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A Godfather's Vow Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-08-29 17:40:06 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: BJ, Cum Facial, Cum Play, Teasing, Breast Play, Spanking.
“Tonks, are you done?”
“Just a minute!” Tonks yelled from the bathroom, quickly patting herself dry with a towel. It was strange, living with a man she liked. Her past dalliances had been quick flings. Living with someone she genuinely liked carried a sense of vulnerability that she found she did not care for.
“We said we’d meet Hermione at eleven! She gets antsy when I’m late!” Harry shouted back, pulling a shirt over his head. He had no idea how Tonks had convinced Dumbledore to let her take him shopping in Diagon Alley and he honestly did not care. After nearly a month and a half imprisoned in his uncle’s house, he was ready for any reprieve he could get even if it was a quick shopping trip.
And a kinda-sorta date, he reminded himself.
Having a woman in his life was a strange experience, especially one who was older, confident, and at times, a shameless flirt. It was even stranger to live and duel with her, their forced proximity fostering a sense of intimacy that would normally have taken weeks if not months to naturally develop.
“You know, it’d have been faster if you just showered with me,” Tonks pointed out teasingly as she walked out of the bathroom. She was naked and furiously rubbing a towel through her damp pink hair.
Harry couldn’t help himself, his gaze lowered and rested on her bosom, her heavy breasts bouncing gently with every step she took.
Tonks didn’t miss the staring. “You know, we could always just invite Hermione here,” she suggested with a teasing grin. “The more the merrier.” She made no effort to dress, enjoying Harry’s admiring gaze on her naked body.
“I’ve told you, Hermione is just a friend,” Harry replied hotly. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from her bosom and picked up the shirt from the bed, holding it out for her. “Come on, we’re getting late.”
“And what about the delightful Miss Greengrass?” Tonks teased, her voice muffled as she pulled one of the many shirts she had stolen from him over her head.
Harry blushed, glad Tonks was unable to see his pink cheeks. “She’s just a friend too. The only reason we even started talking was to pass the time while she patched me up during my Hospital Wing visits.”
“The hero and the healer,” Tonks said with a smirk. “It has a certain ring to it.”
“Shut up,” Harry groused and chucked a pillow at her. In her attempt to dodge it, she grabbed the dull beige curtain and they both jumped as the rod holding it up ripped free from its socket and dropped to the ground with a loud CLANG.
“Oops,” Tonks said with a sheepish grin. The Dursleys had to have heard the commotion but she doubted any of them were brave enough to actually come up and question them.
“I do have someone I want to take out on a date,” Harry said, ignoring the crashed curtain rod. Tonks was a bit of a klutz and he secretly thought it was utterly adorable.
“Who? Merlin, Potter, are you building a harem of sexy blondes back in Hogwarts?” Tonks teased as she nudged the rod out of the way.
“You think I’m far more popular than I actually am.” Harry rolled his eyes fondly. Her confidence in him felt good, but the Hogwarts she remembered was a Hogwarts of the past. People like Malfoy had corrupted and twisted its ideals. Now, Harry doubted he’d be able to go from one class to another without someone calling him insane. It wasn’t like the Daily Prophet was holding back on doing it, so why would other students?
“I was thinking we could go on a date. A proper one,” Harry said, his cheeks pink.
Get it together, you’ve seen her naked, he told himself and took a step toward her.
Their rather unique living condition meant that nothing in their relationship was ‘normal’. She was his teacher, friend, and kinda-sorta girlfriend all in one. They had decided to take things slow after the initial outburst of passion but it was becoming impossible for him to ignore his growing feelings for the sweet, kind, klutzy woman who had swooped into his life and changed it overnight.
Before Tonks, he was simply existing. Now, he knew what it meant to actually live.
“Me?” Tonks’ breath hitched as Harry closed the distance between them. Her heart sped up, hammering in her chest. She kept promising herself that she’d just be a fun summer fling for him, yet with every passing day she seemed closer and closer to abandoning that promise.
It didn’t help that he was simultaneously the sweetest and hottest man that she had ever been with.
Fuck me. She stared at him, unable to pull her gaze away from his hypnotic green eyes. All she had ever wanted in her partner was a man who cared about her, who treated her like a partner even as he fucked her silly.
What more could a girl want?
“Yes, you,” Harry whispered.
His lips were inches from her and she suddenly forgot they were getting late. She wanted, no, she needed him to kiss her. To claim her lips and her body, to make her scream like he only he had ever managed to do.
“I’ve never been on a date before,” Harry whispered as he reached out to tuck a strand of pink hair behind her ear. “So I’m not sure what to do but I was thinking we could go to Fortescue's for ice cream then spend the day window shopping in Diagon Alley?”
“I’ve never been on a date either,” Tonks admitted, resisting the urge to push his messy black hair away from his eyes.
She giggled and shrugged at his surprised expression. “It wasn’t from lack of trying. I just never met anyone worth dating before you,” she admitted, blushing fiercely. Her plans to keep their relationship restricted to a summer fling were failing and she was strangely okay with that.
“When you’re a metamorphmagus men don’t look at you like a partner or even a woman worth dating,” Tonks admitted, trying her best not to sound hurt. Her years in Hogwarts hadn’t exactly been the best but it was all in the past. “They look at you like you’re a tool to fulfill their fantasies. Big boobs, small boobs. Long hair, short hair. One boy wanted a massive ass, the other wanted me to have an ass as flat as a board. Every single one of them had a list of requirements when they asked me out on a date.”
“I don’t have any requirements,” Harry whispered. He cupped her cheeks and used his thumb to gently wipe away the lone tear that had leaked out of the corner of her eye. “Well, I have one. Stop stealing my shirts.”
“Never,” Tonks giggled.
Harry grinned and leaned in, his lips gently brushing against hers. He was hesitant at first, his hands dropping to hang stiffly by his side until she grabbed his wrists and placed them on her waist.
She moaned quietly and parted her lips to deepen the kiss, her tongue playfully swiping against his lips before retreating.
Her actions seemed to flip a switch in his head and he growled, his tongue darting into the wet embrace of her mouth, chasing her retreating tongue. He caught it and they dueled playfully for a few seconds, both of them resisting their need for air.
When Harry finally pulled away his chest was heaving as he gasped for breath. His pupils were blown with lust. His cock throbbed in his pants, his rapidly hardening shaft pressing uncomfortably against the fabric.
His hands shifted from her waist and gently grabbed the hem of her shirt. “May I?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“You wanted your shirt back, didn’t you? Take it.” Tonks could have sworn her heartbeat was loud enough to be heard throughout the house.
She had no idea why she was so nervous. They had done so much already, but this felt different. It was intimate, much more meaningful than a fun fuck in an abandoned warehouse.
Harry nodded and pulled the shirt overhead before tossing it to the floor. His eyes widened as he turned his attention back to her, unable to pull his gaze away from the gentle sway of her creamy mounds.
Her heavy breasts were perfection in flesh, with large pink areolas the size of galleons. Each pink circle was crowned by a stiff puffy nub that was begging for attention.
“Pinch them,” Tonks requested. She arched her back slightly, pushing her chest out for him.
“Won’t it hurt?” Harry frowned.
“Remember that video we watched yesterday?” When Sirius had told her to keep him safe and teach him, he only had dueling and self-defense in mind. She, on the other hand, had taken it upon herself to go much further, to do everything necessary to pull him out of his shell and help him reach his true potential.
Harry blushed and nodded.
“Did you see how much that girl liked it when he was spanking her? Pain is an aphrodisiac,” Tonks whispered. She swayed her shoulders, causing her breasts to bounce invitingly. “It turns me on.” She paused, grinned, and winked. “It arouses a lot of girls. ”
Harry reached out and grabbed her creamy mounds, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. After their initial tryst, they had stuck to kissing and cuddling but his nightmares had slowly been replaced by dreams of exploring her body, of-
He paused and withdrew his hands, ignoring Tonks’ disappointed groan. Before she could react he bent and buried his face in her chest, his lips peppering kisses along the rim of her areola.
Tonks gasped and moaned quietly, shocked by his actions. She shuddered and pushed her fingers through his messy black hair, tugging on it to pull him closer.
Harry grinned and obliged. His lips wrapped around her nipple and took as much of his breast into her mouth as he could before he clamped down on the rosy peak, rolling it between his teeth.
“Harry!” Tonks squealed, a current shooting down her spine right to her core. She subconsciously spread her legs, a trickle of arousal leaking out of her neglected pussy and snaking down her thigh.
“Yhou lhike?” Harry asked, his voice muffled.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Tonks begged, her growing frustration finally spilling over. She gasped as he began to suck. His hand found her other breast and began to massage it in time with his sucking. “Oh, Harry!”
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the heady scent of her arousal enveloping him, using it and her desperate moans and whimpers as a guide. His tongue traced the rim of her areola, its rough surface slowly dragging against her soft skin. He was in no hurry as he explored her body, committing every tiny detail to memory.
Smack!
His free hand snaked around her waist and he playfully smacked her firm ass.
“Oh, Merlin!” Tonks squealed. She was putty in his hands. It had taken him mere minutes to turn her into a whimpering, mewling, horny mess. Her hair was dark red and had grown longer, tumbling down her bare back in waves.
Harry grinned and intensified his efforts, his teeth gently tugging on her nipple.
Tonks’ knees buckled and she had to press closer to him for support, giving him easier access to her ass and Harry wasted no time in taking advantage of it.
Smack! Smack!
Two blows landed on her cheeks in quick succession, leaving bright pink handprints in their wake.
“Harry!” The trickle out of her pussy had turned into a gush, her thighs gleaming with the arousal staining her skin. She could feel his rock-hard cock poking her thigh. His poor manhood was straining uncomfortably against his pants with seemingly no relief in sight.
She reluctantly pulled away from him, groaning softly as the pressure on her nipples disappeared. Her rosy peaks were flushed and throbbing and would ache deliciously for the rest of the day.
“Did I do something wrong?!” Harry asked.
“What?” Her lust-addled mind took a second to process his question. When it did, she giggled and shook her head. “No. Gods, no! You’re a natural, Harry. I bet you fuck like a god,” Tonks teased, giggling again at the heavy blush on his cheeks.
“Let me take care of you, okay?” She bit her lip, her heart jumping into her throat as she glanced at the massive tent in his pants.
She was equal parts nervous and excited. He was huge and while her powers meant it wasn’t exactly a problem, a part of her didn’t want to use them.
He wanted her. The real her.
That was what he’d get, she decided as she slowly sank to her knees. She reached out with trembling fingers to button his pants, gently pulling them and his boxers down his legs and letting them pool around his ankles.
Harry groaned quietly as the pressure on his shaft was relieved and his throbbing manhood sprang free. His thick length smacked Tonks’ rosy cheek. “S-sorry,” Harry stammered, his eyes wide.
“Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“When we’re outside this room I love it that you treat me with affection and respect. That you consider me as your partner.” Tonks wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, her slender fingers barely managing to encircle his massive girth. “But when we’re in here, you’re going to use me hard and use me often and you never apologize for it. Okay? This body is yours,” she whispered, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. She kept her eyes locked with him as she leaned closer and slapped her cheeks with his cock. By the time she pulled away her cheeks were gleaming; her skin smeared with the precum leaking out of his tip.
“Yes,” Harry hissed, his eyes darkening. He had slipped into Parseltongue without even noticing. His hands buried in her dark red curls and he guided her plump lips to his tip. “Mine,” he hissed, sighing as her soft lips wrapped around his shaft.
Tonks hummed and relaxed her jaw, slowly swallowing inch after inch of his cock.
Harry sighed as his length was enveloped in the warm, wet embrace of her mouth, the sudden rush of power and possessiveness he had felt disappearing as soon as it had appeared.
“Yhours,” Tonks mumbled, not looking away from him for even a second. Her bright blue eyes scanned his face, her lips curling into a satisfied smile around his cock at his blissful expression.
She grabbed his thighs for leverage and forced herself to relax her jaw further as he tugged on her hair and used it to pull her towards his crotch.
“Fuck,” Harry hissed, a current traveling down his shaft and up his spine when his tip hit the back of her throat. His vision went dark for a second and he was breathing heavily by the time he recovered. His cock twitched in her mouth and he desperately conjured up images of Snape in his head in an attempt to make sure he didn’t blow his load prematurely.
Tonks wasn’t making his task easy. She hollowed out her cheeks, applying the gentlest of pressure on his shaft. Her tongue slowly ran along his length, tracing the throbbing vein that ran from base to tip. His loud groans were spurring her on. She gently closed her mouth, her teeth grazing his sensitive tip and increasing the pressure on his shaft.
“TONKS!” Harry yelled, already close to the edge and ready to explode. He pulled her hair, eliciting a quiet whimper from the older woman.
“Sho thasty,” Tonks mumbled. Her tongue swirled around his aching tip, lapping up the precum leaking out of it. She spread her legs further, giving him a glimpse of her bare, pink folds. A massive trickle of arousal hung from her lips, suspended over a small puddle of her juices. She ignored her aching core, devoting her entire attention to pleasing her man.
Harry acted on instinct and tugged her hair, slowly pushing his shaft into her throat. Tonks began to gag and he hesitated but a quiet moan from her was enough to spur him on. He kept going until her nose was buried in his crotch.
Tonks was cock drunk, staring up at Harry through glazed, lust-filled eyes as she gagged and choked on his length. He kept her pinned with his hands in her hair, watching as huge dollops of drool leaked out of the corners of her parted lips and splashed onto her heavy breasts. Tonks moaned, the vibrations and her fluttering throat walls massaging his girth almost like her pussy would.
Harry shallowly rocked his hips, pulling out before pushing back in, all while she gagged on his length. He was rapidly losing control, his initial hesitation all but disappearing as the room was filled with his quiet grunts and her encouraging moans and whimpers.
“Uh…” He paused, stumped for a second when he realized she couldn’t ask him to stop. “Hold your hand up if you need me to stop,” he finally commanded. He tightened his hold on her hair and began to guide her up and down on his shaft in time with his thrusting, pulling her away when he pulled out and pushing her down on his twitching length when he thrust back in.
Tonks, now a mere doll in his hands, was in heaven. Her rosy cheeks were gleaming with the precum and drool staining them. Her eyes were half-lidded, the girl never once breaking eye contact with Harry as he fucked her face. His thrusting was growing erratic and his grunts louder with every passing second, and Tonks knew he was close to the edge. She turned her focus on the shaft plunging in and out of her throat and slightly raised her tongue, forcing his sensitive tip and skin to drag across its rough surface every time he thrust deep into her throat.
“Fuck!” A strangled groan escaped Harry’s lips. If there was a heaven, he was in it. His cock was being massaged first by her tongue and then by the fluttering walls of her throat, the latter squeezing his shaft and trying to milk him for his seed. Her teeth occasionally grazed against his tip, sending an inexplicable tingle racing down his spine.
Tonks was thoroughly enjoying the effect she was having on Harry, her eyes never once pulling away from the expression of pure bliss on his face. Her right hand shifted from his thigh to his balls and she rolled the sensitive cum-engorged orbs between her fingers.
She gave them an experimental squeeze. His primal roar caused a gush of arousal to leak out of her, doubling the size of the puddle between her spread legs.
Harry pushed deep into her and erupted without warning, his tip spilling load after load of thick, warm cum down her throat. She tried to swallow as much of the delicious, salty cum as she could but it was a losing battle.
By the time his mind figured out what was happening and he pulled out her mouth was already full, thick trickles of white seed leaking from the corners of her mouth and running down to her chin. Harry tried to pull away but she used her hand on his thigh to keep him close, letting him dump the last few loads of his cum onto her face.
She tilted her head and closed her eyes, her glistening lips curled into a happy smile as a rope of cum slammed into her, painting her face from forehead to chin. Similar ropes followed until her skin was glazed with his seed, with a few dollops even ending up splattered onto her breasts.
“That felt so good,” Harry breathed. His fingers finally released their grip on her hair and he slumped onto the bed, utterly exhausted.
“It did indeed,” Tonks giggled, her voice hoarse.
“Tonks?”
“Hmm?” Tonks asked distractedly. Her attention was focused on her face. She gently massaged some of his cum into her skin before gathering some more onto her fingers. She popped them in her mouth, sighing as she savored the salty taste.
“Will you uhm…” Harry paused, blushing furiously.
“Is there something you want to ask me, Harry?” Tonks asked in an amused tone. She rolled his cum around on her tongue before poking it out of her mouth to show him the seed coating it. She parted her lips further, letting him see the cum she was holding in her mouth.
Harry’s cock twitched, already stirring back to life because of her teasing.
Get it together, he scolded himself. She’s literally snacking on your cum, it’s not like she’ll say no!
“Willyoubemygirlfriend?” Harry asked in a rush.
“Do I get to steal shirts from your cupboard whenever I want?”
The absurdity of her question brought Harry back to reality. “That’s your number one concern?!”
Tonks shrugged. “A girl’s gotta look after her future.”
“Sure.”
“Then, Harry Potter-” She popped her thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”
Harry grinned at her and she responded with an impish smile.
The loud buzzing of his wristwatch shattered the romantic atmosphere.
“Shit!” Harry swore, springing to his feet. “It’s eleven already.”
Tonks stood on unsteady feet and looked ruefully at the large puddle of arousal she had left behind on the wooden floor. Part two of their little dance would have to wait. “Give me five minutes to wash my face, then we’ll leave.” She grabbed her clothes off the bed and limped into the bathroom while Harry set up cleaning himself and the floor.
By the time she emerged wearing his shirt, ripped jeans, and a grunge black leather jacket he was dressed and waiting for her. Her hair was back to being short and pink. She grinned at him and held out her hand, which he happily took.
They exited the room and climbed down the stairs, knowing they’d have to exit the wards surrounding the house before they could apparate to Diagon Alley.
Dudley squealed and bolted into the kitchen when he heard them coming down the stairs. Vernon and Petunia kept their eyes on the television, ignoring their presence and acting like they didn’t exist. It suited Harry just fine. His Aunt and Uncle acting like he didn’t exist was much better than them dumping every chore in the house on him. Seeing his Uncle waddle around with the lawnmower in the baking July heat was immensely satisfying.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered with a grin as they walked out of the house. The woman who lived next door was watering her plants and she stared at Tonk’s punk leather jacket and messy pink hair with a scowl on her face.
Harry didn’t know what it was about the place, but Privet Drive truly attracted the most horrible individuals. Every single house on the street was stuffed with clones of his Aunt and Uncle and the only one to give him any sympathy was the strange old lady who lived opposite them and used to babysit him when he was younger.
“If you’re going to thank me for every blowjob I give you while we’re dating you’re going to spend half your week saying thank you,” Tonks teased. She smiled brightly at the woman as they walked past her, completely ignoring the look of disapproval on her face. She reached out and grabbed his hand and the woman’s frown deepened when noticed Tonks lacing their fingers together.
Harry chuckled. He knew what they’d all be talking about that evening. Crazy Potter was now dating a ‘dangerous criminal’. “Not… not for that.” He blushed as he turned his attention back to Tonks. “For making my Aunt and Uncle treat me like I’m an actual human for the first time in my life. Did you know Dudley made me toast yesterday?” Harry asked with a grin. Sure, he had only done it because he was terrified of Tonks and worried about doing anything that would get him turned into a pig but it still felt good.
“Petunia didn’t even scowl when I accidentally knocked over her porcelain teapot while making breakfast today.”
“If you stay long enough you just might transform them into decent people,” Harry teased. The heat was oppressive but they wouldn’t have to stay out for too long. They just had to endure it for the ten-minute walk to the nearby tunnel. It was usually empty this time of the day, making it the perfect spot to use to safely apparate. True privacy was a rarity in Privet Drive and Harry had no desire to make Tonks take risks that would endanger her position in the Ministry or in the Order.
Neither of them noticed the dark clouds gathering on the horizon.
“I’m skilled in a lot of different ways but I’m not a god, Harry,” Tonks teased. “I don’t think there’s anyone who can turn those useless lumps of flesh into actual human beings.”
“Oh, well. At least I don’t have to be their slave anymore. That alone makes this summer much better than every single one before it.”
Tonks’ heart broke a little at his matter-of-fact tone. Dumbledore had told Sirius he had very good reasons for keeping Harry at the Dursleys instead of bringing him over to Grimmauld Place but she couldn’t think of anything that was important enough that it justified Harry’s daily torment at the hands of his disgusting relatives.
Even if he had to stay in the house, why have Order members stay in the shadows, watching his misery but helpless to prevent it? Why not have them do what she had done? There was nothing stopping any of them from marching into the house and camping there, making sure they didn’t mistreat Harry. After all, protecting him meant keeping him safe from everyone, not just potential Death Eaters on the prowl.
Most of Dumbledore’s decisions these days made no sense to her.
Sirius had decided to listen to the man’s advice but do what he thought was best, especially when it came to Harry and she wholeheartedly supported her cousin’s decision.
“Being the right kind of slave can be fun,” Tonks teased and bumped her shoulder against his to lighten the mood.
“Can it?”
“Are you telling me you won’t have fun if I put on that skimpy bikini and sit on your lap with a collar and leash, the perfect little slave for what the Daily Prophet claims is an unhinged criminal?” Tonks winked, her grin growing at the deepening blush on his face. “I’ll do anything, Mr. Potter! Just don’t hurt me!” Tonks squealed, batting her eyelashes.
Harry groaned and playfully shoved her, using their enjoined hands to pull her back before she stumbled off the pavement. “That was mean. Especially when you know we’re running late and can’t stop for… detours,” Harry grumbled. His manhood was stirring again and he blamed it entirely on her.
“If you can keep it in your pants until we get home I wouldn’t mind a bit of roleplay,” Tonks responded with a sultry whisper.
They were too engrossed with each other to notice the dark clouds that had rolled across the sky and blotted out the sun. The temperature dropped and Harry, who was dressed only in a simple gray t-shirt and jeans shivered as a chilly gust of wind slammed into them. It shattered the mood in an instant.
“That’s strange,” he murmured, looking around. They were now in the seedier part of the neighborhood. It was completely deserted. Harry glanced over at the ramshackle playground Dudley and his gang liked to hang out in. An empty swing creaked as the wind pushed it.
“Why is it suddenly windy?” Tonks muttered, her free hand immediately disappearing into her pocket. Her fingers wrapped around her wand and she kept a tight grip on it but didn’t pull it out just yet. Fudge was looking for any reason to fire Ministry officials he thought were too close to Dumbledore and she had no desire to make it easy for him by breaking the International Statute of Secrecy. The hairs at the back of her neck were raised. Her training and innate gut feeling told her that they were in danger even though it wasn’t immediately obvious what was wrong.
It felt too subtle to be a Death Eater attack.
“To the tunnel. Come on. We need to get out of here,” Tonks muttered. She reluctantly pulled her hand free from his, knowing that if it came to a duel they would be hopelessly outnumbered and would need every advantage they could get.
Harry nodded and broke out into a sprint. Tonks easily kept up with him, her eyes alert for any movement around them.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, their footsteps echoing around them as they ran into the dark tunnel. Most of the lights in the structure were non-functional, the few that were working flickered and cast large shadows in between their cones of illumination.
“I don’t know yet,” Tonks murmured. She finally pulled out her wand but resisted the urge to light it. Her Auror training kicked in and she assessed their situation tactically. It was difficult to see in the semi-dark tunnel, which meant the same would be true for their attackers. It made them harder to target and made a potential escape easier. “And I’m not sticking around long enough to find out.”
She extended her free hand in his direction. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Just as Harry grabbed her hand the temperature dropped several degrees and a mist rolled into the tunnel, obscuring their vision even further. A sudden dread consumed them both, trapping them with their worst fears and nightmares and making it nearly impossible to think.
“CEDRIC! NOOOOO,” Harry screamed. His eyes were glazed over as he slumped onto the pavement, nearly pulling Tonks over with him.
Tonks was finding it difficult to keep her composure. Her mind kept trying to pull her back to visions of Bellatrix. She had met her aunt only once, but the visit had left a lasting impression.
“D-dementors,” Tonks rasped, knowing only one creature was capable of such terrible power. Even Boggarts paled in the face of the misery they spread.
Her hunch was proved correct when seconds later a Dementor swooped into the tunnel from the other end. It slowly floated towards them, seemingly in no hurry to get to its prey.
It wasn’t like the creature needed to chase them down. The aura the dementor radiated filled their minds with the worst memories of their life, nearly crippling them with fear.
Harry was slumped over on the pavement, struggling to overcome the trauma he had suffered in the graveyard and all summer. Nothing he tried could shake the image of Cedric’s vacant gray eyes staring at him from his head.
Tonks wasn’t much better. She was barely upright, her hand trembling violently as she pointed her wand at the dementor.
The dementor continued its inexorable march towards them. Its face was covered with a hood, the hem of its tattered black robes sweeping the road as it floated towards them.
“Deep b-breaths. H-happy memory,” Harry gasped, echoing the advice Remus had given him while teaching him how to fend off a dementor.
Easier said than done but Tonks nodded.
With their lives on the line and facing a fate worse than Death, she didn’t have a choice.
She closed her eyes, steadied her breathing, and forced her mind to concentrate on Harry’s intoxicating scent.
Freshly cut grass. Parchment. Broomhandle Polish.
By the time she opened her eyes, the dementor was just a few feet away from them but she was ready.
She raised her wand and pointed it squarely at the dementor. She kept her mind focused on Harry and the sheer joy she had felt when he asked her to be his girlfriend, using his smell to ground herself to reality.
“EXPECTO PATRONUM.” She watched with wide eyes as a silvery corporeal jackrabbit shot out from the end of her wand and charged at the dementor.
The creature faltered, then halted, a silent scream of terror escaping its mouth as the manifestation of pure joy attacked it. It fled, her patronus chasing it back out of the tunnel.
“That was the strongest one I’ve ever created,” Tonks mumbled as she slowly lowered her wand. She was numb and utterly exhausted. She wondered how Harry would feel about calling off their shopping trip with Hermione and instead snuggling under a mountain of blankets with hot chocolate and their favorite movies for the rest of the day.
“T-two,” Harry rasped, trying to alert Tonks to the fact that they still weren’t out of danger. “There’s two!”
Tonks turned slowly. She was far too slow to intercept the dementor that had snuck up on them from behind. It was upon them before she could react, floating over Harry. A skeletal hand shot out from the folds of its cloak and wrapped around Tonks’ neck, lifting her up in the air. Her wand clattered to the pavement and the shocked girl was defenseless against her attacker.
The dementor pulled her closer, ignoring her futile and desperate kicking. She turned her head in a useless attempt to avoid the inevitable.
The dementor’s kiss. A fate worse than death.
Run, she screamed in her head, hoping Harry would have the good sense to get out while the dementor was occupied with her.
Harry had instead pulled out his wand. Seeing her in danger had cleared his head in an instant and filled him with resolute determination. No one would hurt her while he was around to watch her back.
His hand was shaking as he pointed his wand up at the dementor but his voice was clear when he closed his eyes, focused on the feel of her lips on his, and yelled. “EXPECTO PATRONUM.”
A massive silvery stag shot out of his wand and charged right into the dementor’s chest. Its unearthly shriek echoed around the tunnel as it dropped Tonks onto the pavement. Harry watched with wide eyes as the skeletal hand and then the rest of the dementor’s body crumbled into dust. Soon nothing was left of the creature but a pile of dust and an empty robe which fell to the ground in a heap.
It took Harry a minute to find his voice again. He slowly turned to look at Tonks. She had crawled to the edge of the pavement and was slumped against a wall. Her skin was waxy and she was trembling violently.
“A-are you alright?” Harry asked, his throat dry and itchy.
Tonks nodded. “T-too close.”
Harry crawled over to her and slowly wrapped his arms around her. He gently pulled her into his chest, his hands rubbing her back reassuringly. “It’s over now,” he whispered in a soothing tone. He bent over and kissed her forehead.
His actions were equivalent to a huge bar of chocolate, grounding her to reality and reigniting the flame of life within her that the dementor had nearly snuffed out.
“We can’t stay here,” Tonks murmured. Her voice was still shaky but her training kicked in. They were in an exposed location and neither of them was in a condition to fight if they were attacked again. They needed to go back to the house and use the protection offered by the wards around it to recover.
Harry nodded and helped her to her feet. They weren’t in a condition to walk, but they had little choice in the matter. “Let’s go,” he murmured, leading her back to the relative safety of Number 4, Privet Drive.
Notes:
It's been a year since I started writing. Much like Sports, Writing is something you get better at the more you do it. At first I worked on my Dialog and Characters (and they're still the best part of my stories), then I worked on fight scenes, and now finally, I have improved my physical descriptions which means the steamy scenes just got spicier. If you liked the style in this chapter let me know and I'll be sure to be as detailed in chapters of other stories too! Harry and Tonks make an adorable couple in this story, right?
Comments
Matt
Great story
Nova Sana
The writing was so engrossing I had to reread it with eye towards your post scripted author notes. The dialog and tone of the characters were excellent and the descriptions of their physical interaction was detailed while avoid becoming stilted. The fact that I became lost in the story is the best testament to its quality. Well done!
The most adorable of couples!
J T
This story has me hooked now.
