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“Being an auror’s going to be fun, I said,” Tonks thought to herself grumpily as she massaged her aching, cramped hand. “I’m going to stop criminals and keep us safe, I thought.”

What a load of rubbish that turned out to be.

Visions of danger and excitement had filled her head in her last couple years at Hogwarts as she did her best to get the grades she’d need to join the auror force after she graduated.  Many long nights had been spent working on long essays and preparing for grueling potions assignments courtesy of that total prick Snape.  Every time things got tough and she just wanted to give up and think of another career, it was the idea of righting wrongs, and taking down bad guys in kickass duels that convinced her to push on.

She had loved the idea of adventure all her life and had become a very formidable duelist in her time at Hogwarts, despite the fact that her mother never let her compete formally.  What had attracted her to her first true boyfriend, Charlie Weasley, was his love of large and dangerous creatures.  They were both adrenaline junkies of one kind or another and shared a passion for getting into situations that would have turned their mother’s hair white.  They had broken up amicably when they graduated, well aware of the fact that their chosen paths were going to lead them apart.  Where Charlie had gone on to live his dream of working with dragons, some of the most dangerous creatures on the planet, Tonks had learned that her dream wasn’t quite what she’d thought it was.

Looking in the tiny mirror she kept on her desk, she barely recognized herself.  Her usually pink and spiky hair was long, poker straight and a mousy brown, falling listlessly from her scalp to her shoulders.

“Why did Moody have to be my mentor?” she wondered.

It wasn’t that she didn’t adore her old instructor; she did, but learning under him had given her the wrong impression about what this job really was.  He was a grizzled war veteran, someone who had fought more death eaters than pretty much anyone else, including possibly Dumbledore.  He was tough, demanding, and quite possibly insane, and when he picked her among all of the recruits her year to be his last trainee, she’d been honored.  She learned a lot from him, but she also let him further convince her that being an auror was all about fighting evil pricks and keeping innocents safe.

That was rarely what being auror was about.  Most of the time, it was about doing things like what she was just then, giving herself carpel tunnel syndrome as she wrote up a mind-numbingly boring report about some dumb witch who thought it was a great idea to transfigure her husband’s muggle mistress into an English bulldog.

“I can’t tell the difference,” the scorned wife had sneered as Tonks tried to diffuse the situation.

She had even been chewed out by her boss for electing to bind and gag the crazy bint when she pulled her wand on her husband.

“This day sucks,” Tonks thought to herself.

“Ah, Tonks, just who I wanted to see,” John Dawlish said, standing with his chest puffed out like the preening peacock he was.

“Dawlish,” Tonks said. “The report on the Fawley incident is nearly finished.

“Yes, see that it’s done quickly,” Dawlish said. “You’re covering for Savage tonight.”

“What?!” Tonks exclaimed, her hair turning red for a moment in embarrassment. “I mean, what’s wrong with Savage?”

“None of your concern,” Dawlish drawled. “All you need to know is that he can’t make his shift tonight, and as the newest auror, not to mention the incident earlier, you’re up to cover for him.”

With that, he left, leaving a steaming metamorphmagus in his wake.

“I stand corrected; now this day sucks,” she thought to herself.

One terribly long day later, Tonks walked into her little flat in London with all the speed and grace of a lumbering inferi.  Turning on the lights, she undid the stasis charms she’d placed on the previous night’s takeaway and ate in silence.  It had been a while since she’d had a boyfriend, and with work dominating her life, that didn’t seem likely to change any time soon.  The tiny flat was lonely, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for herself.  Once she’d finished, she wandered towards her bedroom, fully intending to just crawl into bed and sleep off the terrible day, when she noticed a letter waiting for her by her window, having been obviously delivered by an owl.

It was addressed simply to her and from her old mentor, which made her suspicious.  Checking over the letter, she saw that it was heavily cursed and relaxed a bit.  Moody had been adamant about the need to check your mail for curses in the name of CONSTANT VIGILANCE and never sent her anything that wouldn’t put her in Saint Mungo’s if she didn’t break the curses before she opened it.  Once she was sure that it was safe, she opened it, and after figuring out the cipher hidden in the fake message the letter contained, she read the real one, her eyebrows moving closer and closer to her hairline as she did.

“You-know-who is back?”  she thought to herself, a shudder going through her whole body as she did.

That was a little more excitement than she was looking for.  She had to admit that the idea of joining this Order of the Phoenix was appealing, however, especially since the Minister had decided to cover the whole thing up.  She had thought that the ministry seemed to be abuzz about something when she checked in for the last time that night, but she’d been too tired and irritated to bother asking anyone what was up.  As she finished reading the letter, she had already decided to join the order.  This might have been more than she was really looking for, but at least it wouldn’t be boring.

*****

“So bloody bored!” Tonks snarled mentally as she stood under her invisibility cloak outside #4 Privet Drive.

It seemed that life was determined to disappoint her, as even joining Dumbledore’s resistance group hadn’t given her much in the way of excitement.  It was early yet, and she wasn’t naive enough to think that she wouldn’t eventually find herself doing the kind of work that she yearned for, but as Voldemort stayed underground, content to use Fudge’s stupidity to help him rebuild his forces in peace, Dumbledore wasn’t willing to bring the fight to them just yet.  Doing so would likely brand them all enemies of the ministry, so Tonks could understand the need for caution, but fuck if she wasn’t finding it all terribly dull.

“There we go,” Harry grunted as he got up and wiped sweat off of his brow.

She couldn’t say that her current assignment wasn’t without perks, however.  She hadn’t anticipated that keeping watch on Harry Potter would be terribly interesting, as the Death Eaters were keeping a low profile at the moment and none of them had managed to find him in all these years regardless, and she wasn’t wrong.  That didn’t mean that it didn’t have some enjoyable parts, though.

Wearing nothing but jeans and shoes in the Dursleys’ front yard as he toiled in their garden, Harry looked really bloody good.  Tonks felt like a pervert ogling a boy who hadn’t even sat his OWLs yet, but his wiry, yet surprisingly muscular physique drew her eyes like moths to a flame.  She knew that he played Quidditch, and so some athleticism was expected, but this looked like something that took more dedication than she’d have expected someone on a simple school team to exhibit.  Glistening with sweat in the midday summer sun, he looked seriously cute, and she was sure that he was popular with the girls at Hogwarts.

“Bloody finally,” Harry muttered to himself, looking down at the garden he had just finished working on.

Tonks didn’t have the green thumb that her mother did and never had the patience to tend to a garden like she did, but she knew enough to know that Harry was seriously good with plants.  She’d have expected his aunt and uncle to be complimentary normally, but from what she’d seen of them so far, they were anything but normal, and their relationship with Harry seemed frosty at best.  As he went back inside, the one perk of her job disappeared from her sight, and she leaned back against the wall of the house next door.  She heard a shower turn on and figured that it was Harry.

A quick tempus charm showed that she had a couple hours left on her shift, and she sighed as she settled in for a long stretch of nothing.  About fifteen minutes later, that stretch ended early, and Tonks sprang to alertness as she heard the telltale sound of apparition.  Wand in hand, she crept around the corner to get a look at the source of the sound, only to stop in her tracks.  Standing in the Dursley’s backyard, was easily the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Long silver-gold hair fell in waves to the woman’s lower back and framed a simply perfect, heart-shaped face.  Her full, pouty lips were a dark red, and aside from a little mascara, that seemed to be the only makeup the woman wore.  She wiggled her lovely straight nose a couple times and looked like she might sneeze, though it never came.

Her body was every bit as beautiful as her face, with large, full breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips being hugged tightly by a form-fitting silver dress that simultaneously showed nothing and everything at once.  As the woman, who Tonks realized had to be a Veela, walked towards the Dursleys’ backdoor, she caught sight of her plump, round arse and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Shaking her head, she remembered her job and stalked over to the woman, keeping her wand trained on her.  The likelihood of the Death Eaters employing a Veela, given their feelings about non-humans, was slim, but she still had to be certain.

“Who the blood hell is…” Vernon went to ask, only to cut himself off as he caught sight of the Veela.  His eyes widening, he stared at her in open shock, as though he had no idea what he could even say to her.

“‘Ello, Monsieur Dursley, correct?” she asked.

“Er...yes,” Vernon stammered. “I’m sorry, miss, are you lost?  I’m sure I could help you if so.”

“Non,” the woman laughed softly, making Vernon redden. “My name is Fleur Delacour.  I am a friend of ‘Arry’s.”

“Ar...you’re friends with the…” Vernon cut himself off, backing away and looking suddenly angry. “Did you just appear in my backyard?”

“Qui, Monsieur,” Fleur said. “‘Arry told me zat you and your wife did not want any undue attention, and I figured zat appearing zere instead of in front of your door would be preferred.  Is ‘Arry in?”

“Now see here,” Vernon said, standing up straight. “I don’t want any more of your kind around here.  It’s bad enough; we have to deal with what we do already.”

Rather than look insulted, Fleur just smiled and said, “you have nothing to worry about.  It is just me, and so long as I can see ‘Arry, zere is no reason for zat to change.”

Vernon looked ready to retort when suddenly he calmed down.

“Zere would be no ‘arm in letting me see ‘im,” Fleur said, her already beautiful voice tinged with obvious magic.  Her wand had slipped into her hand so fluidly that Tonks didn’t even notice it at first. “You don’t want anyone else coming by in my stead, after all.”

“Right,” Vernon said, agreeing with the obvious compulsion. “The boy’s showering just now…”

“Perfect!” Fleur exclaimed, “zen I should ‘urry before ‘e finishes.”

“Wait, what?” Tonks thought to herself.

“Wait, what?” Vernon asked, looking utterly shocked. “You and he are…”

“Oui,” Fleur said. “I ‘ave not seen ‘im since the ze end of ze year, and zat is something I intend to correct.”

“Now wait just a minute,” Vernon said, either impropriety, envy, or both breaking through the weak compulsion. “That…”

“Won’t be a problem at all,” Fleur cut him off, looking him right in the eye with her wand subtly trained on him.

“No, that’ll be fine,” Vernon said. “Petunia and Dudley are both out right now.”

“You should probably go too,” Fleur said. “Surely there’s something you’ve been meaning to get done on...I assume zis is your day off?”

“Yeah,” Vernon said. “There’s something.”

The fat man trailed off then, and Fleur slipped inside.  Still invisible, Tonks managed to follow her just before she closed the door.  Compelling muggles like that could get you written up, usually for a fine, but it was nothing Tonks would normally do much about.  If the woman in front of her turned out to be a threat, that was going to be the least of her worries, though.  Following her upstairs, she kept her wand trained on her, ready to stun her at a moment’s notice if she moved to harm Harry.

The shower was still going when they got to the stairs, though it turned off just as they reached the second floor.  Fleur continued along, seemingly drawn right to Harry, and threw open the door to the bathroom without hesitating.

“Fleur?” Harry asked, squinting at her.

“I am impressed you could make me out with your glasses,” Fleur cooed. “I know how terrible your vision is.”

“I’d have to be utterly blind not to see you,” Harry replied, his voice surprisingly deep and sexy, “and thankfully, my life hasn’t been quite that tragic.”

Wearing only a simple tower wrapped around his waist and still wet from the shower, Tonks had to admit that he was even more attractive than she realized before.  That he knew this Fleur meant that she could probably leave them alone.

“Flatterer,” Fleur giggled, sounding pleased by the compliment.

“Did you sneak past my uncle?” Harry asked.

“No, we met,” Fleur said. “I managed to convince ‘im to let me pass and leave for a while.”

“Convince?” Harry asked.

“You know me, mon amour,” Fleur purred, twirling her wand between her fingers. “I can be very convincing.”

Harry snorted at that, saying, “and he left?”

“I just ‘eard his car leave,” Fleur replied. “Your aunt and cousin are also out, oui?”

“Dudley’s over at a friend’s place, and Petunia’s out shopping,” Harry replied. “Neither will likely return any time soon.  We’re alone.”

“Good,” Fleur purred, and Tonks swore the sound alone made her wet.  If the sudden, very sizable bump under Harry’s towel was any indication, she wasn’t the only one turned on. “In zat case, ‘Arry, I zink zat you are terribly overdressed.”

“What are you going to do about that?” Harry asked with a devilish grin.

Fleur stepped forward, placing a hand on the edge of the towel, and Tonks turned around.  She might have been more than happy to ogle both of them, but she wasn’t about to spy on them like that.  As she went back downstairs and returned to her post, she wondered how the hell a boy who hadn’t even entered his fifth year yet had managed to bag not only a woman old enough to apparate, but an absolute goddess of one like Fleur.  Over the next hour and a half, she got an answer to that question as Fleur’s moans, cries, and screams of pleasure echoed down from his bedroom window to the spot Tonks was hiding on.  Her face and hair both crimson, she happily let Remus Lupin take over for her when her shift ended and quickly returned home to make liberal use of her favorite enchanted dildo.

*****

“...because of that, the Dark Lord is quite content to allow the current status quo to continue,” Snape finished, his oily voice as unsettling as Tonks remembered.

“Ruddy Fudge,” Hagrid muttered.

“Cornelius’ blindness to the truth is deeply unfortunate,” Dumbledore said, having heard him, “but though it’s giving Tom time to build up his forces, it has also spared us the full extent of his violent tendencies thus far, and he isn’t the only one who can use this time.  Now, how go things with young Harry?”

Multiple members of the order looked suddenly uncomfortable at that question, making Dumbledore furrow his brow.

“I was concerned about how he would handle Mr. Diggory’s murder,” Dumbledore continued. “Have any of you seen anything that would suggest that he’s struggling with the trauma?”

“I’ve tried to see as little as possible,” Dedalus Diggle muttered.

“I’m sorry?” Dumbledore asked, confused.

“You remember the woman I mentioned a few weeks ago?” Tonks asked. “The one I figured was a Veela.”

“Yes,” Dumbledore said. “Minerva confirmed that she’s Fleur Delacour; a recent Beauxbatons graduate and their champion in the tournament.”

“I spotted her approaching the house,” McGonagall said. “I saw her often enough last year.  A bright girl, if rather spirited.”

“Well, her and Harry appear to be quite...close,” Tonks said.

“I gathered as much from her frequent visits,” Dumbledore said, “but I get the sense that there’s somewhat more here.”

“They’re dating,” Remus said.

“Oh,” Dumbledore said, looking surprised. “Well, I’m glad that she’s been a comfort to Harry in these difficult times.”

“I don’t know how appropriate the relationship really is,” Mrs. Weasley huffed. “The girl is three years his senior and has already graduated.”

“I guess he’s into older women,” Sirius said, grinning.

Tonks swore she heard Mundungus Fletcher mumble “bloody daily,” under his breath and struggled to keep from laughing.

“A Veela too,” Sirius continued. “James would be so proud.”

Snape, who had looked like he was sucking on a lemon ever since the topic of Harry was brought up, managed to look even sourer at that comment.  Tonks had no idea what the prick’s problem was with Harry, but anything that made her least favorite teacher unhappy worked for her.

“Perhaps we ought to consider recruiting her,” McGonagall suggested. “If she’s dating Potter, she’s going to end up a target anyway, and she showed some promise during that dreadful tournament.”

“She came in last, if I recall,” Snape drawled.

“The whole bloody thing was a carefully managed trap,” Moody pointed out.

“It was unfair putting the second task underwater,” Hagrid said. “Everyone knows Veela don’t do well there.”

“It’s something to consider,” Dumbledore said. “As it stands, unless anyone has something else that they want addressed, I think we can call this meeting to a close.”

Nobody did, and they all dispersed, though as Tonks turned to leave, Sirius stopped her.

“Tonks, do you have a minute?” he asked.

“Just about,” Tonks replied. “My Potterwatch shift starts in a few.  What’s up?”

“How happy does Harry really seem?” Sirius asked.

Looking back and forth to make sure no one was nearby, Tonks whispered, “he’s shagging the hottest bird I’ve ever seen pretty much daily.  I did overhear him yelling in his sleep once when I had a really late shift, but Fleur helped him calm down pretty quickly, and then they were off to the bloody races again.

“Remus said she’d practically moved in,” Sirius commented.

“She’s very good with compulsion charms,” Tonks commented. “Even his prude of an aunt doesn’t say anything anymore.  His cousin just stares at the two of them every time Harry greets her at the door, like he genuinely can’t believe what he’s seeing.”

“Well, good for him,” Sirius said. “He’s had a very hard life, thanks in no small part to me…”

“Sirius, anyone would have gone after Pettigrew like you did, given what he had done,” Tonks said. “It’s his fault, not yours.”

“My first focus should have been my godson, and it wasn’t,” Sirius said. “Nothing can change the fact that I screwed up.  Hearing that he’s found someone, that he’s found something that’s making his life a little better, especially after the terrible year he had, it’s a relief.”

“Pride over him boffing an absolute bombshell has nothing to do with it, I’m sure,” Tonks quipped.

“Manly, godfatherly pride aside, I’m just really happy that he’s doing better,” Sirius said. “I wrote a letter, and I was hoping…”

“Dumbledore’s been pretty adamant about keeping his post to a minimum,” Tonks said. “I’m not sure why, but I’m not about to question him.”

“I figure that it’s just out of fear that someone could track one of the owls to his aunt and uncle’s place,” Sirius said. “That’s why I was hoping that you’d deliver it.  Just place it on his nightstand or something.  I want him to know that, even though we’re not writing him at the moment, we’re all still thinking about him and that we all support him.”

“Why not ask Remus?” Tonks asked.

“He’s not on tonight,” Sirius said. “It’s the full moon.  He’ll have headed straight down into the dungeons to spend the night there.”

“Of course this place has a full-on dungeon,” Tonks muttered.

“The ancient and most batshit house of Black,” Sirius said in explanation. “I’ve no idea how your mother turned out so normal.”

Tonks laughed at that and said, “who’s got the late shift tonight?”

“Mundungus, I think,” Sirius replied.

“Dung doing the bloody late shift?” Tonks asked. “He’ll just pass out.  Fine, give me the letter, and I’ll make sure Harry gets it.  Excuse me while I track down Fletcher, though.  I’m off tomorrow, so I can take both shifts tonight.”

“Thanks, Tonks,” Sirius said.

*****

“OUI, OUI, OUI!” Fleur shrieked as Tonks arrived.

“Merlin’s sodding balls; they’re at it already?” Tonks grumbled. “Wotcher, Kingsley.”

Kingsley removed the invisibility cloak and pointed his wand at her.

“What was the first thing I told you about auror work?” he asked.

“The most grievous injury most of us suffered was chronic hand pain,” Tonks replied dryly. “Wish I’d bloody listened.”

Kingsley holstered his wand and handed her the cloak as Fleur’s cries continued to echo down to them.

“I think I finally understand the old adage about every man wanting a Veela girlfriend until he actually gets a Veela girlfriend,” Kingsley commented.

“Seems to be working out for him,” Tonks said, signaling up to the window.

“The blessings of youth,” Kingsley said, “both physically and in terms of having nothing else to do.  I’ll leave you to it.”

“Night, Kings,” Tonks said, waving to her fellow auror as he disapparated.

“I’M CUMMING!” Fleur squealed.

Tonks thought that she heard a far deeper sound of pleasure under the Veela’s shrieks, and she was proven right a moment later when they both quieted down completely.

“Well, that ought to buy me...five minutes of peace,” Tonks muttered to herself. “Oh shit, the letter!”

Remembering what she’d promised Sirius, Tonks flicked her wand into her hand and went to the backdoor, letting herself in as quietly as she could.  Dudley was nowhere to be seen, but Petunia and Vernon were sitting on the couch, wearing obvious earplugs, and reading.  Tonks would have felt badly for how much their minds had been affected by the horny Veela’s charms, but they seemed like genuinely terrible people, so she just shook her head and went upstairs.

“Homenum Revelio,” she murmured quietly as she reached the top step.  Suddenly she could see spectral outlines of Harry in the washroom, Fleur lying down on his bed, and Dudley in his own room, lying on his back with his hand on his…

She canceled the spell and quietly slipped inside Harry’s room.  She had meant to just avert her eyes, but Fleur had pulled the sheets over herself and was just staring up at the ceiling, grinning from ear to ear and breathing heavily.

“Incroyable,” she sighed, closing her eyes as she basked in the afterglow of what had to be pretty incredible sex.

The room absolutely wreaked of what the two of them had been up to, and Tonks wanted nothing more than to quietly deposit the letter before Harry got back and slip away.  Being a metamorphmagus brought many incredible gifts, but it was not without its drawbacks.  Given that her body was in a near constant state of flux, one of these drawbacks was being prone to clumsiness, and it was a testament to her talent as a duelist that she was a capable fighter at all given this.

As it was, she occasionally found herself tripping over rugs, tables, and nearly every time she walked past it, that damn umbrella stand in Grimmauld Place.  It could be very embarrassing at times, but sometimes it was genuinely dangerous.  As her foot caught on the rug by Harry’s bed, this turned out to be one of those times and she found herself falling face first into the table she’d meant to place the letter on.

*****

“What the…” Tonks went to ask as she came to.

As she opened her eyes, she noticed two things.  The first was a throbbing pain in her head, and the second was a very angry-looking naked man straddling her chest and pointing a wand at her face.

“Who are you?”  Harry growled.

“Wait, wait!” Tonks exclaimed. “I’m not a Death Eater.  I’m with the order.”

“What order?” Harry asked.

“Ze Order of ze Phoenix,” Fleur replied before she could.  Tonks looked over and saw the naked Veela sitting up in bed and reading the letter she’d been there to deliver. “Given ‘er ‘air, I assume you are Nymphadora Tonks?”

“Just Tonks,” Tonks replied out of habit. “That letter is from Sirius.  He asked me to deliver it to you.”

“You know Sirius?” Harry asked, relaxing slightly.

“Yup,” Tonks replied. “Cousin of mine, actually.”

“‘Arry, it is impolite to point two wands at a woman unless she ‘as asked for zat,” Fleur said chidingly, though the way that her lip tugged upward suggested that she wasn’t actually annoyed.

Confused for a moment at what she meant, Tonks looked back at Harry and noticed that he was fully erect and that she had the single largest cock she’d ever seen pointed right at her face, still glistening with Fleur’s copious pussy cream.

“What the fuck?” Tonks asked, mostly in shock at his size, though Harry clearly took it as being about his nudity.

He practically flew off of her and tried to cover himself up with his hands, though that only served to highlight that he required both to cover most of his cock.

“‘E is quite impressive, non?” Fleur asked, sounding amused.

“Fleur!” Harry exclaimed, sounding scandalized.

“‘Arry, Tonks ‘ere is part of a group who ‘ave been, ‘ow you say, keeping an eye on you, all summer,” Fleur said, and Tonks realized that she might have wanted to read that bloody letter first. “She ‘as ‘eard you drive me to orgasm after screaming orgasm again and again.  She probably wanted to see just what you were working with.”

“It’s not like that,” Tonks said, trying to get up and grabbing her head as it throbbed in pain.

“Oh, let me get zat,” Fleur said, picking up her wand and casting a couple quick healing spells. “Does zat feel better?”

“You guys have been watching me all summer?” Harry asked, sounding annoyed.

“Yes,” Tonks said, “to both of you.  Thanks for that, Fleur.  Harry, with you-know-who back…”

“Call him bloody Voldemort,” Harry hissed.

“V...Voldemort,” Tonks said. “With him back, Dumbledore wanted to make sure that you were safe, that if they somehow managed to find this place, there would be someone on hand to make sure that you got away.”

“The whole point of me returning to this place every summer is so that I’m kept safe,” Harry said. “I’d happily be just about anywhere else otherwise, and now Dumbledore doesn’t even think this works?”

“No protection is absolute,” Tonks said.

Harry deflated a little at that and said, “I guess I know that better than most.”

“Zere now, mon amour,” Fleur said, getting out of bed and walking over to hug him. “Your Dumbledore just wanted to keep you safe, and I’d be lying if I said zat ze zought of ‘aving a constant supply of guards outside listening to us make love is not ‘ot.”

“Merlin’s balls, you could bounce a galleon off of that,”Tonks couldn’t help but think as she caught sight of Fleur’s wonderfully round, rather red arse.

“Minx,” Harry rumbled, wrapping an arm around her lower back and pulling her in.

“Right,” Tonks said. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

“Before you go, Tonks,” Fleur said, turning to her. “Did ‘earing ‘Arry fuck me like ze stud ‘e is turn you on?”

“What?” Tonks asked, flushing crimson.

“Fleur!” Harry exclaimed.  He turned to her a second later and asked, “wait, how did your hair do that?”

“She is a metamorphmagus, as I said,” Fleur replied before she could. “She can transform at will and even against it when emotional, it would seem.”

“More or less right,” Tonks said, “and why would you ask that?”

“My ‘Arry ‘as ze stamina of a god,” Fleur cooed, cupping her embarrassed-looking boyfriend’ cheek. “I am planning on sharing you with Gabrielle when she’s older, and getting experience with zreesomes ahead of zat would be ‘elpful.”

“Threesomes?” Tonks asked.

“Gabrielle?” Harry asked.

“She is quite taken with you, mon tresor,” Fleur said. “Ze way zat you saved ‘er from ze lake made you ‘er ‘ero and she is Veela.  She will want you from ze moment she’s old enough, and I would be a very poor sister if I did not share such a delectable man with ‘er.”

“Is...is that common among Veela?” Harry asked.

“Non,” Fleur said, “but zen, a man capable of satisfying a Veela is a rare thing.  A man capable of utterly exhausting one is almost uneard of.  If I brought you to one of ze colonies, you would feast on cunt day and night.”

“You mean he doesn’t already?” Tonks asked snarkily, and Fleur just laughed.

“Good point,” she giggled. “Anyway, I can smell ze arousal rolling off of you in waves, and you are clearly deeply attracted to us both, not to mention gorgeous.  If you ever want to stop listening from outside and join us, I, for one, would not object.  ‘Arry?”

Harry looked her up and down, his gorgeous green eyes dark with lust, and said, “definitely not.”

“I’m…” Tonks trailed off, hornier than she could ever remember being. “I’m a little old for you.”

Harry pulled Fleur closer until her back was flush against his chest and his cock was nestled between the globes of her arse.  Leaning in to lick her sweat-salted neck, he said, “I like older women.”

Fleur reached down to her very red, swollen pussy and used two fingers to scoop some of his thick, viscous come from herself.  Bringing the fingers to her lips, she moaned at the taste, and Tonk felt her already damp panties become truly ruined.  She had always heard that Veela were terrible seducers who craved sex and stole away boyfriends and husbands with ease.  She’d figured that the stories were just the fever dreams of jealous wives whose looks had faded with age, but every word that Fleur spoke went straight to her dripping pussy.  Of course, Harry was just as bad at the moment, so perhaps it had more to do with the fact that she hadn’t been laid in weeks and hadn’t had good sex in ages.

“How long is your shift?” Fleur asked.

“All night long,” Tonks replied.

“What a coincidence!” Fleur exclaimed. “Zat’s ‘ow long ‘Arry usually goes.”

“Fuck me,” Tonks breathed, her eyes widening as Fleur approached her.

“Zat’s ze idea,” the blonde seductress purred before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

“Oh fuck!” Harry gasped, taking the words right out of her occupied mouth.

Tonks had pretty quickly learned that she was bisexual in school, something that really hadn’t helped the Nympho jokes that started in her third year.  She had had both male and female lovers through the years, and not one of them had ever made her feel the way that Fleur did with a simple kiss.  The woman’s tongue expertly coaxed her own to play, leading it on a dance that felt better than any regular kiss could.  Her already overheated sex burned anew, and her arousal started running down her thighs.  A familiar pressure deep within her core grew unbearable, and she started yearning to be touched.

“She tastes like berries, mon amour,” Fleur said as she broke the kiss and turned to look at a stunned-looking Harry. “Come taste her for yourself.”

Harry reached her in two strides and wrapped an arm around her, with the other going around Fleur.  He looked at her for a moment, as though seeking approval, and though she might normally have had some reservations about snogging a guy whose sorting she watched in her final year, she couldn’t deny that she wanted him.  She nodded, and he kissed her deeply.  His kiss was different from Fleur’s, more dominating and demanding, and she melted into him as Fleur backed away.  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she trailed her nails through his thick, messy black hair, scratching his scalp lightly and making him groan into her mouth.  She felt his cock pressing against her belly through her robes, and a moment later, she felt his flush against his bare skin.

“What the…” Tonks went to ask, as she realized that she’d been undressed.

“Beautiful,” Fleur said, holding her summoned clothes in her hands.  She deposited them on the end-table with her wand and sauntered over to them.

“You’re gorgeous,” Harry murmured, drawing her attention back to him as he stared down at her. “Are these abs from your powers or exercise?”

“Both,” Tonks said, pleased at how he was looking at her. “I work my arse off to keep in shape for the job, but my abilities let me cheat a little.”

“Zis doesn’t look off to me,” Fleur said, cupping her ass from behind. “So firm and solid.”

“Ahh,” Tonks gasped at Fleur’s touch, throwing her head back onto the blonde’s shoulder.  Harry took that as an invitation to attack her neck with his hungry lips, trailing hot kisses down the column.

“Fuck, you two are so hot!” Tonks moaned.

“So are you,” Fleur said, kissing her way down Tonks’ back.  When she reached her lower ribs, she paused and traced her finger over an old scar. “Did you get zis on ze job?”

“No,” Tonks said. “That was one from training.  Towards the end, Moody started to attack me at random to test my reflexes and keep me on my toes.  Still does now and then.”

“Mad-Eye?” Harry asked.

“Yup,” Tonks said. “I was his last protege before he retired.”

“I thought he was my DADA professor last year,” Harry said.

“I heard,” Tonks said. “Gave him right shit over that one.”

Fleur reached Tonks’ ass and spread the firm cheeks wide, giving her a clear view of her puckered asshole and dripping folds.  At the same time, Harry continued his way down and grasped her breasts.  She usually kept them to a reasonable size, but they looked tiny in his large hands, and she willed them to grow until they filled them nicely.

“Holy shit!” Harry gasped, in awe of her abilities. “Can you make them more or less sensitive too?”

“Yes I...ahh!” Tonks cried as he wrapped his lips around one of her hard, pink nipples.

He kneaded her breasts gently as he switched from nipple to nipple.  Tonks would have been happy with the magic his talented hands,lips, and tongue were doing to her, but then Fleur reminded her that she was there as well by pushing two slim fingers inside her quivering cunt.  Wondering why she’d never had a threesome before, Tonks gasped and tightened her grip on Harry’s head, holding him firmly to her chest.

“She tastes divine, ‘Arry,” Fleur cooed a moment after pulling her fingers out. “Come get a taste.”

Fleur stood up behind her and extended her middle finger to Harry, who wrapped his lips around it.  Tonks shuddered as she watched him suck her fluids off of the digit and felt her knees buckle when he moaned in pleasure at the taste.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Harry murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Lie down on the bed so I can eat your beautiful little pussy.”

“Y...you actually want to?” Tonks asked.  Even with her abilities helping her improve the taste a bit, she’d still found that her male lovers were often reluctant at best.

“‘Arry loves ze taste of cunt, Tonks,” Fleur purred, “and ‘e is so very good with ‘is tongue.”

Tonks backed up until her knees hit the bed, and she sat down, spreading her legs eagerly for him.

“Do you shave or just take care of it with your powers?” Harry asked, looking down at her bare pussy.

“I’ve never shaved,” Tonks replied. “I hated how body hair felt from the first time I tried to grow any, and I haven’t bothered since.”

“Something we ‘ave in common,” Fleur said, “zough in my case, my kind just do not grow ‘air below our ‘eads.”

“I guess I’m the only Harry one here,” Harry commented with a small smile on his face, and Tonks groaned at the bad pun.

Harry kneeled in front of her and inhaled her scent with his eyes closed.  He ran his long tongue through her folds, and Tonks gasped at the sudden contact, grabbing his head.  Her fingers snaked through his thick, messy hair as he started eating her out properly.  He stuck his tongue inside her quivering hole, tasting her directly, and then spread that wetness across the rest of her.  He was relentless in exploring every bit of her sensitive flesh, save for her clit which he avoided so absolutely that she knew it was purposeful.

“Holy fuck,” Tonks whimpered as he nearly licked her throbbing pearl again.

“Good, non?” Fleur asked, sitting next to her and raking her nails through her multicolored hair. “Ze first time ‘e feasted on my cunt, I zought I was going to die; it was so intense.”

“Wish he’d hit my...fuck!...bloody clit,” Tonks groaned.

“Actually, Tonks,” Harry said. “Can you make it bigger?”

“I can transform it into a whole cock if I want,” Tonks said.

“Perhaps not that far,” Harry said dryly. “just enough that it fully emerges past the hood?”

Tonks snickered and focused on her clit, enlarging it until it was about the size of her pinky up to the first knuckle.  She expected Harry to ask her to shrink it down a bit, but instead he wrapped his lips around it and her whole world turned to bliss.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Tonks chanted as she soared towards her peak.

His tongue was swirling around the entire thing continuously and it was driving her insane.

“Just a...gah...just a little more!” Tonks cried.

“You ‘ave ‘ad your fun teasing ‘er, mon tresor,” Fleur said. “Now break her.”

Before Tonks could ask what that meant, Harry managed to roll his tongue around so it enveloped her enlarged clit completely and then made it vibrate.

“FUCK!” Tonks screamed, all the breath in her lungs going into that one elongated word as an orgasm beyond anything she had ever known rocked her entire body.

She squirted all over him, drenching his face and chest in her fluids as Fleur laughed in delight next to her.  It went on and on as wave after mind-numbing wave of pure ecstasy coursed through her.  One orgasm bled into another and then another, as she seemed locked in an endless cycle of sensation beyond comprehension.  It grew more and more intense as time went on, until it started to become painful as well as pleasurable.  Eventually, her body decided for her that she’d had enough as she subconsciously pulled her clit back until it was too small to be touched.  She collapsed back then, her still spasming body curling into a ball as she panted for breath.

“Fantastique,” she barely heard Fleur say. “I did not know zat a ‘uman woman could cum zat ‘ard.”

“Neither did...I…” Tonks panted, her body still not back under her full control. “What...the...fuck?”

“Parseltongue,” Harry replied, sitting down next to her and stroking her hair as she slowly recovered from the most intense thing she’d ever felt in her life.

“That was insane,” Tonks said as the last of it ended and she regained her breath.

“You see why I am so taken with ‘im?” Fleur asked.

She was, she had to admit.  Between the massive cock that he clearly knew what he was doing with and his genuinely magical tongue, all of the screaming she’d heard over the past few weeks suddenly made a lot of sense.  Sitting up, she looked over at Fleur and noticed just how incredible her breasts truly were.  Large, full, and remarkably perky for their significant weight, they sat high on her chest with large rosy nipples standing at attention.  Without even realizing what she was doing, Tonks grew her own breasts until they were a perfect match for the Veela’s.

“Oh my,” Fleur said, cupping Tonks’ larger breasts with her soft hands. “It is like looking in a mirror.”

“Hmm,” Tonks sighed as Harry joined Fleur in feeling her up.  It was then that she realized something strange. “That’s odd.”

“What is?” Harry asked, her eyes not leaving her girls.

“The last time I tried having tits this big was back in Hogwarts,” Tonks said, “and back then they hurt my back, but I don’t feel the strain this time.”

“You are stronger now, oui?” Fleur asked. “Zese sexy back muscles of yours probably weren’t as developed zen.”

“I guess, ahh!” Tonks sighed as Harry began peppering her sensitive mounds with little kisses. “Maybe I’ll keep them.”

“I wouldn’t object,” Harry chuckled.

“So, Tonks,” Fleur said, “would you like to take a ride on ‘Arry’s ‘orsecock?”

Tonks snorted at the blunt proposition but smirked when she saw Harry’s massive cock twitch in response.  With her abilities, she could probably fuck giants or centaurs safely, but Harry was going to be the largest man she’d been with yet, and she was looking forward to feeling that stretched.

“Definitely,” Tonks said.  Looking at Harry with sexy, hooded eyes, she asked, “so how do you want me, stud?”

“In every position imaginable,” Harry replied, his low, rumbling voice making her pussy quiver, “but how about on your back first?  Fleur can sit on your face once you’ve adjusted to me.

“That sounds good to me,” Tonks said, “but you don’t have to worry about me adjusting to you, at least not like normal women.  I can make myself loose enough to take a fist or tight enough to hold a pinky in place, so once you’re in, I’ll mold myself around you.”

“That sounds…” Harry trailed off, his eyes darkening even further with lust as he imagined what a pussy made specifically to take him was going to feel like.

“Tres bien,” Fleur said, grinning, “zen just lie down ‘ere.”

She made room for Tonks, who wasted no time at all lying on her back with her head on the pillow, looking up at her two new lovers.  They really were gorgeous, and it was insane to think that Harry was only going to grow sexier in the coming years.  Fleur sat down next to her, lazily kneading one of her breasts as she waited for Harry to get started.  He moved slowly over to her, his lusty gaze trained on her with promises of pleasure.  Tonks’ hair was a bright pink with shades of red as her desires grew feverish.

“Such a gorgeous little pussy,” Harry said, slapping it with his cock.

Tonks gasped and grinned at the compliment, her grin growing feral as he slotted the bulbous head of his cock between her slick folds.

“Fuck me, Harry,” she begged.

Harry thrust forward, and the look of shock on his face at how easily he slipped in was comical.  Tonks barely felt him even with his immense size as he buried himself to the hilt, but once their pubic bones touched and his heavy balls were resting on her ass, she shrunk herself down to perfectly fit him and moaned loudly.

“Holy fuck!” Harry gasped as he felt her squeeze around every inch of his length.

“Took the...words right out of my mouth,” Tonks shuddered.  There was just so damn much of him.

“Does she feel good, mon amour?” Fleur asked.

“Like a hot, wet silk glove,” Harry replied through gritted teeth.

“Better zan me?” Fleur asked teasingly.

“Different,” Harry said. “Not quite as hot, but she wasn’t kidding about molding it around me.”

“One of my many talents,” Tonks said. “No matter who I’m with, I can shrink myself to cling around him tightly, but fuck me, you feel bloody deep!  What did you mean by hot?”

“Veela run a little ‘otter zan ‘uman women,” Fleur replied, picking up her hand and placing it between her legs. “See?”

“Yes,” Tonks said, gently stroking her fingers through Fleur’s folds, making the gorgeous blonde sigh. “Harry, you can move, which means I want your perfect arse on my face, Blondie.”

“Gladly,” Fleur said, grinning.

She hooked one of her knees around Tonks to straddle her, and then moved backward until her pussy was hovering right over her face.  Her full, round ass looked even better up close, and Tonks couldn’t wait to have it on her face.  A drop of the Veela’s fluids dripped down onto the other woman’s cheek just as Harry pulled most of his colossal cock from her depths and thrust back in hard.

“Oh fuck!” Tonks cried. “That feels so fucking go...mmmm”

She was cut off by Fleur’s pussy and moaned into her soaking wet nether lips as Harry started fucking her.  Tonks was used to using her abilities to maximize the stimulation a partner could give her when she was being fucked, but Harry felt so much more intense than she was used to.  As he worked up to a steady, hard rhythm, the metamorphmagus was shocked at how quickly she started approaching another climax.  When Fleur started wiggling on her impatiently, Tonks decided to get to work.

“Mmm,” Fleur sighed as Tonks gave her a long lick.

“Fuck, she tastes good,” Tonks thought to herself.  She could use her abilities to make her own fluids more pleasant than they would have been otherwise, but Fleur tasted like salty honey, and she moaned at the flavor.

“I think she’s as fond of you as I am,” Harry chuckled.

“‘Aving fun?” Fleur asked teasingly.

“You know I am,” Harry replied. “I’m a very lucky man, my love.”

“You’re a ‘ero, ‘Arry,” Fleur cooed. “You saved ma soeur for no reason other zan zat you zought it was ze right zing to do.  ‘Ow could I not reward such a zing?  Of course, zat reward would ‘ave been a one-time zing if you weren’t so manifique.”

As Tonks listened to the little bit of backstory for these two, she wrapped her legs more tightly around Harry’s waist and started meeting his thrusts, grunting into Fleur’s pussy with nearly every impact.  It felt so fucking good, and she wasn’t sure how much longer it was going to take her to cum at the rate they were going.  She wanted to get Fleur off before she came.

“Luckily, Harry’s not the only one who can cheat when eating pussy,” she thought to herself.

Slipping her tongue inside Fleur’s cunt, she focused on it and made it grow.

“Oh!” Fleur gasped.

“What is it?” Harry asked, not breaking his rhythm at all.

“‘Er tongue is...inside me,” Fleur moaned.  Harry must have looked confused because she added, “deep inside me.”

“Oh!” Harry laughed. “I hadn’t thought of that.  Is it good?”

“So good!” Fleur moaned. “It’s stretching me like a cock, but it’s wiggling around.”

“That’s nothing,” Tonks thought, gleeful at Fleur’s audible pleasure.

Willing her tongue to change shape slightly, she did something an ex-girlfriend of hers absolutely adored and forced the underside of her tongue to grow a small prehensile tentacle that snaked its way up to Fleur’s throbbing clit and latched onto it.  Fleur went still in shock, and Tonks grabbed onto her hips to hold her steady.  Carefully controlling the little tentacle, the tip of which looked like the sucker on an octupus’ tentacle, she began sucking on Fleur’s clit while moving the tip of her tongue down to stroke the Veela’s g-spot.

“Oh fuck!” Fleur cried, her whole body beginning to shake as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. “Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Tonks had no intention of stopping and happily continued trying to drive the beautiful blonde insane.  Her pussy began to flutter and quiver in no time as she raced towards her climax.  Tonks had to hold her more tightly as she went for fear that she’d fall off of her face.

“Oui, oui, oui, OUI!” Fleur shrieked at the top of her lungs as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her whole body writhed atop Tonks as a gush of her fluids filled her mouth.  Tonks drank down what she could, trying to keep tongue-fucking her through her titanic peak.  Harry stopped fucking her during it, and she guessed he was just watching in awe as the blonde came undone utterly.  After the better part of a minute, her orgasm ended,and Fleur slumped forward into Harry’s arms, panting like she’d just run a marathon.

“Incroyable,” Tonksbarely heard Fleur whisper into Harry’s neck.

“It looked likeit,” Harry said.

“Fuck her...mon amour,” Fleur panted. “Make her...come back...like you did...me.”

Grinning devilishly down at Tonks, Harry said, “that I can do.”

Tonks shivered at the look and flexed her inner muscles around his cock.  Harry helped Fleur get off of her and lie down next to them before leaning in and kissing Tonks deeply.  The metamorphmagus returned the kiss eagerly and moaned into his mouth as he began fucking her again.  After a moment, he ended the kiss, pulled out of her, and flipped her onto her belly before slamming back inside her to the hilt.

“Ahh!” Tonks cried at the sudden insertion.

“That was some trick,” Harry whispered in her ear.

“Says the man who...oh fuck, right there...made me squirt with just his tongue,” Tonks moaned.

“I wonder how else I can make you squirt,” Harry mused.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her pulse point as he pounded her into the bed.  Tonks buried her face in the sheets and cried out in bliss.  She’d always loved this position if she could find a man capable of properly dominating her in it, and Harry was proving to be such a man.  Hoping that he’d take the hint, she grew her hair out until it reached her shoulders and then screamed as he grabbed it and pulled her head back.

“You came awfully quickly back there,” Harry commented. “I’d almost think it had been a while.”

“It had,” Tonks whimpered.

“How?” Harry asked. “You’re hot as hell and can look like anything.  How have you been single for more than a day in your entire life?”

“I work all the time, and most guys aren’t worth shite,” Tonks moaned. “I like girls too, but I’d miss cock too much to date one exclusively.”

“Well, that I can give you,” Harry said, changing up his angle slightly.

“Oh Merlin,” Tonks groaned as he hit a spot deep inside her that felt fucking divine. “Hit that again.”

“Can you shift it slightly?” Harry asked.

Tonks blinked, having never actually considered that, and focused on trying to move the sensitive area right near the back of her pussy only to have her eyes nearly cross just as she succeeded.

“Holy fuck!” Tonks cried.

Harry practically growled in triumph as he felt the sudden change within her and started fucking her even harder, pounding that sensitive spot over and over again.  Tonks didn’t know if this was the best or the worst idea she’d ever tried as the pleasure grew more and more intense.  She knew that she was seconds from cumming and would have begged him not to stop, but all she seemed to be able to do was moan and scream.  Suddenly Fleur touched her head, and she turned to look at the blonde, who looked in that moment more like a goddess than a mere mortal.

“Cum,” Fleur said, and Tonks felt a wave of some sort of magic she couldn’t identify wash over her.

“AHHH!” she squealed so loudly, she was sure the entire neighborhood heard her as the greatest orgasm of her life rocked her entire body.

She writhed and convulsed under Harry as the pleasure thundered through her from head to toe.  With her legs shaking and her toes clenching almost painfully, she squirted, flooding the bed under them.  Harry didn’t waver even slightly as she came, continuing to fuck her through the entire thing.  That orgasm seemed to bleed into another, and Tonks lost herself in the sea of ecstasy, letting herself be swept up by a maelstrom that she could barely contemplate.  On and on it went until her world went black.

*****

Tonks’ eyes fluttered open slowly as it registered that she was feeling something very, very good.  Her brain had trouble piecing together exactly what it was for a moment before she realized that someone was licking her pussy.  Her eyes shooting open, she saw a mop of long blonde hair between her thighs, and the sound of muffled moans began to reach her ear.

“Welcome back,” Harry said, smiling down at her as he fucked Fleur from behind.

“Oh,” Fleur said, “ ‘ello Tonks.  Did you...oh fuck, right there, ‘Arry...sleep well?”

“How long was I...oh yes…” Tonks sighed as Fleur returned to eating her out.

“About fifteen minutes,” Harry replied. “I came inside you just as you passed out.  Fleur cast a contraceptive charm and went down on you.”

“That’s considerate, but I can’t get pregnant unless I choose to,” Tonks said. “Metamorph perk.  Not that I mind, but why did Frenchie decide to eat me out while I was asleep?”

“She doesn’t like to miss a drop of my cum,” Harry said, earning an affirmative sounding moan from Fleur. “You’ll get that far more often if you decide to keep joining us.”

“I ‘ope you do,” Fleur said. “Zis ‘as been very fun.”

Continuing to sleep with these two could lead to a number of problems for her down the line, but as Fleur buried her face between her thighs again, Tonks found herself thinking that they might be worth it.