Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling, The Elder Scrolls series by Bethesda, the only thing I own are my thoughts... sad realy...
Nmyphadora, call me by that name and I'll break you, Tonks woke up groggily, she was sleeping on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, despite some people's belief's this had never happened before. She was thankful there was no hangover, she racked her brain trying to remember what or who she had done…wait… she hadn't gone bar hopping last night, she had been protecting Harry Potter! She remembered a scream; she had blasted the door down and ran in, then… nothing… She shot out of bed and grabbed for her wand, only to find its sheath empty.
"You should sit down, you have a nasty bump on your head, no concussion, I've had enough of them to know how to see them." A voice spoke from the doorway. She spun quickly, Harry stood in the doorway, a devilish grin on his face. She sat down on the edge of the bed, not seeing a reason to be on guard around Harry, she knew that Harry wouldn't hurt her.
"Wotcher Harry, names Tonks!" Tonks said with a brilliant smile shifting her hair to pink. Harry tilted his head to the side, why was she using her last name, and why did her hair change colour?
"Yes, I know who you are Nymphadora, but what's with the hair?" Harry asked bluntly. Harry had removed her Auror badge and her wand from his back pocket; he walked to the bed and sat next to her. She had stiffened at her first name, but her mind seemed to like the way Harry had said her name, usually she would of at least given him a swat and told him to never use her name by threat of a fate worse than death, but for whatever reason her mind told her to just accept it and enjoy it.
"I'm a Metamorpamagus; it means I can change how I look whenever I want." Tonks said with a smile. Harry was a nice guy, no reason not to open up to him a little. Harry's smile took on an almost feral quality, the possibilities!
"That's an amazing talent Nymphadora, but might I ask what were you doing breaking down the door like that? If its official Auror business then I would like to see a warrant, but I'm guessing it isn't…" Harry frowned ever so slightly in Tonks direction. Her heart sank in her chest, she had disappointed him, and she had to make it right.
"NO! No Harry nothing like that, I swear it, it was Dumbledore, you see, with the Dark Lord's resurrection, he was worried about you, so he stationed me and a few Order member's in the area, you know to make sure your safe." Nymphadora rushed over her words, she wanted him happy. Harry's frown deepened, so he was right, it had been that old goat fucker.
"Nymphadora, what is this Order?" Harry asked it seemed that Dumbledore had his lackeys watching him.
"You don't know Harry?" Nymphadora asked, genuinely curious, why hadn't Dumbledore told Harry?
"No, Nym, I don't, I can call you Nym, right? So why don't you tell me about them?" Harry's smile had returned. Nymphadora's heart had fluttered with the nickname Harry had given her, she had made him happy! She needed him to be happy with her; everything would be fine as long as he was happy with her.
"The Order of the Pheonix is a group Dumbledore started during the war, we'd fight with the Auror's against You-Know-Who and his Death Eater's!" Nym smiled brilliantly at Harry hoping that he would approve. Harry frowned at this information, Dumbledore had an army, this would take more planning then he had thought.
"Thanks Nym, you did very well…" Harry said moving closer to her. Nymphadora remembered something; it had slipped her mined almost as soon as Harry entered the room, not knowing if she should ask she pressed on carefully.
"Umm… Harry, before I barged in… I heard a scream, do you mind explaining what happened…" Her voice was soft and almost frightened; she didn't want to hurt Harry.
Harry wanted to test just how far the ritual had worked, he had slowly tested the waters asking her a semi-personal question, a slightly more personal one, moving closer to her and even seeing whether or not she trusted him enough for him to retain her wand and badge.
"I'll tell you, Nym, you see the scream you heard… was my Aunt… as I killed her… and the rest of her family…" Harry whispered seductively into her ear as he wrapped an arm around her. He saw the shocked look on her face, but she hadn't pulled away. Nymphadora mind whirred; Harry had killed someone, why? Wait, this was Harry, he must have had a reason and it had to be a good one, there was no reason to be frightened, she would just ask him why, yes that was what she'd do.
"Harry, why did you kill them?" the shock had left her face and she was genuinely curious. Harry smiled, his control wasn't complete, she had a mind of her own, but his influence would bypass most of her base thoughts and even her morality.
"They hurt me Nym…" once again he spoke huskily in her ear; he pressed into her leaning her back so she was lying on the bed. He did have a reason, which was all she needed to know. He slowly slid on top of her, every touch seemed to ignite her skin, every caress lit her nerves and the pleasure from a simple brushing of his fingers against her skin had her panting in pleasure.
Harry was completely inexperienced with girls, he wasn't afraid to admit it, so most of what he was doing was on instinct, considering the moans he was getting out of Nymphadora; he would need to trust his instincts much more often. Harry caressed Nym slowly memorizing every curve of her amazing body, he brought his lips to hers and he kissed her, it wasn't passionate or tender actually it was quite clumsy but considering it was his first that was to be expected. Nym kissed back moulding her lips to his and directing his sloppy movements to something pleasurable, she then proceeded to shove her tongue down his throat which Harry happily reciprocated. As they tasted each other Harry slowly removed her shirt, but Nym would have nothing of it, tearing her clothes off and shredding Harry's.
Tonks had never felt so good, she had been with men before but this boy had given her more pleasure in a caress then some of those men had, period. Harry might not have been that skilled but damn was he lucky, always touching the right places, and with a little more practice, which she would happily supply, his kissing would be amazing. When Harry had tried to undress her, she'd grown impatient, taking her clothes off and tearing through Harry's she flipped him around and got on top of him. The look on Harry's face told her that it was the first time he'd ever seen a naked woman, Tonks smiled mischievously and struck a pose, while morphing her breast's up a cup size. It seemed Harry wasn't patient either, lunging forward he attached his mouth to one of her breasts while his grabbed the other, he was forceful and his lips and tongue seemed to be trying to consume her breasts, and Tonks loved every second of it. Harry switched breasts every now and by the feel of the wetness on his stomach and the howl of pleasure Tonks had released, he was doing very well.
Harry quickly grew impatient when Tonks seemed to have stopped moving and just sat there breathing heavily. Grabbing her by the hips he threw her down and quickly positioned himself above her without warning he thrust into her a she screamed out at the rough and unexpected intrusion. Harry pumped into her slowly to begin with but when he'd gotten used to the feeling of Tonks velvet vice he began to pump into her hard and fast, her screams had gone from pain and shock to unimaginable pleasure, Harry had the devils luck, and it seemed to extend to every facet considering some of the angles he was pulling off. It was over all too soon for Tonks as Harry couldn't hold his climax as he pulled out and released onto her.
Tonks wasn't disappointed too long as Harry proved that teenaged virility was no joke as with close to no down time he was ready again, wrapping her legs around his waist she thrust him into her. Harry not hesitating for a moment began pounding into her at a blistering pace; it was going to be one hell of a ride.