Operation Mrs. Potter - One Shot

Summary: After Remus's death at the end of the war, Tonks is set adrift in an emotional upheaval. Needing stability, the metamorph moves in with Teddy's godfather, Harry, to help herself recover during this trying time. However, as time goes on, she realizes more and more just how important Harry has become to hers and Teddy's lives. More than that, she realized just how much she's come to care for Harry and perhaps even love him. What's a world-class auror to do in a situation like this? Why turn it into a mission of course!

Operation Mrs. Potter is a go!

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Operation Mrs. Potter

A/N: This work was commissioned by a patron and all credit for the fic idea goes to them!

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Tonks sighed and stretched her back. It popped and cracked perhaps a bit more than she was comfortable hearing but by god did it feel good. Especially after the day she’s had.

First, Teddy had been up all night fussing about a toothache. To make matters worse his accidental magic had decided to flare up as well so every time she tried to feed him a toddler pain potion he’d wail and transfigure her hair into snakes, or levitate and crawl around on the ceiling. It’d be a cute moment if it wasn’t so exhausting. 

She had spent the next six or so hours scouring over a new case file that she’d been assigned the day before. Some new drug or another on the street that was making waves in Knockturn. Really just another week as an auror, yet this case was proving to be a bit harder to crack than any of her others. No patterns of regular dealers, no signs of a distributor, and the only fucking perps they had to interrogate were borderline useless at best. Just a long line of addicts and repeat offenders whose word was about as worthless as flobberworm slime.

Finally, after an exhausting day stuck behind a desk, she’d come home to Teddy screaming again, and her mother once more making snide comments about her working too late. 

All of this AND she’s barely had two seconds to herself to so much as use the bloody bathroom. At this rate, Tonks swore she’d have gone crazy months ago if not for her nightly glass or two of wine and one other factor.

“Hello hello! Anyone home?” A voice called.

“Speak of the bloody devil.” She muttered to herself with a relieved groan. “In here Harry!”

Harry Potter stepped into the kitchen with a warm smile affixed to his face and those, frankly, far too pretty green eyes sparkling with a cheerfulness that she honestly envied.

“Wotcher.” Tonks greeted with a small smile. “How was Greece?”

Harry shrugged and threw his coat across the counter. “S’alright for the most part. The Vampire Council was agreeable to the concessions, though they did an awful lot of grumbling about it.”
Tonks snorted and moved to put a kettle on. “Doesn’t surprise me. The youngest bloke on that council is, what? Four-hundred something? Bunch of cranky old codgers.”

Harry laughed as he retrieved two mugs from the cupboard, while Tonks maneuvered around him to grab the tea bags. It was a familiar dance for the both of them. One they participated in nearly every night as they chatted about their days and really anything else that caught their fancy. It was a ritual that Tonks looked forward to if she were being honest, a way for her to unwind and relax with a friend.

“What about you? What did you and Teddy get up to while I was gone?”

Tonks groaned and slumped into her chair as Harry poured the tea. “Teddy has had a toothache the last couple of days or so. No thanks to someone sneaking him candy when I’m not looking.” She said with a small glare directed his way. Harry chuckled and rubbed his neck sheepishly but said nothing in response. “Anyway-” Tonks huffed. “Other than that, just this new case Robards assigned me. I read the file so many times today that my bloody head started to spin.”

“Anything I can help with?” He asked as he handed her a cup of steaming tea.

Tonks shook her head. “Nah. I can handle it. I just need one decent night of sleep and I’ll be back to my criminal arse-kicking self come morning.” She took a sip from her mug and moaned audibly. “Fuck me I needed this.”

Harry laughed and sat next to her at the table. His hand fell atop hers and Tonks quickly stamped down the tingles that spread through her chest. Probably just from the tiredness is all…

“How about I stay up and keep an ear out for Teddy then? That way you can get some sleep.” He offered.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that Harry.” She sighed.

He shook his head and smiled. “It’s not a problem. I’ve got plenty of reports to catch up on now that I’m back so I’ll be staying up anyway. Plus I’ve missed my godson.” He chuckled. “Look I’m gonna watch him anyways, you might as well take advantage of that and get some rest Tonks.”

She took a breath and considered his words. It was true she was fucking exhausted. Plus Teddy always did sleep better when Harry was home anyway so any late-night fussiness wouldn’t be too much of a problem for him. But still, part of her would feel bad for agreeing, knowing just how tired he must be from his weekend of traveling.

Before she could think on it any further, the familiar sound of tiny footsteps running through the hall caught both of their attention.

“Mama?” A tiny voice called out. A mop of shiny blue hair peeked out from around the corner. Teddy’s wide eyes spotted her instantly and he let out a small sniffle. Yet his attention soon shifted as soon as he spotted the other occupant in the room. The boy’s quivering lip instantly broke into a wide smile. With a loud squealing laugh, Teddy bolted towards Harry with his arms wide open.

“Oof! Hey there buds. You miss me?” Harry laughed as he caught the young metamorph in his arms.

Teddy babbled excitedly and reached up to pinch Harry’s face. Tonks smiled at the exchange and moved to take him from Harry’s arms.

“C’mon love, let’s get you back to bed.” Tonks laughed. “You and Uncle Harry can play tomorrow.”

Teddy immediately began to squirm and whine as Tonks hoisted him from Harry’s lap. The toddler reached in vain towards Harry.

“No! No!” He squealed.

“Tonks I can take him up.” Harry supplied.

Tonks shook her head. “No, you have work to do like you said. I’ll put him down.”
“NO!” Teddy cried once more. “NO! DADA!”
Tonks froze immediately. Teddy pushed away from her. In her shocked state, she couldn’t stop him as her son pulled away from her arms and raced back towards Harry. 

She watched as Harry picked the blue-haired toddler up hesitantly. Tonks couldn’t hear what Harry was saying to her son. Her heart was pumping too loudly in her ears for his words to reach them. A weight settled on her chest, growing in discomfort with each passing second as the weight of what Teddy said washed over her.

“-onks. Tonks!” 

She sucked in a sharp breath, the discomfort in her chest almost instantly fading away as she snapped out of her reverie.

“S-Sorry, what’d you say?”

Harry gave her a look of quiet concern. Teddy was in his arms again, his tiny head laying peacefully on Harry’s shoulder with a smile on his face.

“I said I’m gonna take him to bed. You need to go lie down.”

“‘M fine-”

“Tonks.” He said firmly. “Go lie down. Please?”

She sighed and gave him a quick nod. Giving Teddy a final kiss goodnight, she turned and made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. The entire way there her body buzzed with a confusing numbness. The shock of Teddy calling Harry dada was… discombobulating, to say the least.

As she turned on the water in her shower, Tonks had a feeling tonight would be even more sleepless than the last.

-

She was more right than she gave herself credit for. Hours after she climbed out of the shower and settled into her bed sleep still eluded her.

Tonks tried everything. A white noise spell, stomaching a prescription-grade dreamless sleep potion, and even counting bloody sheep! Yet nothing worked despite the exhaustion lingering in her bones. Her mind was too clouded by Teddy’s words and there was nothing she could do to make herself forget them.

Well… there was one thing.

But dare she do it? It’d been so long that Tonks honestly wasn’t sure if she knew how anymore. Juggling a career and raising a child never really left her with much free time for most… personal activities. Merlin, she couldn’t even bloody remember the last time she had sex, much less when she last touched herself.

But there was no harm in trying right?

With a bite of her lip, Tonks pushed the cover to the side to reveal her toned supple body. Normally she didn’t sleep nude but the day had taken so much out of her that she couldn’t find the energy to dress herself. Her bare breasts rose and fell with every breath. Even after all these years and having a child they still did not droop or sag in the slightest. Tonks grazed a hand over one of her large globes, shivering as the pad of her thumb brushed over her nipple and sent a tingle of pleasure down her spine. Instantly her nipples began to harden and Tonks could feel a heat stirring in her core.

Huh. She’d forgotten how much she loved her tits to be played with.

With a shaky breath, the metamorph slowly opened her legs wide. Her hairless mound was just barely visible in the moonlight and yet it glistened the slightest bit as her arousal began to seep from her core. One hand stayed where it was, softly pawing at her chest while the other snaked down across her toned stomach and between her thick shapely thighs. Tonks gasped as her fingers brushed lightly against her damp slit. 

She paused momentarily, taking a breath before running a single digit up and down her slit. Tonks whimpered pitifully as a tingling of pleasure pulsed through her cunt at the contact. Yet still it wasn’t enough.

“Oh!” She gasped. Her finger had somehow made its way inside her tingling quim. The lone digit was hilted down an inch or two, but to Tonks it felt like a dozen. With a strangled groan she began to pitch her finger back and forth inside herself. Pleasure like she hadn’t felt in a very long time instantly flooded her veins. Her pussy was drenched within moments like a dam had burst and a river was finally flowing free once more

“Oh yes!” She cried. Her pace increased with every thrust, a second finger was added inside her before long, and soon enough the pink-haired metamorph was rocking her hand back and forth at brazen speeds. The pad of her palm ground against her swollen clit hard with every pump. The hand on her breast had switched from gently pawing to roughly squeezing her tits and pinching her stiffened nipples. 

Fuck it was amazing! She had thought her body incapable of feeling such pleasure after Remus died. Yet here she was, moaning like a schoolgirl slut while her pussy wept with arousal.

The only thing missing now was a man to imagine in her hand’s place. Tonks closed her eyes and bit her lip in thought. Slowly the image of a familiar shadowed figure formed in her mind. She smiled to herself, trying to recall every detail of Remus’s body she could and apply it to this shape. Her pussy twitched in longing and she couldn’t help but move her hand even faster. It was coming, oh yes it was coming. But she just needed a little more. 

The figure that she summoned was above her, rocking his hips back and forth as he pistoned his cock inside her needy cunt. Tonks cried out in ecstasy, her climax drawing ever closer. It wouldn’t be long now, she just needed a little more.

The figure growled and pushed her legs up over his shoulders. His thumb worked her clit relentlessly as he fucked her. Tonks mewled passionately as she tried to form the last of the figure’s features. She wanted to see her husband again while she came, she just needed a little more time. With each second the figure’s face became clearer and clearer and not a moment too soon. She was close, oh god was she fucking close.

She could see him now. His raven-black hair tousled without care. The shining green of his emerald eyes and that oh-so-sexy fucking smirk that hung on his lips when he told a joke.

She spasmed and bucked her hips against the imaginary man’s groin. There was no more holding back. She was cumming. Hard. With a bellowing scream, her inner walls constricted around her fingers and she cried out the man’s name her body so lusted for…

“HARRYYYY!” 

Her body was assaulted with waves and waves of spine-tingling pleasure. Tonks screamed as her back arched and her legs slammed closed around her hand. She thrashed around the bed, riding the waves of her climax blindly before succumbing to the rising tide with a deep and guttural moan.

Bit by bit her orgasm ebbed away, replacing the overwhelming fog of pleasure in her mind with a giddy numbness. She moaned as she unwound her legs and released her hand now covered in her own juices. Tonks stretched her back with a yawn and slumped back down onto her plush mattress. The now satisfied metamorph sighed and closed her eyes with a happy smile plastered on her face.

“Oh fuck me!” She gasped, sitting up quickly. Tonks groaned and threw her head in her hands. “Oh fuck me sideways!”

It wasn’t Remus she imagined atop her, and it most certainly was not Remus’s name that she screamed at the top of her lungs while she came. She just bloody masturbated to the thought of her best friend shagging her rotten. Worse yet, she did so while he was only two rooms away! If it wasn’t for the silencing ward she placed on her bed after taking a shower, Tonks might’ve died right then and there from the embarrassment.

God, if Harry had heard her…

No. She shook that train of thought from her head. He didn’t hear her so that’s the end of that. No need to contemplate just how awkward something could have been. She had enough to worry about now after her little episode. Starting with why the bloody hell she fantasised about Harry of all people!

‘Well, it’s not THAT much of a ridiculous thought.’ Her traitorous mind whispered.

Tonks groaned. As much as she wanted to argue with that thought she couldn’t. It was true after all. Harry was fit enough she supposed… well fit in the sense that if Tonks had went to Hogwarts with him she’d have personally dragged him into every broom cupboard and dark corner in that castle and shagged the life out of him.

Harry was hot, but it was more than that. Tonks knew this “newfound” attraction wasn’t new at all. Harry, in all sense of the word, had been her rock over the last two years. At the end of the war, she’d gone from happily married to widowed with a child from a single spell. She’s not afraid to admit she was a catatonic mess after Remus died, a lot of people were after the war. A lot of people didn’t have Harry though.

He had his own demons after Voldemort’s fall to be sure. Being there for Teddy was his own way of healing, and along the way, he picked up her pieces as well.

Harry was her best friend. Fuck, he was more than that. Harry was the one thing in her life to always be constant, never changing. At work they were partners, working cases and kicking arse. At home they were roommates, caregivers for Teddy, and the closest of friends. And at night… well they were more. Confidants and companions. They shared hopes, dreams, fears, everything really. 

Tonks knew Harry better than Harry knew Harry and vice versa. There were times when they didn’t even need to talk for they both knew what the other was thinking in that very moment. It was special.

It was terrifying.

Tonks had sworn to never love another when Remus died, and yet, what else could she call what she felt for Harry other than love? 

It was not just senseless arousal nor misplaced affection. She wasn’t someone who just fell for every halfway-decent-looking bloke, she had standards dammit! And Harry had met every one of them, surpassed them really. He was kind, charming, selfless, and most of all, he loved Teddy with everything he had. Perhaps, that was why she was so shocked when Teddy called him dada, because it was truer than she was willing to accept, at least in that moment.

No, in her heart of hearts, Tonks knew the truth. She loved Harry Potter.

What could she do though? Was it even right of her to want someone romantically again while Teddy’s so young? She didn’t want her son to forget his father, but part of her felt that was already a foregone conclusion. Teddy certainly had no actual memories of Remus, and aside from a few stories and pictures, he’d never actually know the great man his father was. But he would know Harry. Harry, who in every sense of the word, was Teddy’s chosen father.

Perhaps it wasn’t as complicated as her mind made it out to be. What, in truth, was even stopping her and Harry from becoming romantic anyway?

There was an obvious attraction. Her fantasy a few minutes ago was proof of that, but there was also a moment from a few weeks ago. Harry had accidentally walked in on her getting out of the shower. His beat red face was hilarious of course but Tonks didn’t miss the rather… large tent in his trousers that formed. 

Either he had accidentally cast an engorgio charm at that moment or Harry was packing far more than your average wand.

It wasn’t like there was a girlfriend or partner of sorts she had to worry about. Besides a very brief after-war relationship with Ginny, Harry never showed any interest in dating. Sure, Tonks knew of one or two flings he had with other women, but those were never anything more than one-night stands.

So, the question was, would he even want a relationship with her?

Tonks took a breath and quickly swung herself out of bed. Not even caring for her nakedness as she began to pace the floor.

If she was gonna do this she needed to play this smart, not brashly bumbling into it like her usual go-to style. Harry would need to be coaxed into a relationship. Lured. Seduced. It would take all her tact in order to do so effectively.

Funny enough she was beginning to make it sound like one of her undercover auror operations.

Her legs halted and a smirk formed over her face.

That was it, that’s how she’d handle this. Just like another day at work and she was damn good at her job.

First surveillance. Track the perp down and find out his schedule, interests, and anything else that can be used against him.

That part was easy enough. After all, what didn’t she know about Harry? Still, it wouldn’t hurt to be extra observant over the next few days or so.

Second integration. Get to know the perp and make them know you. If possible force yourself into their lives. Make them see you as a friend, colleague, something more. Anything to lower their guard and become privy to their deepest secrets.

Again, that part was basically done, but Harry only saw her as a friend. She needed to adjust her ‘cover’ so to speak. Make him see her as something more. More than Teddy’s mom, but as the sexy, shaggable MILF she was.

Third and final, the kill. Once everything else is done, you wait and prepare, looking for that perfect moment using all you’ve learned to strike hard and fast at your target’s weakest link.

Tonks smiled and shivered in anticipation, gooseflesh peppering her skin. Oh yes, she could definitely pull this off. She moved her hands down her body with a moan, gasping as her fingers circled her clit once more. Perhaps a bit more… exploring was in order…

Operation Mrs. Potter would commence tomorrow.

-

Tonks awoke the next morning feeling more refreshed than she’d felt in months. The persistent headache that had been her constant companion for who knows how long was gone, and her body practically buzzed with energy.

The slight throb of soreness between her legs wasn’t missed either, but Tonks welcomed the slight ache to her step. It made her feel alive- alive and like a woman again.

After a quick shower, the metamorph threw on some clothes and practically skipped down the stairs. 

As she entered the hallway, the smell of sizzling breakfast met her nose and her stomach growled in response. She hadn’t realized that she’d forgotten to eat last night. It happened from time to time but she was paying for it now.

Throwing open the door, Tonks plastered a bright smile on her face and greeted the two occupants. 

“Good morning loves!”

“Mama!”

“Morning Tonks.”

Tonks swept Teddy from his high chair, placing a firm kiss against the little boy's chubby cheek. Her son giggled and tried to grab a fistful of her bright pink hair but Tonks was too quick. She knew from experience how fascinated Teddy was with hair of all things and the little tyke had a hell of a grip on him.

Placing the babbling baby down into his chair, she swept up behind Harry from where he stood attending to the assortment of foods on the stove and wrapped him in a firm hug.

“Thanks for last night. I really needed that.” She murmured into his back.

Harry stiffened at her touch, a habit from his time at the Dursleys he had told her one night but soon relaxed. She felt him grab one of her interlaced hands and give it a firm squeeze.

“Of course Tonks. Anytime you need a break you just let me know yeah? We’re a team after all.” He replied.

Tonks smiled and untangled herself from his waist, but not before giving him one last squeeze, making sure to pointedly press her large bust into his back for good measure. Baby steps after all.

She sat next to Teddy, watching as her son picked through a bowl of porridge and slices of fruit. She laughed as, instead of eating the gloopy oats, he used them to paint a rather lovely picture of splattered goop across his high chair.

“No no love.” She laughed. “You need to eat your breakfast remember? C’mon say ah and take a bite for mum.”

The metamorph picked up her son’s forgotten spoon and scooped up a small amount of porridge. She weaved the spoon through the air, making somewhat recognizable plane noises with her mouth. Teddy giggled brightly and opened his mouth as instructed, letting Tonks feed him the spoonful of food easily enough.

“Good boy! Think you can take it from here?” She asked the toddler, handing him the spoon with a raised brow.

Teddy grabbed the utensil with glee and began to scoop up his porridge in earnest, his chubby cheeks vibrating as he made his own aeroplane noises before swallowing down the spoonful.

Tonks smiled and gave his cheeks a small pinch. At that moment, a steaming plate of her own was sat in front of her, stacked high with a complete English breakfast. Her mouth watered at the sight of the food and her stomach growled in agreement.

“This looks bloody fantastic wonder boy!” She exclaimed. It was no surprise really, Harry’s food was always fantastic. She’d shag him just for his cooking skills if it meant access to food like this for the rest of her life, fuck all the love nonsense…

Okay perhaps that was a bit too far, but she was fucking famished alright?

Harry sat across from her with a smile. “Glad I could impress. So how’d you sleep? Guessing good by how relaxed you are.”

“Oh like you wouldn’t believe wonder boy.” Tonks smirked knowingly. Harry chuckled in response and the three of them quietly dug in, eating together like a family.

If Tonks had her way, then that would be even more true very, very soon.

-

Step 1: Surveillance

Tonks crept quietly into the room. It had taken her nearly all afternoon but she was finally able to get Teddy down for a nap. Her mum would be by later to babysit while she and Harry went out on a stakeout mission. Meaning tonight would be the perfect night to enact part one of her plan.

The sound of water running filtered in through the cracked bathroom door. Steam seeped into the room and she could just make out the sound of someone humming from within.

Tonks smirked to herself at that. Good, Harry always took long showers so she wasn’t concerned with being disturbed anytime soon. Now for the next part of her plan.

Reaching into her robes, Tonks removed a single nondescript pebble. On the outside, it was just as grey and boring as any other rock, but what really mattered was what was going on inside. 

Layers of charm work weaved into the small pebble, meticulously folded over one another to make it unnoticeable, untraceable, and most importantly, un-fucking-believably cool! It was the pride of the DoM at the moment, a rock that could not only pick up audio conversations but also display and record things in real-time. It was basically one of those bloody awesome tech gadgets that Bond bloke used in every one of his movies except with magic.

She had swiped it from the department’s lockup the day prior. Technically it wasn’t supposed to be used for personal uses but the mission called for it. 

Tonks quickly swept through Harry’s room, searching for the perfect place for her new little friend to rest. Her eyes scanned around. The nightstand? Nah, too obvious. His wardrobe? Too big of a chance he’d find it. Where to put it then?

Tonks hummed before her eyes landed on the perfect spot. Smirking to herself, Tonks skipped over to the windowsill and plopped it into the potted plant that lazed in the sunlight. The enchantments on the stone ensured it could see through anything even potted clay. The position on the windowsill also gave her the perfect vantage point of Harry’s bed as well. Perhaps that part wasn’t necessary but she wasn’t about to miss an opportunity to see wonder boy wanking his cock. Her own imagination could only do so much during her own private moments and she wanted some new material.

With her work done Tonks strained her ears once more. The sound of Harry showering was still going strong and she had yet to hear the ring of a doorbell meaning her mother wasn’t here just yet. She still had a few more minutes then.

Tonks hummed to herself and looked around the room. The stone was all well and good but she wanted to know what exactly turned Harry on. Now if only she knew where a bloke would keep any dirty magazines…

She searched his wardrobe first, pulling draws out and rifling through the folded garments carefully, not wanting to disturb them too much and leave behind any sign that she was there.

The first two drawers proved useless, only containing some socks and boxer shorts. The third, however, was very interesting. There were no nudie mags unfortunately, but there were other things that caught her eye. Particularly the half-dozen or so pairs of different-sized women’s thongs. So Harry liked to collect trophies then? Interesting…

Tonks held one aloft. She studied the lacey maroon material, looking for any sign of who used to own them. Unfortunately, there were no noticeable indicators, just strings of slutty lace and a tiny bow tied to the front. Tonks snorted and threw the pair to the side, rifling around for another pair.

Yet instead of another thong, her fingers instead curled around something hard and leathery hidden towards the bottom. Tonks frowned in confusion and pulled the mysterious object free. Said object was in truth a simple, non-descript notebook of sorts. Maybe Harry’s journal?

Tonks clicked her tongue and flipped the book open, eyes widening in surprise at what she saw. It was definitely not a journal.

Pages upon pages of various photos greeted her- each depicting Harry and a different girl in the throws of some pretty wicked-looking sex. Some Tonks didn’t recognize, others she did.

Romilda Vane was positioned on her back with her legs high in the air while Harry buggered her arsehole, the girl's face screwed into a look of pure, unadulterated, ecstasy. 

Hestia Jones, their co-worker, was hogtied on a bed. Her eyes were blindfolded and her pussy and ass stretched wide by two magical vibrators. Tonks could tell the witch would have been screaming in climax if she could have at that moment, unfortunately though, her mouth was quite full with Harry’s fat cock shoved balls deep inside the blonde’s throat.

“Fuck me.” Tonks muttered as she flipped through more and more pages of various women, all in some of the most depraved and slutty positions Tonks could imagine.

Susan Bones smiled up at the camera with her face covered in cum. Luna Lovegood was hung upside down while Harry devoured her pussy. Even Pansy fucking Parkinson was there! On her hands and knees while Harry pounded into the girl’s bubble butt from behind.

It was shocking, but more so- it was fucking hot.

Tonks took a shuddering breath and shivered. She could feel her womanhood heating up with arousal. Her knickers were already soaked and it took all her willpower not to throw open that bathroom door and shove Harry’s face into her wet pussy. 

‘Not yet.’ A voice whispered in her mind. ‘Have patience.’

Tonks groaned to herself, but unfortunately, she didn’t have time to argue with the voice. The tell-tale sound of faucets being cut off echoed out from the bathroom. Tonks jumped in alarm and, without thinking, stashed the kinky photo album into her robes. She took one last second to ensure all the other drawers were closed before darting from the room. She was barely down the first set of stairs when she heard the bathroom door click shut and Harry’s humming echo down the hall behind her.

She didn’t stop, not until she was safely inside her own room with the door spelled shut. The pink-haired witch let out a panicked breath and allowed her body to relax. There were no shouts of surprise or calls for her name so she was confident she’d gotten away with it.

Tonks giggled in victory as her heart finally calmed. Shucking off her robes, the metamorph pulled out the photo album and settled onto her bed completely nude. Flipping open to a random page she cooed to herself as her fingers began to work her horny cunt with expert movements.

Step one was a success, part two would go into action soon…

…Now if she could only figure out how Lavender Brown was able to bend her legs THAT high over her head…

-

Step 2: Integration

Step one wasn’t just a success, it was a bloody goldmine!

Over the last week, Tonks had been busy studying both the footage her super spy rock was able to capture and the journal she nicked from Harry’s room. From these things she was able to determine three things.

Number 1- Harry was a boob guy. 

Not a surprise there, especially not after seeing some of the pictures in his photo album. Some of the pictures even ended up being magical. She was a bit blown away by just how huge Susan Bones’s rack was. Watching the redhead bounce those giant balloons on Harry’s cock was quite the sight. Harry’s enjoyment was clear as well, if she based it on just how quickly he shot his load all over Susan’s big tits.

His preference for bigger breasts worked in her favour thankfully. She was by no means lacking in the chest department, and even if she was her metamorph abilities would have been able to make up for that. It certainly helped when it came to bra shopping at least. After all, there’s no need for her to look for bras in her size when she can grow from a C-cup to a G in the blink of an eye.

Just to retest things, Tonks looked down at her already ample bust and scrunched her face up in concentration. Within moments, her two round globes increased in almost double their size, pulling the material of her shirt tight and nearly bursting the clasp of her bra. The metamorph smirked in success as she studied the larger additions. From the size of two very large grapefruits to that of a nice firm pair of honeydew melons. Marvellous. She'd probably keep them this size if it weren’t for the back pain.

Smiling, Tonks shucked off her tank top and bra before ruffling around inside a shopping bag for her new purchase.

“Aha!” She exclaimed, pulling free a small plaid bundle.

Said bundle was in fact a very scandalous piece of lingerie she picked up from one of the seedier adult shops off of Broderloin Alley. The shopkeeper was a certified creep that made even her shiver in disgust, but it was the only place she could find that sold what she was looking for. Unfurling the bundle Tonks was greeted with the sight of a pair of frilly black stockings, a super-short plaid mini skirt and accompanying choker in the shape of a tie, and finally, a see-through black mesh blouse that wouldn’t even make it past her sternum.

All in Gryffindor colours of course, as much as that irked her Hufflepuff pride.

Number 2 on her list of useful information - Harry had a slight schoolgirl kink.

She found that little tidbit by complete happenstance. None of the photos had shown her this, mainly because each of the women within them weren’t exactly clothed. Instead, it had been a happy little accident. When their stakeout the other night had proven to be a bust, Tonks had decided to make use of her abilities. The perp they were after was some low-level drug dealer who mainly dealt to underage kids. Under usual circumstances, he wouldn’t be a very high-value target, but they had intel this guy was a trusted friend of a top-level supplier for the new drug going around.

Tonks had set up a sting from there, playing the part of an ickle fifth-year Ravenclaw who wanted to let loose amid a stressful OWL testing season. Long story short they caught the perp, that’s not what's important though. What’s important was Harry’s reaction to her cover beforehand. 

She had been trying on her disguise in the living room, making sure everything fit just right and looked believable. Tonks hadn’t changed her appearance yet, meaning she’d been standing in the living room as her regular bombshell self while dressed head to toe in a bronze and blue Hogwarts uniform.

Harry had walked in right as she was completing the finishing touches (Also known as bent over with her arse in the air while she clasped the buckle of her shoes). The poor bloke had blushed beat red as Tonks laughed herself silly at his reaction, though that didn’t stop her from noticing the way his eyes trailed up and down her form in a very longing manner.

That night she had tuned in to her secret surveillance pebble and watched as Harry stroked himself to completion while he muttered her name. Tonks had never been more horny in her life as she witnessed her love spilling his load with a small moan of her name. Her pussy had practically throbbed in arousal, and she’d barely been satiated with rubbing herself to three screaming orgasms right afterwards.

That led her right into fact Number 3 - Harry definitely wanted her.

Or at least, enough to fantasize about her.

Even after that fantastic showing, he had made no attempt to even flirt with her the tiniest bit. Oh sure they teased each other all the time, but it wasn’t the type of teasing Tonks wanted. 

It wasn’t like Harry didn’t know how to flirt either. She’s seen him chat up plenty of other women, whether intentionally or not. Just last week he had a receptionist in the Department of Magical Transportation nearly ready to suck his cock right then and there in the middle of the lobby with only a few words. Yet not once has he turned that charisma towards her, not even to compliment her arse! She was proud of her arse goddammit!

It was like he put a glass box around her with a giant ‘OFF-LIMITS’ sign attached. Perhaps out of respect for Remus or their friendship. Perhaps even both. Either way, it was frustrating as all hell. She was a damn sexy woman and she wanted to be ogled!

…Fuck she was getting desperate.

But that was the point of today! She would MAKE Harry see her as the beautiful and sexy woman she was! One way or another, Harry won’t be able to be in the same room as her without getting a hard-on by the day's end, she guaranteed it.

Tonks smirked to herself and held the skimpy schoolgirl skirt up to her waist. Now all she needed was the perfect moment.

-

“Bye bye, my love! Have a fun time with Gram-Gram!” Tonks called after her son.

Her mother scoffed as she shifted the squirming toddler in her arms. “For the last time Nymphadora I will not have my grandson call me ‘Gram-Gram’.” She said in disgust.

Tonks snorted and waved her mother off. “That’s the same thing dad’s mom always said about being called ‘Mimi’! I doubt you have much of a choice mum.”

Andromeda rolled her eyes and said a quick goodbye, shuffling into the floo with Teddy babbling excitedly in her arms. With one last wave and a blown kiss towards Teddy, her mother and son were whisked away to the former’s home for their monthly sleepover.

Normally the absence of her son for a night would fill Tonks with a small amount of sadness. She loved her little boy immensely after all! But he was in good hands with her mother, and if things went according to plan tonight? Well then Tonks would be giving the boy what he wanted above all else: Harry as a father.

Tonks hummed to herself and set about her work. Quickly she spread about a case file on the coffee table, along with two chilled glasses of whiskey. Harry would be down any minute to help her fill out his part of the arrest report, and Tonks would be ready for him.

Throwing off her robe, she settled onto the sofa, doing her best to look as innocent as possible. She even picked up a quill and began to scratch a few small sentences for her own report to add to the illusion.

Like clockwork, the tell-tale sounds of Harry’s footsteps echoed down the stairs not even a few moments later. Tonks used all her auror training to suppress the smirk she felt threatening to break free across her face as he strolled into the living room.

“Your mum leave already Ton- Whoa!” Harry exclaimed.

Tonks forced her eyes to remain focused on the parchment. “Yeah, just missed her. She’ll be back with Teddy tomorrow around lunchtime.” Her heart began to beat rapidly against her chest as the feeling of Harry’s eyes burned into her. She prayed to every deity she knew that this wasn’t too much, that she hadn’t gone too far and would scare him off.

“T-Tonks what are you- WHY are you wearing that?!” Harry asked, completely ignoring her words.

This was it, the hook she’d been waiting for. “Hmm? Oh this?” She asked, glancing down at herself. Her heavy tits stood on proud display, barely even concealed by the mesh blouse. The only thing keeping her from being considered ‘fully topless’ were the two X-shaped black nipple pasties over her areolas. The plaid skirt she wore barely went down past her hips and, judging by the draft she felt, did a terrible job of covering up her bare pussy. The black stocking over her legs only added fuel to the fire, by far being the closest thing to ‘clothes’ on her body. “Just threw on something comfortable” She shrugged.

Harry sputtered at her response and Tonks felt a spike of fear stab through her heart. She’d gone too far. Obviously this was too much to throw at him at once, too far from the norm. He would let her down gently she supposed, out of kindness for her feelings. To Tonks that would only make it even worse…

‘Coward.’ A familiar voice hissed in her mind. ‘Accepting defeat like this so easily? I thought you were better than this.’

She was better. What the fuck was she doing? Giving up before even putting up a fight? Fuck that!

Harry was a good bloke, he would never take advantage of a moment like this as his first instinct. She just needed him to abandon that instinct, not an easy thing to accomplish, but doable.

“You just gonna stand there wonder boy or are you gonna sit and have a drink with me?” She mused aloud, still refusing to look towards him.

She heard him muttered something beneath his breath and the familiar sound of footsteps growing closer. The cushion next to her shifted slightly and she could just make out his silhouette in the corner of her eyes sitting on the edge of the couch.

“Tonks what is this?” He asked, voice laced with confusion and a slight tinge of worry.

“Our report? What else would it be?” Tonks laughed. She finally turned her head to look at him. The breath in her lungs caught as she did so. Harry was looking back at her as well, his face screwed up in confusion, but there was something else there…something more… primitive.

It was the ways his eyes would wander just a bit, dipping down to her body before snapping back up. The way his Adam’s apple jostled as he swallowed, or his hands just couldn’t seem to remain still.

It was the way he looked at her, with a smoldering fire behind his eyes like he was just barely holding himself back.

Oh…Oh this could work…

Tonks put a faux look of concern on her face and scooted closer to him. Harry’s face twisted into one of alarm but he made no move to retreat from her.

“You doing okay? You’re looking a little out of it.” She questioned. Tonks reached forward and ran the back of her hand over his forehead with a bite of her bottom lip. “Hmm, no fever. What’s wrong wonder boy?”

“Wrong?” He muttered. “Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m fine! But you-” He cut himself off, eyes roaming down her body quickly before snapping back up to meet hers. “-Why are you dressed like that?”

Tonks pouted and dropped her hand with a ‘hmpf!’ “What? You don’t like it?”

“Like it? I-”

“You know it’s bad form to lie to a girl right Harry?” Tonks said leaning in towards him with a grin.

Harry’s eyes scanned over her again, stopping for a few beats too long at her jutting breasts. “It's…very nice.” He said with a hint of unsureity.

Tonks giggled and leaned in even closer. “I think you mean it makes me look like a needy little schoolgirl slut.”

Harry pulled back nervously as she grew closer and closer. “Well I wouldn’t put it that way…”

“Oh really?” Tonks laughed. “Like you wouldn’t tie Lavender Brown’s legs behind her head and use her asshole as your own personal cum dump hmm? Or how about making the Patil twins kiss each other with mouthfuls of your cum like a pair of Knockturn Alley whores? You wouldn’t do that would you Harry?”

His eyes widened as she detailed each scene. No doubt his mind raced through the possibilities of how exactly she could know these things. By the way the colour drained from his face, his conclusion wasn’t good.

“You found the book.” He murmured.

Tonks smirked and held her tongue between her teeth. “I did.”

“And you dressed like this…”

Tonks leaned in, excitement running through her veins.

“...too chastise me?”

What? “What?!”

Harry winced and backed away. “I get it. Keeping pictures like that was totally inappropriate- Especially when Teddy could have easily found them. I’m really sorry Tonks! I promise I’ll get rid of them. If it helps, I never brought a girl home when you or Teddy were here! I didn’t want to…”

Tonks tuned him out. The blood pumping in her ears was far too loud and all her mental fortitude was solely focused on keeping her breathing under control. Already she could feel her hair morphing, shifting to an angry red as her abilities responded to her turbulent emotions.

He thought she was upset? Upset?! Why in the world would she dress like this if she were upset?! The amount of mental leaps he had to make in order to get to that conclusion must’ve been astronomical! Either that or Harry Potter was the most oblivious son of a bitch on the planet!

“You absolute thick prat!” Tonks screamed.

Harry snapped his mouth shut almost instantly with a look of surprise but Tonks paid him no mind. She was just getting started. The anger coursing through her veins was red hot and there was no cooling it now.

“You think I did all of this-!” She gestured wildly towards her body. “-Because I was peeved about some naughty photos! Morgana’s tits! Why the bloody hell would I do that?! I want you to fuck me genius!”

His eyes flew open even wider and he opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off.

“ZIP IT! You’re done talking mister!” She said, jabbing him pointedly in his chest. “I had this whole bloody thing planned out just for your thick arse to blunder about and wreck everything! Do you know how hard it was to find an outfit like this?! Hmm?!” The metamorph threw her hands up and stood. “Well I’m not about to let it go to waste! C’mon you pratt!”

Before he could protest Tonks grabbed him by the arm and hauled him to his feet. With a slew of muttered curses under her breath, the fiery-haired auror dragged a very confused Harry from the room and up the stairs.

Fuck doing this the subtle way. She was doing it the Tonks way now.

-

Step 3: The Kill

“Tonks wait!” Harry exclaimed from behind her, but she wasn’t listening.

With a growl, the angered metamorph flung open the door to Harry’s room and dragged him inside. The door had barely closed when she rounded on him. Tonks wasted no time, pouncing forward to wrap her arms tight around Harry’s neck and smash her lips against his. The raven-haired wizard sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, his body going shocked still as Tonks kissed him.

The curvy witch moaned in satisfaction as the taste of Harry’s lips met here. She pushed herself harder against his body with a small growl. Harry’s back hit the door with a soft ‘thud’ as Tonks devoured his lips. He only started to kiss her back when she swiped her tongue against his bottom lip with a whimper, seeking entrance into her mouth.

As soon as Harry opened his lips, Tonks jumped at the chance. She forced her tongue into her mouth, smashing it against his own in a flurried fight for dominance.

She was on fire. Every nerve in her body screamed in elation as the reality of the situation finally washed over her. She was kissing Harry! No- She was snogging the dear fucking life out of Harry! She couldn’t help but let out a deep throaty moan as his tongue fought against her own, his lips moving against hers like they were in a dance. The smouldering need in her core was growing by the second and the feeling of his body against hers only helped that fire grow.

Tonks pulled away with a gasp as she felt something hard poke her stomach. Looking down, she was met with a massive tent protruding from Harry’s trousers. Her shock instantly morphed into smug excitement as she glanced back up at Harry with a lecherous smirk.

“That a wand in your pocket Potter, or are you just happy to see me?” She teased.

To her surprise, Harry actually laughed and wrapped her up in a tight hug. Tonks fell into him with a delighted smile, loving the way she felt in his arms. It felt warm- safe- loved.

She looked up, meeting his deep emerald gaze head-on. Not a word passed as they stood there. There wasn’t a need for them. She and Harry already knew each other so well that in that moment, Tonks knew he wanted the same thing she did. Like a magnet drawing the two together, their faces inched closer and closer, until finally, their lips met once more in a much more passionate embrace. 

She whimpered against Harry’s lips as his tented cock was ground into her abdomen. If her pussy was damp before, now it was positively soaked. She felt Harry shudder against her, and the next thing she knew, she was in the air, held aloft by a pair of strong hands planted firmly on her arse. Said hands gave her bum a generous squeeze forcing a gasp from her lips. Before she could come up with a witty retort, she was airborne once more, this time landing on the soft mattress of Harry’s bed.

Harry’s hands settled onto her thighs and he looked down at her with a hungry gaze. Yet he made no move to claim her, to ravish her like she so desperately wanted.

“What’s wrong?” Tonks asked with a frown.

Harry paused a moment as if searching for the words before he spoke. “It’s just- Are you sure?”

Tonks smiled up at him with a small grin. Instead of answering with words, the metamorph slowly spread her legs apart. The material of her mini-skirt hiked up slowly, until her hairless pussy was on full display in all its glory.

Harry made a sound in the back of his throat like a growl. Tonks bit her lip in anticipation, just waiting to see what he would do. 

He didn’t disappoint, sinking slowly to his knees in front of her as he pulled her close by her thighs. Propping herself up on her elbows, Tonks was able to get a full view of Harry pushing his face closer and closer to her quim.

Two emerald orbs peered at her, filled with a spark of something Tonks couldn’t quite describe. She hadn’t the time to ponder it either, as something hot and wet suddenly forced its way between her folds.

“Oh fuck me!” The metamorph gasped.

Her hips spasmed at the sudden flash of pleasure. Harry didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he took her hips smashing against his face as a sign to keep going. Tonks whimpered as his tongue moved teasingly up and down her folds, prodding her entrance and circling torturously around her clit but never taking the full plunge.

“H-Harry-” She gasped. “Please!”

Harry hummed against her cunt, his wonderfully devilish tongue not stopping once as she begged and pleaded for him to give her what she wanted.

“P-please!” She practically sobbed. “I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” His voice rasped.

She nearly groaned at the absence of his tongue but held back. Instead, she nodded fervently, looking down at him with a wild look of need.

“Anything~” She whispered.

Harry’s face morphed into a devilish smirk. Before she could question what he meant by that, his tongue was suddenly on her cunt once more, this time lapping hungrily at her clit with gusto.

Tonks cried out in pleasure. Her pussy clenched hard from the sudden assault and her legs spasmed in surprise. The metamorph cursed loudly as Harry wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking and nipping at the oversensitive bundle of nerves randomly. Her fingers somehow found their way into his hair, and before she knew it her body was moving of its own volition. Through the haze of pleasure, Tonks realized that she had started grading her pussy against Harry’s face, smearing her juices across his face while his tongue battered her sensitive clit. 

It was too much for her. She could feel it. A pressure building in her core, gnawing and growing every second Harry feasted on her cunt. It was too much, far far too much and soon her body wouldn’t be able to handle it.
The gnawing only grew as one of Harry’s fingers prodded her entrance. It swirled around her precious hole, once, twice, but never made the actual plunge. Just as she was about to give up hope that he’d actually do it, his finger dipped down lower. Without warning, said finger was suddenly pushing forward- pushing itself right into her tight, hot asshole.

Tonks threw her head back with a scream. Her pussy gushed in climax, pleasure searing its way through every nerve in her body. She felt Harry’s finger halt inside her backdoor, the rampant clenching of her muscles making her asshole far tight for him to move- A fact he made up for by sucking hard on her oversensitive clit while she came all over his face.

Slowly the stars in her vision began to disappear, leaving her with a chaotic mess of uncomfortably sharp pleasure spiking through her body courtesy of Harry’s tongue. With a gasp she pushed him away, her pussy spasming like electricity was running through it.

“Fuck!” She moaned. “That was- gyah…”

She couldn’t form the words to describe it. Over the past few weeks she’s touched herself many, many times. Every single orgasm paled in comparison to the one she just received, and that was only from his mouth of all things!

Her musings were cut off as a shadow appeared above her. Tonks blinked away the post-orgasm haze and was met with the sight of a very naked Harry Potter standing above her.

“Oh.”

Tonks yelped as Harry suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her roughly by the thighs. His other hand snapped out, pinning her hands together above her head. Harry then pushed her legs up, squashing the back of her thighs against her breasts. The cool night air tickled her fully exposed holes causing a small shiver to race down her spine. 

Never before had she felt so vulnerable. In that moment she was completely defenseless and at the whims of the man above her. She looked up at Harry with a small amount of trepidation. With his chiseled body boring down above her and his thick, veiny cock poised at her entrance, Tonks decided in that moment that, vulnerable or not, there was no place she’d rather be.

Harry needed no invitation or consent from her, nor did he care if she gave it. Tonks watched with wide eyes, sucking in a sharp breath as his engorged cock-head sank forward and split her pussy lips apart.

The feeling was indescribable. Tonks fell back against the bed with a near-silent moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in abject passion. She could feel as her inner walls were stretched to their limit. With each inch he pushed inside, she could feel the breath being driven from her body. Her poor little pussy had never been so full in her life!

To her shame, she couldn’t help but compare Harry to Remus. Her late husband had been a wonderful lover. Tonks never had a single complaint about their time in bed together and he had certainly never left her wanting. But by god did Harry blow all of those experiences out of the water with just a single thrust! It felt as if she would be split in two and she was a bloody metamorph for Merlin’s sake! She could stretch her cunt further apart with no pain or discomfort, yet Harry’s cock was somehow reaching parts of her she didn’t even know could be reached!

Her body writhed under him but his grip was too strong for her to break free. Tonks was forced to instead spasm against his hold with sharp panting moans as Harry began to saw in and out of her tight cunt. Every thrust was like a battering ram to her g-spot. He had barely started to move and yet Tonks could feel her toes already curling and a tight ball of heat slowly build in her core. God his cock was practically reshaping her pussy! 

Above her, Harry grunted and increased his pace. His hips smashed into hers with a loud ‘SQUELCH!’ as more and more of her juices seeped from her folds. Repositioning, Harry let her legs fall against his shoulders, allowing her to suck in a much-needed breath. Now free, his hand that wasn’t pinning her wrists slid up her bare ribs and rested just below the cusp of her right breast. Tonks moaned aloud as he gave her jostling tit a firm squeeze. The sensation sent a trill up her spine and caused her nipples to harden underneath the black pasties.

“I’ve always wanted to play with your tits.” Harry smirked.

Tonks wanted to reply with her own lecherous reply, but at that moment her pussy was far too close to spasming in orgasm once more for her to form any words. Instead she just mewled pitifully as his cock continued to ravage her poor cunt. The only thing that could make this better would be-

“FUCK!” Tonks cried. 

While she was distracted, Harry’s hand, which had still been playing with her jiggling tits, had raised high in the air and rained down a firm slap across one of her fleshy globes. The pain from the slap was far outweighed by the sheer erotic pleasure that assaulted her nerves, sending her spiraling over the edge as she came for the second time.

As her pussy tightened and spasmed around him, Harry’s soon hips became jagged and wild with their thrusts. His breath came out in short, quiet pants as he fucked her cumming pussy, and as she felt him swell inside of her, Tonks knew what was coming, or who for that matter.

“God…” Harry groaned above her as his hips slammed forward, hilting his cock deep inside her abused pussy.

Warmth flooded her twitching womb. Tonks moaned appreciatively as the feeling of his hot sticky cum coated her inner walls. Without even seeing it she knew that it was a huge load he just deposited inside her. She would probably be leaking cum for weeks after this!

A few moments passed and the pulsing of his cock subsided. Tonks sighed happily. Opening her eyes she was met with the endless emerald ocean of Harry’s own. She smiled then leaned up and placed a lingering kiss on his lips.

“That was fantastic.” She murmured.

Harry chuckled against her lips and pulled back. “Was?”

Tonks furrowed her brow in confusion, a look that was almost immediately knocked off her face as she was forcibly flipped over on her stomach without warning. Her squeal of surprise was cut off as two hands roughly grabbed her by the arse and spread her curvy cheeks apart. Something wet and warm trailed between her voluptuous arsecheeks, circling the rim of her arsehole once, twice, three times, leaving behind a thick layer of saliva. Just as fast as it came, it disappeared, replaced instead with a rather thick and hard object that poked at the entrance of her backdoor.

“W-what are you doing?” She asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Harry chuckled into her ear, his hot breath tickling the soft flesh of her earlobe while one of his hands came to rest lightly around her throat.

“You did tell me you’d do anything. I want you to take my cock up your arse now.” He whispered. Tonks gasped as a hard slap landed upon her rear following his words. The sheer perverseness of the situation had her pussy weeping with arousal. With a moan she threw a glance over her shoulder and pressed her arse against his cock.

“Well then what are you waiting for hot stuff? Bugger me already~”

Harry shot back a predatory smirk. With a slam of his hips forward, his large veiny cock pushed its way into her sweltering arsehold.

Thanks to her abilities, Tonks was spared a large majority of the pain, though she did let herself feel some of it. The scream that was torn from her throat no doubt shook every window in 12 Grimmauld Place. Her mind practically went blank as Harry bottomed out inside her derriere. The overwhelming pleasure already triggered another orgasm and her pussy gushed with a combination of her juices and Harry’s hot sticky cum.

 She didn’t know when Harry started to thrust inside her arsehole, nor for how long. It could have been for just a few moments or for years. All Tonks knew was that her vision was spotty at best and a vibrating numbness had washed over her body and blanketed her mind. She could only lay there, floating in and out of consciousness as her new lover used her arsehole like his own personal cock sleeve. 

When Harry finally stilled above her with a groin and she felt her bowels fill with his cum, Tonks was ready to pass out right then and there. Yet it was not to be. Only a few moments passed before she felt Harry shift again, his cock pulling free of her gaping back door before plunging into her soaking wet pussy. She collapsed face first into the mattress with a whimpering moan. What had she gotten herself into?

-

10 Years Later…

Nymphadora Potter groaned and stretched her back. A satisfying pop released the pressure from her aching spine and the buxom witch sighed happily in relief. Slumping back onto the couch cushion, she rested a hand on her large round belly.

“You’re killing mummy’s back darling.” She muttered to the fetus in her womb. “None of your siblings gave me this much trouble, not even James.” 

“Are you chastising our baby again love?” A voice said, entering from behind her chair.

Tonks, now referred to as ‘Dora’ by her loved ones, craned her neck back to level her husband with a glare. “Be glad its not you I’m chastising Potter considering you’re the reason I’m in this mess.”

Harry snorted and settled into the seat beside her. “I seem to remember making a baby being a two-person job darling. Or do you not recall your very loud please for me to, quote, ‘breed’ you?”

Tonks huffed and leaned into his side. “Yeah well- Still your fault.”

Harry laughed and rubbed small circles in her aching back. Dora sighed happily, leaning even deeper into him until she was practically curled up on his lap. After 10 years of marriage, three kids, and a whole lot of practice exploring each other’s bodies, Harry knew just the way to touch her to have her purring like a kitten.

“Forgive me. How could I possibly make this up to you?” He said with a laugh.

Tonks giggled and let his wondrous hands continue their work on her back.  If it wasn’t for her very pregnant state at the moment, she’d probably straddle his cock right then and there for doing such a good job on her knots. Though she supposed there were always other ways…

Tonks smirked and raked a hand over her husband’s clothed crotch. “I may have an idea or two.”

Harry gasped under her touch and tried to bat her hand away. “Love the kids-”
“Teddy’s at Hogwarts, Andy is out at a friend’s house, and James is napping. I dare say we’re all alone Mr. Potter.” She purred as she slowly unzipped his trousers.

Harry relaxed at her words and allowed her to finish fishing out his rapidly hardening cock. “Well then I’m all yours Mrs. Potter.”

Tonks smirked and wrapped her pouty lips around her husband's thick cock with a moan. He definitely was all hers, now and for the rest of their lives.

It’s safe to say that Operation Mrs. Potter was a tremendous success…