

“Look, my mum was the middle sister, right? Bellatrix, my mum, Narcissa,” Tonk said, “Even by Malfoy’s logic that puts her and me, above them on the inheritance list, right?”

“Have you told Dumbledore all this, then?” Harry asked shrewdly.

“Oh he knows, alright,” Tonks said, darkly, “Told me that given the Malfoy’s influence that simply arguing that, or just for what Sirius’ will said would just get ignored by them. The Tonkses have nothing in comparison to the Malfoy’s as far as power and influence go, after all. He said that combining the two claims was the only way to make it airtight.”

“Oh,” said Harry glumly his heart sinking down into his stomach again, he felt foolish for even hoping, “Well, he must know what he’s doing.”

“You could still say no, you know” Tonk said, “Call it off. Go for the long odds.”

“So could you,” Harry said, coolly, wondering why Tonks was pressuring him, “The way I see it, we don’t do this, it’s a lot more likely the Order falls right? How many people will Voldemort kill if that happens? How many lives ruined, how many families ripped apart like mine? What’s the two being unhappy, next to that?”

“I knew you’d say that. Same reason, I can’t call it off. It’s like a duty or something.” Tonk said, with a small snort of self-disgust, “Look at us. Two good little soldiers in Dumbledore’s Army. Come on Harry. Let’s go do our duty.”

~O~

Looking back on that day even years later, Harry remembered it as possibly the least dullest and grimmest wedding, he had ever been present at, which was a great pity seeing as it was his own.

Although, Harry had never been to a wedding before, neither wizard nor Muggle, still it didn’t seem that different from Muggle ceremony until the rings, he and Tonks had placed on each other’s fingers crackled with light and energy as they made their vows, heating up so much in the process Harry wouldn’t be surprise if they’d melted on to his finger. They stumbled through the traditional vows, talking about loving and cherishing each other for as long as they both should live.

On the plus side, everyone bar the Maid Of Honour was closely associated enough to the Order to know what was going on, on the negative this meant that the poor Maid was perpetually confused, alternating between shooting Harry hostile looks and trying to keep Tonks off the booze, an endeavour which she completely failed at as soon as the ceremony ended and the ‘party’, such as it was, got going. In stubborn defiance of tradition, neither the best man, nor Tonks’ father, Ted made a speech. What was there to say? Though Ted Tonks was an amiable man, Harry only knew this by reputation. Ted’s face was stony and cold as he watched his only child be married off.

The reception mainly consisted of a meal with everyone present, not really talking, or if they were it was of trivialities. Harry and Tonks sat at one end of the table avoid each other’s eyes and everyone else’s for that matter and shooting dark glances down the table where Albus Dumbledore, as usual bucking convention, was chatting animatedly to Alastor Moody, who’s expression was unaltered and unreadable. The meal seemed to stretch on forever to Harry; a pointless lengthening of a pointless celebration, had he fully understood what was coming, he’d have probably wanted it to continue all night. After the reception broke up and everyone else seemed to drift away, Tonks held out her arm to him, Harry looked at it, bemused.

“Come on, Harry,” Tonks said quietly, gesturing with her arm, “time to go.”

Still slightly confused, Harry took Tonk’s arm in his hand, as apparently, he was supposed to. Then Tonk’s face scrunched up in concentration.

“Tonks,” Harry started, “what are you do-” Crack! Pressure slammed into Harry from every direction as everything changed

. Suddenly they’d moved from the Hotel’s functionary room to someone’s living room. A very messy someone’s living room it seemed. There were half filled boxes of stuff all over the place. Harry still new to the unsettling sensation of dissapparition, staggered slightly, just trying to get another.

“Welcome to my home, Harry,” Tonks said with a half smile, “I didn’t like the look of the bridal suite in that place at all. So here we are, kick off your shoes and make yourself at home.”

“Some warning might have been nice,” Harry wheezed, still disorientated from the sudden apparition.

“Sorry, Harry,” Tonks pouted, “What with everything that’s going on, I thought I could have at least one familiar thing about me. Apparently not.”

“Whu?” said Harry, not quite following Tonk’s line of thought, “Look, all I meant, is I’m not exactly a dab hand at the apparition thing, ok?”

“Oh,” Tonks frowned, also apparently confused, and then waved her hand at her drinks cabinet, “Um, anyway, I stocked up yesterday, if you want a butterbeer. Kids, still drink that right?”

For herself, Tonks poured another large Firewhiskey, knocked it back and started to pour another.

“Hey,” Said Harry, gently walking up behind her, “maybe you should lay off? I mean, I know this is difficult, for both of us but I mean it’s over now. How bout we just get some sleep?”

“Look,” said Tonks seeming quite annoyed now, “I’m not drunk enough for that yet. So bback orf right?”

“Drunk enough for what, exactly?” Harry said, now completely sure, he wasn’t following what his new wife was talking about at all.

“I,” said Tonks, enunciating every word slowly and carefully “am not drunk enough for us to consummate this marriage just yet.” Harry flushed bright red. It felt like the room had suddenly tripled in temperature.

“Uumm… well… We don’t actually have to do, anything if you d-don’t want to Tonks,” he muttered. He actually hadn’t considered that aspect of their marriage at all. Tonks just stared at him. Then a look of dawning comprehension.

“Fucking hell,” She said, loudly, “You don’t even know do you?”

“Know what?”

“Albus didn’t even tell you.”

“Know what?”

“Cowardly old geezer,” Tonks ranted on

. “TONKS!?” Harry yelled, “Know. What?”

“We just had a magical marriage, Harry,” Tonk said, “Hence the binding magical oaths, by the way, but those oaths aren’t binding, legally or magically, under we actually consummate the marriage. Though why this would be a problem for you is beyond me. I mean I do remember being a teenager myself. Hello, hormone city.”

If anything this just caused Harry to blush even harder.

“Come on Harry, the bed room’s over here,” Tonk said glumly, “Let’s get on with it shall we?”

Which Harry thought, as he trailed her into her bed room had to be the least erotic proposition in the history of propositioning. Coherent thought continued for about the first ten seconds that he was inside that room. By sheerest coincident this was also about the time it took for Tonks to unzip the back of her dress robes and drop them into a silvery white puddle of silk about her feet. Underneath she was wearing white stockings attached to a garter belt and a pair of lacy white knickers.

Despite the pleasant buzz of alcohol swimming about her brain, Tonks had convinced herself that she was angry. She was angry with Dumbledore, who had put her in this position, and she was angry with Harry, who was apparently utterly clueless about everything, but really she was just trying to avoid admit she was angry for herself, for not only being about to bed a fifteen year old kid but that she need alcohol to cope with bedding a fifteen year old kid.

Behind her, Harry sucked in a deep breath as she disrobed. She turned towards him. Amazingly his eyes on flickered down to her breasts for only the briefest of instants before flipping back to her face, and if it was possible blushing even deeper. Inwardly Tonks rolled her eyes, there came a point, in her opinion, when you were actually allowed to stare at a girl’s tits. Just before you shagged her was a prime example. It wasn’t like she wasn’t proud of her rack, as she was a metamorph it was the best damn rack she could conceive of.

With what she thought of as great patience she lured Harry to her bed. He sat on the very edge of it looking nervous. Tonks leant in and pressed her lips against his, Harry groaned slightly, but generally remained passive as she tried to smooch him. Good grief, had he never been kissed before? She cupped his face, and trailed his fingers through his soft sable hair, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue until he finally got the idea, his lips opening and his tongue very tentative playing with hers; as their breathing increased in tempo, so did the heat of their bodies, Tonks was suddenly aware of the fire in their breath, or was just the firewhiskey in hers?

“Here Harry,” she said as their kiss ended, “I’m afraid it may be necessary for you to take these off at some point,”

She plucked at the emerald dress robes he was wearing. He jerked as though she’d attacked him and then hurried, almost defiantly he rapidly pulled off his robes and shirt and cast them off and then in one rapid movement pulled down his trousers and under wear as well, so he was standing there in nothing but his socks, every muscle taunt and hard and Tonks did mean every muscle. After seeing a bit of flesh and a kiss, Harry’s dick was rock hard. She ruthlessly suppressed any hint of a look of a disappointment from even starting to think about fluttering across her face but from a flicker in the depths of Harry’s green eyes she figured she might not have succeeded. She felt a flush of shame and then another of anger; like she knew how big a fifteen year old’s penis was supposed to be?

“Wow,” she muttered, “You don’t go in for half measures do you?” She coaxed him back on to the bed, “Just lie back and try to relax, Harry, I hear this is supposed to be fun.”

As Harry obediently lay back on her bed, his cock point directly up at the ceiling with impressive rigidity, Tonks eyed it, sensing that there seemed to be an expectation floating between them that it was time to get to the main event. Tonks shrugged slightly, it wasn’t like either of them was getting into the foreplay. She stuck her fingertips under the waist line of her knickers and pulled them down, revealing her pussy, topped with a strip of purple pubic hair, to Harry’s stunned gaze.

Tonks moved quickly, straddling Harry so that his vertical dick rubbed against her pussy’s lips and then slowly but firmly lowered her hips in one slow constant push down until her hips were resting firmly on his. Harry squirmed as she did so and seeming for got to breathe so all his breath came out as one great shuddering gasp as her hips collided with his. Luckily, Tonk thought, metamorphs had very good control over their bodies, enough that she could make herself become slick enough down that penetration became easy, even with out external stimulus.

She looked down at the boy beneath her and there was no denying at this point that he was a boy, not unhandsome but definitely not fully grown either he was lanky and quite scrawny though what muscles he had were well toned from quidditch, a fair quantity of jet black pubic hair nestled around his dick with a couple of strands begin to grow on his chest. His breathing was highly irregular as he starred up at her and he still had no idea what to do, least of all with his hands. Suppressing another sigh Tonks leant forward to give him a better look at her cleavage and then resort to simply taking his hands and placing them on her tits and even then his touch was so hesitant and gentle that she could barely feel it there. Placing her own hands either side of his head, Tonks started to grind her hip, riding up and down on Harry’s shaft. Her eyes fell half shut as she rode him quicker and quicker, concentrating on the feeling of riding on him, rather than the sounds of his moans or the picture of the teenage boy beneath her.

“Uh! Oh merlinnh!” Harry groaned beneath her, sounding very far off to Tonks, “huh, Tonks! C-c-can we slow down a bit?”

Absorbed in what she was doing, the meaning of his words didn’t really register in Tonk’s brain, certainly they weren’t very interesting, certainly not compared to the surges of genuine pleasure that were beginning to coarse through her belly. What did get through a couple of strokes later, was the way Harry’s hips spasmed, arcing up to meet her downstroke and the feeling of his dick jerking and the spurts of his sperm splattering across her insides as Harry came long before she would have. Even as Tonks rolled off of him, Harry was amazed at how physically exhausted he felt, even though he’d just been lying still for the last few minutes. He also became horrible aware of the amount of sweat that was forming droplets all over his fore head and chest and had soaked his back the duvet beneath him. A couple more seconds and the flush that filled him was no longer erotic, but instead was from sheer embarrassment with severe undertones of shame. He hadn’t lasted very long had he? Certainly not long enough for Tonks, who clearly had not under gone the female equivalent of the incredible surge he’d just felt.

“Tonks,” He said, gently, “I’m so-” “Don’t worry about it, Harry,” Tonks said, in the same slightly deadened tone, she’d been using all night.

“But I..” Harry tried to say, he felt like some kind of apology or explanation was owed.

“I said. Don’t. Worry.” Tonks repeated, “It’s not like I was expecting you to be some great lay, kid.”

There was only the faintest trace of scorn for him in her voice but it was more than enough for Harry. Fine He thought. Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it. He slid off the bed to find his boxers and pulled them on before slipping under the covers. A moment later, Tonks did the same, though rather than re-dressing she stripped off her garter belt and stockings, before sliding under her duvet completely nude. The newly weds eventually drifted off to sleep, both on the opposite ends of the bed, as far away as they could be from each other. They slept on their sides, back to back.

[a/n: So awkward sex, awkward to write. There was another Tonks scene prior to the weddings that I dithered about including. In the end though it didn’t tell us anything about Tonks the other sections didn’t and probably also contain a vast amount of girly cliché, so I cut it under the ‘less is more’ principle. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are encouraged! Let me know what you think. Next: Married Life At The Dursely’s]
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