Harry & Tonks

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Harry Potter was absolutely knackered when he trudged through the front door of Number 4 Privet Drive. Proper fucking exhausted, if he was being honest. He'd been laying bricks since six that morning in the blazing heat, his work boots caked with dried cement, his shirt was soaked with sweat, and his back felt like someone had taken a cricket bat to it. But the job paid decent money and kept him busy enough not to think about what he'd lost.

It turned out all that magic Harry thought belonged to him had actually been Voldemort's soul fragment living rent-free in his head. Just like his Parseltongue ability. The moment that bastard died, Harry had lost the ability to so much as light a bloody candle without matches. Every spell, every bit of wandwork, every scrap of magical talent Harry thought was his had belonged to Tom Riddle all along. Seventeen years of being the famous Boy-Who-Lived, and it turned out he'd been a Squib from birth, just like old Mrs. Figg down the road.

Number 4 Privet Drive looked exactly the same as it always had. A neat little suburban house with its perfectly manicured lawn and immaculate flower beds; an exact replica mirroring the houses next to it, stretching down the street in neat, orderly rows. But inside, Harry had filled it with all the "freakish" things his relatives had despised. Wizard photographs moved and waved from the mantelpiece, a magical clock ticked loudly in the hallway showing where everyone was instead of the time, and books on Defense Against the Dark Arts sat openly on the coffee table next to his lunch sandwiches.

The house was dead quiet when he pushed through the front door. All he wanted was a hot shower and a cold butterbeer. He eased off his boots gently and left them at the door. The silence told him Tonks was probably trying to get little Teddy down for the night and he didn't want to wake his godson, or piss off Tonks by tromping through the house like a Hippogriff.

Nymphadora Tonks. Even thinking her full name made him grin, knowing how much she hated it. She'd been living here for three weeks now, ever since some anti-werewolf nutters had vandalized her mum's place with "WEREWOLF LOVER" painted across the front door in what the Aurors reckoned was actual blood. Andromeda was camping out there now, hoping the bastards would come back so she could have what she called "a proper conversation" with them.

Harry had winced when Tonks told him that bit. Andromeda might not be as completely mental as her sisters Narcissa or Bellatrix, but she was still a Black sister through and through, and could be right violent when someone crossed her. Those vandals had no idea what they'd stirred up.

"About bloody time," came a mutter from the direction of the kitchen, followed by the sound of bare feet on cold tiles.

Tonks appeared in the doorway looking absolutely shattered. She had dark circles under her eyes and that particular look of exhaustion that only came from dealing with a fussy baby for hours on end. Her bubblegum pink hair was pulled back in a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face and she was wearing one of his old Quidditch jersey's from Hogwarts that barely covered her ass and a pair of thick wool socks.

Harry tried not to stare, but bloody hell, it was difficult. Even frumpy and tired, Tonks was beautiful. She always had been, really, even back he was just some skinny teenager and she was the cool older Auror who could change her face. Now that he was eighteen, and she was living in his spare room looking all rumpled and domestic, it was becoming a serious fucking problem.

"Rough day?" Harry asked, though it was obvious from the state of her.

"Teddy's been an absolute nightmare," she said, automatically moving to help him out of his jacket. "I swear he just knows when I'm desperate for sleep and decides that's the perfect time to have a screaming fit."

Harry glanced toward the stairs, listening for any sounds of stirring. "He finally crashed then?"

"For now." Tonks rubbed her face with both hands, which made his jersey ride up and show more of her smooth, pale thighs that Harry had to force himself not to stare at. He caught a glimpse of dark purple knickers before managing to drag his eyes back to her face.

"Mum sent another owl this morning," she continued, padding back toward the kitchen with Harry following. "The bastards came back last night. They spray-painted 'MONSTER BABY' across the garden gate this time. She's absolutely livid."

"Fucking hell," Harry muttered. "She catch any of them?"

"Not yet, but she's got the Minstiry permission to put up wards now, Proper nasty ones, knowing Mum." Tonks turned back to face him, leaning against the kitchen counter. "She said to tell you thanks again for letting us stay. I know it was kind of mad, turning up on your doorstep with a screaming baby and nowhere else to go."

"Don't be daft," Harry said, meaning it. "You and Teddy are family. Always will be."

The word 'family' seemed to hit her wrong, because her face crumpled a bit. Tonks had been doing better lately. She wasn't crying every time someone mentioned Remus, but she still had moments where the grief caught up with her.

"How are you holding up?" Harry asked, moving closer without really thinking about it. "Really?"

"I don't know," she admitted quietly, her voice going a bit wobbly. "Some days I wake up and forget he's gone, you know? Like I expect him to be there making breakfast or reading to Teddy, doing all those domestic things he was so bloody good at." She paused, swallowing hard. "Then I remember, and it's like losing him all over again."

"Come here," Harry said, reaching out and squeezing her shoulder.

Tonks didn't need telling twice. She practically fell against his chest, all soft curves and warm skin pressed up against him. Harry wrapped his arms around her properly, one hand settling between her shoulder blades, the other at the small of her back. She was smaller than he remembered, or maybe he'd just gotten bigger. All that hauling bricks and mixing concrete had packed serious muscle onto his frame.

Harry started rubbing slow circles on her back. "It's alright," he whispered into her bubblegum pink hair. "Teddy's finally asleep, yeah? You can have a breather."

"Thanks for this, Harry," she mumbled against his chest, her breath warm through the thin cotton of his shirt. "Really. I don't know what I'd do without you."

They stood there for a bit, Harry's work-roughened hands moving in steady strokes up and down her spine. Merlin, she wasn't wearing a bra. He could feel it in the way her tits were pressed soft and full against his chest and the way the thin cotton was the only thing between his palms and her bare skin

Then, Harry felt something esle. Something warm and wet spreading across his chest, soaking right through his shirt and onto his skin underneath. He glanced down and saw two dark patches spreading across Tonks's borrowed Quidditch jersey, the fabric going transparent where it clung to her breasts. Harry could see everything. The dark outline of her nipples, the full curve of her chest heavy with milk.

Harry's brain went completely blank before he realized what was happening.

Tonks was leaking milk.

"Shit!" she gasped, looking down at herself in horror. She tried to step back but Harry kept his arms around her. "Fucking hell, I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm leaking all over you."

The wet jersey was practically see-through now, clinging to every curve. Harry tried to keep his expression neutral, but his cock gave an interested twitch.

"Don't worry about it," he said, his voice coming out rougher than he meant. "Just biology, innit?"

But Tonks looked mortified, milk still seeping through the thin fabric. "This has been happening all day. The healers at St. Mungo's said I might be getting backed up. Teddy's been too fussy to feed properly lately and sometimes I can't get enough out, and then this happens."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Muggles have these things called breast pumps. One of those might help."

Tonks blinked at him. "Breast pumps?"

"Little machines designed specifically for... well, for exactly what you need." Harry could feel his face heating up explaining it. "Probably work a damn sight better than trying to do it by hand."

Tonks's eyes lit up like he'd just told her Christmas had come early. "That sounds perfect! Where do you get them?"

Harry glanced at his watch and clicked his tongue. "The stores will be closed now." He looked back at her, taking in how uncomfortable she looked, the way she kept shifting. "First thing tomorrow morning I'll pick one up? Soon as they open."

"Right," Tonks said, looking relieved just knowing there was a proper solution. "Tomorrow then."

“What are you doing till then?” Harry asked.

Tonks ran a hand through her hair. ”I’Il have to hand express a bit and hope it’s enough till he wakes up again. And hope I don’t get a clogged duct.”

"It's when the milk gets blocked up. It hurts like hell and can be serious if it's not sorted." She was practically squirming now, clearly mortified at having to explain. "I've been trying to deal with it myself, but my tits feel like they're about to explode."

"There's got to be something we can do," Harry said, his eyes drawn to her chest.

Now that Tonks had mentioned it, he could see what she meant. His old Quidditch shirt was pulled tight across her chest, the fabric straining to hold tits that did look fuller and heavier than he remembered.

"You can't unless you want to—" Her eyes went wide as she caught herself and realized what she'd almost said.

"Unless I what?" Harry asked, though he had a pretty good idea where this was heading.

"Unless you..." Tonks trailed off, shaking her head and looking mortified. "Forget I said anything. It's stupid."

“Unless I suck them,” Harry finished the thought for her as his mouth watered.

It made perfect sense, didn't it? Little Teddy wasn't awake to feed, and Tonks couldn't suck her own tits, but Harry could. He hadn't thought about it until it nearly slipped from her mouth, but now it was all he could think about.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Tonks was staring at him, her cheeks flushed pink, breathing faster than normal.

"Suck them?" Her voice was soft and uncertain.

Harry nodded, trying to keep his expression casual even though his pulse was racing. "It's just to help you out, isn't it?"

"Help me out, yeah," Tonks said, absentmindedly.

Harry's eyes flicked down to her chest, then back up to her face. "Let me help."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Let me help you, Tonks."

She drew in a shaky breath, then nodded. "Okay."

They made their way to the sitting room that was in a right state. There were baby toys everywhere, empty bottles on his favorite armchair, one of little Teddy's bibs draped over the telly.

"Sorry," Tonks apologized as Harry brushed a few toys off the sofa and sat down.

"Don't worry about it," Harry said. The house looked properly lived-in for the first time since he'd bought the place, and he didn't mind the mess.

"Right," Tonks said, her voice barely above a whisper. reached for the hem of his old jersey, hesitating for a moment before slowly pulling it up her body.

Harry watched, completely transfixed. Underneath the baggy shirt, she was wearing a pair of knickers and nothing else. Harry's cock jumped at the sight, and he opened his legs further so it wasn't so obvious. He wasn't sure how Tonks would react if she saw the bulge.

Tonks pulled the borrowed jersey over her head and let it drop to the floor. Her tits jiggled as her arms dropped back to her sides.

Harry couldn't help the low sound that escaped his throat.

Bloody fucking hell.

Her tits were absolutely enormous. Massive, heavy, perfect globes that hung from her chest like ripe fruit, easily the size of his head each. They were pale with blue veins visible underneath. Her nipples were dark pink and swollen, already hard from the cool air and leaking tiny drops of milk that ran down the soft curves of her belly.

Harry had to grip the sofa cushions to keep from reaching out immediately. He wasn’t sure how he expected Tonks's body to look after she had just had a baby eight months ago, but something out of a wet dream wasn’t it.

"You don't have to make them bigger for me," he said, assuming she had made them larger to make it easier for him.

Tonks went even redder, if that was possible. "I... these are my normal size, Harry."

Harry's eyes snapped up to her face. "What?"

"I usually make them smaller during the day," she mumbled, clearly mortified. "My back kills me otherwise. But I have to keep them natural when I'm feeding Teddy, and today they've been so full and sore..." She moved to cover herself with her hands. "I know they're ridiculous. Like bloody watermelons."

"Don't," Harry said quickly, reaching out to catch her wrists. His face was closer to her tits than before and his cock was hard as steel, throbbing for release. "Don't cover them up."

"They're too big," Tonks protested weakly.

"They're perfect," Harry said, and he meant every word. He'd thought she was beautiful before, but this was something else entirely. This was Tonks completely natural, no morphing or changing to fit what she thought people wanted to see. This was just her, and she was absolutely fucking gorgeous.

He let go of her wrist, and she dropped her arms back to her side. Harry wet his dry lips and moved his cock to a more comfortable position to relieve some pressure. He didn’t care if Tonks saw how she affected him. How else should a man react to a beautiful naked body before him?

"These are really your normal size?"

She nodded miserably. "Always have been. Mum says it's a Black family trait. All the women are built like this. I've been shrinking them since I was fourteen because boys couldn't stop staring."

"Can you blame them?" Harry asked, drinking in the sight of those magnificent tits. "These are incredible, Tonks. You're incredible."

"You really think so?"

"I know so," Harry promised. "Now, how do you want to do this?” he asked, looking up at her. He was struggling not to reach out and grab a handful.

Tonks bit her lip, clearly nervous. “Umm. I guess I can get closer, and you just... suck.”

She put her hands on his shoulders and stepped between his open legs. "Is this alright?"

Harry nodded, not trusting his voice. Tonks tits were right there, close enough that he could lean forward and... He swallowed hard.

"Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop."

"Okay," Tonks whispered.

Harry reached out slowly, placing one hand on her waist. Tonks jumped slightly at the contact, but didn't pull away. Her skin was warm and soft under his palm, and Harry could feel her trembling slightly. He slid his hand up to cup the underside of her breast, marveling at the weight of it, and watched goosebumps break out across her skin.

Tonks chest was rising and falling rapidly now, and when Harry looked up at her face, her eyes were dark and fixed on his.

"Ready?" he asked quietly.

"Just... start gentle?" she said, looking vulnerable in a way that made his chest tight. "They're really sensitive right now."

Harry nodded, leaning forward slowly. He dragged his tongue across her swollen nipple once, tasting the sweetness of her milk, before taking it into his mouth and giving it a gentle suck.

“Oh!” Tonks moaned, clutching his shoulders, nails digging in. She jolted at the sensation, but when Harry started to pull back, she shook her head quickly. “No—don’t stop. It just feels… different. I wasn’t expecting it.”

Harry pulled her nipple further into his mouth, giving it a strong suck, and she flinched again. A small moan was audible under her breath as she stepped closer, pushing her tits further into his face.

“Keep going,” she encouraged breathlessly. "Don't stop."

Harry couldn't have stopped if his life depended on it. He gave a few more pulls before the first splash of sweetness hit his tongue. He jerked, not expecting, and Tonks moaned again. Her hands came up to tangle in his dark hair, holding him to her breast. Harry moved his other hand to her lower back, keeping her tight against him as he sucked from her. His eyes squeezed shut as he took gulps of her milk, it was unlike anything else he'd tasted, and he never wanted it to end.

"Oh fuck," Tonks grunted, her grip on his hair tightening, and he opened his eyes to see her thighs rubbing together. Was this turning her on?

He squeezed her breast tighter and dropped his hand to her arse, pulling her closer, and he swallowed more of her milky goodness. She complied quickly, her head thrown back as she tried to keep her whimpers down with each suck. His fingers dug hard into the flesh of her arse as he played with the lines of her underwear.

Harry was so fucking horny from feasting on Tonks's massive tits, and she was responding just as much as he was. He wondered how far he could take this.

"Should I switch?" he asked, popping off her nipple and watching as some of her milk leaked from it. His thumb rubbed at it, spreading it around her hardened bud.

"Yes," Tonks groaned.

Harry moved back slightly, pulling her with him so she was forced to straddle his lap as he sat on one of the kitchen chairs. She yelped, looking at him in shock as she followed him down. The heat from her pussy was pressing against his hard cock through his work jeans, and he had to stop himself from thrusting up into her.

"Lift up a bit so your tits are level with my mouth," he said, tapping her arse.

She fixed herself, and Harry immediately missed the warmth of her cunt, but he needed to finish draining her swollen tits. He squeezed her other breast, leaning forward and latching on with hard sucks. He was more comfortable this time, knowing how to get her milk flowing.

Tonks let out a shaky sigh of relief as he began to drink from her again.

"Better?" Harry asked, pulling back just long enough to speak.

"So much better," she breathed, her voice thick with something that wasn't just relief. "I didn't realize how much they were hurting until you... oh, Harry."

Harry was hesitant as he continued to drink from her, knowing what he wanted to do next but unsure how she would react. He rested his hand on the outside of her thigh for a few minutes as he swallowed down her sweetness, then slowly moved his hand to the inside so as not to alarm her.

Tonks had one hand in his hair and the other on the back of the couch as if to hold herself up. Harry traced his fingers up her thigh, and quickly swiped against her pussy through her panties. She gasped, her legs trembling slightly.

His heart pounded as he took deep pulls from her nipple, relishing the taste filling his mouth. Her milk was incredible. Warm and sweet and creamy. Harry could have gotten drunk on the taste, on the feel of her heavy breast in his hands, on the way she was trembling above him. But he needed to know if this affected her as much as him. As he rubbed his fingers against her pussy again, the lacy material was sticking to her skin as he pushed against her hole. Fuck, she was wet. But how wet?

"Accio wand," Tonks whispered suddenly.

Her wand flew to her hand from somewhere in the sitting room, and she quickly cast a quiet scouring charm on his fingers before vanishing the wand again.

Harry switched back to the other breast. At the same time he pulled that sensitive swollen bud into his mouth, he pushed her panties to the side and shoved his middle finger into Tonks's cunt.

"Harry!" Tonks cried out, her hips rocking forward. She was fucking soaked. Her juices were smearing all over his knuckles.

Harry pulled out, gathered some up, and moved to rub at her clit.

"Ngh," she grunted, her breathing labored as he worked her pussy. He shifted his hand and pushed two fingers back into her, leaving his thumb to rub at her swollen nub. He pumped in and out a few times, her pussy so fucking tight, unwilling to let go of his fingers every time he tried to pull out. She was close.

Harry moved to switch back to the other breast. She was rocking with his hand, helping him finger fuck her.

"Feed me your tits," he said, his eyes flashing up at her. She let go of his hair and the couch, grabbing her tit with both hands, lining it up with his mouth.

"Oh Merlin!" she moaned, humping his hand faster, "Please. Please. I'm going to cum!"

Harry's cock jumped at her moans. He wanted to be balls deep inside her the next time she pleaded like that.

He leaned his head back, staring at her flushed face. Pieces of pink hair stuck to her forehead as she grabbed her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples. Milk squirted from them, and he was torn between staring at it or where his fingers were buried.

"Cum for me," he groaned, pumping faster and pressing his thumb down harder, "cum all over my hand."

"Ohmygod. Oh fuck!"

Tonks threw her head back and wailed, her whole body convulsing as she came apart in his arms. Her cunt clenched and spasmed so hard on his fingers that he was afraid she would break them. Harry held her through it, still feeding from her tits as she rode out her climax, milk flowing into his mouth as she trembled and shook above him.

When she finally stilled, his hand slipped out and Harry released her nipple, looking up at her. Tonks was panting, her face flushed, her eyes glazed and unfocused while her hair cycled through colors as she lost control of her morphing abilities. Pink to purple to bright blue and back again. Milk was still leaking from both her swollen nipples, running down her heaving chest in white rivulets.

"Bloody hell," she whispered before she collapsed onto his lap.

Harry brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her. It wasn't as sweet as her milk, but he knew he would drink her cum from the source soon enough. She moaned as she watched him suck her juices off his hand. She shifted her hips, rubbing against his erection, and he hissed.

Tonks looked down at the massive bulge straining against his work jeans with wide eyes as she took in just how hard and thick he'd gotten from feeding on her.

"Mmm, Harry," she breathed, licking her lips unconsciously. "Look what I've done to you."

She climbed off his lap and dropped to her knees on the carpet between his spread legs, her hands immediately going to his belt buckle with single-minded determination. "Let me take care of that for you."

Harry lifted his hips to help her yank his jeans and boxers down in one go, his massive cock springing free and slapping against his stomach with a wet sound. It was thick and hard as steel, easily eight inches with a swollen purple head already weeping pre-cum in thick drops.

"Fucking hell," Tonks breathed, staring at his enormous erection like she'd never seen anything like it. Her small hand could barely wrap around the thick shaft. "When did you get so bloody huge?"

"No more talking…" Harry managed through gritted teeth, his voice strained as she gave his cock a few experimental strokes. He tangled his fingers in her color-changing hair, guiding her closer to his throbbing cock. The pink had settled back to her natural mouse brown.

Tonks laughed, low and dirty. "I couldn't agree more." She leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock from base to tip, making Harry's hips jerk.

"Fuck," he groaned.

"That's the idea," Tonks said with a wicked grin, then took the head of his cock into her mouth.

The moment her hot, wet mouth made contact, he groaned deep in his chest and pushed deeper. It had been a while since something other than his hand had touched it. She moaned and pulled more of it into her mouth, giving a quick suck.

"That's it," he grunted, watching her lips stretch obscenely around his thick shaft. "Take more of it."

Tonks gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his size, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she seemed to get more turned on as he used her mouth.

"Good girl," Harry growled, starting to move his hips in shallow thrusts. "Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock in that pretty mouth."

He could see her thighs pressing together as she knelt there between his legs, could tell she was getting off on being used like this. Her massive tits swayed with each thrust of his hips, milk still dripping from her nipples onto the carpet.

"Deeper," Harry pushed her head down until she gagged and choked around his thick cock. "I want to feel that throat."

Tears were streaming down her face now, but she was moaning around his shaft like a proper slut. Harry gave her a few slow thrusts, pulling out completely and letting her breathe. The next time she lined up his cock to her lips, he plunged forward. His balls drew up to his body at the sound of her gag. He pulled out halfway before thrusting hard back into her throat. Her fingers were digging into his legs, and he looked down, grunting at the tears flowing down her face.

"God damn," he gritted out. She was so fucking beautiful. He started pounding into her, savoring the clench of her throat every time he hit the back of it. He only needed a few more thrusts.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," he warned her, his thrusts getting more erratic. "And you're going to swallow every fucking drop."

Tonks nodded as best she could with his cock buried in her throat, her eyes locked on his as Harry used her mouth like his personal fucktoy.

"Swallow it," he demanded, holding his cock all the way in as he emptied himself down her throat, in thick, heavy spurts, groaning as she struggled to take it all. Some of his seed leaked out around her lips, dripping onto her massive tits and mixing with her milk.

When he was finally spent, Harry released her head and slumped back against the sofa cushions. Tonks pulled off his softening cock with a wet pop, coughing and wiping at her face as his cum spilled from her lips.

"Fuck," she gasped, her voice hoarse. She moved back up to straddle him again, this time pulling her soaked knickers off completely and tossing them away.

"Tonks," Harry warned, gripping her hips.

"I need you inside me," she said simply, positioning herself over his cock. "I need to feel you. Feel something—"

A baby's cry from upstairs cut her off mid-sentence, breaking the spell that had fallen over them. It was like a switch had been flipped. Any trace of arousal drained from Tonks's face as she remembered where they were, what they'd just done, whose son was crying upstairs.

"Shit," she muttered, scrambling off his lap. "I have to—Teddy's crying, I need to—"

She grabbed his jersey from the floor and pulled it over her head, not even bothering with her knickers as she rushed toward the stairs before Harry could even respond, leaving him sitting there with his jeans around his ankles and the taste of her milk still on his tongue.

He had just crossed a line. With Tonks. His godson's mum. The woman who was living in his house because nutters were threatening her family.

Harry pulled on his jeans, listening to Tonks moving around upstairs with the baby, and waited. And waited. But Tonks didn't come back downstairs.

Eventually, he made his way to his own room, wondering if she'd ever acknowledge what the two of them just did. Or if she'd pretend it never happened at all.