When birds started chirping outside the window Tonks woke up, a little sore down below, but she felt Harry's wonderful cock semi-hard, still inside her, as he hugged her from behind. Tonks paled when she realised she had again reverted to her base form while sleeping, and quickly shifted back to Hermione's form, causing her pussy to contract around his cock as she slightly decreased in size.

'Morgana's tits Nym... whatever you're doing now, keep it up,' mumbled Harry behind her.

Tonks froze, 'Harry? What did you just call me?'

'Hnhn... morning luv, my little nymphette,' Harry said with a slight yawn, as he began slowly rocking inside her. Internally he cursed, damn! Almost gave it away... hopefully she accepts my little slip.

'Mmmmm Harry... I love waking up like this,' Tonks sighed. Phew, almost thought he had caught me and Hermione there... good thing I changed back before he woke up. I gotta watch that! she internally chastised herself.

Harry's trapped right hand began playing with her sensitive breasts, and his left hand was on her thigh, steadying her against him. After a few very nice movements, Harry pulled out of her, and hovered over, entering her wet pussy again. Harry placed his hands below her bum, and raised her up, letting Tonks rest her legs on his shoulders. The new angle was driving Tonks mad, and she moaned heavily.

'Sweet Maeve... yes Harry... like that... oh I love you...' Tonks whimpered, and Harry suddenly tensed, shooting ropes of cum in her eager cunt. After a few more spurts, he rolled off her, breathing hard.

'I love how you feel around me darling... my bad girl,' he smiled, and kissed her. Tonks melted around him, wrestling with his tongue, until he finally let go with a yawn. 'Damn that was nice... but I'm gonna catch some more sleep. Thanks for the night hun,' Harry yawned again, and shut his eyes.

Tonks gazed lovingly at him, and covered him with the blanket, then morphed back to her own form and stepped into the bathroom to get a good shower, his spunk was dripping down her legs. There was something seriously weird – no wonderful – with him... he seemed to have nearly limitless sexual energy, she giggled to herself as she towelled off.

The clothes were a bit of a dilemma, she had few skirts since she preferred pants, so she just transfigured a pair into a skirt like she had seen Hermione wear. Well at least I don't have to worry about sagging tits, she pushed her breasts up as if they were supported by a bra, and used her Metamorphmagic to lock them into place.

Tonks went across the hall to Ginny's room, and quietly opened the door. Ginny and Hermione were in the same bed, cuddling, and it looked like Hermione was rubbing herself on Ginny's leg, Tonks noticed with a smirk. She knelt down next to the girls, and softly said, 'Wakey wakey Hermione... unless you want to get caught, best head back to your own room.'

Hermione shot awake, and a deep blush spread across her naked torso as she realised she had been humping Ginny, 'Oh god... Tonks, it's not, I'm not –'

Tonks grinned, 'I'm not judging you, Ginny is a cute one. Had fun last night then?'

Hermione carefully extracted herself from Ginny's grasp, and sat up, 'probably not as much as you,' she huffed, but there was no real energy behind it. 'Did you – yawn – leave him asleep?'

Tonks giggled, 'I actually tired him out for once... here honey, one of his shirts, cover yourself up,' she threw over one of Harry's Quidditch shirts she had stolen from his room before she left.

Hermione happily took it and put it over her head, Harry had allowed her to wear a shirt... maybe this would be her sleeping outfit from now on. 'Thanks Tonksie,' Hermione kissed Tonks on the cheek, and the two left the sleeping Ginny behind as they left the room.
'I'll go get dressed, see you later then,' Hermione waved bye and entered her own room.

Tonks had no desire to get caught early in the morning, so she apparated away to her own little flat. Her roommate from the Auror corps was asleep in her own bed, and judging by the sock on the door she had a guy over. Tonks grinned, good on her, but she bet whoever it was was not as good as her Harry. She went to her own room, and changed the transfigured skirt back to pants, then quickly stripped out of it and wore a real skirt. She could not risk it suddenly changing back on her when the transfiguration lost power!

Clothes changed, Tonks knelt in front of the fireplace, and threw in some floo powder. Dumbledore was probably awake by now, so no reason to waste any more time. 'Hogwarts, Headmaster's office!' she clearly said. The fire turned green, and after a small delay Dumbledore's face showed in the fire.

'Professor? May I come through?' she asked, and Dumbledore nodded. Tonks stepped in the fire, and flood to her alma mater.

'Good morning Nymphadora,' Dumbledore said, sitting behind his desk by the time she stepped out of the fireplace, 'may I offer you a lemon drop?'

'Just Tonks please sir, and no thanks,' Tonks answered. Dumbledore always called her by her first name, she pouted.

'Such a shame, so very few people take me up on it,' Dumbledore said with a light smile, and took one himself. 'Now what can I do for you my girl? I thought you would be either guarding Harry, or be at work by now.'

'I have some excellent news Professor,' Tonks beamed at him, 'I spoke to Madam Bones, and she has assigned me as Harry's bodyguard for the foreseeable future! In fact, I come her to ask if you have a position at Hogwarts for the upcoming school year, so I can stay close to my Ha– to my charge.'

Dumbledore stroked his beard. Interesting, so Amelia had chosen to side against the Minister? That was certainly unexpected, she was not affiliated with his group, but he was sure she was fighting for the Light, even if she was a little misguided at times. But Tonks asking for a spot at Hogwarts certainly came in handy... his last prospective candidate for the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Ignatius Smidgens, had rejected him just the previous day.

'As it so happens Nympha– I mean Tonks my dear, I may have a spot for you. Tell me, wasn't your NEWT score in DADA Outstanding?'

Tonks beamed, 'Outstanding with extra credit in stealth, sir. My skills came in handy,' she briefly changed her hair from its usual pink to a copy of Dumbledore's grey, and back again.

'Wonderful! Well then I am happy to offer you a teaching position on staff, as DADA teacher.'

'Really?' Tonks' eyes boggled, 'but I have no teaching experience at all sir!'

'Oh don't worry my girl, as long as you can talk about your subject and proscribe a good textbook, you'll be fine. I am sure your old Head of House Professor Sprout will be happy to help you out should you have any problems.'

'Okay then sir... I accept. Oh! There was something else, Madam Bones has given me orders to make sure Harry is close to me at all times, so I either need to be in Gryffindor Tower, or Harry needs to be with me.'

'Mmmm...' Dumbledore took off his glasses, and wiped them, 'it would be most unusual to have a Professor in the student dorms... and the reverse would be even worse, with the rumours being spread about him the last thing Harry now needs is a vicious rumour he is getting secret training from one of his teachers.'

The old wizard twirled his beard, thinking of a possible solution. With Amelia involved he could probably scrap most of his plans for the upcoming year... he had been fearing some Ministry stooge could be assigned to Hogwarts, and thus he had distanced himself from Harry so as not to further fuel Minister Fudge's paranoid ramblings that Dumbledore and Harry were plotting against him.

But if Amelia could take care of the Ministry, and he now had a filled teacher roster, he could perhaps finally make redress for Harry and allow him to begin to take up his heritage. He had planned that for Harry's sixth or seventh year, but this was a golden opportunity.

'Well there is one option although I am hesitant to bring it up... should Harry be able to claim his status as Head of the House of Potter, he would be eligible for Lord's quarters, as Head of one of the Ancient and Most Noble Houses. You would then be assigned to his quarters as staff guard, to make sure nothing indecent is going on.

The main problem with this is that it will cause some resentment from other students, as Harry is the only one currently eligible for this.'

'I am sure I can keep Harry level-headed,' Tonks smiled. Did she drink Felix Felicis or something? Everything was working out better than she could ever plan!

'Agreed!' Dumbledore stood up, and stepped around his desk, to shake Tonks' hand. 'Ms Tonks, or should I say Professor Tonks, welcome to Hogwarts staff. I will expect you here August 30 th for the Start of Year Staff meeting, and your position will be DADA teacher, and staff liason with Lord Potter. I will expect a book list no later than the 21 st .'

'Yes sir, thank you, thank you' Tonks pumped his hand, 'can I still ride with Harry on the train?'

'Yes, that would be best,' Dumbledore answered, after he extricated his hand from the bubbly Auror. Tonks happily f lood back to her own p lace. It was time to inform her room mate that she would give up the lease, as she had home and board at Hogwarts for now.

Tonks arrived back at Grimmauld just in time for lunch. She stepped in the kitchen and got a wolf whistle from Sirius, 'I approve of the new look Tonks! You look stunning,' he smiled at her. Tonks agreed she did look fine, wearing (only) one of her favourite Weird Sisters shirts, and a plaid pencil skirt. But Sirius didn't deserve a smile, so she glared at him. The applauding and jeering Weasley twins got a wink though.

'Oh Tonks, that is nice dear,' Molly agreed. 'Where were you? We haven't seen you since last night.'

'I have some big news Molly, everyone,' Tonks said, sitting down across from Harry and Hermione. Hermione was wearing Harry's shirt, with her nipples poking out, and she had a flustered face and was biting her lower lip. Harry was sitting to the left from the brunette, and his right hand was hidden under the table... suddenly Tonks realised where that hand was exactly, and why Hermione was so flustered. Harry was teasing her right at the lunch table!

'Erm,' Tonks swallowed, 'guess who the new DADA teacher is?'

'No way!' yelled Ron; 'Oh dear me Gred, I am hot for teacher,' one of the Weasley twins said, mock-swooning into the other's arms; and Harry gave her big thumbs up. 'Congratulations Tonks,' said Remus, smiling at her. Molly also congratulated her; Sirius was just looking at her tits. The other Order members were either at their jobs, or at their own homes.

Molly put up a banner with a wave of her wand, CONGRATULATIONS PROFESSOR TONKS, and the lunch turned into an impromptu celebration.

After the pleasant lunch, Ron suddenly asked, 'Oi Hermy, why you wearin' Harry's shirt?'

Hermione looked at Harry with a panicked look, he had been stroking her folds all through lunch, and she did not trust her own voice now. It was all she could do not to moan out loud. Fortunately Harry saved her, 'we decided to give dating a try Ron, I think we could really work out.'

'How could you mate, you know she was mine!' Ron blurted out, getting angry.

'Nah mate, it's not like that,' Harry said calmly, 'come on, you two would never work out. You're fighting all the time.'

'Yeah, like an old married couple! That is... erm... undevolved special tanking innit?' Ron looked to his parents for advice.

Tonks laughed out loud, 'Unresolved Sexual Tension you mean? Ron, come on. That "married couple" thing is nonsense, do you see your parents fight all the time?'

Ron grumbled a negative, and Harry decided to throw him a bone, 'yeah mate, best you find out now right? Would be a shame if you fixated on my pretty girlfriend,' he hooked his finger up inside in Hermione, and she came with a shudder and a moan that she hid by burying her face in his shoulder.

Harry gave the top of her head a kiss, and stealthily extracted his wet finger from her folds, 'anyway Ron, it would be a shame if you fixated on Hermione, when Lavender Brown has been checking you out since last year.'

'Really? Lavender?' Ron drifted off a bit, dreaming about the big-chested Gryffindor. 'That's brilliant mate! Yeah good luck with Hermy then, oi Herms, can you do a good word for me with Lav?'

Hermione tried to regain her composture, 'I'll try Ronald. And don't shorten my name like that please, only Harry is allowed to.' She kissed Harry on the cheek.

Molly watched the kids interact. A small part of her felt sad that her dream of One Big Weasley Family could no longer come true with Ginny accidentally slave binding herself to Harry, but she had to admit Harry and Hermione made a nice couple. And maybe that Lavender girl could be good for her little Ronnie.

'Molly, thanks for the banner,' Tonks thanked the Weasley matriarch. 'Can I borrow the new couple a bit, or do you need them for chores?'

Molly sighed, 'someone let slip to them that they could use magic in the house, so all the cleaning has been taken care off easily. I was hoping to teach them some skills, but with the cat out of the bag there is nothing to do anymore except some small dusting, which that House Elf is perfectly capable off.

Harry even managed to silence that infernal portrait with a silencing charm. So yes, take all the time you need.'

Tonks took Harry and Hermione to the library, with Ginny following behind. Harry sat down on a reading couch, and Hermione snuggled up against him. She was still overwhelmed with emotions, Harry had made their relationship official now and her love for him was stronger than ever.

Ginny stood behind the couch, and began slowly giving Harry a shoulder rub.

Tonks raised an eyebrow at the red-head, but there was no reason to exclude her from this.

'Harry, next school year I'll not just be the new DADA teacher, but also the staff liason/guard for the Lord's quarters,' she began unsteadily.

'Oh, so I am getting those then? Will you be sleeping in one of the rooms?' Harry countered, stroking his arm slowly up and down Hermione's side as she snuggled into him.

'Yes, I'll be– hold on a sec Harry. How exactly do you know that?' Tonks placed her hands on her hips and tried to glare him down, but the effect was more comical than intimidating.

'Oh, easy,' Harry said with a grin. 'Did I tell you three about my July?'

Harry was bored, bored, bored. The start of summer had been awful, he had had nightmares about Cedric and the resurrection of Voldemort, bad enough apparently that he had been kicked out of the house by Vernon Dursley. So here he was sitting on the playground in the boring suburb, hanging on the broken swing – broken by Dudley and his gang – and was wondering if Vernon would let him back in before dinner. He had scrounged up some lunch at a burger place, stealing the burger from a guests' plate with his Quidditch reflexes, so at least he was not hungry now. Yes stealing was wrong, but with all the shit he had gone through he found it hard to care.

'Hello Harry,' a voice suddenly alarmed him. He saw Camilla Polkiss, Pierce's older sister by two years, walk over to him. She was made up for a date, her long blonde hair tied up in a tight ponytail and she was dressed nicely in a summer shirt and a short blue skirt, but her mascara had run out from crying. 'You're a real bad boy aren't you?' Camilla came closer, and sat down on the other swing. 'So tell me bad boy, why do boys like you love making girls cry?'

Camilla sniffled, and looked for a tissue in her bag. Harry had one in his pocket, and handed it to her. 'I don't know what Pierce has been telling you Camilla, but I'm not all that bad really,' he smiled a bit at her.

The sister of one of his tormentors took the tissue, and wiped her face a bit, 'Thanks Harry. So I guess you're wondering why I am crying aren't you?'

'You don't have to tell me unless you want to,' Harry answered. He had not spoken more than five words with her over the past few years, why was she suddenly talking to him?'

'Oh you boys are all the same, but I'll humour you,' the blonde sniffled a bit. 'I was on a date with Jeremy, you know him,' Harry didn't, but that didn't matter, 'and I was hoping he'd ask me to be his girl, but the bastard dumped me!' She started crying.

Harry stepped from the swing, and went behind her, and hugged her from behind as Hermione often did to him when he felt bad, 'I would never do that to a girl,' he said, holding her close, 'especially not a pretty one like you.'

'You think I'm pretty Harry?' Camilla smiled at him, then suddenly turned around, and pressed her lips against Harry's. The young wizard froze stiff, but her tongue pressed against his lips, and he let her enter his mouth. Harry quickly got into hit, and let his hands roam over her body, grabbing onto her bum, and pressing her against him.

Camilla Polkiss felt his erection push against her through their clothes, and moaned as the young neighbourhood bad boy snogged her brains out. Finally she pulled free, gasping for breath.

'Oh my god... Harry, you... come with me!' She pulled his arm, and ran to her home.

Harry just followed her, confused. He had just had his first real snog, but was she angry now? Camilla opened her front door, and pulled Harry after her to her bedroom, then closed and locked the door.

'Today is your lucky day Harry... I was planning to give it to Jeremy this night, but that bastard has lost his chance. You're a little young for me, but god your kiss is like magic... make me feel good luv,' she kissed him again, then stood there in front of him, hesitating slightly.

Harry felt guided by his lust, and reached gently for her breasts through her clothes. The first breasts he ever held, he explored the feeling with his hands, softly kneeding them, then brushed over her nipples, which began poking through the fabric. Camilla moaned, and stumbled back, falling over her bed.

Harry lost his grip on her when she stepped back, and her legs swept in the air, flashing her panties to him. She had a growing wet spot in the middle, and Harry moved as if entranced and touched her with his fingers. Camilla shuddered, the feeling was wonderful! 'Oh Harry... more, more!' Encouraged, Harry pushed her panties to the side, and let his fingers touch their first exposed pussy. Camilla was wet and hot inside, and moaned and thrashed as he explore d her.

'Fuck Harry... stop teasing me and just fuck me...' Camilla lifted her butt up, and Harry hooked his fingers behind the waistband of her skirt, and lowered it to below her knees, taking her panties with it. Her sixteen-year old pussy seemed to beckon him inside, and Harry dropped his oversized pants, and shrugged out of his boxers.

'Oh my god... you're bloody huge...' Camilla started entranced at Harry's hard cock, as he stepped between her legs. She reached down, and lined him up with her entrance.
'Don't stop now... just fuck me hard Harry,' the blonde cooed up to her fourteen-year old lover, and Harry saw no reason to hesitate. He pushed forwards and his cock slid in its first ever pussy. Harry had wanked off of course, but that in no way compared to a real life cunt milking his throbbing meat, and after only a few thrusts deep inside his willing lover, he came for the first time. Camilla was still moaning, so he didn't stop his movements, only slowed them down, as his sensitive cock released its load. After a few more strokes he grew hard again inside her, and picked up the pace once more.

Camilla had taken her shirt off with some gymnastic tricks, and her bra was pushed up. She was playing with her breasts, as Harry's cock stroked her insides, hitting that special spot near the top her vibrator could only partially reach. Yes she had lost her hymen to a vibrator she had gotten as a gift for her fifteenth birthday and loved how it felt on her, but that in no way compared to the real thing.

Harry had recovered from his orgasm, and was once again enjoying her thrashing below him. He was entranced by the sway of her moderately sized breasts, as she rocked back and forth to meet his thrusts, then he looked at where they were coupled, and saw a little nub had risen above her shaved bared cunt. Harry took his right hand down there, and lightly tapped it.

'OooooOOOOoooh!' Camilla screamed, throwing her head back, as a massive orgasm hit her. The clenching pussy on his dick caused Harry to cum as well, and he once more splattered her insides white. Spent, he collapsed on her, then rolled to the side a bit.

'Oh my god Harry... you fucked my brains out,' Camilla giggled once she recovered. 'Thank you, oh thank you, this was the best thing ever...'
She slid down the bed, and leaned over Harry's crotch, 'let me show you how grateful I am...' she took his dick in her mouth, and began giving him a blow job. Her own juices were covering his dick, and she loved the taste. Finally she had lost her virginity, and that to the notorious bad boy! Chrissy would be so jealous, she giggled, Harry in her mouth. Harry began growing hard again, but then a door slammed shut from below.

'Camilla? Are you upstairs?' a male voice called.

Camilla released Harry's cock with a shock, 'Oh my god oh my god, it's my dad! Harry, you have to get out of here!'

Harry scrambled for his boxers and pants, and put them on quickly, as Camilla also began dressing. Footsteps went up the stairs, and Harry went for the only possible exit, the window. He jumped down to the garage roof, almost twisting his ankle, as he heard Camilla's door open above.

'Camilla? Were you sleeping?'

'Oh yes daddy, I was a little tired. My date went nowhere,' he heard her say. Harry looked for a way down, and jumped off the side, into the back garden of the neighbouring house... and was met by a black-haired girl watching him. Oh great , Harry thought, that was Christina Macklin, the older sister of Malcolm, another one of Dudley's gang.

'Out for some robbing are we Harry?' Christina opened the back door, and beckoned Harry inside.

'Erm, no, nothing like that,' Harry shifted uncomfortably, his erect penis straining against his pants. The seventeen-year old girl was wearing a very loose button-up shirt and tight jeans, and had the top three buttons of her shirt untied, giving him a clear view of the top of her milky white breasts.

'Oh, I think you just stole something from Camilla... I clearly heard how you robbed her cherry,' Christina grinned. 'I caught you red-handed Harry... now what should I do with you? Maybe I should tie you up until Malcolm and daddy come home, so they can give you a beating?'

Harry tried to back away to the front door, but Christina would have nothing of that, 'freeze Harry, or I will really make you regret coming in here.' Harry froze on the spot.

'No, I think you need some punishment...' she took his hand and guided him to the living room couch, and then began unbuttoning her pants fly, and dropped them. She was wearing lacy black panties, and Harry's eyes were fixated to them as she dropped them, and began taking off her shirt.

'If you can eat me to an orgasm at least as good as the one I heard Camilla scream for, I might forgive you,' Chrissie grinned, and lied back down. Her pubic hair had been shaved in the shape of a small strip, Harry saw as she spread her legs for him. Harry knelt between her legs, and resolved to get this over with, he kissed her left inner thigh. Chrissie shuddered, and Harry placed another kiss a little higher, then licked up her leg until he reached her core.
He pulled back, and began at her right leg, licking and kissing up wards. Judging by Chrissie's laboured breathing he was doing something right, so he felt more encouraged and planted a kiss right on her pussy lips. Chrissie moaned, and put her hands on his head, to guide him where she wanted him. Harry kissed, licked, and suckled, his hands wrapped around her legs as she placed them over his back, and his head locked in place by her thighs and hands.

As he was lapping her up his nose occasionally bumped against Chrissie's little clit, and she began cumming. Unlike Camilla, hers was a silent orgasm, but all the more powerful for it. Harry's face was glaced by her juices before she finally let go.

'That... oh god... that was great Harry... now let me return the favour,' Chrissie said once she came down to earth. Harry was gradually learning from experience, so he quickly stripped out of his clothes. Christina admired his toned chest, and then indicated he had to take a seat. Harry sat down on the couch, and Chrissie took his raging hardon in her mouth. He had been hard ever since the interrupted blowjob at Camilla's, so he shot his load down her throat after only a few head-bobs.

'Quick shot are we Harry?' Chrissie giggled, then sucked him back to full length. Harry was hard again, his dick saluting the sky, and Chrissie suddenly took a condom, and wrapped it around him. 'Hmmm... give me another orgasm Harry, and I'll have a real treat for you,' she mumbled, then lowered herself on him and began to ride him.

Harry decided that he hated the feeling of condoms, Chrissie could definitely feel it, but his own sensations were muffled by the latex shell. Still, eventually he came, but not before Chrissie had cum on his cock twice. Yes, he hated condoms, he decided as she pulled off him, and he felt the unpleasant feeling of the condom being removed over his cock.

Chrissie dropped the used rubber in a waste bin, then went back to Harry for a deep kiss. They tasted themselves on their partner's face, but neither cared. Chrissie released him with a sigh, 'you are fucking great Harry... so you earned a treat. Tell me, have you ever had a girl up the arse before?'

Harry shook his head no, not trusting his voice just yet. Chrissie grinned, and once again began blowing him, applying extra spit to his cock. Once he had grown hard, she pushed him back on the couch, and slowly lowered herself on him... letting her cock push past her sphincter this time. It was a much tighter fit than her cunt, but Chrissie was obviously not a virgin in any of her holes. She bounced on Harry's lap, and after a few pleasurable minutes he shot his load down her shitter.

'That's my thanks to you Harry... mmmm your cock felt wonderful in my little butt. I love you babe... may decide to let you do me some more this summer,' she giggled as she went off him. 'Now get out, I am gonna take a shower.'

Harry wiped himself off with some tissues, then got dressed and left. Vernon reluctantly let him back in the house, and Harry found a surprise waiting when he went to his room.

Lying on his desk was a black letter engraved with Gringotts' emblem and motto, Fortius Quo Fidelius .

Harry ended his retelling, and smirked at the three girls. Tonks had been fondling herself as he was talking about his sex with both Muggle girls, and Hermione had also been squirming in her seat, pressing her legs together.

'Anyway, the letter held a Portkey to Gringotts, and when I arrrived they swore me in as Lord Potter, and I learnt that Sirius had designated me his heir. So I am Lord Potter and Heir Black now.'

Harry held up his right hand, and two rings became visible, one holding the Potter/Peverell shield, the other holding the ram of the House of Black. With a mental instruction he made them disappear again.

'So I thank you Tonksie, I'm sure we'll have fun in the Lord's quarters.'

After Harry's retelling of his summer the kids spent some time studying for the upcoming school year. Tonks went off to have a chat with Remus about her upcoming teaching job. She found him alone in the kitchen, reading through some papers.

'Wotcher wolfie, got some time for your successor?' Tonks grinned at him.

Remus was distracted by the bubbly Auror, the wolf in him could smell her arousal. It was two days to the full moon, and his animal instincts were coming to the fore.

'Erm, not right now Tonks... another time maybe?'

'Aww come on, I just want a little advice,' Tonks pouted at him. Remus shook his head, and stood up, walking close to her.

'Listen Tonks, I can smell Harry on you,' he said in a low growl. 'I've no idea what games you, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry are playing, but I want no part of it. And you can stop trying to seduce me by walking around without underwear, you're not my type.'

Tonks blanched, curse that sensitive wolf nose... and what was that with Ginny? 'I'm not your type? Damn, how can you pass up a hottie like me?' her ego was bruised, so she resorted to flirting/teasing some to get it back up.

'Too feminine,' Remus shrugged, 'we'd never work out.'

'Too... oooooh,' the quarter dropped. 'What, you and Sirius?'

Remus looked appalled, 'what? No! I'm in a relationship with one of the wolves from my pack,' he admitted to her.

Tonks squeed, 'oh my god, that is wonderful! Now please wolfie, I really could use some help with lesson plans for the next year, pretty please?' Nobody can pull up a puppy face like a Metamorphmagus, and Remus had to give in.

Nothing of import happened the rest of the day, the kids spent some time studying, some time cleaning, some chess games were played, and the twins tricked Ron into eating one of their candees that caused his tongue to swell to ten times its size.

Tonks had to leave later that day, she had guard duty elsewhere for the Order, but promised Harry she would be back tomorrow morning.

Harry took Hermione to his bed late that night, and they spend a slow leisurely fuck, Harry cumming in her eager mouth once he was ready.

Tomorrow would be his hearing.

The contents of the letter were:

Gringotts sends it salutations to Lord Potter, heir to the House of Black.
This day at the 10th of July, 1995, our ritual monitors detected a failed Potter family Sex Bond ritual was attempted between Lord Potter and Christina Angelina Macklin, squib daughter of the squib Priscilla McAlpin and Muggle Mortimer Macklin. The energies released by this ritual allowed this institution to for the first time since 1981 to reliably track down Lord Potter's location.
This letter will serve as a Portkey, and we request Lord Potter use it to arrive at the Gringotts desk of Heritages at his earliest opportunity. The activation phrase is 'Greed and Gold'.

Harry had also gotten access to the Potter family Vault, and had read a ritual book in the Vault where he learned about the Sex Bond and Slave Bond rituals. It was Potter family magic, and apparently he would have succeeded in binding Christina to him, as she was secretly a squib, if only he had been able to release his cum in her pussy.