Harry's Interactive 8th Year Chapter 4: The Patrol (June 2020) (Patreon)

"I'm just saying, if there's any prefect who doesn't need a bodyguard, isn't it me? Who else in this school, of the students at least, is more capable of taking care of themselves than I am?" He'd been expecting to do his nighttime patrol with one of the prefects or perhaps the Head Girl (that would have been fun!) Discovering that he'd instead be patrolling with a licensed auror hadn't made him very happy, even if he quite liked this particular auror.

"I'm not arguing with you, Harry," Tonks said, sweeping their surroundings with her trained auror eyes as they continued their patrol. "But you'll just have to play nice on this one. I know you don't need a babysitter, and so does Kingsley. But the public worships the ground that you walk on right now, and if word got out that we allowed our Chosen One to patrol the castle grounds after curfew without an auror there to protect him it'd be Kingsley's arse on the line if anything happened to you." Harry opened his mouth to protest, and she shook her head. 

"I get it, I really do," she said. "I know you can handle yourself against any student in this castle, and we've got the grounds and Hogsmeade so well-guarded that there's really no way anyone could sneak in or out without us noticing. But the war's only been over for a few months, and most people are still coming to terms with that. There's still tension there; some people are afraid to believe that it's actually over for good, you know?" 

"I get that," he said. And he did. Most of the wizarding world had been content to run and hide until their 17-year old Chosen One and his friends took care of everything for them. "But I don't care how afraid anyone else is; I'm not going to turtle up and live in fear. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with an auror constantly lurking behind my back."

"I know you don't," she said, "and you won't have to. The paranoia will die down soon enough, I promise. If there are no incidents between now and then, I'll bet Kingsley won't feel pressured to send someone with you the next time it's your turn to patrol. In the meantime, just endure it, yeah? I'm sure you'd rather be patrolling with some pretty young witch you could drag into a cupboard with you, but you'll have to suffer through a patrol with an old spinster like me this time." She teased him by morphing her features into those of an old gray-haired woman with a hunched back, but switched back into a more standard form after just a few moments. Harry appreciated that; he was rather enjoying the way that Tonks' fit arse moved in her tight blue jeans as she took the lead and cleared the way for him.

"I'm sure I'll manage somehow," he said.

--

"Is there anyone who isn't out of their dorm after curfew to snog, suck or fuck tonight?" Harry grumbled. This was getting ridiculous!

First they'd found Pansy Parkinson on her knees and sucking Blaise Zabini off in a broom closet. Harry had taken pleasure in assigning her detention with Hagrid, especially when he really twisted the knife by giving Zabini no punishment whatsoever. His reasoning had been that as a prefect it was her responsibility to set a good example for the student body, but he wouldn't deny that he'd punished her largely out of spite. Turned out that trying to get everyone else to turn on him and hand him over to Voldemort hadn't endeared her to him, no matter how nice her legs looked or how she'd been bobbing her head on Zabini like a natural born cocksucker when they found her.

That had just been the beginning though. They'd found several couples groping and snogging each other, but walking in on Daphne's younger sister Astoria getting double penetrated by a pair of Slytherins from her year had been particularly interesting. He couldn't wait until he told Daphne about that one!

It was getting ridiculous though. He certainly wasn't going to judge anyone for sneaking in a grope or a shag; that would have been more than a little hypocritical given everything that he'd already gotten up to so far this term. The bigger problem was that catching all of these students in various states of undress and performing all manner of sexual act was making him horny as hell. Tonks wasn't helping with that either. She'd chipped in with a suggestive or outright filthy comment for every couple or group they found, whether it be giving Pansy tips on how to deepthroat a cock, complimenting Astoria for her durability or licking her lips and telling a 7th year Ravenclaw boy to look her up once he was out of Hogwarts. 

"Teenagers fuck, Harry," she said bluntly. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you that though." She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively. "I'm friendly with Fleur, you know. How did you like your first taste of French cuisine?"

Harry had no clue what to say in response to that. He wasn't embarrassed about her or anyone else knowing that he'd fucked the gorgeous part-veela. No, that was a major point of pride for him and he was okay if the entire wizarding world knew it. His bigger issue was that being reminded of all that he'd gotten up to with Fleur wasn't doing him any favors as he tried to calm his libido and perform his Head Boy duties.

He groaned when he heard a thump from one of the nearby classrooms. He didn't even need to wonder about what the cause of the thump was. All that really remained unanswered was whose body had just gotten pressed up against the wall in the middle of a rough shag.

"Let's go," he said, resigned. Tonks skipped ahead of him, as she had all night. Her arse had gotten bigger somewhere along the way but her jeans had remained the same size. They were even tighter now, and as a result so were his own trousers. Fucking tease.

Tonks opened the door, wand at the ready, and peered inside the classroom. Her body relaxed when she identified that the cause of the sound posed no threat to them, as he'd expected, but the way she hummed in the back of her throat piqued his curiosity.

"Now that's interesting," she said. Harry crept in behind her, and he shared her interest in what awaited them.

"Bloody hell," he whispered. 

Hannah Abbott was smoothing out her skirt and blushing furiously, but it wasn't like they couldn't tell what she'd just been doing, or had done to her more, to be more accurate. Susan Bones was still down on the floor, blindfolded and with her hands tied together, and her lips and chin were suspiciously wet. Apparently Hannah had gotten so wrapped up in Susan's cunnilingus that she'd banged against the wall.

Tonks used her wand to free Susan's hands and remove her blindfold, and the gorgeous redhead blushed as red as her hair as she looked at Harry.

"Sorry to interrupt your fun, ladies, but you should probably get back to your dorm now," Tonks said. She sounded both aroused and amused at the same time.

"R-right!" Hannah said. She bolted out of the room as fast as her legs would carry her, and Susan wasn't far behind. She did give Harry a brief, nervous smile before she left though.

"I'll see you later, Harry," she said, and then she was gone.

"Hmm," Tonks said, turning to him. "I've seen that look before. Have you shagged her yet?"

He thought about asking her why she thought it was her business, but then shrugged. He had nothing to hide, and Tonks was his friend. "No," he said. "We fooled around on the train, but I haven't shagged her. She still hasn't had her first time yet, or at least she hadn't the last time I talked to her."

"Well if you want to be the one to have that first time with her, you might want to get on that," Tonks said. "She obviously wants to give it to you, but she's not gonna wait forever. She's gotta be feeling pretty antsy by now if she's getting herself tied up and eating out her friend."

"You might be right," he said. Maybe he should think about pursuing Susan soon.

"Shoulda grabbed her before she left," Tonks suggested.

"I'm sure you would've enjoyed that," he said sarcastically. She just nodded and grinned at him.

"Yep, I would have," she said. "I'm bloody horny, and jealous."

"Jealous?" he repeated.

"Yeah. It's been months since I got laid, Harry. Months. Do you have any idea how frustrating it's been to walk around breaking up all these horny teenagers, all the time wishing I could let them keep going? Maybe even join in?"

"I can," he said.

"No you can't." She scoffed and shook her head. "You went and shagged Fleur fucking Delacour. When she told me that story I masturbated as soon as she left; it's the hardest I've cum in over a month. And I bet she's not even the only witch you've shagged since the end of the war, is she?" Harry could only shake his head, because she most certainly was not. "Yeah, that's what I thought. So don't tell me you have even the slightest idea of how horny I am after pulling apart half-naked teenager after half-naked teenager."

"You think I don't know?" he asked. He decided to be bold; it had served him very well so far this year. "I've been staring at your arse in those jeans all night."

Tonks looked at him with sudden intensity and realization. She glanced down at his trousers and her eyes lit up when she saw the evidence of his arousal bulging. Harry felt the mood in the classroom change. Tonks had gone from frustration to intrigue.

"You look awfully excited, Mr. Potter," she said. "Now I know the mind of a teenage witch well enough; used to be one myself, after all. I'm sure there's no shortage of nubile young women you could turn to and have take care of that once your patrol's done."

"Maybe," he said. Going after Susan wouldn't have been the best move just because of the complication of going to the Hufflepuff dorm in the middle of the night, but Fleur would be easy enough to reach, and of course there was Daphne back in their shared suite. She was probably sleeping by now but he had a feeling she would welcome him into her bed readily enough if he asked. He didn't think he was going to need to seek out either of them tonight though. Much like Tonks had recognized the look of longing in Susan's eye, so too could Harry see the metamorph looking him up and down like she wanted to devour him.

"I wonder if there's anything I could do to entice you to stay right here in this classroom with me instead?" Tonks asked. She crossed her arms underneath her breasts as she spoke, and they began to grow right before his eyes. She didn't expand them to a comical size, but they still got large enough to pop the buttons on a shirt that was now too small for her.

"I have a feeling you could talk me into jumping off of a cliff if you put any effort into it," he said. The pink-haired auror snorted, and then she pulled her Weird Sisters t-shirt off. Her bra was struggling to contain her larger breasts just as much as the shirt had, but it was relieved of duty seconds later when she unhooked it and tossed it over her shoulder.

"How am I doing so far?" she asked, looking at him for approval. Harry answered by striding towards her, pulling her body into his and grabbing her breasts with both hands.

"I'll take that as a good job, Tonks'" she said. He leaned his head in to lick and suck at her now-massive breasts, and she giggled and ran her hands through his hair.

"Never been fucked in a classroom before," she said as she pulled his shirt over his head. "Always wanted to try it." He groaned when her hand cupped him through his trousers. "Mmm, that feels promising. Let's have a look at you." Tonks undid his trousers and pulled them down his legs, along with his boxers. She actually clapped in delight and did a little cheer when she saw his cock for the first time. "Looks like Fleur wasn't exaggerating then!"

Harry wasn't in the mood to tease her about doubting him. He might not have been in the middle of a months-long dry spell like she was, but he was a horny young adult wizard who had become accustomed to regular sex and had just spent over an hour breaking up one erotic encounter after another. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this pent-up and needy, and he wasn't going to waste any time.

He struggled with her jeans just due to how tight they were, but her hands joined his and together they got them down around her ankles. He groaned when he noticed that she was not wearing anything underneath them, and then did a double take when her pubic hair shifted from a standard landing strip into a little pink lightning bolt shape.   

"Let's see if you're really as good as Fleur says you are," Tonks said. She took a few backwards steps away from him, leaned back against the teacher's desk and crooked her finger at him. "Come and get me, Head Boy."

He practically tackled her down onto the desk. She landed with a thump, but she just laughed and pulled him down on top of her. Between her career as an auror and her general clumsiness she was no stranger to falling down; she was far more concerned with kissing him, reaching her hand between their bodies and rubbing his cock. He returned the favor by playing with her breasts while they kissed on top of the desk.

As much as Harry enjoyed snogging Tonks on top of the desk, he could tell that this wasn't going to be the best way to go about actually fucking her. Maybe she could be on it, but he wasn't going to have the freedom of motion that he wanted and needed if he was going to try and live up to whatever lofty expectations she'd gotten from listening to Fleur. So when the time came and he was ready to take this to the next stage he got up off of the desk. Tonks whined in disappointment at the loss of contact but she seemed to catch on to what he was going for quickly enough, because she scooted her body down so her arse was right on the edge of the desk and her legs hung down. She looked up at him and licked her lips as she watched him stand between her spread legs and guide his cock towards her pussy.

"Yes, Harry," she said. Her voice sounded huskier than he'd ever heard it. "Stick that thing in me. God, give it to me! I need it so bad!"

"All you had to do was ask," he said. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy for a few seconds just to build up the anticipation, and then he pushed his hips forward and entered her. Tonks grunted as soon as she felt his cock slide into her, and her hair flashed from pink to an emerald green that reminded him of the color of his eyes.

"Holy shit!" she said through a moan. "Damn, you feel so good!"

"Funny you'd say that, considering what this feels like for me," he said, closing his eyes in concentration. He'd yet to take a lover that failed to please him, and whether they were an experienced lover like some of the women in Madrid who had served as his teachers or a virgin like Daphne, he'd enjoyed being inside of them all. He'd never thought he would feel another pussy as tight as Fleur's, her veela genes giving her physical traits that a normal human witch just couldn't match. But he'd failed to consider what it might feel like to fuck a metamorph. 

"Ah, you like that, huh?" she asked, grinning up at him and opening her eyes. "Welcome to sex with a metamorphmagus. I can reshape my body in all sorts of interesting ways. Most people just think about how I can make my arse or my tits bigger, change my facial features or pretend to be someone else, but yeah, there are all sorts of interesting ways I can switch things up. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," he said, gritting his teeth and fighting not to cum inside of this pussy that was shifting and tightening around him, giving him an incredible sensation even before he'd started moving. "Yes, I agree."

"You've already passed the first test," she said. "Most guys cum the second I show them that little trick. I usually have to take it easy and not use my morphing to the fullest during sex if I want to get anything out of it myself. But if you can take this, maybe I don't need to hold myself back with you." 

"Don't hold back," he said firmly. He could understand why she felt the need to do that with most lovers; he was sure that he would have been done for if she'd done this to him before he'd learned some valuable lessons and gained some much-needed experience. But he wasn't going to be satisfied with himself unless he knew that he'd truly taken care of her, and how could he do that if she was holding back in any way. 

"Okay then," she said. "I won't." He could tell that she meant it. She was going to give him her all, and it would be up to him to prove that he could take it. "So long as you don't hold back either."

"You don't need to worry about that," he said. He punctuated that point by pulling his hips back and then thrusting back into her hard. They shared a mutual groan, Tonks because it had been months since she'd gotten any action and Harry because her pussy was doing everything it could to make him lose control.

He refused to give in though. He hadn't with Fleur and he wouldn't with Tonks either. He held her by the feet and fucked her as forcefully as he could given the incredible tightness of her metamorph pussy. It wasn't easy to move at full speed or push as deeply inside of her as he wanted to, not with the way she tightened up and gripped him. 

It almost felt like they were battling to see who could break the other first. Could he endure this heavenly prison long enough to please her, or was her metamorphmagus pussy going to be too much for him to handle?

She challenged him just as well as Fleur had, just in a different way. Fleur's body was born the way it was; she didn't have to work to make her pussy a perfectly tight fit for him. With Tonks the challenge was active. She was the one using her extremely rare talent to not only make him work for every inch but enhance the sensation dramatically for him. It was a constant struggle not to give in to that tightness, that pleasure, and give her the creampie she was actively trying to milk out of him. But he persevered, and the longer he held off the more he could see that his efforts were not in vain. 

"Fuck yeah!" Tonks shouted. "Fuck me, Harry! God, I needed this so fucking much!" She'd been groaning right from the beginning, and he quickly learned that she had a filthy mouth in bed (or on the desk, whatever.) That was no real surprise given her usual attitude, but he loved hearing her talk like that when the cause was how much she was enjoying having his cock sawing in and out of her. Hearing her scream like that gave him all the motivation he needed to hold out until he could take her all the way.

All of Harry's labor bore fruit when he finally managed to make Tonks forfeit their little challenge. She didn't come right out and tell him that she was cumming, but she didn't need to. Her orgasm might have been the loudest he'd ever heard. She screamed hard enough to make him flinch, her body writhed on the desktop beneath her, and her hair flashed from green to red to black and finally took on a silvery sheen as she hit her peak. The most noteworthy part of her orgasm from Harry's perspective, however, was the way her pussy clamped down on him. Her body was demanding that he join her in ecstasy, and now that he'd done what he wanted to do he had no issue with giving in to that demand.

She seemed to sense what was about to happen, and she wrenched her feet out of his grasp with surprising strength and hooked them around his hips. There was no question about where she wanted him to cum. If she wanted his seed inside of her he had no issue with that whatsoever. His groan rumbled up through his chest and he gave her what she silently demanded, firing his cum into her tight metamorph pussy.

Tonks unhooked her legs when he was done, and he pulled out of her with a sigh. Some of his semen dribbled out of her and onto the desk beneath her.

"How was that?" he asked, smiling down at her and wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead. "Was I everything Fleur promised I would be?" Tonks laughed and sat up on the desk.    

"She didn't build you up enough," Tonks said, grinning. "You know how hard it is to find a guy who can fuck me for more than a few seconds, never mind last long enough to make me cum, when I don't hold back like that? And with a cock that big too? Fuck that saving the world rubbish; this is your true talent!"

"I'm glad I made you happy," he said honestly. "I know you're on shift a lot here in the castle and in Hogsmeade, so if you ever want to hook up again you know where to find me."

"I can pretty much guarantee that I'll take you up on that," she said, "but I was rather hoping you'd be able to give me more tonight, before we leave this classroom." He raised his eyebrow and bit his lip after he pulled his pocket watch out and checked the time. He really should have been back in his suite already; going any longer was really pushing it. But one look at Tonks' gorgeous naked body made his decision for him. What kind of moron would ever walk away from another round of sex with a witch this sexy?

"How do you want it?" Harry asked. Tonks tapped her lip with her finger and thought it over.

"Well I..." she cut off abruptly and turned her head. He followed her gaze as she did a quick sweep around the room, but she didn't try to make a move for her wand so he assumed everything was fine.

"What is it?" he asked. "Did you hear something?"

--

"Oh, it's nothing," Tonks said, but Hermione knew it wasn't nothing. The metamorph was looking directly at her, somehow able to sense her even though she was wearing Harry's cloak. "I just thought of what I wanted to do for round two. How about a little role-play?"

"Role play?" Harry said. "Yeah, sure, I've got no problem with...that..."

Her best friend (her naked best friend, though Hermione was doing her best to ignore that little, or not so little detail) trailed off when he saw what Tonks had in mind, but his reaction was nothing compared to Hermione's. She clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud, and that very nearly made the cloak slip off of her shoulders. She couldn't help it though; she was staring at herself. Tonks' idea of role play had been to morph her body into a carbon copy of Hermione's, so now it was a Hermione Granger clone standing naked in front of her best friend while the real Hermione Granger crouched behind a desk, frozen in shock.

How the hell had it come to this? All she'd wanted to do was keep a watch on Harry during his first nighttime patrol. It had sounded so simple in her head; borrow his cloak (he'd handed it over no questions asked when she said she needed to use it), keep a safe distance from him and make sure he was taking this seriously, something that Ron had never done. Nothing about it had been simple though. While she'd come across the occasional amorous couple during her own patrols over the years, Harry and Tonks had broken up more sexual encounters tonight than Hermione had in all of her previous patrols combined. Maybe having lived through the war had sent everyone's libidos into overdrive.

The inexplicably lewd patrol had been enough of a shock to her system on its own, but then she'd crept into the classroom after Susan left, knowing it was a risk but unable to turn away, needing to know why Harry and Tonks hadn't come out after the busty redhead was gone.

She should have slipped away while she had the chance, but she'd been rooted to the spot and unable to look away. She'd known that Harry had grown into a handsome young man of course, and a part of her had always found him fanciable even if she'd long ago written him off as a serious prospect for a romantic relationship for any number of reasons, not least of which was a fear of ruining a friendship that she treasured dearly. But never before, not even during their months on the run, had she been forced to reckon with just how much of a man her best friend had become.

She hadn't been able to believe how huge his cock was, or how hard he'd fucked Tonks. She was no prude and she didn't judge him for sleeping around; he deserved some happiness after everything he'd been through in his life. She just hadn't expected him to be so damn good at it. And given the way he was openly ogling her naked body (Tonks' body, she mentally chided herself, Tonks' body, even if it looked just like her own right now), it looked like she was about to get a very good idea of what it might look like if she ever dared to cross that line with her best friend.

"Have you ever wanted to do this, Harry?" Tonks asked in a perfect imitation of her voice. "Have you ever had a wank while imagining fucking your best friend?"

"Yes," Harry said simply, and those three letters shook the real Hermione to her core. Harry thought that way about her? Really?

"Tell me more," Tonks-as-Hermione purred. It was her voice and yet she sounded so much more seductive than Hermione herself ever had. How did she do it? "What did you imagine little miss clever doing for you?"

"I imagined her getting on her knees and sucking me off," Harry said. Hermione's brain pointed out that she was currently at the perfect height to do exactly that if she just scooted over, but she ruthlessly squashed that idea.

"Mmm, good," Tonksmione said. "What else? How do you picture fucking Hermione Granger? What's your fantasy?"

"There are lots of them," he said. Tonksmione laughed, and Hermione whimpered behind her hand, embarrassed and also turned on.

"Give me one," the metamorph said. "Right off the top of your head. Come on, go: blurt it out."

"I picture bending her over in the library and buggering her while she's reading a book," he said. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight off the heat that shot through her as her own brain visualized the picture Harry's words were painting.

"Well it's not exactly a library, but I think we can come close enough," Tonksmione said. She grabbed her wand from her discarded jeans, summoned one of the spare books from the shelf and flipped it open on a random desk. She bent over at the waist and pretended to read, the invitation as obvious to Hermione as it was to Harry.

As soon as Harry got into position behind her, Hermione realized that Tonks' desk choice hadn't been random at all. The auror knew she was here, knew exactly where she was and had chosen a desk that would give her the perfect side view of everything that was about to happen. Her best friend was about to bugger her virtual clone and Hermione had the best seat in the house for it, whether she wanted it or not.

She was sure that more lubrication and preparation would have been necessary for anyone else, but Tonksmione the metamorph wiggled her arse and encouraged him to bugger her straight away.

Harry put his hands on Tonksmione's hips and slid his cock into her arse, and the metamorph groaned and her hands slapped down onto the book.

"Ooh, can't you see that I'm reading, Harry?" Tonksmione said. "Couldn't you have buggered me later? I need to finish this book if I'm going to have the highest marks in the history of Hogwarts!" Harry chuckled at the over-the-top impression of Hermione, which the woman herself had to admit was pretty on the mark for her younger self even if she felt she had her priorities in more proper order now.

"I'll be quick, I promise," he said. And then he started moving.

Hermione wanted to look away, wanted to pretend this wasn't happening, but how could she ignore this? Harry was buggering a metamorph who'd shifted to look just like her, and he wasn't being gentle about it. His hips smacked against Tonksmione's arse hard enough to rock her body against the desk, and Hermione didn't miss the way her hands clenched around the book. If she wasn't careful she might crumple or rip the pages, but even proud bibliophile Hermione couldn't bring herself to care about that right now. She was far too busy watching 'herself' get buggered, and buggered hard.

Hermione herself had never been buggered, and she couldn't even imagine taking something as big as Harry's cock up there, to say nothing of how quickly he was moving and how deep his cock was pushing into Tonks' bum. Hermione wasn't a prude but this was a display unlike anything she'd ever seen, much less experienced for herself. Tonks was taking an anal fucking as hard as anything a porn star might be able to do, and she was taking it while making herself look just like Hermione. The real Hermione couldn't imagine herself ever being so bold or naughty, but she was captivated by the illusion.

She was transfixed not only by the optics Tonks had created but also by how much Harry was enjoying himself. Would he be groaning this much if it was the real Hermione he was bending over the desk and fucking in the arse? She wasn't sure, but her brain was pondering that question whether she wanted it to or not. She could feel her nipples harden and had to resist the urge to reach underneath her skirt and rub between her legs. Masturbating while she watched the show was bolder than she was prepared for, but she still couldn't bear to turn away or miss any of it.

"That's it, Harry!" Tonksmione said. "Bugger me good! I've always wanted you back here! I've always wanted you to fuck my arse just...like...this!" Hermione wondered whether she was speaking in character as 'her' or if this was Tonks' own desires being spoken through her voice, but the dirty talk worked on Harry either way. His hips sped up in response and he started fucking her bum even harder.

She was impressed by how long Harry lasted inside of Tonksmione's ass, especially with how hard he was buggering her over the desk. And all this after their explosive first fuck on top of the teacher's desk! Harry was a virile and powerful young wizard indeed, and Hermione knew she would never be able to forget that fact now that she had this intimate knowledge of just what he could do. But he was still a mortal man, and even he had his limit. For him that limit seemed to come when Tonks screamed in orgasm. Hermione's eyes widened; did she really just cum solely from anal sex, with no vaginal or clitoral stimulation?

Her scream was louder and lasted longer than any cry of pleasure the real Hermione had ever made, and it triggered the same response from Harry that it had the first time. He pulled his cock out and then sprayed his semen across her lower back. Hermione was amazed by just how much there was, especially since it was his second orgasm of the night. Without magic Tonks would've spent quite some time cleaning herself up.

They did have magic though, so Harry was able to clean her off with a simple wave of his wand. Tonks stayed bent over the desk for several long moments, still in Hermione's form, and the real Hermione was considering trying to make her escape when the other woman spoke up.

"You can go ahead and leave, Harry," she said. "I'm gonna go ahead and rest here for a bit. If anyone gives you any trouble about taking so long, tell them I kept you behind after our rounds for some training."

"If you're sure," Harry said. He started gathering his clothes, and Hermione knew it was too big a risk to try and sneak out so she helplessly watched him get dressed.

"Let me know if you ever want a repeat performance," he suggested.

"Sounds good," Tonks said, back in (one of) her more standard forms now and using her own voice. "Maybe I'll invite Fleur along too." Harry groaned at the mere idea, and Hermione couldn't blame him.

"Please do," he said emphatically. Then he was gone after a quick good night, and it was just Hermione and Tonks left in the classroom. She didn't know what to do. There was no doubt Tonks had sensed her in the room and still knew she was here, but was she going to call her out on it or should she just leave as quietly as she could?

"Go ahead and take the cloak off, Hermione," Tonks said, walking towards her slowly. Seeing no point in trying to play innocent, she pulled Harry's cloak off of her body and revealed herself. "Enjoy the show?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I didn't come here to peep," Hermione said honestly, looking away from the other woman's nude body. "I only wanted to make sure Harry's first patrol went smoothly."

"I'd say it did," Tonks said airily. "Fleur wasn't kidding! That boy can go! Wouldn't you say?"

"I, well--that's not..." Hermione stammered. Tonks laughed and stepped right in front of her.

"I can see how much that turned you on, Hermione," she said. Hermione blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Too late for that. It's obvious that you like what you saw, and you heard Harry talk about you. You know he'd be up to fucking you just like that. All you'd have to do is ask him."

"He's my friend," she said defensively. "Our relationship isn't like that."

"No one said you need to declare your love for him," Tonks said, rolling her eyes. "Sex is sex. Don't complicate things. If you want to get some of that nice big cock for yourself, hurry up and go get it." 

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked in alarm as Tonks reached between her bare thighs and stuck a finger inside of her pussy. She brought it out after a few seconds and held it up in front of Hermione's face.

"Giving you a taste of what you're missing," she said. Hermione stared at her slick finger for several long seconds, indecisive and uncertain, and then she did something she never expected to do.

She opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around Tonks' finger and sucked it clean, tasting the combination of the auror's pussy and her best friend's semen. 

June 2020 poll question:

Who is Harry's partner during his first nighttime patrol? Do they see anything interesting, or do anything interesting themselves?(Winner: Harry is accompanied by Tonks, who uses her metamorph skills to put on a show for a peeping Hermione; 48%)

July 2020 poll question:

What is the fallout from Harry's first patrol?