A Godfather's Vow Chapter 2 (Old Chapter Unlocked For All Patrons) (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Striptease, Dry Humping, Teasing.

“Here you go,” Tonks murmured, dropping three ice cubes in her cousin’s glass. She watched the amber liquid slosh around for a second before pushing the glass across the table in his direction.

“Thanks,” Sirius murmured, watching the young Auror pull the chair next to his and flop on it with a sigh. “Had a bad day?”

“Can’t have been as bad as yours if you’ve taken up day drinking,” Tonks pointed out, running a frustrated hand through her messy pink hair. It was her weekend to watch Harry, not that the official schedule mattered. She snuck past the other Order members and slept in his room every night regardless of who was on guard duty. She needed to leave soon but before she left, she wanted to have a chat with Sirius.

“It’s past six.” Sirius jerked his thumb at the clock on the mantelpiece behind him. “Which means I’m not day drinking, which means I don’t have a problem.”

“Technically.”

“Technically,” Sirius conceded. “How is Harry?” he asked, coughing as he gulped down half the glass in a single swig.

“Good? I think? It’s hard to say because of how stressed he is. At least he doesn’t have to worry about his horrible relatives anymore. I set them straight,” Tonks said proudly.

“What is he worried about? Voldemort?”

Tonks nodded. “And his friends icing him out. Dumbledore’s rule of no communication with him is insane. The only person who sends him letters anymore is Daphne,” Tonks muttered.

“You sound jealous,” Sirius noted, his gray eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I am,” Tonks replied with a simple shrug. She laughed at the surprised expression on her cousin’s face. “What, you expected me to deny it? Why should I? Harry’s hot, kind, and incredibly respectful, and I have a crush on him. Life is stressful, there’s a crazy bastard on the loose, and his company makes me feel better. A nice summer fling with an older woman teaching him a few tricks might do him some good,” Tonks teased, a mischievous expression on her face.

“I’m sensing a but there,” Sirius murmured, sipping his whiskey. He rolled the amber liquid on his tongue, savoring the taste before swallowing it.

“He’s too respectful,” Tonks grumbled. “Sometimes a girl just needs to be disrespected, if you catch my drift.”

“Resourceful girl like you, I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to get the disrespect you want,” Sirius teased, leaning back in his chair.

“So you won’t have a problem if we get together?”

“I’d be absolutely delighted. Whether it be a summer fling like what I suspect you have in mind or something more serious,” Sirius said sincerely. “He needs someone like you.”

“Any tips? What does he like in a girl?” Tonks asked.

Sirius’ mood soured. “Wish I had some for you. I don’t really know him. All my time with him last year was focused on getting him through the tournament alive. He and Daphne don’t exactly have a conventional relationship. From what I saw, they fought and bickered all year. I was convinced they hated each other until I accidentally walked in on her giving him a hug and a quick kiss in the Hospital Wing. Thank Merlin I was in my animagus form or things would have gotten extremely awkward.”

“I mean, his Aunt is a puritanical fuck who freaked because my bra strap was visible. I doubt his Uncle is any better. Growing up in that house must have given him all sorts of weird notions. Do you think he believes he can’t have more than one partner?” Tonks questioned. The Wizarding World was mostly untouched by the social norms of their Muggle counterparts. It was fairly common for Purebloods to have mistresses and concubines. Even everyday witches and wizards often had more than one partner, something that was considered completely normal in their world. She doubted Harry knew that, however, given how cutoff he was from their society.

“Has he been reading the books I gave you?”

Tonks nodded. “Every night, before bed. He’s hooked.” His enthusiasm didn’t surprise her. Every orphan wanted to know where they came from, and the books Sirius had gifted him through her contained the histories of the Potter and Black families.

“Well, then he’ll know he won’t be the first Potter to have two partners. I had two amazing foster moms when I ran away from this hellhole and moved in with the Potters. Merlin, I’m pretty sure James and Lily had gone out on a couple of dates with this cute Muggle girl who lived in Godric’s Hollow before things went to hell in a handbasket.”

Tonks swiped the glass from Sirius’ hand and took a sip. “Plus he’s your heir,” she pointed out, without commenting on how unfair it was that both she and her mother were automatically disqualified from the line of succession. The Black family was one of the few Pureblood families that practiced strict male inheritance, and there just weren’t many males remaining that had Black blood flowing through their veins. By Sirius’ own admission, if he didn’t have children, the only ones who could inherit the Black fortune were Harry and Malfoy’s brat.

“Yep. And considering Azkaban wasn’t exactly kind to-” Sirius pointed at his crotch. “It’s almost a given that Harry will have to take two partners. He knows it too, I explained it to him in my last letter. I’m getting my affairs in order in case something happens to me,” Sirius muttered, trying to sound unbothered. He failed. Being trapped in the house was eating away at his sanity, and having no means of directly contacting Harry was making things worse. All he wanted was a face-to-face conversation with his godson!

Dumbledore wouldn’t even give him that.

“He has my will, and another copy has been entrusted to the goblins,” Sirius muttered, drinking straight from the bottle. He cleared his throat when he noticed Tonks’ uncomfortable expression and reached out and patted her hand. “He’ll come around. Just make sure you don’t forget to teach him in between all the flirting.”

“I won’t.” Tonks grinned. She got up from her chair and leaned over the table to kiss his cheek. “You’re a good man, cousin.”

“Again,” Tonks ordered, wiping the sweat from her brow.

Instead, Harry lowered his wand and flopped down the couch next to him with a groan. They were in a large warehouse across the train tracks in what Harry had told her was the ‘less-reputed’ part of town. Sirius had given her money to rent the place, and she had filled it with all sorts of furniture so she could teach him situational awareness and how to use his surroundings in a fight.

It was where they practiced every night, the secluded location and lack of windows allowing her to teach him magic and dueling away from inquisitive eyes. The fact that it was far from his home also meant that any magic couldn’t be traced directly to him. It also helped that Moody had given her an unusual and probably highly illegal set of rune stones that nullified the Trace. She had set it around the warehouse and they were good to go.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, lowering her wand. It had been an hour into their duel, and they had been making some progress. At least his spells no longer simply bounced harmlessly off her shields.

“I’m useless,” Harry muttered, glaring moodily at the floor. “I get why Dumbledore is keeping me hidden and away from the action now. Voldemort can probably kill me blindfolded and with one hand tied behind his back.”

“You’re not useless,” Tonks growled, shaking her head. His relatives had really done a number on him. She had spent the entire week building up his confidence, but it evidently hadn’t been enough.

“Certainly feels like it. I can’t even get past basic shields. You have to hold me every night because I keep having stupid nightmares. My friends don’t care enough to talk to me-”

“Daphne wrote to you,” Tonks pointed out.

“Daphne doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“Because Daphne is Daphne,” Harry said lamely.

Tonks sighed. “You’re not useless. You’ve taken care of me all week. You’re also an incredibly powerful wizard. The issue isn’t with your spell casting.” She could feel the raw power humming inside him. He had no confidence, however, and more importantly, he didn’t seem to have the drive.

She needed a way to motivate him to learn, to get him to forget how shitty his current circumstances were.

Two birds, one stone, she thought with a grin after a moment of silent contemplation.

She tucked her wand behind her ear before she sauntered over to him, shamelessly flopping down on his lap. She leaned closer and cupped his cheeks, their foreheads touching.

Her grin grew when she felt him react under her, his pants tenting.

“We’re going to try again,” Tonks whispered, slowly rocking her hips, grinding her crotch against his rapidly hardening cock. “Except this time when you get a spell past my shield, I lose an item of clothing,” she murmured, gently pressing her lips against his. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Harry? You like it when I’m naked. I’ve seen the way you look at me when I come out of the shower,” Tonks cooed, groaning as he reacted on instinct and deepened the kiss, his tongue playfully dueling with hers.

She savored the unexpected intimacy for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t give up the goods right away. She needed a way to motivate him…

“First one’s a freebie,” she said huskily, slipping out of her tattered denim jacket and flinging it in his face. She sauntered back to where she stood for their duels, arching her back slightly even if it made walking somewhat awkward. She didn’t have to look back to know his eyes were fixed on her firm ass.

“Ready?” Tonks asked cheerfully. She turned around and pulled her wand free from behind her ear, waiting for him to resume his stance opposite her.

Her smile grew as she watched him push himself off the couch and move to stand opposite her, a determined expression on his face.

Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands, she reminded herself. Especially when your crush is shy.

They could have made so much progress if she had just done this three nights ago.

He broke her shield on his first try.

The Stinging hex barely tickled, having lost most of its potency as it made its way past her shield but he had done it. For the first time in their session, his spell had pierced her shield.

“Good,” she breathed, her free hand moving to toy with the top button of her white blouse. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, pushing it down her shoulder to give him a glimpse of the lacy purple bra she wore underneath. The flimsy fabric struggled to contain her large breasts, her creamy mounds straining against their prison, begging to be freed.

“What do you think Harry? Did you do good enough for me to take this off?” Tonks questioned, letting the blouse hang off her arms.

“Yes,” Harry breathed, his gaze fixed on her chest. He licked his dry lips, his eyes flickering down to her bare belly for a second before he caught himself. He blushed and forced himself to look up at her face.

“Good. But this is all you get for now.” Tonks winked and dropped the shirt to the floor. “Get better and I'll lose my jeans next.”

It took him two tries, but he made it past her shield once more. This time, the Stinging Hex actually stung when it made contact with her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, watching her rub her bare shoulder.

“Don’t be,” she said with a reassuring smile. “After all-” She grinned and popped open the button of her jeans. She swayed in place, slowly pushing her pants down her legs. “You want to do much worse to this ass, don’t you, Harry? You talk in your sleep. It’s very entertaining.” She stepped out of her jeans and turned, pushing her ass out for him. She looked back at him, biting her lower lip as she gave him an innocent look. “You like this ass, don’t you Harry?” she asked, bouncing on her heels to make the firm cheeks clap. They jiggled under her lacy panties, and Tonks giggled at the sight of the massive tent in his pants.

Harry was rock hard and breathing heavily, unable to pull his eyes away from her magnificent ass. If admiring it was disrespectful, he wanted to be the most impolite man in the world.

Tonks’ shoulder-length pink hair swayed as she slowly straightened and turned to face him. “You only get it if you get past my shield, Harry. Why don’t we go again?” she suggested, raising her wand.

He did so. Once. Then once more in quick succession. The second time the full force of the Stinging Hex slammed into her shoulder and she groaned, doubling over and ruefully rubbing her throbbing shoulder.

“Give me a minute,” she gasped, her pink curls cascading around her face and hiding her grin from him.

Maybe I should just teach him naked, she thought with a chuckle. It certainly seemed to do the trick.

She straightened, her smile growing at the concerned expression on his face. He’d be the perfect boyfriend, she realized as she tucked her wand behind her ear once more. Kind and caring… and with a cock that would absolutely ruin her.

She unhooked her bra and pulled it free from her breasts, letting it hang limply from her arms. “You like?” she asked huskily, grabbing her creamy mounds and squishing them together. Her nipples immediately hardened in the cold air, the stiff pink nubs proudly standing at attention and begging for attention. She pinched them with her fingers, moaning softly as she tugged and twisted the rosy peaks.

“Yes,” Harry whispered, unable to help himself.

“What about this?” The bra fluttered to the floor as she moved her hands to her hips, her fingers digging into the waistband of her panties. She pushed them down her legs and gracefully hopped free, her large breasts bouncing as she landed on her feet. She spread her legs, her hand pushing between her thighs and caressing her damp slit. She groaned as she pushed a finger inside her neglected pussy, slowly fingering herself as he watched. “You want this, Harry?” Tonks asked, bringing her hand up to her lips and making him watch as she licked her own juices off her fingers.

“Yes,” Harry groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.

Tonks had pulled out her wand and pointed it at him once more, her eyes glinting mischievously.

“Disarm me, and it’s yours,” she whispered, spreading her legs to make sure he had an unobstructed view of her bare mound. She stood there, dressed only in red snitch-patterned socks she had stolen from his cupboard, waiting for him to recover.

“EXPELLIARMUS!” Harry roared unexpectedly.

The jet of red light raced through the air, shattering the shield she had thrown up with a quick Protego on impact. It continued unimpeded, and Tonks grinned as her wand flew out of her hand and clattered to the floor behind her.

It had taken some… unconventional methods, but he had finally mastered the basics of dueling. It was still in a controlled environment and with her holding back, and she knew real duels were much more chaotic, but it was a good start. He was far better than he had been a week ago.

She ignored her wand, her warm brown eyes locked with his emerald ones as she padded over to him. “See,” she murmured with a smirk. “And you didn’t believe me when I said you could do it.”

“I have a great teacher,” Harry replied hoarsely, his throat dry. He forced his eyes to stay on her face, but his efforts were doomed to fail. They flickered down to her chest, taking in the gentle bounce of her heavy breasts before moving lower and watching as her hips swayed with every step. She was right in front of him within seconds, and Harry’s heart skipped a beat as she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you,” Tonks whispered, sounding genuinely delighted. It was nice to be admired. To be more than just the klutzy Auror trainee. “As a good teacher, it would be remiss of me not to reward you for acing your test,” she murmured, kissing the corner of his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer and pressing her bare body against him.

“T-Tonks,” Harry stammered, his breath hitching. He groaned softly as she moved lower and kissed along his jawline, his stubble tickling her soft skin. He reluctantly tilted his hips away from hers, not wanting the massive tent in his pants to poke her belly.

“Hmm?” Tonks hummed, teasing his earlobe with her teeth. She gently tugged on it, grinning at the desperate groan it drew from his lips. “We’ve been living in the same room for nearly a week now, Harry,” she whispered, her lips inches from his ear and her hot breath tickling his skin. “You take cold showers three times a day. I wake up to your massive wand poking my bum every morning-” She could have enlarged the bed but had deliberately chosen not to. She found him cute, interesting, and hot. She could definitely understand why Daphne Greengrass was interested, even if he couldn’t see it himself.

“Uhm… I’ll add more pillows,” Harry mumbled, his cheeks pink. Not that they were of any use. They went to bed every night with a neat partition of pillows between them, only for him to wake up and see that she was spooning him and that his morning wood was pressing into her firm butt.

“Harry…” Tonks whispered, gently pushing him backward until his feet hit the bed located in the center of the large space. He sat down on the edge and looked up at her with wide green eyes, the old mattress creaking under his weight. “You have the weight of the world on your shoulders. My life is a fucking mess. Why can’t we do something we both enjoy to destress in the time we have together?” she asked, turning around and sitting on his lap.

“With me?”

Tonks giggled, her bubblegum pink hair developing streaks of dark red as the rough wool of his trousers rubbed against her slit. She spread her legs, capturing his erection between her thick thighs. “You won’t see me finding excuses to get naked around other men,” she pointed out, leaning into his chest. “You’re the first man I’ve liked in a very long time. For the last few years, my wand has been my best friend,” Tonks admitted truthfully.

Harry’s self-resolve was rapidly crumbling, but he still tried to resist. He didn’t know why, except perhaps for a mistaken belief that he’d never be good enough for someone as beautiful as Tonks. “Fuck,” he groaned quietly as Tonks closed her legs, massaging his throbbing cock with her thighs.

Tonks grinned and grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands up to her breasts. “What do you want me to look like?” Tonks asked, slowly rocking her hips. She bit her lip to stifle the moan building up in her throat as she started to grind against his crotch, the gentle scratching of his woolen pants feeling heavenly against her neglected pussy.

“Like yourself,” Harry whispered, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he began to lazily massage her breasts, the man quickly losing what little inhibitions he had left. He could feel the beast within him stir, the desire to dominate, ravish, and ravage the cutie on his lap awakening with a roar.

And for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel ashamed.

“Not like Daphne?” Tonks gasped, bouncing desperately on his cock.

“I already have a Daphne in my life. I want Tonks,” Harry whispered, closing his lips around her pulse point. His teeth sunk into her soft skin and she screamed, her vision going black for a second as he sucked a massive hickey onto her unblemished skin.

Tonks was already so close, but his words pushed her right to the edge. Her pussy gushed, the wave of arousal leaking out of her drenching his pants. They were both sweaty and reeked of sex, and Tonks could only hope they’d finally get that shower together.

When men learned she was a metamorphmagus, they inevitably asked her to be the girl of their dreams. Harry had been the first one to want her for herself.

Fuck a fun summer fling, she thought with a needy moan. Here was a man worthy of her devotion.

“You’re so wet,” Harry whispered, kissing down her neck. He moved along her shoulder, peppering her sweaty skin with kisses. His hand moved between her spread legs, fingers pushing through her slick pussy lips and fumbling around for a second before locating her clit. He began to massage the sensitive nub, drawing a needy whine from her lips. His other hand moved to her hips, helping her bounce on his cock.

“For you…” Tonks moaned breathlessly, her hands moving to her breasts. She made the large mounds jiggle, knowing he was watching over her shoulder and would enjoy the show.

“Pinch your nipples,” Harry ordered, breathing heavily. His bright green eyes darkened with lust, his attention singularly focused on ravishing the naked hottie on his lap.

Tonks obeyed immediately, her fingers closing around her throbbing pink nubs. She tugged on the flushed peaks, moaning loudly.

“Twist them,” Harry ordered, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips as he made her increase the speed of her bouncing.

Tonks groaned as she complied, sending currents of pain shooting up her spine. She released her stinging nipples, leaning back into his chest as she fought to stay in control, even as her release rapidly approached.

“Good girl,” Harry whispered, kissing her forehead.

Tonks smiled, an unfamiliar haze settling over her mind as he effortlessly took control of her. Her mind went blank and she was content to enjoy the pleasure that had been denied to her for so long.

“I want to fuck you,” Harry hissed, slipping into Parsletongue without even noticing.

“HARRY!” Tonks shrieked as she squirted without warning. Her arousal gushed out of her, drenching his hand and pants and dripping down to the floor to form a large puddle. She hadn’t understood what he had said, but the hiss had sounded filthy and possessive and just what she needed. “Oh, god. Oh, god! OH, GOD!” Tonks screamed, continuing to drench his pants even as the rough fabric rubbed against her soft skin, prolonging her orgasm.

“Tonks I’m GOING TO-” He erupted before he could finish the sentence, burying his face in the crook of her neck to stifle his roar. His twitching cock dumped his massive load right in his boxers, his pants a ruined, congealed mess of their cum.

They stayed in place for a few minutes, too weak to move and too comfortable to do anything except cuddle in silence and enjoy their post-orgasmic high.

Harry was the first to speak. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing her sweaty forehead. Tonks was curled up in his lap, moaning softly. Her pussy was still leaking, thick trails of arousal making their way down her gleaming thighs. “It’s been… so hard to be all by myself this summer,” Harry admitted. “Thank you,” he repeated, not knowing what else he could say.

“I should be the one thanking you.” Tonks smiled into his chest. “I think Sirius knew we needed each other. That’s why he sent me to you,” she murmured, reluctantly climbing off his lap onto unsteady feet. It was cold, and she wanted to cuddle him in the warmth of his bed, not the drafty warehouse they were in.

“I’m a mess,” Harry laughed, looking at his pants. They were a pair once owned by his cousin, and thus not something he was particularly enamored with.

“I can clean that up if you’d like,” Tonks offered, gathering up her clothes.

“Nah.” Harry grinned, sounding happier than he had in weeks. “I’ve been slacking in pissing off my wonderful Uncle. I want to walk into that house with messed up pants and smelling of you.”

Tonks giggled, knowing Vernon Dursley would go ballistic. Not that he could do anything, not with her around. Messing with the man and his prudish wife was a lot of fun.

“Okay, we can fuck with him. But then we’re taking a shower.”

“Together?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Notes:

Playful Tonks is the best Tonks. Funnily, before I started writing this story I wasn't the biggest fan of Honks. I didn't hate the ship, I just didn't understand why they were so popular together. Now I do. I do think Tonks will live her best life with someone like Harry, who is this perfect balance of serious and playful and can be both depending on the situation! Chapters 3, 4, and 5 are already out. To read them just click on the Collections tab and go to 'A Godfather's Vow'. I also have a fun Smutmas Drabble that is based on this story!