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Shifting Charms	By : Klendle Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Tonks Views: 1034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story and I do not profit from the writings here. This work if purely for entertainment purposes, the characters are from JK Rowling. I do not own them or profit from them.

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"Well?" Hermone snapped, annoyed at Ron.
"Well, what?" Ron asked, barely looking up.
"Dementors attacked your best friend, he has a hearing with the ministry to determine if he's being sent to Azkaban or worse expelled from Hogwarts, and found out Voldemort's building back his army, and you're not going to check on him?" Hermione yelled.
"He wanted space to figure it out. What do you want me to do, follow him?"
"YES! Do something, anything!"
"If you're so worried about him, you go follow him. He'll talk to us when he's ready." Ron rolled over on the bed away from Hermione.
Hermione scoffed at Ron's statement; she couldn't believe how seemingly heartless he was being. "Fine." Hermione said indignantly. "Maybe I will." She threw her book down and stood up, kicking Ron's bed as she left. She slammed the door as she entered the hallway. What is his problem, she thought as she started wandering, trying to find Harry. The Halls of Grimwald Place were quiet at night, except for the screaming of Mrs. Black's portrait downstairs. Hermione pulled out her wand and said, "Lumos." The end of her wand lit up, lighting the walls around her as she continued looking. After searching their floor, Hermione changed her attention to the floor above. She reached the stairs and started slowly climbing them, trying to make as little noise as possible to avoid waking the other residents. Hermione's steps echoed throughout the staircase despite her attempts to quiet them. Hermione stopped as she heard a door close. She paused, thinking she might have woken someone by mistake. After a moment, she let out a sigh as no one seemed to be disturbed by her search. This place is creepy at night, she thought. The Black family home wasn't exactly welcoming to anyone, let alone a muggleborn like herself.
Hermone followed the stairs until she reached the top of the landing. "Harry." She whispered. She walked to where she thought the closing door came from, thinking she would find some trace of Harry. God, why do the two of you always have to make things so difficult? She asked herself internally. As much as she cared for her friends, she wasn't always thrilled when they ended up running off for whatever reason, especially when they were in a bad place like Harry surely was right now. Hermione turned quickly as she heard a loud noise behind her. She slowly approached it, thinking it might be Harry. She stopped outside the farthest door on the right, listening again. She was about to open the door when she heard two voices from the other side. Harry's voice, ragged and almost moaning, and another voice that she almost didn't recognize. It was...hers? Hermione put her ear closer to the door. Yes, she was confident now; the other voice in the room was definitely hers, and it was moaning. Hermione tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Alohamora," she whispered. The lock lit up as it unlatched. She opened the door silently and peeked in, a silent gasp forming on her mouth as she saw the scene unfolding in front of her.
"Fuck, YES, YES, YES. HARDER, HARRY!" Said the person who looked like Hermione riding Harry's cock.
Hermione covered her mouth as she watched herself ride Harry. Hermione couldn't figure out how it was possible, but slowly realized that the only explanation was Tonks. She stared in shock but also with interest. She found herself drawn to the scene in front of her. The way that she looked riding Harry almost seemed natural, and hot. Hermione wondered if she should look away and give the two their privacy, but the scene was too appealing to Hermione to avert her eyes. The way Harry's cock looked inside her, the way his fingers wrapped around her throat, and the way her hips expertly slid around Harry's cock. The moans of the two assaulted Hermione's ears, but she didn't care. She felt something else come over her. She felt her legs start to shake, her heart beat faster, and her pussy got wetter. The scene was too intoxicating to leave now. Hermione imagined what it would be like if it were her riding Harry instead of just Tonks looking like her. Harry's cock moving in and out of her, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling her with desire. Hermione bit her lip. Tonks' shift into her was scarily accurate, and the way she moved her hips on Harry's cock, Hermione let out a small moan but quickly stifled it. What the fuck am I doing? She thought to herself. She was spying on her friend in an intimate moment when she was supposed to just make sure he was okay, which he very clearly was. Despite her guilt, Hermione couldn't force herself to move away from the door. Instead, her hand almost moved on its own, unbuttoning her pants and sliding down her underwear. The moans in the room filled her ears as her hands explored her wet sex. She slowly moved her fingers around her pussy, moaning silently as she heard her voice moan Harry's name.
"Yes Harry! Use me!" Tonks yelled in the room.
Hermione's fingers moved faster, imagining herself riding Harry, being fucked like that. Her fingers moved into her pussy, her other hand covering her mouth as she watched Harry grab Tonk's hips and force her movements to be faster. Hermione's fingers started to move faster, her legs starting to shake and buckle beneath her as she was closing in on completion. Fuck Harry, please use me like that. She thought, moving her fingers faster, rubbing her clit harder. She heard the sound of Tonks getting closer to cumming, and Hermione wanted to see it. She wanted to see herself cum over Harry's cock. There was something inside that just needed to see it, and something more primal that wanted it to be her more than anything. She rubbed herself faster as Tonks' hips moved more frantically, her moans rising to a crescendo as Hermione saw Tonks' eyes roll back as she yelled in pleasure, squirting all over Harry's cock and chest. Hermione rubbed faster, feeling her legs give out beneath her as she moaned into her hand. She nearly fell over as she came on her hand. Hermione's breathing was ragged as she tried to collect herself.
She stood there for a few moments, recovering from her intense orgasm. As she felt ready to leave, she looked up to see Tonks back to normal, bent over her clothes, and looking at her. Hermione's face turned red as she knew she'd been caught. She was about to say something when Tonks motioned for her to be quiet, then gave her a wink. Tonks then turned her attention to Harry, who still hadn't noticed Hermione's presence. Hermione quietly closed the door, her face still hot from the embarrassment and the arousal she felt from watching her best friend and Tonks fucking each other. Why didn't Tonks say anything? She thought. After all, she was spying like some common pervert, or was that what Tonks wanted? Did she enjoy the audience, or was it rather that Tonks wanted just Hermione to see? The thoughts pestered her the whole walk back to her room. The short walk felt like an eternity with all the thoughts swirling around her head. Hermione finally returned to her room and opened the door. Ron was fast asleep, snoring loudly as always, Harry's bed being untouched. If Harry wanted Tonks to look like Hermione when she fucked him, did that mean that he wanted to fuck her? Did that mean she should try to fuck him, or was Tonks and Harry's relationship just between them? Hermione laid in bed thinking, or rather overthinking the whole situation. Her hands started to roam down her pants once more as she thought about the scene, her pussy still swollen from her very recent masturbation. Maybe when Harry got back to the room, she would try. Until then, Hermione pictured the scene of herself riding Harry.
Hermione slid off her trousers and took off her top, her body completely exposed above the sheets. She slid her hand between her legs, hoping the noise wouldn't wake Ron up. She started to move one hand around her pussy, her other hand squeezing her breast and nipple, her nipple hardening as she played with herself. She bit down on her lip as she moved her fingers around her entrance, attempting to be quiet. Her back arched as she fingered herself, the wet sounds of her penetrating herself filled the room. She instinctively grabbed her breast tighter pinching her nipple as she moaned to herself. Her finger moved deeper into herself as her wetness grew. She started to rub herself, slowly moving around her swollen entrance before focusing on her clit. Her rubbing became more needy, her pace quickened, her back arched in the air as the pleasure consumed her. Her attempts to stifle the moans became nothing but needy whimpers. She needed to keep going, she needed to cum. Hermione continued her focus even stronger on her clit, her legs began to shake as she felt herself right at the edge of finishing. Her pussy began to throb as she felt the waves of pleasure hit her, her legs convulsed together, her moans filled the room despite her covered mouth. After riding out her orgasm, Hermione went limp on her bed. She quickly put on her pajamas, making sure Ron hadn't woken up from her masturbation. She let out a relieved sigh when she heard his familiar snoring. Hermione laid down, and after a few moments, she drifted off into sleep.
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