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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
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Chapter 6: The Four Letter Word

After their one brief shinning moment of freedom, Harry and Tonks had to spend almost the entirety of August locked up Privet Drive, well Harry did at least, Tonks at least managed to get out most weekdays to go to work, while all Harry could do was stay in, read, and try not to get too jealous.

Nevertheless, there was still one shining bright spark of hope in the future, even before the traditional train ride on September the first; a shopping trip to Diagon Alley to pick up the supplies Harry would need for the coming school year, which was complicated by the fact Harry still hadn’t decided what subjects to take into his sixth year. Given that is chances of taking Potions, and thus becoming an Auror had been dashed, Harry’s ideas on what NEWTs he wanted to attempt were a lot less certain. Defence Against The Dark Arts was, of course, the obvious choice as were Charms and Transfiguration, the three combined would give a very wide grounding in magic. Aside from Potions, the three other OWLs he had passed were Astronomy, Care Of Magical Creatures and Herbology, though he had barely scraped a pass in the forme, as he’d be far more interested in a ministry assault on Hagrid than his actual exam. In the end, Harry decided to take the other two; Herbology because he’d still needed it to have any of his increasingly slender chance at Aurorhood and Care Of Magical Creatures simply because he’d have time for another subject, and he thought Hagrid would like the company, though he mentally resigned himself to being the only student in the year to continue with it.

However, Harry thought, as he watch Tonks attempt to get ready for their trip, that wasn’t the only reason for the delay. Apparently one of the side effects of being married was that going out took forever to prepare for, or rather more accurately took Tonks forever to prepare for. Last time Harry had looked up from the book he was skimming through, (his birthday gift from Tonks which was written by an Auror and was half autobiography and half instruction manual) which was already five minutes after they’d planned to leave, she she’d been searching through her multitude of t-shirts for today’s most cutting of fashion statements.

“Come on Tonks,” Harry moaned, “It really can’t take that long to a pick a t-shir-oh”

He stopped abruptly as he looked up again, apparently t-shirts were passé and Tonks had instead decided to wear a strappy top that was exceptionally flattering to her bust but even that was not what had rendered Harry temporarily speechless instead he’d been highly distracted by what she’d been doing with her hair. Her eyebrows were creased as if she was trying to remember something, an expression Harry associated with her usage of her metamorphic power, but instead of a simple change of appearance her head suddenly looked like a kaleidoscope; constantly changing in colour and style, as she tried to decide on her current look.

“Sorry, Harry,” Tonks said whirling around to face him, “What were you saying?”

Her hair had stopped switching and setting on being jaw length and white; not an old woman’s white but a palest shade of platinum blonde.

“Oh… wow,” was all the response Harry could muster.

“I think we have a winner,” Tonks drawled, grinning at Harry’s reaction.

“That’s… that’s amazing Tonks,” Harry said.

“One of the advantages of being a metamorphmagus, Harry,” Tonks said.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed easily, “I’ve always wondered about that,”

“Oh have you?” Tonks said, but Harry continued without noticing the slight edge that had wandered into her tone.

“Well, just how much can you change?” He said, “I mean you do your hair all the time but I’ve never really seen you do any radical shape changes…”

“Cut to the chase,” Tonks said, shortly, “Who do you want me to turn into for you?”

“Huh?” Harry said.

“It’s not like I haven’t been expecting it,” Tonks continued, pacing and gesticulating “Sooner or later, everyone asks. For me to be their ex, or their real crush or a celebrity,”

“That’s not what I meant...” Harry attempted to say but Tonks wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“So spill, who is it? Fleur? Hermione? Ginny perhaps?”

“Tonks!” Harry said, grabbing her by the shoulders to hold her still so he could look her full in the eye, “Why would I want you to be anyone but you?”

Tonks’ eyes widened slightly, perhaps hearing the genuine note of confusion in his tone. Then her face went a pretty shade of pink.

“You can’t think of a reason, Harry?” She muttered, “Really? There’s no-one you’d rather be with?”

“Really, Tonks” Harry said wishing, he knew some way to make her last name sound more friendly and intimate.

But the look of vulnerability and uncertainty didn’t pass from Tonks’ face. This required action, Harry realised and thus far in their relationship there had been only one sure-fire way to provide that kind of reassurance. So he leant forward and kissed her on the lips. Gentle but insistent press of his lips on hers, even as he sucked on her mouth, his arms tightened and hugged her close to him. Finally Tonks’ eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed in the kiss. Harry felt the tension in her body seem to melt away as she pressed against him. The warmth of her chest feeling incredibly against him, her mouth opened under his allowing him to tease her with her tongue, flicking it in and out of her mouth, giving her just fleeting contact until she started to fight back with her own tongue. Her arms wrapping around his neck to support herself as, still joined at the face, Harry moved them backwards. They reached the bed sooner than he expected, as it leaped out to kick his legs out from underneath him. The pair’s liplock broke as with a surprised noises from Harry they toppled on to the mattress.

Not to be deterred however, Harry, pounced playfully on Tonks guiding her down onto the bed, with her head on the pillows and kissed her again, and again, planting a series of very soft kisses on her lips and chin and then slowly down her neck, he’d managed to reach the hollow of her throat before she managed to vocalise a mostly coherent thought from among the pleasured sounds;

“Harry, we, ah, we shouldn’t... I-I haven’t… You aunt and uncle will hear,” Even Tonks didn’t sound convinced, however and Harry was not going to be dissuaded from showing her how he felt.

“Well then,” Harry smirked slightly as he looked up, “I guess you’ll have to restrain yourself then, won’t you?”

“Oh will I?” Tonks said, playfully, “I’m the one that makes the noise am I?”

Or tried to say, at least, but the way last part of the sentence was replaced by another happy murmur as Harry’s lips found their way into her cleavage kind of undercut her own point. Not content with just smooching the tops of her tits however Harry reached up and yanked the straps of her top of her shoulders so the entire garment was pulled down so it was around her stomach as her breasts literally seemed to pop out and up for Harry to lather attention on.

Tonks’ head swam slightly as Harry started to suck on her nipples, teasing them to hardness. As her head slumped back in the pillows, she knew she wasn’t at all in control of this encounter but she also knew she was fine with it. Remembering how hesitant and nervous he had been at first it was quite gratifying to see him become so confident, but what was even more gratifying was the extreme familiarity he was showing with her chest. Tonks couldn’t remember being this turned on for quite some time, her fingers were loosely wrapped around Harry’s neck, gently stroking it and wandering away across his flesh, almost unconsciously she was writhing under him, her legs slowly spreading. She suddenly realised her mouth was open and remembering Harry’s comments she had to bite her bottom lip to prevent her louder noises from escaping her.

Feeling completely relaxed, Tonks was surprised when Harry’s head lifted away from her body. Taking her hands in his own, he gently moved them from around his neck as he shifted to sit on the bed next to her. He clutched her hands to his chest and then slowly moved them down, Tonks found herself gazing into his eyes, into the depths of brilliant green emeralds, containing not a trace of deception.

“I want you,” He said, his voice rough and deep with need and he moved her hands to his crotch, so Tonks could feel his hardness pushing against her hands, his jeans were bulged and straining. Her mouth felt dry, it was a crude but nevertheless effective demonstration of his feelings, “I want my Tonks.” He growled. She leant closed to him, lips brushing against his ear lope.

“I want you too,” Tonks groaned softly in Harry’s ear. The sound of it was the sexiest thing, Harry had ever heard. Red hot passion seem to ignite within him, burning in every part of him, and then he was kissing her again, her head in his hands as his tongue plunged as far into her as possible. Her hands were still at his waist level however; her fingers trying to find the button on his trousers and fumbling so much that they reluctantly had to break their kiss so they could see what they were doing. Harry quickly helped her shove his dark trousers down his legs and kicked them off, before freeing his erection from his underwear.

They ran into trouble, however, when trying to do the same thing to Tonks’ ‘fashionable’ and apparently skin tight jeans, which even with its button undone and its abbreviated zipper down just wouldn’t budge no matter how he or Tonks pulled it.

“Well you got them on,” Harry growled, who was on the urge of cursing them off and the hell with what the ministry would say about it, “how can they not come off?”

“Look, this is not my fault Harry,” Tonks said, snippily, wriggling her hips as Harry tried again to tug them off.

“Well they’re your jeans.” Harry snapped back, “So who’s fault- aha!” His voice changed to a triumphant cry as with one mighty tug, the jeans came off Tonks’ hips and peeled half way down her legs wadding up around her knees. Tonks let out a surprised squeak as the motion threw her off her often unsteady balance and she toppled clumsily back down on the bed on her hands and jean locked knees.

Harry found him staring at Tonks’ bare arse and thighs from behind. His heart suddenly thundered in his chest and his erection, which had waned as they had struggled to strip Tonks suddenly waxed full mightily once more

“Close enough” he said lightly as he moved up behind her.

“What?” Tonks asked, “Get these darn things off me.”

But Harry decided he rather like the look of her with her legs bound like this and instead, simply placed his member at her entrance. Pressing the smooth head against her folds Harry was amazed how hot Tonks’ flesh felt.

“Or you could just do that,” Tonks groaned and shoved herself back slightly.

Encouraged, Harry placed his hand on his hip and thrust forward, He almost couldn’t believe how aroused Tonks was; so his entire length seemed to slip inside her without any resistance what so ever until his hip were pressed up against her firm buttocks. With such easy movement, Harry really could help but pick up the pace quite quickly before he long all he could do was thrust had an fast, transfixed by the sight of his dick disappearing into Tonks’ body and the tight curves of her bottom.

Gratifyingly, he could tell that Tonks was enjoying this, he’d previously liked being able to see her face to tell this but even though he couldn’t see it now, he knew she was getting into it. Even as he thrust forward, her hips surged back at him, doubling the force of their collisions and allowing him to get just that bit deeper inside him. Tonks had abandoned all pretense of self control and her arms seemed to have simply given way underneath her, instead the only restraint on her outcries was the muffling effect of the pillow she’d buried her head in. Though at the present moment Harry really couldn’t have cared less who heard them.

His hands eventually left Tonks’ hips when he’d decided he didn’t need the guidance any more and started wandering across Tonks’ body, fondling and squeezing and stroking every bit of her he could find Tonks managed to find the energy to push herself back up on her hands so his hands could once more cup the generous globes of her breasts. Harry leant close to her back as he fondled her tits and nuzzled her white hair. His thrusts slowing even as he felt his balls tightened and throbbed as he approached his climax.

He wanted to tell Tonks how good this all felt and how he felt about her, he hoped she knew because he could managed to vocalise was a hoarse kind of moan that could barely be heard over his ragged breathing.

“Oh god Harry,” Tonks moaned not a second later as her writhing and bucking underneath suddenly became much more energetic, “give it to me.”

There was a desperate note to her a voice a pleading quality that really seemed to push Harry’s buttons, speeding up their bodies started colliding with incredible force as they both drove each other flat out for their climaxes. After six strokes of their sudden powerful cavorting Harry felt Tonks rippled underneath him, all the muscles inside clamping down on him and catching him a magma like vice. Tonks buried her head in the pillows again as her hands seized fistfuls of bedding. Harry couldn’t move at all, the grip was so hard, though after a dozen seconds, Tonks managed to relax again and her body slumped down into the bedding, entirely loose and relaxed.

Harry smiled fondly down on Tonks, evidently that was a job well done. Though his dick was still unspent, he didn’t really mind, he convinced himself.

“Don’t stop on my account, Harry,” Tonks said, though heavily muffled by pillows, “you deserve it to.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice, though he did go a bit slower than before, uncertain of how sensitive Tonks might be, free of an pressing need to contain himself, Harry didn’t last much longer, burying his rod to the hilt in Tonks as he shot his load. Content, Tonks murmured slightly as Harry lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her so they could loosely spoon together on the much tousled and sweat soaked covered.

“Harry?” Tonks asked quietly, a couple of minutes.

“Yeah?” said Harry drowsily, feeling like he could drop off back to sleep.

“We’re still late, right?” She said, giggling.

“Yeah,” he said, joining in, “Oddly enough, I don’t much care”

~O~

“Voila,” Tonks said, the better part of four hours later, “the finest cuisine of the wizarding world.”

Harry examined the plate she put on front of him carefully and prodded it a bit with the wrong end of a fork. After a morning of shopping for vital school supplies; mainly books, school and quidditch robes and absolutely no visit to an apothecary for potions supplies, he and Tonks had stopped for lunch. Having got pretty much all the school supplies however, the afternoon was free for mucking about and as neither of them had yet been in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

“The finest cuisine of the wizarding world, is one of Tom’s chip butties?” He asked, skeptically.

“That’s right, Harry,” Tonks said, taking a large bite out of her own sandwich (causing ketchup to dribble out of the other end) before doing an impromptu impression of Ron, with her next sentence being mangled by her mouthful of food, “besides Aurors practically run on this stuff.”

“Don’t speak with your mouth full, Tonks,” Harry said with a sigh as he tried to decide what the best angle to attack his meal was from.

“Look Harry,” Tonks said teasingly, “You can’t just have a Fortescue Sundae for lunch.”

“You mean, I shouldn’t.” said Harry wistfully thinking of the time before third year he’d stayed a fortnight at the Leaky Cauldron, “I’m fairly certain I both can and have.”

Tonks just sniggered at him.

“Now, what I’m wondering,” Harry said, “Is why we’re all alone here? I thought the ministry was insisting I had to have security at all times?”

“Oh They did,” Tonks said softly, “Until I pointed out you already had an Auror escort.”

“And they let it go?” Harry said, one eyebrow arched slightly.

“Well no,” Tonks winked at him conspiringly, “but then they think we’re heading on this trip the day after tomorrow.”

Harry laughed, but still felt slightly worried.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble for lying to them, though?” He asked.

“Well since I’ve not actually going to be working for them by this time next month,” Tonks said, airily, “I don’t much care.”

“Wait, what?” Harry said, confusion running rampant across his face and was matched by the look on Tonks’.

“What do you mean, what?” she said, her white eyebrows joining in a frown.

“Why won’t you be working at the ministry?”

“But I told you already,” Tonks said.

“Nope,” Harry growled. “Told me what?”

“I’m sure I remember telling you.” Tonks said, with growing agitation.

“Well you didn’t,” Harry replied.

“Oh,” said Tonks, “Well its not big deal anyway. I’m teaching Defense at Hogwarts this year.”

And that was the precise moment that the conversation spiralled completely out of control for Tonks.

“Are you mad?!” Harry asked.

“Huh?” Tonks spluttered.

“Why on earth do you want to do that?” Harry groaned.

“You know,” Tonks said, in a slightly strained voice, “That’s not exactly how I expect you to take that. I did say I was going to help you with the whole… He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named thing didn’t I? That’d be quite hard, if I don’t see you again for three months.”

“It’ll be even harder if you don’t make through the year alive,” Harry hissed, “I mean the odds are not in your favour there. The damn job’s cursed, Tonks.”

Tonks snorted derisively which just caused Harry’s temper to flare up some more.

“Five years, Tonks, Five years and five teachers and none of them lasted and the best result there was just getting fired. The world we live in, I think the ‘curse’ thing is starting to sound really likely, don’t you?”

“I’m a tough girl, Harry,” Tonks growled, “I think I can handle it.”

Harry flushed, slightly. She was right really, and it would be good to have her around after all.

“Maybe, you’re right,” Harry said, “I’m sorry, you just surprised me a bit. I don’t want anything to happen to you, I mean, I love you.”

The word just slipped out. Harry was not conscious of deciding to say it or even that he’d been thinking it before now, but no sooner than it had left him than he knew with every fiber of his being that it was nothing less than the honest truth. His heart soared. He was in love. Then it plummet as without a second hesitation, without apparently even thinking about it Tonk replied.

“No, you don’t”

“I think I know how I feel,” Harry insisted, his face suddenly burning hot. Tonks’ expression as he look at him, was a small ironically sad looking smile. There was understanding in her face but also not a small amount of pity

“Of course, you think you do,” Tonks said softly, “I’ve been living with your family, Harry. I can only imagine what it was like growing up with them and then I come along and I’m trying to be nice and get along with you and we’ve.. been doing what we’ve been doing. So, of course, you feel something for me, Harry but I don’t think it’s really love Harry, just gratitude.”

In response, Harry could only make a noise with his throat. It wasn’t agreement or denial, just a noise that confirmed against all evidence that he was still alive. Suddenly, he couldn’t bare to look at Tonks’ face and instead just stared at her right shoulder.

“Oh Harry,” Tonks said, plaintively, “I’m not saying this to hurt you. I just want to be honest with you. We’re married now, and we may end up spending a lot of our lives together. I don’t want to lie to you and I don’t want you to lie to yourself, if I let you think you loved me, it might make things easier for now but one day you’d realise you were wrong and then where would we be?”

There was a long silence. It seemed Tonks had run out of words. I didn’t really matter, Harry hadn’t really been listening to them. They looped and whirled around in circles in his brain until they were all muddled together and jumbled into a nonsensical mess. Harry didn’t pay attention to the exact phrases Tonks had used. He didn’t need to; he was very experienced in what rejection sounded like.

Suddenly he lurched to his feet.

“Come on,” He said in an oddly monotonous voice, “We better get to the Knight Bus if we want to go back.”

“Back?” Tonks said, “But I though we wanted to visit the twin’s…” But her voice trailed off as Harry had not waited for a reply before walking off.

Even as the teenager stalked off, Tonks leant back in her seat, and banged her skull against the wall.

“Well done, Tonks,” she said to no-one in particular, “Real genius,”

Then she had to get up to chase after her husband.

~~

Oh dear. Well if they were together and happy, there wouldn’t be much of a story would there?
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