Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 29

Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can’t control what they do and do not hear. But it’s not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.

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Chapter 29: Slumber Party

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS WORK ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

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“Gyuh!” Daphne gasped, reeling back and clutching her head with a groan. “That felt…weird.”

Across from her, Luna sat with a serene smile on her face as if nothing was wrong, yet the red flush to her ghostly pale cheeks told a different story.

“I found it quite enjoyable.” The younger blonde said happily.

Daphne huffed out a laugh as she continued to rub her temples. “I bet you did. Are you intentionally seeking out our naughty memories now, or is it just pure happenstance?”

Luna hummed and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. Perhaps a mix of both? I do find the sexual acts on display in your memories quite intriguing, but I don’t believe I’m doing anything purposefully to draw them from your mind.”

Daphne rolled her eyes in amusement and glanced to the side where Hermione sat listening with rapt attention. “Anything to add love?’

“Nothing new, I’m afraid.” Hermione sighed. “Her interaction with you produced the same side effects as with me, Susan, and Daphne. We could perhaps try again later with Tonks to cover all areas of inquiry, but I highly suspect the results will be the same.”

Daphne nodded and turned back to the younger blonde. “Guess we’ll call it a day here then. It’s getting late anyway, and I for one could really use a cold shower after that.” Hermione rolled her eyes at the small dirty joke while Luna giggled. As Daphne stood, however, the door to their private dorms suddenly swung open to admit Susan, followed by Harry carrying a small trunk.

“We’re back!” Susan chirped. 

Luna quickly scrambled to her feet. “Oh wonderful! I hope it wasn’t too much of a bother to retrieve my things?”

“Nah, Padma helped gather everything. Just let us know if anything is missing, yeah?” Susan replied while Harry set the girl’s trunk down for her to inspect.

Luna nodded as she shifted from foot to foot. “I must thank you again for letting me stay here. It’s most kind.”

“Luna you don't need to thank us.” Harry smiled.

“Harry’s right Luna–and besides, it’s not like we were using the other bedrooms anyway.” Daphne added.

Luna smiled but still seemed unsure. It seemed as if the younger witch wasn’t used to receiving kindness from others, which was both saddening and infuriating for Daphne all at the same time. Sending a small mental nudge to Susan, Daphne watched as the redhead met her gaze and nodded, a plan to cheer the girl up already forming in their heads. All it took was a quick mental conversation with Hermione, the act taking less than a second, to out the plan into actions.

“You know what you need Luna?” Daphne smirked. “A girl’s night.”

By the way Luna’s face instantly brightened with intrigue, Daphne knew they were on the right track.

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Tonks was a lot of things. A badass. A prodigy auror. And, if she did say so herself, an absolute knockout. What she was not, however, was someone who enjoyed paperwork. Unfortunately, getting yourself assigned as head of a protective detail-slash-coprofessor meant that her relatively manageable load of paperwork was nearly quadrupled. Daily status reports to the head of the DMLE, shift rotation schedules, homework grades, lesson plan submissions, and on and on and on it went. The altercation between the Lovegood girl and Marietta Whats-Her-Face was Tonks’s only excitement of the day! And even then, Harry had managed to handle most of it with Tonks only needed there to–you guessed it–file the damn incident report.

The metamorph groaned and threw down her quill. She’d been at it for nearly four hours now, yet the stack of essays in front of her had somehow only grown since she began. If she had to read one more half-arsed explanation about the bloody origins of the Protego charm, she was going to scream! 

Huffing in annoyance, the pink-haired professor kicked off her shoes and stood. She couldn’t turn in for the night before those essays were done, but she could sure as hell take a break!

Her office was plain but comfortable for the most part. As both she and Hestia shared the space, personal decorations were kept to a minimum. However, the enchanted wine cupboard hidden in the desk drawer was something the two of them had been more than agreeable on. 

Pulling out a bottle at random, Tonks quickly popped the cork and poured herself a very full glass. The first sip forced a moan from her lips as she let the rich tannin-infused liquid soothe the stress of the day. Her first glass was drained quickly enough, and she was well through her second when she felt a familiar presence nearby. With a wave of her hand, the door to her office unlatched, swinging open to reveal her boyfriend.

Harry blinked in surprise before seemingly remembering that their connection made sneaking up on one another nearly impossible.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself, Hot Stuff.” Tonks smiled. “The girls kick you out for their slumber party?”

Harry rolled his eyes and slumped down into the chair across her desk. “How’d you know?”

Tonks responded by tapping the side of her head. “Little Red and the Ice Princess invited me.”

“Guessing by the giant stack of parchment on your desk, you had to decline.” Harry said, looking at the large pile of essays warily.

Tonks nodded with a snort. “Bingo. If I’d known being a professor meant grading this many shoddy papers, I’d have probably cursed Dumbledore silly for even offering me the bloody job.”

“I’d wager you’re not the only professor he’d hired to think that.” Harry laughed. “Cursing the elderly aside, though, I could help grade if you’d like? Seeing how I’ve been kicked out of my own dorm and all.”

Tonks let her shoulder sag with relief, the mountain of papers before her seeming far less daunting now.

“You’re the fucking best.”

Harry shot her a wink as he snatched a stack of essays from the top of the pile and got to work. Tonks giggled and drained the last dredges of her wine before grabbing her own stack, now in a  much better mood than she was before.

With Harry’s help, the task was far easier. His mere presence did wonders for her mood and made the tedious tasks of marking grammar mistakes and incorrect citations almost enjoyable. The time passed with the light scratching of quills and light conversation. Every now and then, they’d stop to stretch their hands or share the occasional joke, before finally, after an hour of grading, the large stack of homework was no more.

“Fuck me!” Tonks groaned. “I thought I’d never finish!”

Harry hummed in agreement as he poured her another glass of wine and one for himself as well before joining her on the small loveseat nestled in the corner of her office. The mauve coloured sofa was another addition she and Hestia picked out together. The rationale being they could use it to take power naps between classes or the occasional night watch. Of course, neither had the bloody time to do so. She and Hestia both constantly swamped with their duties, and it was a wonder Tonks even had time to think, much less sleep. Honestly, the only thing keeping her sane right about now was the knicker-wettingly hot sex she was getting nearly every day. How Hestia was surviving was a wonder to her.

Taking the proffered wine, Tonks hummed in appreciation and leaned into her boyfriend’s side.

“Feel better?” Harry’s voice hummed in her ear.

“Much.” She replied. “You’re a lifesaver Potter. I may just keep you around after all.”

Harry chuckled and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “Glad to hear it.” He said, taking a sip from his own glass. 

Tonks smiled happily before a thought overcame her. The smile on her face twisted into a mischievous smirk as she moved to rub small circles into Harry’s chest.

“You know…” She began. “...I wouldn’t be a very good Professor if I didn’t reward my student for being such a good helper, now would I?” Sitting up, the metamorph sent her boyfriend a pointed look, one he didn’t need to gauge across their connection to understand.

“Oh?” Harry said, raising a brow in faux curiosity even when his eyes danced with amusement. “And just what did you have in mind, professor?”

The way he said ‘professor’ sent a trill of excitement down Tonks’ spine. Without missing a beat the pink-haired witch answered by stradling her boyfriend with her arse planted firmly against his lap. Their lips met not a moment later–soft and sensual against one another as if they were in no rush to deepen the liplock. Harry’s arms came up around her, pulling her in his embrace, which Tonks happily melted into. She mewled against Harry’s lips, unconsciously parting her own to allow his tongue entrance. Harry did so gladly, exploring her mouth at the same leisure pace that their kiss had started.

As enjoyable as the loving kiss was, it had to end sometime. Ever so slowly, a fire had begun to build within both of them. Tonks could feel as it smouldered within her core, growing from a comfortable warmth to a steady heartbeat of desire that pulsed throughout her womanhood. If things kept going as they were Tonks was sure the inferno of passion would fully engulf her, and it wasn’t the time for that just yet.

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Tonks immediately went for the clasp of Harry’s belt.

“What are-”

Tonks shushed him with another kiss, this one hard and demanding before breaking away once more with a look of desire.

“Quiet you. Just relax and enjoy~” She giggled.

With that, Harry’s belt came free. Tonks quickly knelt down to the ground, pulling his trousers down as she went. She was rewarded soon enough as Harry’s cock sprang free from its conton confines, already well on its way to full mast. The metamorph couldn’t help but let out a small groan of desire. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she wrapped one hand around his rapidly inflating shaft. Even after the last few months, she still wasn’t used to the sight of it. Long and wonderfully thick, the sight of Harry’s cock made her body coo with lust. Fuck what she wouldn’t do to have it inside her right then and there…

‘Soon…’ She thought, unintentionally broadcasting her inner thoughts to the entire group. She could feel the rest of the girls' eyes on her in an instant. Daphne looked on with absolute zero shame. Hermione tried to act aloof but made no move to look away, much to Tonks’ amusement. Susan was somewhere between the two, less confident than Daphne, but far more eager than Hermione.

‘Ah ah! You lot have your sleepover and I have mine! So no peeking~!’ She teased along their connection. It was hardly a serious order, though the girls did indeed turn their attention away one by one, with Daphne staying the longest to watch as Tonks wrapped her lips around Harry’s cock and took it fully into her mouth.

Harry groaned and let his head fall back. With barely a few inches in her mouth, Tonks could stillm feel the pleasure she was giving him roll off his mind in waves. It was an addicting sensation, to experience some of what it felt like to have a pairt of velvety lips greedily sucking your cock–if she had a cock that is. It made her wonder what exactly Harry felt whenever one of them messily came around his cock. Did he experience part of their own climax driven from them by his very own cock? She made a mental note to ask him later.

Turning her attention back to the matter at hand, Tonks took him even further into her mouth, revelling in the way his breath hitched as she began to sensually bob her head up and down his entire length, going all the way up to his spongey cock head and the back down to the base of his cock till her nose was pressed against his groin. Merlin she fucking loved being a metamorph! No gag reflex was super useful.

Using her tongue to circle his sensitive glans, Tonks peered up at him with a smoky gaze. She pumped him with her hand lazily, watching as he twitched and groaned from the teasing licks. It was almost as good as watching him cum. The way his face twisted into a look of absolute pleasure and euphoria was something Tonks couldn’t get enough of, a feeling she knew the others shared as well when it came to each other. Fuck–just thinking about it had hert pussy weeping with need. She needed to see it now–to feel his cock pulse between her pouty lips–top taste him on her tongue…

‘Hey Tonks-’ Daphne’s voice sounded in her head.

‘I thought I said scram Greengrass.’ She replied with faux annoyance, taking Harry deep within her throat just to tease the girl.

‘I’m just letting you know-’

‘Nuh uh, blondie! No excuses! Go have your girls’ night and stop being a peeping pervert!’

‘But-’

‘No buts!’ Tonks interrupted, pulling off of Harry with a gasp before diving right back down. His loud groan was exactly what Tonks wanted, and the fact that his hips were already bucking unconsciously, forcing his thick, meaty pole deeper down her throat, signalled that she was getting closer to her goal.

‘I’m going, I’m going! I just thought you’d want to know that-’

Tonks tuned the blonde out. He was close, she could feel it both through their connection and his cock. Using her hand to rapidly stroke the base of his shaft, Tonks bobbed her head rapidly on the first few inches, sucking hard on his tip as Harry gasped with intense pleasure. Fuck yes, he was so close! Just. A. Few. More. Seconds.

Three things happened all at once.

First, Harry groaned out, releasing the first jet of cum directly into Tonks’ mouth. Second, the door to her office swung open and a loud, pretty blondish-brunette witch in auror robes waltzed in. 

“Oi Tonks! You’ll never guess what I managed to snatch from Weasley Twins toda- WHAT THE FUCK?!?”

…And thirdly, Daphne’s voice chimed back into her mind.

‘As I was saying–your classroom ward was triggered about 30 seconds ago. Ta!’

Tonks sighed irritably, her mouth still firmly planted around Harry’s cock while the last of his orgasm pooled on her tongue–all the while her partner, Hestia, stared on in shock clutching a bottle of liquor.

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Andromeda shuffled through the stack of papers one last time before throwing them down with a huff.

“This isn’t a lot to go on Siri!”

Sitting adjacent to her, looking far less guant and in greater health than he had since she last started treating him all those months ago, her cousin sighed in frustration.

“Believe me Andy, I know.” Sirius said. “But it’s all the goblins would give me, and trust me, even that took some bloody badgering.” He said, gesturing to the pitifully small stack of parchment spread out on the dining room table.

Said stack was nothing more than old property tax statements and collateral valuation appraisals from when Black Manor was first built. The address, general location, and even the bloody postcode were stricken from each scrape of parchment. If it weren't for her own memories within the old manor, faded as they were, Andromeda would be hard pressed to believe the bloody estate even existed.

Crossing her arms, the brunette witch shifted in her seat. Being back in Grimmauld Place, redecorated as it may be, unsettled her. She shared not one happy memory with the townhome, and it was almost like she could feel the brick and mortar beneath her feet hissing in rejection, as if she didn’t belong here even now. Sirius may have reversed her banishment and made her a Black once more, but that would not undo the trauma of rejection that’s stewed in her mind for years. She highly doubted that feeling would ever fully leave her.

“You know she visited me once?” Sirius voice broke her from her musings.

Shaking her head, Andromeda turned back to her cousin with a look of confusion.

“What?”

“Narcissa.” Sirius explained. “She visited me once. Years ago. She claimed it was to visit Bellatrix, but I could tell that was a lie. Not even the dementors wanted to visit Bella’s cell.” He chuckled. “I don’t remember much from my time there, but I can still recall her perfectly–standing on the other side of those bars with a look of utter…remorse. I thought she was merely pitying the poor creature I’d been reduced to think, out of disgust, then any real kindness, but now…” He met her gaze, a heavy sadness hanging within. “I think she felt responsible in a way. Not just for my incarceration, but for James and Lily. For the Longbottoms. For every soul torn from this world by the hand of her husband and that monster he followed.”

Andromeda swallowed thickly, Sirius’s words settling horribly in her stomach.

“She did use to always wear her heart on her sleeve when we were kids.” She said.

Sirius laughed humourlessly and nodded. “That she did.” He sighed, looking down at the small stack of papers with an unreadable expression. “I don’t want that to be my last memory of her Andy.”

Silence reigned for a beat.

“Nor do I.”

Yet she couldn’t help but fear that it would be.

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“So lemme get this straight! You-” Hestia pointed towards Tonks. “-are shagging him-” She pointed to Harry. “-but you’re both also shagging three other people?”

She and Harry shared a look before turning back to Hestia.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Tonks replied.

“Ohhh-kay?” Hestia said slowly. “And Scrimgeor knows about all this?”

Tonks nodded. “Scrimgeor and Bonsey both. Don’t worry Hes’, all of this is well above board…for the most part at least.”

Hestia visibly relaxed with a sigh. “Thank fuck! Thought I was about to have to turn in my own bloody partner for a minute! I mean Morgana’s tits Nym, a little warning next time!”

Tonks waved the other woman off while Harry relaxed somewhat as well.

“So you’re okay with our relationship then?” Harry asked.

Hestia shrugged. “As long as old Scrimmy and the Minister are cool with it then I don’t have any issues with you two being together.”

“Thanks Hes’.” Tonks breathed. “Didn’t mean to keep it from you, it’s just that-”

“The less people that know, the better.” Hestia finished. “Hey I get it! What’s your business is your business! I haven’t got my knickers in a twist just cause you didn’t tell me who you were shagging. Granted, it would have made the whole ‘walking in on you blowing your boyfriend’ thing a bit easier.”

Tonks and Harry both laughed at the obvious attempt to lighten the mood as the atmosphere within the office slowly turned more comfortable.

“So!” Hestia began, reaching down to retrieve the quite expensive-looking bottle of whiskey she barged in with earlier. “Seeing how everything’s out in the open now, why don’t we crack this baby open while I squeeze every last juicy detail about your relationship from the two of you.”

Tonks smirked and pulled out three glasses from the hidden cupboard within her desk.

“I think that sounds fantastic!”

The next hour passed with plenty of laughter, stories, and drinks all being shared. Before any of them knew it, the bottle of whiskey had been com,pletely drained and they each had a heavy buzz going.

“Okay but that is so cheating!” Hestia whined. By now they had long moved back to the couch with Tonks sitting comfortably in Harry’s lap while Hestia lounged back beside them. “Do you know how many shitty relationships I could’ve avoided if I could’ve listened to the thoughts in their head?”

Tonks rolled her eyes while Harry chuckled. Somewhere along the line they had explained the nature of their mental bond to Hestia. Tonks trusted her enough to keep the secret. Hestia had always had her back, even when they were in Hogwarts and the girl had yet to let her down. For Harry, that was enough to trust the brunette as well.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” He explained.

Hestia, though, waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. Soul magic and all that. Doesn’t matter! What’s the limit though? Can you see through each other’s eyes? Ooo! What about feeling what the other feels?!”

“Sorta?” Tonks said. “It’s hard to explain. We can’t exactly ‘feel’ what the other feels without concentrating really hard, but if we’re close enough physically, we can get a sort of ghost of a sensation, depending on how open our minds are to each other.”

Hestia nodded along as Tonks spoke. “So if I do this-” She said, reaching forward to squeeze Tonks hand.

“I could feel it, yes.” Harry said.

“That’s wicked!” Hestia cheered. The other witch’s face morphed quickly into a smirk as she turned to Tonks with a teasing glint in her eye. “So that means you can also feel when-” She held up her fingers, motioning her right index finger through a hole made by her other hand.

Tonks snorted and nodded with a roll of her eyes. “Yes, we can feel when the other is shagging someone else. It’s a bit easier to sense what the other girls are feeling since, y’know, same parts and all, but I can also get little bit from Harry as well.”

“No-fucking-way!” Hestia squealed. “That’s somehow brilliant and hot at the same time! And here I was jealous cause I just thought you had a boyfriend with a big cock.”

Tonks joined Hestia’s laughter while Harry blushed and ducked his head. Part of her earlier thoughts resurfaced–her ponderings of how the hell Hestia managed the stress of their job without a source of sexual release like she herself had. A flash of guilt pulsed inside Tonks chest as she realized that even as Hestia sat laughing with them now, her friend was actually a bit jealous that Tonks had someone while Heastia herself was alone.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t had the chance for her own release earlier. Either way, an idea formed in Tonks’ mind as she sat igggling with her friend.

“I could show you how it works if you want.”

Both Harry and Hestia started at her words, the former recovering far more quickly as Tonks transmitted her idea to him through her mind.

“Sorry, what?” Hestia laughed with a not so small note of confusion.

“I said I could show you how it works. The whole ‘feel what the other feels’ thing.”

“I- Wha-” Hestia stuttered, surprise evident on her face. “H-How would we do that?”

“Easy.” Tonks stood without warning and shucked off the top layer of her robes, revealing nothing beneath but a pair of lacey purple knickers. “Take off your clothes. Both of you.” She said, glancing towards Harry. “You can’t shag my boyfriend in your auror robes.”

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Author’s Note

Does this count as a cliffhanger lol? We’ll be picking up this little scene next chapter as well as a continuation of Andromeda’s and Sirius’s search!

Thanks for reading!