The Perfect Present (A Godfather's Vow Smutmas Drabble!!) (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Bondage, Seduction, Teasing.

“Wow.”

It took a lot to faze her, but even Daphne had to admit finding out Harry Potter’s French girlfriend was secretly a metamorphmagus Auror in disguise had to be at the top of the list of utterly weird things she had seen during her time in the castle.

But she was quick on her feet and Tonks could only stare at her in surprise as the shocked expression on her face was replaced by a huge grin.

“You’re taking this much better than I thought you would. I had to hex the last person who found out.”

“Really? Who?” Daphne’s smile didn’t waver but her fingers closed around her wand and she tensed in anticipation.

“Relax. I had to hex him because it was Goyle. It was a basic memory charm, nothing too bad. I don’t think I need to hex you.” Tonks paused and smirked. “Besides, Harry will mope for a week if something happens to his princess and I need him to concentrate on his training.”

“We’re just friends,” Daphne said icily but she couldn’t help the frustrated tone of her voice. She could count on one hand the number of ‘friends’ she had gone braless for but the man refused to pick up the literal clues she was dropping.

“Please.” Tonks rolled her eyes. “You hugged him after he taught you how to conjure a Patronus. The girl who threatened to force-feed Ronald his dick because his hand accidentally brushed against your arm.”

Daphne blushed but couldn’t think of an effective counter. She had, after all, indeed hugged Harry in a moment of weakness.

“I also saw the look he gave you after that hug. The last time I got that ‘I’m so proud of you look’ I was slammed against a wall and fucked silly the moment we were alone.”

Daphne’s smile morphed into a frown. “I doubt I’m getting fucked against a wall anytime soon,” she muttered under her breath.

“Yeah, you’re a bed kinda gal. Can’t take Slytherin’s princess someplace as common as a broom closet,” Tonks teased. Her smile disappeared at the morose look on Daphne’s face. Watching the normally proud and icy Slytherin show her insecurities almost felt unnatural. “Listen, it’s nothing you did. He likes you, he’s just adorably dense when it comes to women. I had to give him a striptease in the middle of an abandoned warehouse before he accepted that I liked him.”

A smile returned on Daphne’s face as she mulled over the older woman’s words.

“I’ve never met a metamorphmagus before. Is it true that you can change your appearance to anything you like?”

“Yep. As long as I can visualize it in my head. It doesn’t even have to be human. My pig nose is always a riot at the dinner table. Want to see it?”

“Not in the slightest. But I do have an idea…”

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Harry dragged himself up the stairs, exhausted to the bone. Angelina had set a punishing schedule to get them all back into shape after a year away from Quidditch and his body (and clothes, which were drenched and covered in mud), were paying the price.

All he wanted was a hot shower, Tonks, and something to eat, in exactly that order.

He pushed open the door to his dark and empty dorms and walked over to his bed, tensing at the sight of the unfamiliar man seated on it. He had a long white beard eerily similar to the one sported by Professor Dumbledore, a magnificent mustache, and bright blue eyes. He was dressed in a red shirt and red pants, both of which were trimmed with white fur. The man was seated on his bed next to a large red sack that Harry could have sworn moved a couple of times.

“Merry Christmas, Mister Potter,” the man said, although the familiar voice gave away who it really was.

“Very funny.” Harry rolled his eyes fondly. “Who am I in this roleplay? Your helpful elf?”

“You are a very nice man who gets a splendid Christmas present!” Tonks said, gesturing to the sack next to her.

“But Christmas isn’t till next week, Santa.”

“Very nice men get their gift early,” Tonks said as she climbed off the bed. “Plus, if I made your gift wait any longer we’d have a couple of murders on our hands. Very temperamental, this,” she said, patting the sack.

Harry could have sworn he heard a faint ‘fuck you’ from inside the bag.

“Are you ready for your present?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Harry said with a faint smile.

Tonks pulled out her wand, vanishing the sack with a simple swish.

“Merry Christmas! What do you think?” she asked with a smirk.

Harry didn’t reply. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but the sight of his gift had rendered him momentarily speechless. His mind was blank, the blood needed to fuel it rushing downstairs to the large tent suddenly growing in his pants.

Daphne was kneeling on his bed, her gorgeous blonde hair cascading around her shoulders and down her back in perfect waves. Her bright blue eyes looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Her alabaster cheeks were pink and her plump red lips were curved around a bright red ball gag that had been pushed into her mouth. The ball gleamed in the dull candlelight from the saliva coating it. A trickle leaked out of the corner of her lips and made its way down to her chin, completing the vision of a messy but perfect goddess.

Daphne tilted her head to draw his attention to the elegant black leather collar wrapped around her slender neck. It had a heart-shaped pendant that had his initials dangling from it.

Harry made the mistake of lowering his gaze. The twitch in his pants at the sight that greeted him did not go unnoticed by Daphne, who moaned and spread her legs, inviting him to unwrap his present.

She wasn’t naked but Harry didn’t think what she was wearing qualified as clothes either. A thin red satin ribbon wrapped around her chest, pushing her heavy breasts together. The creamy mounds strained against the delicate string holding them together, threatening to spill out with every breath she took. Her large pink areolas and the stiff nubs that crowned them were covered with small, entirely inadequate bows.

Harry’s gaze traveled lower, past her flat, toned stomach, down to her slender waist and curvy hips. Her long legs were bare but she had another red ribbon wrapped around her waist like a girdle that covered absolutely nothing. A maroon flower with golden trimming hung from it and covered her bare mound, protecting her modesty.

When she noticed him staring at it Daphne reached down, plucked the rose free, and carefully balanced it on her right palm. She bowed her head and held it up for him, symbolically offering him the most precious gift of all. Her flower.

“Merry Christmas,” Tonks whispered. She morphed back to her original appearance and leaned in to kiss Harry’s cheek. “How do you like your present?”

“It’s perfect,” Harry whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from Daphne.

“Remember, half the fun is in unwrapping the gift. Take your time, you have all night.”

“Do you want to unwrap her with me?”

Tonks grinned.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Notes:

I should have started writing these a long time ago. Drabbles are a fun challenge and I just realized they help me get over writer's block! If you liked this short story and want more Tonks/Daphne interactions (who doesn't?) start reading A Godfather's Vow today! A new chapter will be released on Monday by the way, so you won't have to wait long if you binge read the story! I will also be accepting Smutmas Drabble requests from all of you, so stay tuned for that announcement here and on my Discord Server!