"You are so paying for that," He said. "I am going to get so much revenge. You'll never want to make another joke for the rest of your life."

"I'm sure I won't, Harry," Tonks said, smiling. He wasn't smiling, however.

"You're going to pay," He said.

"I made one joke about how young you were. One joke. Don't throw a fit," She said, walking up to him and putting her arms around him seductively. "You know I don't care if you're nineteen or twenty-five."

"Yeah, but I do," He said. "I'm already getting enough shit for being with you, I don't need you reminding people of it."

"Sorry, Harry," She said, sounding genuine.

"You're still paying for it," He said. "Don't think that lets you off."

He walked into the bedroom, showing no signs of wanting her to follow. She sighed and cleaned up the kitchen, the living room, and basically every other room in the house, before going into the bedroom, changing, and slipping into bed with Harry, who was already asleep.

Or so she thought.

She woke up with someone giving her a kiss, and noticed immediately it was Harry. But he wouldn't open his mouth. She licked his upper lip, begging for entry, but his mouth stayed tight. Eventually, he pulled away. She then noticed, when she tried to put her arms around his neck, that her hands were tied to the bedposts. She was also missing something else: her nightdress. Looking at Harry, he smiled. She did not like that smile. It was mischievous.

"What are you doing, Harry?" She asked with an obvious nervousness to her voice. Harry said nothing, just smiled. He plunged down under the covers and she felt her underwear being slid down her bare legs. "Harry?"

He came up long enough to flash her another smile and put his finger to her lips to silence her, but then dived back down. The next second, she felt something dancing up her thigh. It felt like fingers. They drummed their way up her thigh, in between her legs, and into her vagina, making her twitch with anticipation. Harry felt her getting very wet with arousal and twirled his fingers around before gently squeezing her clitoris. She screamed immediately, grabbing the bedposts with her hands to keep her from squirming. He continued to do this, adding fingers, until he had three fingers in there, and she was just a second away from her peak.

But then, he took all his fingers out. She kicked randomly and heard him laugh. "I hate you Harry."

He chuckled from below the covers as she felt his finger enter her again. It toured inside her for a while, making her moan, and then was joined by another finger, and they circled around her clit for a long time, making her moan louder and louder, longer and longer. Not before long, a third finger entered and helped circle. She screamed, and just as she was about to reach her orgasm, his fingers, again, withdrew. This time, she said nothing. Still, he laughed and laughed. Soon, though, he got tired, and entered her again.

This time, she did not feel fingers. She felt something else, something wet. A bit thinner and a lot wider than a finger, it didn't take long for her to find out he had his tongue inside her. She moaned and screamed as he moved around her, soon adding a finger. It took a lot shorter for her to reach her almost orgasm, and he got out just in time. When he entered next, he brought his tongue and two fingers. He moved around and around, slowly and gently, her arousal escalading slowly. She soon knew her pupils were dilating, and she was sweating. His slow movements sent her into spasms, which he obviously enjoyed, as her fluids dripped down her legs and his arm.

Her moaning and screaming took form of words this time. Each time she couldn't bottle it anymore and had to cry out, she moaned, "I hate you so much Harry!" It took very long for her to reach her orgasm (which of course Harry stopped from happening just a second before), and by that time she was screaming, "I HATE YOU! I HAAATE YOU!" She squirmed and grasped the bedposts so hard they almost broke.

He started over from the beginning, with just one finger, and repeated the four steps, in order, four more times. After twenty almost-orgasms, Tonks had clouded vision, a sore throat, sweat covering every inch of her, was out of breath and was shaking too much to control. She had squeezed the bedposts so hard they had splintered. Finally, Harry gave her an orgasm. A long one.

After that, and only after that, he emerged from below the covers and untied her hands. He saw her and laughed.

"Fine. I get it. No more age jokes," She panted. He kissed her.

"Age has nothing to do with it. You were right," He smiled that goddamn smile again. "Wasn't that fun?"

"Can't you fuck me just one more time?"

"Yes, ma'am," He said, and she slapped him. He laughed his ass off and went down.