LbN: Yeah, so...this chapter is most definitely rated M. ;)


It was quickly established, upon returning to the bountiful library of Gryffindor Sound (leaving a frozen Molly Weasley in the kitchen of the Burrow), that Harry and Tonks were indeed married, and once they saw the rather gruesome pictures of what "or else" entailed, they quickly accepted the fact and decided to consummate sooner rather than later.

Neither had much objection to that.

And so it was that a few days after what passed for their wedding, the newly made husband and wife found themselves facing each other in their bedroom, silencing and contraceptive charms in place.

Harry suddenly felt very shy. How was he, a fifteen-year-old virgin, supposed to satisfy the grown woman standing in front of him?

"Harry? Har-ry?"

"What? Oh, sorry, love."

Tonks frowned. "Is the idea of sex with me that terrible?"

"No!" he blurted out. "Quite the opposite actually. I just realized I have no idea what I'm doing."

She grinned lasciviously. "Lucky for you, I do." One quick swish of her wand and she was approaching him in nothing but a lacy pink bra and matching knickers. And what a feast for the eyes that was. Creamy white thighs and a toned stomach and pert breasts just begging to be released. A wet set of lips at the nape of his neck reminded him that there was, apparently, more to his wife than a pair of breasts.

"Don't think, just do," she murmured against his collarbone. "I'll start the show, and you jump in whenever you feel like it."

Another flick of her wand, and Harry was left standing in his pants, already bulging impressively. Tonks gently pushed him until he felt the foot of the bed at his back, still kissing and nibbling at his neck. She worked her way down his chest, murmuring with satisfaction at his sculpted abs. Harry suddenly gasped as she removed his boxer shorts with one pull, exposing his cock to the cool air.

"Oh, my," she whispered, leaning back and looking him in the eye, as it were.

"Yeah?" he said, grinning stupidly despite himself. At least he was sure he measured up in one area.

"Oh, yes," she replied, voice thick with lust.

Harry gasped again as his cock was once more exposed to air, this time warm. Tonks had leaned forward and lightly blown at the tip, flicking her tongue when she pulled away. Pushing him against the bed must have been a calculated move on her part because Harry found himself grabbing the bed frame to stay standing. All blood and coherent thought rushed south, and his hips twitched forward, yearning for a follow-up to the preview.

Thankfully, his wife was an obliging sort, and when she leaned forward again, she slipped her lips over the head, sucking for all she was worth. Harry groaned loudly; this was better than treacle tart, Quidditch, and anything he'd ever accomplished on his own all rolled into one. Back and forth her head bobbed, taking in a more each time, and when his hand reached out of its own accord and grasped a handful of locks, lightly tugging, she moaned against him like she was the one getting pleasured. Harry hissed at the vibrations of her throat, and Tonks glanced up. When she caught his eye, she winked.

Damned if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing he'd ever seen.

Harry could feel the pressure building, and he simultaneously ached for release and never wanted it to end. Dimly in the back of his mind he realized that it was about to be over before he even thought of returning the favor. Fuck.

With great effort he pulled away and before she could object, he yanked Tonks to her feet and pulled her to him, crushing his lips against hers, beyond caring about where that mouth had just been. Her tongue swirled in his mouth as they kissed ardently. Was there anything that tongue couldn't do?

His hands traveled lower as his mouth nipped at her ear, jaw, throat, whatever he could find, and when he clenched her arse, pulling her upward, she complied, wrapping her legs around his waist. He groaned, feeling the heat just above his still very interested cock, and, desperate to move forward, he spun around, dropping them onto the bed.

Tonks let out a surprised laugh that quickly turned into a low moan when he buried his face between her breasts, kissing and licking and squeezing. Her bra clasped in the front, and with one flick of his fingers her breasts sprang into view, round and firm with lovely pink nipples, coming more and more to a point as he drew his fingers over them.

Harry spent only a second simply gazing at them before taking one breast into his mouth. Tonks moaned again, wriggling beneath him as he lavished her with attention, tracing a path down her stomach and causing her to giggle. He slipped one hand beneath the waistband of her knickers, groaning against her as he explored this most sensitive of areas, enjoying her gasps when he touched something she particularly liked.

He was as hard as a rock against the bed, wanting to be inside her so badly it hurt, but at the same time watching and feeling her writhe and moan beneath him was nearly as good. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing, for when her moans grew louder and she was all but shaking, she suddenly slid out from underneath him, flipping him onto his back in one smooth move he could only assume she learned in Auror training.

She reclined on her ankles for a moment, taking him all in with undisguised want written all over her flushed face, and Harry took the opportunity to do the same. When had she removed her knickers?

"Beautiful," he breathed, and she smiled.

Straddling his waist, she leaned forward and placed her lips at his ear, her voice hoarse. "If you think I look good, just wait until you see how I feel."

Whatever response he might have made was lost as she straightened up and sank down on him. Harry was pretty sure the world stopped, or at least shrank to his cock, surrounded by flesh that was so fucking hot and wet and seemingly molded just for him that he probably stopped breathing.

And then she moved.

He was vaguely aware of making some sort of unintelligible noise, but all he could comprehend was Tonks riding him, hips moving up and down, her breasts bouncing in time, her hands balancing on his chest. Harry found his own hips driving up to meet her. He couldn't be still at all, his hands reaching up to squeeze her breasts then dropping to feel the muscles of her arse then grasping her hips to guide her movements. Eyes half closed, she was moaning and Harry was grunting and above all was the incredibly erotic sound of skin slapping skin.

Fuck it all, he wished it would last for days, but suddenly this wasn't enough. Wanting to fuck his wife properly, Harry sat up, grabbing her waist and rolling them over in his own impressive maneuver. He wasted no time before thrusting back inside Tonks, who cried out, the clenching of her fingers in his back proof of her own pleasure. He fell into a rhythm, thrusting forcefully, kissing when they could manage it.

Tonks wrapped her legs around his waist, strong thighs pulling herself up to meet him. Harry was trembling with effort and fucking hell this feels amazing and judging by her moans which were becoming loud cries, Tonks was approaching a climax as quickly as he was. Encouraged by her harder faster yes right there ohGodthat'ssogood Harry started fucking her wildly, abandoning any pretense of a pace and concentrating only on the sensation that was beginning to seize his cock and the hands that were raking at his back.

Without warning Tonks arched her back, squeezing around his cock so tightly it was exquisite nearly to the point of pain, throwing her head back. A ripple traveled across her skin and her hair cycled through a dozen colors as she let out a scream loud enough to push the limits of the silencing charm.

Harry thrust again and again, his body craving the same release. When it felt like every muscle in his body seized up at the same time as a pulse shot through him, he buried his face in Tonks's shoulder. And then,

"Oh, fuck."

He came with a shout, the proverbial fireworks shooting off behind his eyes as they rolled back into his head. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he couldn't smell, he only felt, and it was completely, overwhelmingly indescribable.

Both cried out again as a surge of magic exploded from within, a shockwave of blue light shooting straight up from their joined bodies before expanding to fill the room.


Unbeknownst to the newlyweds on the top floor, the coupling of their magic had some unexpected effects.

A floor below, Remus Lupin paced his room, trying to convince himself that his dream about Willy Wonka's chocolate factory and the … way he had woken up were not related.

Down the hall, Ron Weasley stared down at himself with newfound respect. He'd certainly never gotten a response like that before.

On that same floor, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley lay breathlessly next to each other. Ginny preened, thinking they'd reached new levels that night, while Hermione, the most well-read of the group, privately wondered if Tonks would still be willing to share Harry.

On the next floor, Fred and George Weasley slept soundly on, unaware of what they would awaken to in their sheets the following morning.

And many miles away, Bellatrix Lestrange wondered if the Dark Lord had just called her by her niece's name whilst in the throes of passion.


Eventually his surroundings returned, and Harry rolled over, more exhausted than a thousand Occlumency lessons, more satisfied than a thousand captures of the Snitch. He glanced at his wife, curled up on his side with the same lazy Cheshire Cat grin and half-lidded eyes that he wore, blissfully content.

"Wow, Nymphadora, that was … I don't even know what to say. We have to do that again."

She laughed softly. "I intend to. Are you sure you've never done that before?"

"Positive."

How the hell was a virgin the best lay of my life? And how did he manage to last that long?

Harry sat straight up, staring at his wife. "How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You – you spoke in my head. Are you some sort of Legilimens?"

Tonks arched an eyebrow. "Not in the slightest. Did I addle your brain that much?"

Harry brushed at his damp fringe, wondering if he was still in some sort of post-coital haze. That was weird.

Now Tonks was the one sitting up, eyes wide. "What the hell!"

"You can hear it, too! This, uh, this isn't normal, is it?"

Tonks shook her head. "Hearing thoughts that aren't my own has most certainly never accompanied any orgasm I've ever had. Something happened between us at the very end. I thought it was some sort of orgasmic aftershock, but clearly I was wrong."

"It's not a terrible thing, is it?"

Tonks grinned. "I could think of worse. And speaking of thinking, let's test this out." She closed her eyes, concentrating.

A moment later Harry, too, was grinning. "I've never done that before, but tonight's a night for first times, isn't it?" He disappeared under the sheet, sliding toward the foot of the bed.


The following morning the couple emerged tousle-headed and sleepy-eyed, walking rather gingerly hand in hand as they entered the kitchen where everyone else was waiting.

Millie met them at the door, handing each a steaming mug of coffee. "Good morning, Master Harry and Mistress Tonks. Breakfast is on the table, and I is sending Clyde to fix your bed."

"You broke your bed?" Ron blurted out, staring at the blushing couple with a mixture of awe and jealousy.

"Never you mind." Harry headed straight for Hermione. "Mione, something's happened."

"Harry, we –" she waved her hand at the other occupants "– were all aware of that last night. Very aware."

"Listen." Tonks quickly described what had happened last night, leaving out as many intimate details as she could. "Did you read anything like that with regards to the Life Debt Magical Betrothal?"

Her eyes widened. "Yes, I did. I took a book to bed last night for a bit of light reading –"

"That's not all you took to bed," Ginny murmured.

"– and I'll have to double-check, of course, but there was a section on an overflow of magic at the consummation due to an extremely strong magical core, it's really rare, hasn't happened in nearly a millennium, I believe, but it definitely explains what happened to us last night and –"

"Sometime today, Mione."

"Harry, you and Tonks have formed a soul-bond," she said simply.

Tonks blinked. "Come again?"

Harry glanced at his wife. "Already?"

Vanillie chose that moment to quietly make an appearance. "Master Harry, a letter for you."

Harry read the parchment, and his jaw dropped. He quickly read it again, his green eyes speeding back and forth behind his glasses. After the third time he crumpled it into a ball, his face darkening. "It's from Kahkblok. Draco Malfoy is disputing my inheritance from Sirius. Apparently there's a blood stipulation woven around Grimmauld Place and all that goes with it that requires it to be kept in the Black family. A will can't override that."

No one seemed to know what to say, but suddenly Harry smiled at his wife. "You are brilliant, Lady-Baroness Potter-Black."

Remus looked between the two. "What?"

Tonks grinned. "I simply reminded my husband that, disowned or not, blood is still blood, and he just so happened to marry into the Black family."