Chapter 4

WARNING: This story is for mature audiences only. It contains representations of sexual acts and situations.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Chapter 4:

The next morning, Harry awoke late and stretched luxuriously in his four-poster bed. For the first time in weeks, he felt a slight relief from the pressure in his chest. His erection was still there, but he assumed that it would become less constant as he performed the ritual more often.

When he returned from showering and brushing his teeth, he found Hermione sitting on his bed and leafing disinterestedly through one of his quidditch magazines. He was unable to judge her mood from her expression.

"Er, good morning."

"Morning, Harry," she smiled, and he relaxed a little. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a rock," he grinned, and sat down beside her.

"So how was it?" she asked softly, her eyes returning to an advertisement for quidditch goggles.

"It was…magnificent. And a little painful. Fleur got carried away after the ritual; I think her veela blood reacted a bit oddly to the power surge."

"Oh. That's good. I mean, not that she got carried away. That you enjoyed it."

Harry observed her carefully. "I would rather have enjoyed it with you, Hermione. It was your idea to wait, remember."

She sighed and closed the magazine. "I know. I'm sorry, Harry. I don't know what's wrong with me. It just felt…weird…last night, knowing you were with Fleur."

He squeezed her thigh affectionately. "Nothing's changed, you know. Except that I've got some scratches on my back and I had a new experience."

"I know," she said, and rested her head on his shoulder. "It just felt strange that Fleur had the real you and I only had, erm, a few inches of you."

"Hey! You had more than a 'few' inches of me; it was precisely 6.4, I'm told."

Hermione snorted lightly and put her arm around his waist. "Believe me, Harry, I know exactly how many inches there were."

"Did you, er, practice last night, then?"

"Yeah."

"How was it?"

She grimaced slightly, though Harry could not see it. "Do you really want the details? The whole point was to avoid dealing with pain and discomfort."

"Right," he winced. "But you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Sore, and I'm walking like I just took a ride on Buckbeak, but it will be worth it in a few days."

"You didn't have to do that, you know. I would have been gentle."

"I know you would have, but it still would have hurt. You would have agonized over hurting me, and I would have had to put on a brave face. It's better this way. We'll both enjoy it when the time comes."

Harry pulled her closer to him and kissed her lightly on the top of the head. "As long as you know that there's no need to be jealous. You know how much you, er, mean to me."

A companionable silence followed, then Harry got up the nerve to ask a question that had occurred to him while he was showering.

"Are you really going to share my equipment with Luna?"

Hermione snickered softly. "Harry, almost everyone in that room wanted their very own Harry Potter dildo after you left. Tonks nicknamed it the 'Harry Peter.' I thought Professor McGonagall was going to have a stroke."

"Oh, Merlin. What did you do?"

She coughed, and he could tell she was blushing heavily. "I, er, may have made copies for everyone."

Harry stopped breathing for a second, not sure he heard right, then he burst out laughing. "Oh, my God, you're joking. Please tell me you're joking. Tonks will copy them and give them away as party favors."

"You're not angry, then?" she asked uncertainly.

"No; not really. It's just a bit awkward, I guess. I don't think they'll actually use them to embarrass me….er, McGonagall didn't ask for one, did she?" he added cautiously.

"Merlin, no. I don't think I would have been able to look her in the eyes ever again. I suspect Fleur will come to see me before she leaves, though. You really did a number on her."

"What do you mean?"

"She's still passed out in the girls' dorm, snoring even. You wore her out."

Harry couldn't resist a fond smile. He was certain that she had been exhausted by the ritual itself rather than his sexual prowess, but it was a cheering thought all the same.

"Why don't we go get breakfast before she charges in here asking to repeat the ritual, then?"

Hermione laughed and glanced up at him. "Look at you, Harry Potter. You're not even blushing."

He grinned, then did blush a little under her gaze. "You get a little indifferent when everyone you know has seen you naked."

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Later that evening, Harry was relaxing in the common room with a copy of the Daily Prophet while Hermione and Parvati held a whispered conversation on the sofa. Parvati had more or less decided to move back into the castle while the rituals were taking place. There was too much amusement to be had within its walls.

Fleur had returned to France in the late afternoon, and, true to Hermione's prediction, had sought her out for a souvenir before she left. She and Harry had embraced fondly, and she promised him that she would return later in the summer for a visit. She had family business to attend to in France, or he suspected that she too would have stayed to watch the fireworks.

As nine o'clock approached, Harry began to grow restless. Tonks' shift at the Ministry had ended thirty minutes ago, and any second now he expected her to throw open the door and make some joke at his expense. Whatever else happened that night, he was certain that it would be entertaining.

The door burst open not five minutes later, admitting a smirking Tonks in tight-fitting sapphire robes.

"Oy, where's the boy with the fat willy and more power than Merlin?" she called out loudly to the whole room.

A first-year girl who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room squeaked and raced up the stairs to her dorm, leaving several books behind.

"Oops," Tonks grinned.

"Tonks!" Hermione huffed, and Parvati laughed gleefully. Harry stood with a big grin on his face.

"That would be me, I suppose; can I be of service, fair maiden?"

"I haven't been a maiden in quite some time, Harry-kins. Are you ready to have your mind blown? I think Pomfrey and that Indian Healer are waiting for us."

"I'm not sure how much more blowing my mind can take. You might have to blow other parts of me instead," he leered affectedly.

Parvati guffawed loudly, and Hermione's mouth fell open at Harry's lewd innuendo.

"Look at the stones on this one!" Tonks said in mock admiration. "I think he might just survive this experience after all."

"Ha ha. You might want to note that it was Fleur who slept for 14 hours today."

"And it was you who ended up in the hospital wing, from what I hear," she retorted, grabbing him by the hand. "C'mon, Harry, let's get you laid and me powered up."

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Ten minutes later, Harry and Tonks stood naked, side by side, as Healer Chatterjee applied the runes to their bodies. He wasn't particularly nervous about being naked in front of Tonks, and not just because he had already gone through the ritual with Fleur.

He and Tonks shared an easy camaraderie that grew out of the days spent together in his sixth year, when she trained him in Auror techniques and combat spells. She was a fearsome opponent as a dueler, but her constant playfulness made him feel relaxed and comfortable around her. She reveled in teasing him, and he had learned to give as good as he got when it came to her barbs.

He watched with interest as Chatterjee applied the ritual paint to Tonks' abdomen. She was fit and athletic, and her abdominal muscles were very defined. Her breasts were neither small nor large, but looked firm and had small, pink nipples. More fascinating to Harry was the uneven stripe of pink hair that lay between her legs. Its color matched her hair, and he wondered if Tonks considered it a fashion statement.

"Shall I ask Madame Pomfrey to fetch a camera?" she smirked, having noticed him staring.

He blushed only a little. "That's not such a terrible idea, you know. I'm sure some of your fellow Aurors would pay good money for a photo or two."

Tonks quirked an eyebrow at him as Chatterjee finished with her and moved on to him. "You know I'm aware of all sorts of ways to castrate someone, right?"

"Point taken," Harry winced, as the Indian Healer drew on him.

When they had finished their potions, they moved over to the bed, which Harry noticed was slightly wider than it had been earlier. He wondered why the room thought this was necessary.

"As before," spoke Chatterjee, "you must not use any magic after I activate the runes. The ritual will complete itself upon Mr. Potter's ejaculation within you."

"Charming," Tonks snorted. "What about morphing? That won't affect the ritual will it?"

Chatterjee shook her head. "Passive magic will not affect anything. Just to be on the safe side, however, you should revert to your base form before he climaxes. The French girl's veela magic had a rather strong reaction to the transfer."

Harry's eyes lit up and he smiled widely at Tonks, now very eager for the ritual to commence. Her base form had always been a matter of speculation between himself and Neville. She had steadfastly refused to show him during training, and now it appeared as though his curiosity would finally be sated.

Tonks rolled her eyes when she took in his expression. "Don't shoot your wad quite yet, Harry; it's just a body like any other."

"Yes, well, it's a body with ten galleons riding on it. I have a little bet with Neville about what you really look like."

"Were you betting on my face or my tits?"

"Your face and hair!" he proclaimed, feeling a little insulted.

"Alright, then," she smiled. "What do you say we split the galleons if you win?"

"Deal."

"Ahem," Pomfrey said loudly, looking between Harry and Tonks in amusement. "Do you suppose we could begin the ritual? I would like to get some sleep tonight, and Mr. Potter was in this room for three hours last night."

Tonks laughed and looked down at Harry's erection. "I do believe this hippogriff is ready to stud. Let's do it."

Chatterjee chanted softly as she activated the rune stones, then she and Pomfrey walked casually toward the door. Harry watched them go. When they had finally exited the room, he turned to look at Tonks and immediately wished he hadn't.

The nude form of Sybill Trelawney was leering at him obscenely, her bulbous eyes locked on his erection.

"Would you like to see my inner eye, Mr. Potter?" she inquired in a deep, gravelly voice.

"Tonks!" Harry yelled in horror, and hurriedly looked away. He had reflexively glanced down, taking in the seer's droopy, shrunken breasts and unkempt garden of grey pubic hair. He cringed, knowing the image had been burned into his mind forever.

Tonks chortled through Trelawney's thin nose. "Do not be afraid to embrace me, young man. I have foreseen our union in my tea cup."

"Tonks," he growled threateningly, his eyes now tightly shut.

She laughed in her own voice, and Harry turned and opened one eye cautiously to make sure she had transformed back into her usual self.

"Not funny. Are you trying to give me nightmares?"

"Oh, lighten up. I'm just having a little fun. Come back over here."

He turned and faced her, somehow feeling more awkward now that they were alone.

She seemed to sense his apprehension. "Just relax, Harry. I know it's a little weird. Think of it like one of our training sessions, only with more bodily fluids."

Harry rolled his eyes and let his gaze wander over her body. She looked incredibly fit from the front, and his eyes came to rest on her diagonal pink stripe of pubic hair. He looked closely, then his eyes widened.

"You're bloody joking."

Tonks laughed and traced its contours with her finger. She had altered her pubic hair to resemble a jagged pink lightning bolt.

"Do you like it? I thought it appropriate for the occasion."

"Er, thanks, I think."

She grinned and crossed her arms over her chest. She seemed totally at ease being naked. "I've got another little surprise for you. Think of it as a 'Congratulations for Offing the Dark Lord' gift."

"That sounds interesting," smiled Harry, looking around. "I don't see anything else in the room. Are you going to morph into a supermodel for me?"

"Something like that," she smirked, but then turned serious. "But you have to promise me that what happens in here stays between us. I don't normally do this, and I don't want it getting out. Not even to Hermione. I'm not joking."

His curiosity now thoroughly aroused, Harry agreed quickly. "No problem, Tonks. I won't say a word. I promise."

"Right. Well, do you know how a metamorph's magic works?"

"I think so."

"I can't turn in to just anybody. I either have to be around the person regularly, or I have to actually touch them to get all the little details right."

"Okay…" he replied, wondering where this was going.

Tonks continued to smirk at him. "I took the liberty of asking around about the hotties from the last couple graduating classes at Hogwarts. Then I paid them a quick little visit today, just to shake hands and see how they were coping after the war. Official Auror business, you know."

"Holy shit," he whispered.

Tonks chuckled wickedly. "And he catches on. Like I said, Harry, just between you and me, alright?"

Harry nodded, stunned at what Tonks was proposing.

"Why don't you just sit back on the bed, lover boy, and the games can begin."

He sat down on the side of the bed, his legs on the floor and his cock pointing straight up. Tonks stepped closer to him, and then shifted right before his eyes.

Her stature shrank, her skin darkened, and her hair became long and black. Harry stared open mouthed as he beheld the visage of Cho Chang.

Tonks grinned at him with Cho's face. "I thought you might want to take a peek at your ex. You never got very far with her, did you?"

Harry shook his head dumbly as he took in Cho's naked form. Her breasts were small and pert, and she had long nipples that pointed up at an angle. Her stomach and thighs were toned from spending so many hours on a broom, and he was surprised at how defined her muscles were. Between her legs was a small black bush of inch-long hair, which somehow seemed both thick and neatly trimmed at the same time.

He looked up at Cho's face apprehensively, and Tonks could tell that he was conflicted about what she was doing.

"I won't tell if you won't," she whispered. "She'll never know. Don't forget it's really me in here."

Harry nodded and swallowed thickly, his cock throbbing at the sight of Cho's nudity.

He reached out almost unconsciously and trailed a hand along her toned abs, then ran his fingers through her soft, straight pubic hair. He cupped her pussy gently, fascinated by the short dark hairs that lay flat along its folds. Mesmerized, he rubbed his thumb across her clit and inserted the tip of his middle finger into her.

It slipped in easily, and Harry was surprised that she was already wet. It made him ache with anticipation to know that Tonks was aroused by this game she was playing. He grinned up at her, then reached his finger further in, delighted by her heat and by the soft squelchy sound made by his movements. He wriggled his finger playfully for a moment, and she sighed above him.

"That feels good," whispered Cho's voice, and he added another finger. He had to remind himself that it was Tonks staring at him behind those dark Asian eyes.

He pulled her close and took one of her long nipples in her mouth, his free hand gently squeezing her arse. Tonks moaned in appreciation and ran her hands through his hair as he fingered her. She closed her eyes to savor his efforts and her breathing became rapid. He was surprised when she pulled away from him thirty seconds later.

"Not so fast, Harry," she whispered, slightly out of breath. "The show's not finished yet."

Harry grinned and leaned back on his hands, wondering what she had planned now.

She concentrated and morphed before his eyes again. Her frame gained several inches in height, her skin became much paler, and her hair turned a long blonde. Her pubic hair expanded in width, but remained dark, while her breasts grew substantially. They became large and round, but not did not sag in the slightest.

Harry looked up once at Tonks' new face, then stared in wonder at the near-legendary breasts of Daphne Greengrass.

The Slytherin princess had always possessed an enormous rack for her frame, and to Harry's knowledge no one had done more than speculate about its secrets. She certainly hadn't deigned to date any of the boys from Hogwarts.

He reached out and caressed one of the soft, white globes, impressed with its firmness. His thumb traced a circle around her nipple, and a small pink button stood to greet him.

"She's got quite a rack, doesn't she?" Tonks said admiringly, and Harry had to agree. They were even bigger than he imagined them to be. He suddenly wished he had been friendlier to Daphne over the past seven years.

"They're huge," he acknowledged, and let his hand rove down her soft, pale belly to the downy triangle between her legs. He was surprised at the darkness and fullness of her pubic hair, given her blonde hair and light skin. His fingers ran through it luxuriously, and he had the sudden urge to bury his face in it.

"Pity the carpet doesn't match the drapes," Tonks smirked. "I think Miss Greengrass has been using liberal amounts of dye."

Harry nodded, enthralled as his hands explored her thighs, hamstrings, and arse. He pulled Daphne's body closer to him and gave her a soft kiss on the belly button, then cradled her breasts in both hands. He massaged them delicately from below, transfixed by their weight. They seemed to be made for squeezing.

Tonks chuckled at his fascination. "You haven't seen anything yet, Harry."

As he groped her, Tonks morphed yet again. Her breasts expanded in his hands, and he was astonished that they could get any bigger. But they continued to grow. And grow. And grow. Harry's eyes had widened in astonishment by the time they were finished.

He looked up and found himself gazing into the amused eyes of Millicent Bulstrode. It was an expression he'd never seen on her thuggish face. The massive girl stood six feet tall and weighed over 15 stone, and was known for scowling and intimidating people rather than smiling.

"Holy fucking shit," he whispered in awe. "Are they really that big?"

'Millicent' burst out laughing at his expression, and the sound made Harry's skin crawl. "I didn't change a thing."

He stood up to cop a better feel, and his eyes stared in wonder at her colossal mammaries. Each was bigger than his head, and likely as heavy, he thought.

"Wow," he breathed, and plunged his hands into their softness. They spread out around his hands, expanding to an even more prodigious size. He sat back down, stunned, and let his eyes examine the rest of the girl's body.

She wasn't fat so much as hulking, and Harry gaped at the sight of her huge thighs and the wooly nest of brown fur that made its home between her legs. He had no intention of putting his hands in there. Apparently it was not a Slytherin tradition to trim one's pubic hair, no matter how expansive it was.

He shivered. "Who in the name of Merlin told you that Millicent Bulstrode was a 'hottie?'"

"No one. But I remembered her from my time here training you, and I was always impressed with her mass. She's quite a brute."

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. "Next please," he whined, trying to get the vision of Millicent out of his mind. He would have felt bad about belittling her had she not possessed such a poisonous personality.

Tonks laughed and shifted again. "Maybe this one will be more to your liking."

When he opened his eyes, he was staring at the naked body of Susan Bones. He clamped them shut again hurriedly, but not before he caught a vision of creamy skin, curvy hips, and trimmed, reddish-blond pubic hair.

"No way, Tonks. She's dating Neville, and I see her all the time."

"Oops. How about this lovely young lady then?"

Harry opened his eyes and his breath caught as he took in the nude form of Katie Bell. He hadn't seen his former quidditch teammate since she graduated, but it certainly looked as if she were staying in shape. Her legs and stomach appeared just as firm as Cho's, and a dark, trim patch of brown hair rested between her legs. But it was something just above that inviting patch that caught Harry's eye.

Katie Bell had a tattoo.

A small golden quidditch hoop rose from her pubic hair, and an animated quaffle buzzed around it in small ovals, scoring continuous goals.

"Whoa," he breathed. "That's awesome."

He traced the outline of the tattoo with his index finger, then ran it softly through her trimmed bush. When he was younger he had often fantasized about the Gryffindor chasers, but never thought he would get the chance to see one of them naked.

Unable to resist the temptation, Harry cupped his hand and gently stroked her pussy with his finger. She was just as wet as Cho had been. Tonks giggled in Katie's voice, and he found the sound delightful. Her clit seemed hidden from him, and he felt odd about searching for it too thoroughly.

He pulled back and looked up at Katie's pert breasts, which were exactly as he had imagined them. Her nipples were a dark pink and stood out in arousal. He rubbed his palms gently across them, and Tonks sighed as he did so.

"We're not done yet, Harry," she whispered, a wicked gleam in her eye that made Harry suddenly nervous.

Tonks morphed again, and Harry found his hands playing across the small, pink nipples of Ginny Weasley.

"Care for a little ginger? You know you were curious about the potions princess."

Harry sighed, and gave in to the temptation to ogle Ginny's naked body. The girl's desire to have him as a boyfriend had caused an irreparable rift between him and the Weasley family. Her popularity had taken a nose dive after her plot was discovered, and she had become more withdrawn and quiet.

He actually felt sorry for her now that some time had passed. He was polite to her whenever their paths crossed, even though there was no recovering their friendship.

Now that she was a little older, her body was less boyish. She was still narrow at the hips and thin in the waist, very unlike her mother. A patch of fiery red hair crowned her pussy lips.

His eyes trailed slowly upward, noting the soft clear hairs that adorned her belly, and rested on her chest. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, with light pink nipples that stood out prominently. Patterns of freckles dotted her chest everywhere, and Harry couldn't resist the urge to trace them with his finger.

"She's actually quite beautiful," he mused, his gaze returning to the fiery redness of her pubic hair.

He ran his fingers gently through it, then parted her pink lips to gaze at the clit hidden beneath. He squeezed it gently between his fingers, surprised when it expanded a little under his touch.

Tonks grinned down at him. "Right now she is, Harry, but you dodged an unforgivable. Just think what she'll look like in thirty years."

Her body morphed suddenly into a wider, paler, dumpier package, and Harry pulled his hand back in shock.

The naked body of Molly Weasley was now standing much too close for comfort.

"Gah! Tonks!" he shouted, and slammed his eyes shut. He had gotten a glimpse of a pale, flabby stomach and an unruly patch of fire at her crotch, and that was more than enough.

He heard Tonks laugh boisterously, a bizarre sound coming from Mrs. Weasley, and then he gasped as he felt her hand grip him firmly by the back of the hair.

Harry suddenly found his face pulled forward and buried in the soft, fleshy bosom of Molly Weasley. He was so shocked at first that he didn't struggle, but it didn't stop Tonks from pressing his face firmly into her enormous globes.

He gave a muted scream and tried to push away, but Tonks had a firm grip. She wriggled her breasts playfully, mashing his face in her cleavage and nearly suffocating him.

"Isn't this n-nice, Harry, dear?" she cooed in Molly's voice, barely able to restrain her laughter. "If you had only dated my Ginny, we could do this every day."

Harry finally pulled his face free, then wrestled out of Tonks' grasp and leapt on the bed. His face was flushed with exertion and outrage.

"Bloody hell, Tonks!" he screeched and shivered violently. "That's just not fucking cricket!"

Tonks nearly doubled over in laughter, still in Molly Weasley's form, and looked up at him with a face so red it was glowing. "Oh…oh, Harry, dear…don't be shy," she wheezed, tears streaming down her face. "I just want you to taste my t-treacle tart. It's dripping with gooey sweetness, just for you."

"Holy fuck," whispered Harry, and jumped off the other side of the bed for his own protection. "You're insane."

"Don't say such th-things, my dear," Tonks continued wheezing, crawling across the bed toward him, Molly's breasts swinging pendulously as she shook with mirth. "I just want to make sure you're eating enough: how about some spicy g-gingerbread, or I could butter you up a strawberry muffin. I'd even let you lick the honey from my pot!"

Unable to continue further, she collapsed onto the bed and buried her face in the bedspread, howling with laughter. Harry just stared at the pasty nude arse of Molly Weasley in disbelief.

"There is something seriously wrong with you, Tonks."

When her laughter finally subsided, Tonks morphed back into her usual form and propped her head up on her hands. "Not into gingers, are you?" she grinned.

"Not into vomiting," he retorted, shuddering as he looked down on her. "If you turn into Umbridge, I swear I'll snap your wand when we get out of here."

Tonks snickered and shook her head at the prospect. "I'd sooner AK myself; don't worry."

"Are you done trying to scar me for life then?"

"Aw, did Harry Potter's Tonksie gross Harry Potter Sir out?" she cooed, mimicking Dobby's favorite form of address. Dobby's slavish devotion to Harry was a running joke among his friends. "Come here and I'll make it up to you."

Harry eyed her warily for a second, then stepped to the edge of the bed. She scooted forward on her elbows, her face now within inches of his cock. She stared at it for a moment, her heels kicking her arse playfully as she examined him.

He flinched when she pushed his cock to the side with her finger and then let it go. She grinned as it swung back and forth in her face.

"You're actually a lot bigger than I would have expected, Harry-kins."

Harry snorted. "Hermione said the same thing. I'm so glad you're not disappointed."

Tonks shrugged. "No offense. You've got a small frame, is all."

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Would you like to stare at it a little while longer?"

"Growing impatient, are we?" she smirked, and let her hands trail teasingly along his hips. His cock was now directly in front of her nose, and he could feel her breath on it.

"Fair enough. Any special requests? Would you like to get a blowjob from Professor McGonagall, by chance?"

"Thanks, but no," Harry winced. "How about the real Nymphadora?"

She rolled her eyes. "What is it with people and my 'real' form? You'll see it soon enough; but just for that 'Nymphadora' you'll have to wait."

She morphed quickly into Daphne Greengrass and smiled wickedly up at him.

"You'll want to keep your eyes open for this, Gryffindor Golden Boy," she purred in Daphne's voice.

Harry watched as 'Daphne' leaned forward and took his head in her mouth. He expected her to tease him with her tongue, but instead she grabbed his arse with both hands and pulled him forward roughly. He stared open-mouthed as she swallowed his entire length in one smooth motion.

"Bloody hell," he whispered in surprise, almost losing his balance. He could feel her throat expanding to accommodate his length and girth as she buried her nose in his pubic hair.

Tonks wrapped her lips tightly around his base and contracted her throat around him, squeezing him tightly. Harry was nearly overwhelmed at the sensation.

She released him slowly, causing him to groan at the suction, then kissed his tip tenderly when she was finished.

"Not bad, huh?" Daphne's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"More please," Harry breathed. It had not occurred to him how useful her metamorph skills would be for such a task.

Tonks chuckled and morphed quickly into the form of Cho Chang. She took him into her mouth and swallowed him whole again, suctioning him tightly. He moaned in pleasure as she tickled his pubic hair with her nose, moving her head in small circles to tease him.

He watched with rapt attention as she withdrew most of the way and then morphed into Ginny Weasley. He gasped and closed his eyes as she stroked him three times in quick succession with her mouth, and when he looked down again he was staring into the brown eyes of Katie Bell.

Katie bobbed on his length for a few seconds, then her features shifted to those of Hermione. Harry watched in awe, unable to look away, as first Hermione, then Parvati, then Luna, then Fleur feasted on his cock.

The delicious pressure and the medley of changing faces was too much to withstand, and he felt his orgasm approaching like a barreling train. His abdominal muscles quivered and he had to lean into the bed to keep from collapsing.

"Tonks, I'm gonna cum," he breathed, and couldn't resist grabbing handfuls of ever-changing hair beneath him.

Tonks released most of his length, then plunged back down again quickly. She dug her fingernails into his arse cheeks, and his body stiffened as orgasm overcame him.

"Oh…God," Harry grunted breathlessly, and his cock pulsed repeatedly in her throat, spurting copious jets of cum down her esophagus. He thrust his hips as he came, and her nose remained buried against him.

When he stopped pulsing in her throat, she released him until only his head remained in her mouth. She suckled it gently for a moment, extracting the last of his cum as it seeped out. Harry moaned softly as she sucked.

When she was finally finished, Tonks pulled back and reclined on her side. She had returned to her usual form without him noticing.

"Well, whadja think?" she asked, smiling brightly.

"I think I'm in love," Harry blurted out, then blushed.

She laughed gaily and sighed. "Whatever that was, it certainly wasn't love, Harry-kins."

"I, er, didn't mean it like that," he admitted sheepishly. "It was bloody fantastic. Amazing. Marvelous. You pick a word."

"Being a metamorph does have its perks. I thought about morphing into Trelawney as you came, but I didn't think you'd ever forgive me."

Harry shivered. "I would have challenged you to a duel. Please don't do that when we're, er, you know."

"Fucking?" Tonks supplied helpfully, batting her eyelashes.

"Yeah, that," he smirked, and sat down on the bed next to her. His legs felt weak from the release of his magic.

After a few seconds of agreeable silence, he smacked her lightly on the arse. "So is the show still in progress, or would you like me to demonstrate what I can do with my tongue?"

She laughed and threw herself back against the bed. She rested her head on the pillow and gave him a huge smile.

"Ickle Harry is all grown up and talking like a man. Who would have thought three years ago that we'd be doing this now? I feel like I'm about to spread my legs for my little brother."

Harry's proud grin turned into a wince. He sighed and moved himself between Tonks' legs. She opened and closed her knees for him teasingly.

"You have a way with words, Tonks; you know that?" he grumbled.

"It's a gift. Now get down there and show Big Sis how much you love her."

He gave up and laughed. There was no end to Tonks' playfulness. He gripped her knees firmly and spread them apart, then leaned down to examine her pussy.

Aside from her hairy pink lightning bolt, she was bare. Her lips protruded from a prominent pelvic bone, and he did not need to spread them to access her clit, which was pink with arousal and protruding from them clearly.

He rubbed his index finger teasingly up and down the swollen tissue, and she writhed her hips in response. He flicked it gently with his finger tip, and smiled when she flinched.

"Less teasing, more pleasing," Tonks whined.

"You got it, Big Sis," Harry grinned, and buried his face in her snatch.

He rubbed his nose gleefully around on her clit, smiling as she moaned, then leaned forward to take it in his mouth. He sucked on it very gently, as if it were a nipple, and Tonks bucked her hips in encouragement.

"Good God," she gasped, and thrust her hips upwards, straight off the bed and into Harry's face. He laughed at her enthusiasm, and reached underneath her to support her arse. He grabbed twin handfuls and squeezed, then rubbed his nose across her clit again. Tonks sighed loudly and grabbed both sides of the pillow, pulling them hard over her ears.

Harry opened his mouth and engulfed her entire pussy in a wet kiss, parting and exploring her folds with his tongue. He was intoxicated by the taste and scent of her arousal, and the awareness of how much he was pleasing her made his cock tingle in anticipation. He let his tongue play along her soaked folds for a few seconds, then took her clit in his mouth again, sucking on it tenderly.

He was momentarily shocked when he felt it pulse against his tongue, and when he continued suckling her he was sure that it had doubled in size. He suspected Tonks was morphing her clit to make it easier for him to pleasure her. Whatever the case, he happily complied.

He sucked her clit greedily, slowly increasing the suction until her breath came in shallow gasps.

"Don't stop or I'll kill you," Tonks panted, and pushed her hips more firmly into his face. He was starting to lose feeling in his hands as he now supported much of her weight.

Sensing her desperation, he withdrew for a split second and then pressed down hard on her clit with his tongue, mashing it into her lips.

Tonks made a high-pitched, keening sound and bucked her hips against his face. Her clit throbbed against the pressure of his tongue. She tightened her thighs around his head and panted as her orgasm arrived. Harry watched her hair alternate between pink and purple as she came, and he knew for certain that he needed to invest in a pensieve.

She spasmed for almost twenty seconds, then collapsed as her hips fell back to the bed, nearly trapping his hands underneath her.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled contentedly. "Well, that was worth the price of admission."

Harry crawled forward and lay down next to her, licking her juices from his lips. "It's a gift," he smirked, and Tonks chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair affectionately.

"Just give me a minute, and then we can finish the ritual," she smiled, her face still flushed.

"Take all the time you need," he grinned, caressing her hip and flanks with a hand.

They maintained eye contact for a while, neither saying a word, and Harry was surprised by the intimacy of the moment.

"This is less awkward than I thought it might be," Tonks said softly after awhile.

He gave a one-shoulder shrug as he leaned on his elbow. "I'm sorry it's awkward at all. Thank you for doing this for me."

"What are friends for?" she smiled, running a hand through his hair. "It's not as if I'm really making a sacrifice…plus you're pretty easy on the eyes for such a scrawny little guy."

Harry narrowed his eyes and poked her in the nipple with his finger. "Yes, well, you're not so bad either for such a decrepit old woman. I may or may not have always watched closely when you did your stretching exercises."

She laughed at his confession. "Oh, Harry; don't ever change."

He gave her his most charming grin. "So do I get to see the real you now?"

Tonks returned his grin, shaking her head at his persistence. "I suppose you've earned it. It's not the big deal you think it is, but still—it stays between you and me, alright?"

"I promise," Harry said earnestly, and watched as she closed her eyes and concentrated. His heart beat faster and he held his breath, as if some momentous revelation were at hand.

Tonks' pixie-like features slowly morphed into her 'real' appearance. Her spiky pink hair became long and black; her skin became perceptibly darker, and her nose elongated slightly.

Harry leaned back to take in her whole body, and noticed that her hips widened a little and her breasts became larger. The pink hair between her legs became black, and her nipples too became larger and darker. Her abs and legs looked just as toned as they did in her preferred form.

She lay completely still in her reclining position, giving him the chance to take stock of the changes. His gaze moved up and down her body fervently, as if trying to memorize her appearance. She was recognizable to him as Tonks, although she did look markedly different with long black hair.

"Well?" she asked after he had perused her several times.

"You…you're a very pretty, very normal girl. I don't get it. What was the big mystery?"

Tonks grinned slyly. "There isn't one. That's the mystery. I look like any old member of the Black family, but it doesn't fit my personality. So I changed my hair and lightened my skin, and made a few subtle changes here and there."

"Huh," Harry mused. "I was expecting you to look radically different. You look like Tonks with black hair and a tan."

"I am Tonks, you dimwit," she smiled, and poked him in the chest.

"You know what I mean…Why do you shrink your breasts, though? Those are quite nice."

She shrugged. "I'm an Auror. Big boobs just get in the way."

"Are you, er, going to stay like this?" he asked curiously, knowing that the time to complete the ritual was upon them.

"I suppose I should, just to be safe."

Harry looked into her eyes once again, and felt a strong urge to kiss her. The secret they now shared cemented their friendship more firmly than ever.

He leaned forward and kissed her hesitantly, and relaxed when she responded favorably. It was somehow more intimate than anything they had just shared. He pulled her body a little closer and deepened the kiss. She gave him entrance to her mouth, and their tongues played softly together.

He ran his hand up and down her sides, then gently kneaded her breast. It was slightly fuller than it had been, and Tonks moaned into his mouth as he caressed it.

Her hand reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock, and Harry shifted to give her better access. She began stroking him gently as they continued their soft, sensual kiss.

Harry's hand roamed down her body and came to rest between her legs, and Tonks opened her thigh to grant him access. His palm rested on the small black tuft of hair as he swirled his middle finger in small circles around her inner lips. He could feel her heat and dampness returning, and his own arousal began to beg for release once again.

He plunged a single finger into her wetness, and she sighed in his mouth. He put a second finger inside her, and she thrust her tongue forcefully against his. They continued caressing each other, their urgency growing, until Tonks finally broke the kiss.

"I'm ready for you, Harry," she whispered.

"How do you, er, want to do this?" he asked.

She regarded him thoughtfully for a moment, then rolled onto her back. She spread her legs wide and pulled her knees back almost to her ears.

Harry took one look at that position and became harder than a rock. He crawled in front of her and stopped for a moment to admire the view.

"Merlin, Tonks," he whispered, staring down at her pink lips, which were spread and waiting for him. He could see the wetness glistening within her pussy, some of it leaking out to shine along the edges of her arse.

"Come and get it, Harry," she purred. "No need to be gentle."

He leaned down and climbed eagerly atop her. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a wet, lusty kiss. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as he placed himself at her entrance and rubbed softly against her, seeking the right angle.

When he found it, he pushed in hard, and Tonks gasped into his mouth as he filled her. Harry groaned at the tightness and heat and moved his hips in a small circle, savoring the sensation of being sheathed completely within her. She clenched her walls around him hard, and he wondered if she was adjusting her pussy to fit his dimensions.

He withdrew slowly and then began pumping in and out of her in long, slow strokes. Tonks kissed him fiercely, grunting softly when he pushed deep within her.

"Faster, Harry," she whispered, and her hands moved to the top of his arse as she closed her eyes and gave into the moment.

Harry adjusted his angle of entry so that he could push down with his hips, then began fucking her in earnest. He drove into her roughly, his pace increasing as his thighs slapped her arse from the momentum.

Over the next few minutes he developed a rhythm, every so often alternating his rough strokes with slow, sensual thrusts. When he wasn't kissing her, he watched her face closely, enthralled by the effect his actions were having on her.

"Yes," Tonks moaned loudly, and began pulling his arse toward her when he buried himself. "Harder."

Harry was starting to sweat with exertion, but he was determined to make Tonks scream in pleasure. Her position beneath him, spread-eagled with her legs pinned near her ears, awakened something primal within him. Fleur had demanded similar treatment from him after their ritual, but he had been so overpowered by her allure that he barely remembered the experience. He intended to savor every second of this one.

Not worried about hurting her thanks her to skills, he began pounding her in a frenzy of lust, until her arousal was leaking out of her pussy and dripping down her arse onto the bedspread. She moaned as if in pain and pulled her knees apart with her hands, spreading even wider for him as he buried himself inside her again and again. His own orgasm built relentlessly, and he knew he couldn't take such a pace much longer.

"Gods…Yes…Almost there," Tonks panted, and suddenly gripped him with her walls so tightly that he knew for certain that she was morphing. She held him so firmly that he could barely move, and the delicious pressure nearly sent him over the edge. It felt like his cock was trapped in an oven of softness and heat.

"I can't last much longer if you do that," he whined, his eyes shut as he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm.

"Don't care…Fuck me," Tonks whispered, and began rubbing her clit vigorously.

Harry pulled out slowly, shocked at the effort required. She let out a keening whine as he did. When he was finally out far enough, he drove in as hard as he could with his hips, knowing he was about to pass the point of no return.

She was slick with lubrication, but so overwhelmingly tight that it hardly mattered. Harry lost control just as Tonks cried out and grabbed her engorged clit between her fingers. She panted as her walls began spasming around his cock, its contractions gripping him with unnatural pressure.

He gasped and shuddered as his second orgasm of the night tore through him. Her sheath gripped him so tightly that he could not move, but he panted in time with the bursts of cum that pulsed from his cock. His own spasms warred with Tonks' in a contest to occupy the same space in one body. The pressure was so intense that his orgasm seemed to last forever.

As his cock finally stopped pulsing inside her, the rune on his belly lit up and he hissed in pain. Tonks too cried out as she felt it. She gripped his ribs with her thighs in what felt to Harry like an attempt to crush him.

Time seemed to stop for several seconds as both held their breath, and then they collapsed onto one another in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Harry lay on top of her, still inside her and his full weight pinning her to the bed. Tonks didn't seem to care.

At long last he recovered the strength to push himself onto his elbows, and he looked into her face with concern. Her eyes were shut, and he could see her pulse thumping wildly in her neck as she breathed raggedly. Her long, black hair seemed to be shifting through all the colors of the rainbow in a rapid lightshow. Her face was flushed and sweating profusely.

"Tonks?" he whispered hoarsely, his own head swimming from the release of his magic.

She seemed unable to hear him.

"Tonks?"

"Shut up," she whispered. "This is amazing."

He continued to stare into her face for another thirty seconds. Her eyes remained tightly shut, and she seemed lost in some personal bliss. Her hair slowly stopped shifting between colors and returned to her natural black.

She finally breathed in and then exhaled deeply, relaxing her hold on his ribs. "Oy, get off, Harry; you're crushing me."

He snorted and raised himself off her, his cock only now able to pull free. He sat back on his haunches and grinned as his head began swimming even more violently.

"Oh, wow," he breathed, and grabbed the bedspread to maintain his balance. "I feel like I'm drunk off my arse."

Tonks tilted her head at him as she sat up, amused by the goofy look on his face and his dilated pupils.

"Are you alright?"

"Never better," he giggled. "Your hair was freaking out a second ago."

"I don't doubt it," she sighed, and was overcome by a huge yawn. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my life. I can't even begin to describe it."

Harry grinned at her, swaying lightly. "You're not going to jump me and demand more sex?"

Tonks yawned widely again and rolled over onto her side. "Must have been a veela thing," she murmured. "I feel like I could sleep for days."

Harry too felt exhausted, but not to the point of collapse that she was showing. "Go ahead and sleep, Tonks. I'll get Pomfrey to check on you, just in case," he said, petting her calves as if she were a cat.

"Mmmhmm," she mumbled, her breathing already becoming deep and rhythmic.

"Another satisfied customer," he murmured softly to himself, then giggled at his own words. His sense of exhilaration and giddiness seemed to be growing rather than diminishing.

He stepped cautiously off the bed and looked back at Tonks.

"I'll go get Pomfwey—Pomfrey, I mean," he grinned, swaying drunkenly. "You just rest."

Harry turned and stumbled out the door of the Room of Requirement, oblivious to the fact that he was stark naked and still had a huge erection.

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