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Halloween was shaping up to be an interesting event.
Tonks had told him that the feast would be awesome and that generally something surprising occurred unexpectedly each year.
Watching the progress of the decorations going up over the week before gave the impression to Harry that the evening would be something huge. Having never celebrated the Hallows' Eve it would be the first special day of the calendar he would get to experience.
Classes were still on but every class had the same festive running theme. In transfiguration they learned to turn watermelons into pumpkins. Not an easy feat to perform. And Harry was beginning to understand the difference of conjuring from transformation.
Transfiguring an inanimate object was easy so long as you can visualize the intended goal. A match to a needle or such. But turning a mouse into an apple applied the additional factor of the mouse's will to remain a mouse and thus more personal will from the caster was required to turn the mouse into an apple. Of course turning a loaf of bread into a cat required less will but much more power as you had to create the will of the cat to remain a cat and not return to a loaf of bread.
It became increasingly apparent to Harry it was easier for him to just conjure an apple or cat than transform it from another form. While most conjuring would not last. Permanency could be achieved by using large amounts of magical energy and for Harry that seemed to be no issue at all.
However professor McGonagall did not see it that way and made sure he did it the right way. So turning a watermelon to a pumpkin was annoyingly hard because the watermelon would keep on wanting to return to a watermelon.
Charms was all about decorations. Creating spider webs and making pieces of paper and string to act like spiders.
Hermoine was annoyed when Harry managed to turn a bed sheet into a fake ghost. She fought back by making large heavy chains tinkle and jingle in a very creepy manner.
It was fun and interesting. Something he hoped would continue for the rest of the day at least.
Tonks had adapted to her new living situation.
After all Harry had gone through it had felt right that he should stay with them. He had experienced so little in his life. Knew nothing of his heritage or who he was. When he had saved her on their visit to Diagon Alley she had really started to feel for him in a way that was closer than it should be for people of their varying ages.
She just couldn't explain it.
Her entire Muggle school life she had been shunned because she was different, but she liked how she was and did not care what the other school kids thought of her. Of course in those days she had only just started to learn to morph, hair colour and a few make up effects but it was enough. She became a complete extrovert and rebellious, to her teachers more so than her parents.
When her Hogwarts letter came she was over the moon. She would finally be able to be herself all the time and not have to pretend to be a muggle who happened to dye her hair often.
The sorting into Hufflepuff was welcome as she never felt she fit anywhere in particular. Mum had been a Gryffindor as had been uncle Sirius but she never felt the drive to be any of the specific traits that made a Gryffindor, a Gryffindor.
And so the first few months were relatively good. She didn't make any friends but like Mum had always taught her; she learnt the lay of the land.
Puberty came early, her first menses arrived just after Halloween. Along with it came a boost to her morphic powers. She could now do partial body changes and over the months leading up to the Christmas break she secretly learned how to alter her entire body. A skill she refined over the break to the point she could do imitation.
Her ancestry had begun to show more clearly, and rather too rapidly, she began to look like a younger version of her Aunt. Desperate to be anything but like her Aunt she made the decision to be someone else. Completely. So first day back from break she became Tonks. Bright, bubbly, pink haired and sassy.
It was a sensation, the other girls were envious and the boys were interested.
As other girls began to go into puberty she upped her game, becoming more and more noticeable. Larger bust, taller and more brightly coloured.
Second year went by in a blur of pranks as her rebellious streak bloomed hot and hard. She began to imitate others and would literally steal a kiss from guys she liked, acting as their girlfriends (or boyfriends as the case may be).
That however did not go over too well when she was found out. Retribution was downright mean at times. Items were stolen, spiteful pranks were played. She took them with the grace deserved having been caught out.
Third year was the beginning of her sexual awakening. She met a boy, Charles Weasley, Charlie to his friends, fourth year, a Gryffindor and their Quidditch team seeker. He was considered the best since the legendary James Potter and was amazing to watch.
She had had crushed on him hard since the end of the second year and when she finally managed the nerve to talk with him he spoke back. It was amazing and shocking all at once, so much so her hair turned as red as his.
That seemed to get his attention, at first he had thought it a joke but when she had explained that she was a metamorphic he had been amazed.
She did a few of her favourite tricks, one in particular that always got her fellow Puffs laughing was when she changed her nose to a pig's snout. Charlie though it was a lark and his honest boisterous laugh had put her instantly at ease.
They met often after that, in the library or the great hall. Charlie was doing care of magical creatures and he simply loved handling the beasts and animals that they got to see in class. His goal was to become a dragon handler once out of Hogwarts.
His passionate speech about the future drove her to do the best in her classes. Moving up from mediocre to exceptional. Of course when she was not in class she was still her rebellious self.
Charlie told her how she reminded him of his two younger brothers. Twin precocious monsters that drove the family mad with their pranks.
They went out on the first Hogsmeade Village trip. Having been allowed to go since third year Charlie gave her the tour of the best spots. Later they shared a butterbear and explored Zonko's Joke Shop together.
The day ended with a kiss, a wonderful glorious kiss that she had earned herself and not stolen.
Things went well and she invited him over a few times during the summer before her fourth year. One of those times was incredibly special, a truly pivotal moment in her life.
Mum and Dad had gone out shopping; an arduous chore that occurred on a fortnightly basis. Dad would follow Mum into Diagon and purchase all the potion and magical ingredients they would need to replace the houses larder. Then Dad would drag Mum into a muggle supermarket for grocery shopping. The whole ordeal took over four hours because of the many disagreements and arguments over what was considered the right way of doing things.
So in their absence she had witch called Charlie and he had floo'ed right over with a case of chilled butterbeers.
Heading up to her room they sat and chatted while listening to Wired Sisters on the wizarding wireless.
It felt like a dream; one moment they were laughing the next they were kissing in a fever of heated need.
All she knew was she wanted him and that he wanted her. She stripped off her top and let him peel away her bra. She treated him by increasing her bust on request and let him pull off her skirt and panties.
Standing naked before him she had spun around and changed her body as he directed, it was fun, she was making him happy and if he was happy she was too.
He kissed her and pawed at her breasts with his rough hands. He kissed between the generous cleavage she had created for him. Licking and sucking her nipples until they stood out hard and proud.
When he undressed she admired his muscled, Quidditch toned body. He stood before her in just his boxers, a prominent bulge straining against the inside.
She wanted him, wanted him desperately. Needed, was the optimum word.
He had her kneel and strip the last vestment from him. He sprung out no longer confined.
She panicked for an instant unsure to what to do. This was her first time. The first time she had seen a man fully. Even when she mimicked she never changed more than what could been seen clothes on. Now she was afraid.
Charlie knelt and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She let him guide her to the bed and gave her another butterbeer to sip while he professed they could stop if she wanted too.
But as she sat there watching him she could not help but stare at his hardness. It looked glorious. She wanted it, needed it. Putting her drink down she lay atop her bed and spread herself wide for him.
Charlie had smiled and moved over her, kneeling between her legs he pressed his fingers into her folds, spreading her wider. He smiled again and began to ease himself into her.
At first all she felt was pressure, but when he reached her barrier he whispered his love for her and pushed hard.
Pain. Pain like nothing else in her life crashed across her as he took her virginity.
Tonks had felt so conflicted then. She wanted needed him but the pain was tremendous her hair cycled through colours.
Charlie whispered that it was ok, that everything was ok. All the time thrusting in and out of her.
After a while he requested that she be tighter for him even thought the pain increased all she wanted was to feel his fullness inside her.
Hours passed, time blurred. She knew Charlie had finished twice within her by the time they were done.
He dressed and left with a promise to see here at Hogwarts.
Tonks had just laid there in a daze. Sore but happy she had made him happy.
Hearing her parents return she got up, looked in the mirror and reverted to her normal self. She dressed quickly and remade the bed.
The sheets were bloody but she would pass it off as an early menses accident should anyone ask.
She went downstairs and pinched a pain potion from the larder. Dinner went fine and she retired early to inspect the damage done. Being a metamorph had some advantages and with the help of a hand mirror she forced healed all the little nicks, cuts and tears to her privates.
All of a sudden for no reason she felt sad.