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Now time for things from a woman's perspective. I don't know why I keep writing from the man's view in these. I suppose it's a repressed desire to know what my husband is thinking. Anyway, I love Tonks, so I just have to embody her for a bit.
Nymphadora Tonks, her hair a strict black in keeping with her attempt at projecting a mature image, looked over the two silent girls sitting in front of her on the couch. Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger both had excellent reasons to be embarassed, given the things Tonks had witnessed in the past week.
Five days previously, she had walked into the second floor hallway to find Remus frozen in front of a door, a look of horrified amusement on his face. When she reached him, it began evident why.
"Oh Ron. Gods, Ronnnnnnnnnnnn…" A long husky scream came tumbling out the door, and Remus had managed a tolerable blush.
Tonks chuckled. "Looks like Hermione has…relaxed a bit in the last few weeks." She knocked loudly on the door.
Silence. "Wotcher Ron. I think you might want to ask someone about a permanent silencing charm on this room. Everyone would get a lot more sleep."
She pulled a shocked Remus after her, down the hall to their own room.
But that was nothing compared to last night. She, in her usual bumbling way, had managed to make a wrong turn while going to the kitchen for a late night cup of tea. Remus was in the basement, since it was a full moon, and she was alone, aching that she could do nothing but wait through his suffering. He refused to touch her, frankly, even to be near her for a week before the full moon, and afterward he was a wreck, hollow and drawn. She had entered a ballroom instead, a huge room that the younger members of the Order had turned into a practice room of sorts. Cursing quietly at her ridiculous affliction, she made to leave, but was halted at the odd sight of clothes strewn haphazardly over the floor. A tinkle of crystal and a low husky laugh caused her to look upward. She was stopped dead at the site of Ginny Weasley, completely naked and hanging from the chandelier, her legs wrapped around Harry Potter, who was also starkers. The fact that they were fifteen feet off the ground was simply an added shock. She shut her eyes, and planned on making a graceful, silent exit, as the pair was a little busy to have noticed her entrance. But, of course, she tripped, knocking over a vase, and raising a scream from Ginny. Tonks had managed an exit, after hearing the two fall unceremoniously to the floor. She hoped they hadn't broken any bones.
Ginny and Hermione looked at each other. Hermione let out a big sigh, and dove in, "Miss Tonks."
"Just Tonks is fine, love."
"Tonks…Ginny and I, well, and Harry and Ron…we…well…"
Tonks furrowed her brow, "I'm, not sure I really want to know this."
Hermione and Ginny blushed. Although not a redhead, Hermione managed enough color to qualify her for the Weasley-dom that she would no doubt attain soon.
Hermione went on. "No, we've got to say…we've discovered something rather important, a weapon of sorts, and we feel we've got to tell the Order before anyone else gets hurt."
Tonks winced. Kingsley was in St. Mungo's, his wounds severe. "Go on."
"Well, Ginny and I found an old book in the Room of Requirement."
"Ah ha!" Tonks exclaimed. "I'd wondered how Ginny managed to get here." Ginny blushed again, and looked at the floor.
Hermione rushed on, "To make a long story short, we found a potion." She held up a vial. "Amora miratum. It does remarkable things as its intended use, and it had the most amazing side effects."
Ginny piped up, "It can allow you to combine powers, magnify powers even, with…with someone you love."
Tonks was taken aback. "Explain please." It was her best McGonagall impression.
"Well, once the potion is taken, triggered really, it binds you to someone who is close to you." Hermione swallowed nervously. "Your true love. You share each others thoughts, and under the even their sensations. It is possible when together to perform magic without wands."
Tonks blinked, and remained silent. This sounded crazy, like an article from the Quibbler or some such. Hermione seemed to understand, "I know it sounds farfetched, but we have done a lot of experiments in the past six weeks, and…"
"Oh, that I know about." Tonks grinned evilly. She couldn't resist the temptation. "I expect that you, Hermione, give Ron very loud praise in certain departments, and you Ginny, would give Harry high marks?"
The two girls hemmed and hawed, and looked anywhere but at her or each other.
"I really, really do not want to hear about my brother." Ginny muttered.
Hermione blushed again, and blew out a stream of air in exasperation, lifting her hair from her forehead. "Yes, well….the effect last after any….umm…intimate contact. Though it may require that to be triggered. I have a theory…."
"Hermione, get on with it!" Ginny whispered loudly.
"Oh…yes, umm….the experiments that we've done show that shield charms, cast in the presence of your…partner…are three times as strong. Five times if you are actually touching. Hexes are more effective. We're pretty sure Occulmency is much easier as well."
Ginny expanded, "And it's more than just that. In the presence of others you care about, family and friends and the like, the power is even stronger. If we all held hands, we could block some pretty remarkable things."
"Thanks for telling me, girls." Tonks nodded, still deep in thought. "I'm not sure how this will help, but I'm sure the Order would be interested." She smiled, "I suppose you came to me to have a proper cover for your discovery? I doubt you'd like for Molly to find out how this really came about."
"Eek!" Both girls looked very worried. Ginny shook her head emphatically. "Well, that and….well…there's another effect. One that Hermione thought you might be interested in personally. I…I'm a Parselmouth now."
"Excuse me?" Tonks was very confused. Very few people were Parselmouths, and most of those were in Slytherin. And it wasn't something that just suddenly appeared.
"Harry, Harry is a Parselmouth. After we…well, after the potion, I…I sort of took on his abilities."
Tonks nodded again. This was increasingly hard to believe. Hermione put a vial before her on the table, and explained. "You, you're a metamorphagus, you're really flexible, can undergo bodily changes at will. Professor Lupin is a werewolf, who has to go through painful transformations every month…"
Enlightenment dawned. "Merlin." Tonks whispered.
"I'm not sure what the effect on you would be…."
"I need to think." She stared at the vial. The two girls paused for a moment, then stood up to leave. Tonks came out of her reverie for a moment, "Thank you. I'll…I'll come up with a way to explain to the Order." The girls left, and the young woman remaining stared at the clear potion in the vial before her, weighing the consequences of its use.
With one last look in the mirror in her in Grimmauld, Nymphadora Tonks inspected her short pink hair (Remus's favorite), and black T-shirt, green mini-skirt and fishnet stockings. A muggle ensemble, true, but one that Tonks was comfortable in, especially as the late October weather was unseasonably warm. She spent so much time in her auror's robes, chasing this or that emergency, that she reveled in the chance to dress as she pleased.
More than three weeks had passed since Hermione and Ginny had given her the vial of potion. The full moon was in two days, and Remus was in hiding at his cottage in Scotland, with his usual series of ridiculous excuses. She hadn't seen him in ages, what with her constant patrols. She needed him, she had to see him.
She had convinced him to let them try to have a real relationship after Dumbledore's death. The weeks following had been amazing, and they had been a bright spot amidst the confusion and grief, a small beacon of hope for the others in the Order. Remus was incredible, kind and gentle. He was the first lover she'd had that had not requested something of her, a particular color hair, or bigger breasts, or longer legs. He was happy no matter what, he wanted her just as she was. Their first sexual encounter had been amazing. The man was an artist, and he played her like a fine instrument, wringing multiple climaxes from her with hands and lips and a rock hard member before finally allowing himself release.
In truth, it drove her mad. His control was extraordinary. He couldn't let go. She wanted, needed him to give himself over completely, to feel the wildness that ran in his blood. Then she would be sure, truly sure that he loved her, silly, young, clumsy Nymphadora Tonks, as desperately as she loved him. She drew a deep breath, and added Floo powder to the fireplace. "Lupin Cottage."
She tripped of course, and ash flew about her as she pulled herself off the carpet of the little house. It was a sweet little place, and she had loved it the first time she'd seen it. It was homey, though Remus insisted it was small and shabby. She could imagine raising a family here, herself and Remus and three kids around his big, scratched oaken table in the kitchen.
At her cough, Lupin appeared, wand ready, not expecting any visitors. At the sight of her, he dropped his wand, and his eyes darkened with some emotion, either passion or anger, she was unsure which.
"Nymphadora, what are you doing here?" His voice was gravelly, like it hadn't been used in days. He looked very good, more robust, more wildly handsome in the days just before the full moon. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself in his arms and snog him senseless, but she had ulterior motives for her arrival.
"Wotcher Remus. Just thought I'd come by to pay you a visit. I have a day's break, and I'm not on call. Thought I'd help with some research."
He breathed heavily, and looked extremely uncomfortable. He was so tense, she could sense it ten feet away. He had moved no closer. "I'm…I'm really rather busy right this moment."
She grit her teeth in frustration. "Surely, love, you can spare some time, even a few minutes just to chat? I miss you." Her mind filled with her love for him, and willed him to agree.
He shuffled his feet. "I suppose…but not too long, all right?"
"I'll just make some coffee then! I won't be a moment."
She ran past him into the kitchen, brushing his arm but managing not to trip again. She busied herself with the coffee, and broke a mug in the process, but repaired it quickly. Remus had fortunately not followed her, but sat in the sitting room, perched on a chair, still as stiff as a though he'd been hit by an Impediamentia.
She took out the vial, and unstoppered it, pour half in each of the two mugs, and tapping each with her wand to make sure it was cool enough to drink quickly. She planned to gulp hers down, and hoped Remus would do the same, his typically method of drinking coffee, when he preferred tea.
She brought out a tray, staring at her feet to make sure she didn't drop anything, and managed to set down the tray of a low table. She missed the chair as she sat back, but as long as the potion was intact, she didn't mind.
Remus looked at her with intensity she didn't quite understand, though her skin felt flushed. She tried to think of a topic of conversation, but her own nervousness got the better of her. She simply picked up her cup, and drank, praying that this wasn't the biggest mistake of her life.
He picked up his cup, still staring at her, and took a sip. "How have you been, then? How are Harry and everyone?"
She swallowed her coffee, which thankfully didn't come out her nose, and tried to restrain a blush. "Oh, Harry's doing quite well actually. Very well. He and the rest of the kids are deeply involved in some project or another. No doubt they'll manage to save the day again." She smiled.
He stared at her again, and gulped down all his coffee with a grimace. Then, he stared into the cup, and back at her. "What is this?" He sniffed, and she held her breath. "Nymphadora, his tone slightly menacing, "What did you put in my drink?"
"Don't you trust me?" She squeaked.
He rose up and towered over her, "What is it?"
"It's a new potion…Hermione came up with it…"
He looked disappointed, beaten. "It won't work, you know. I'm had every quack try and sell me something to fix my lycantropy. I'll always be a werewolf. I understand if you can't accept that."
Tonks rolled her eyes. "You great git. It's not that. It…I'm even entirely sure that it will work. If…I was told, that if you share the potion with your true lovet allows use to feel each others sensations, even thought. It even allows you to share, to share each others powers."
His eyes widened in alarm. "Merlin, Nymphadora, you can't…you foolish girl!" He yelled, "I've spent my whole life trying to not turn anyone else into a werewolf, and here you go trying to force me to turn the woman I love into one! What the bloody hell were you thinking!"
She leapt to her feet, anger surging through her, "It wasn't that, damn you. I'm not even sure that would cross over anyway, it's not the normal kind of magical power. I meant to give you my abilites, to make your transformations easier. To let me bloody see you for more than the two weeks you'll let me near you in the month."
She stormed out into the kitchen and stopped just inside the door. She could feel him come up behind her. They stood there in tense silence. Anger poured through her, but as the second ticked by, she could feel it change, morph into something else. Her stomach clenched with it, her blood pounded through her. Lust. Desire. Overwhelming need.
Her sense of smell became incredibly acute, and her nose was filled with an irresistible smell. It took every ounce of her strength to resist devouring it's source. What the hell was happening to her.
Oh Godric, it's me. I feel what he feels. He wants me, it's my scent. She panted in small breaths as the wanting enveloped her, her nipples puckered, her sex grew wet with her need for him. He stood there, just behind her, still battling to control himself.
She found her voice, though it was low and husky. "You know, I'm not a fragile little doll, Moony. I'm more flexible than most people, and stronger besides. Metamorphagus and all that. They were desperate for me to become an Auror, you know?"
Her arousal had increased the power of her scent tenfold, and he had ceased to process thought in words. He was hanging by the merest thread, and she would weld the knife to cut it.
She inched forward to the edge of the kitchen table, and bent over it, farther than necessary, to push the cracked flower vase which sat there to the other end. Her lovely little bum was raised at an enticing angle, and she knew the precise moment his control shattered.
There was an odd ripping sound, and then she found herself rammed face down into the table, her breasts pressed against the smooth surface, her hips against the table's edge. Her skirt was pushed up, and her fishnet stockings and thong were torn asunder with one rip, and not the least thought given to the use of magic. And then he was there, huge and hot, and he thrust into her with brutal force.
Never had the act of penetration given her such unbelievable pleasure. She was the possessed and the possessor all at once, and the wild, feral thrill of mating overtook her every thought. He plunged into her, fast and hard, gripping her hips with such force that it would leave bruises on a normal woman. She keened a long moan of ecstasy, and he let out a low growl in response. The angle of the table, her incredible wetness, his unrestrained need, all built too quickly into a storm of sensation that threatened to drowned her, she was so close. The wind whipping through the room, the sudden brightness of the fire in the room behind them when unnoticed. Suddenly, the need for complete possession swamped her, and he leaned forward, biting the back of her neck with his teeth, and with that burst of pleasure-pain she came and came and came. She let out a scream that became a howl, and he growled with unmatched ferocity. The wind howled with them, and the light in the room so bright it blinded her, and she was utterly lost in a whirl of incredible sensation.
When sanity returned, she was kneeling, straddling his bare legs, with Remus's left arm wrapped tightly around her, with him still embedded deep within her. Her head had fallen back to rest on his shoulder, and he gently stroked her hair, his breath a warm caress on her cheek.
She smiled, the immensely satisfied, feline smile of a woman who'd had her share of ultimate bliss. She spoke, her voice unsteady and hoarse after the intensity of her screams, "So, that's why you avoid me just before the moon."
"Yes. Your scent is irresistible." It always has been. She saw a flash of the first time he had seen her as an adult, when Moody had brought her to Grimmauld to see Sirius when he'd returned. When she walked into the room, tripping of course, her scent had reached him, and he had immediately responded, though she had been completely unaware of it.
She smiled, pleased that she had discombobulated him as much as his restrained wildness had bothered her. But she changed the subject. "If you ever do this with anyone else, I shall have to kill you both, you know."
"Wolves are monogamous, my love."
"Well, that's easy for me. You've spoiled me for anyone else, you have, being such a sex god." She could feel him thrum with pleasure at the complement. He was always worried that he was too old for her, and she could feel the same now. If he had any more energy or youth, then what she would have just experienced would have likely killed her.
She felt him flinch with the thought, agonizing that he had hurt her. She ground herself down on his softened cock, and purred. Killed by pleasure, my beast.
He gave a little growl, and she could feel him slightly harden within her. I like your hair like this. She pulled a strand in front of her face, was shocked. It was almost white now, barely pink, and much, much longer. She had not willed it to change, and it had never altered on its own before, unless she was very ill. She twisted as best she could to look at Remus in the face, and to her surprise his own hair had also grown, almost to his shoulders, and the grey had been leached out to blond, giving him an odd streaked look.
"You should have a look at yourself!" She giggled, and delighted at the shared sensations that generated between them.
"I have no desire to move." He throbbed, and grew harder, pressing against some spot within her that felt unearthly good. She panted, and he whispered in her ear. "Whatever is in that potion, Dora, I can't find it in me to object at the moment. We might regret it in two days, but now, I'd rather use my flagging energy for other things." His hand slipped under the hem of her T-shirt, and with a wrench it was torn from her body. She gasped, but couldn't object. So that's what happened to his pants.
He chuckled, and pulled her wand out of the pocket of her skirt, where it had thankfully not poked her during their previous activities. With a whispered, "Lacero" their remaining garments shredded, landing in piles on the floor.
"Humph, I liked that skirt." She rose suddenly, and he slipped out of her. She could fell his intense sense of loss, and then his humor return as she merely turned around, and impaled herself on him once more, much to their mutual delight.
He bent, and laved her breast with his tongue, the rasping sensation against her taut flesh. She buried her hands in this new, long hair of his, and found its heady masculine scent intoxicating to her heightened senses. She must have gotten a little bit of his wolfiness, though it was yet to be seen how much. She buckled against him, and they shared a gasp, and then it was another race as they crashed together to find mutual fulfillment. She rode him with abandon, bending backward to grasp her ankles for balance as he thrust into her hard, his bunching thighs straining between hers.
They came together again, the echoes of each other's orgasm driving them forward, and this time she fell backward, bumping her head on the table and collapsing on the floor, overflowing semen dripping from her. With the last of his strength, he climbed atop her, and she held him against her heart, his panting breaths fanning the sweat soaked skin of her breast.
"Ow!" He rubbed the back of his head when his breath had returned. "I suppose now I'll feel it whenever you have one of your accidents?"
"I'm not certain. They didn't say what the extent of the affect was…afterward."
"Just who gave this to you anyway? Not that I'm not grateful for the immediate effect."
She blushed. Even her hair turned pinker again. "You don't want to know."
But she forgot about their shared thought, and had not even contemplated Occulmency, auror though she was. "Hermione and Ginny!" He declared in a shocked voice.
She bit her lip, worried how he would react. He laughed, "I hope poor Molly doesn't find out. Both Ginny and Ron engaged in such activities would be a bit too much."
"I think the girls wanted us to take the blame…I mean the credit, for this little discovery."
"Well, I suppose I could have done some sort of research. I am helping Harry with a few things…" he broke off suddenly.
She frowned. "What's a Horcrux?"
He let out a sigh. "I think we'd better pay a visit to the new Marauders." He looked up, and the state of the room was a shambles. The vase Tonks had tried to protect had shattered against the far wall. Even the mugs in the other room were shattered. The table, though intact, was five feet from where it had started, he had drilled into her with such force. The wallpaper seemed to be bleached like their hair. In all it was a mess, a very strange mess.
He looked down at her. "And we'd better have another member of the Order there to make sure nothing happens to you at the full moon. I've no more Wolfsbane, what with Snape…." His mouth drew to a grim line.
She caressed the side of his face. "We have some time, love." She pulled his head toward her for a kiss. "Trouble will find us soon enough."
Thanks for all the reviews. I keep thinking this story gets buried, so if anyone has some advice so that it doesn't disappear so fast, I'd appreciate it.
I've had a great suggestion for pairing Snape with Narcissa Malfoy, so I've trying to work that in, although our poor potions master won't get to have fun with this particular potion for a while. He'll have to rely on his own skills in romance.
I invented the Amora potion as a conjecture over how a bunch of virgins might get to figure things out without a bunch of experience. I've had a great deal of fun thinking about it. Even my husband was titillated at the thought.
Any other suggestions for pairings, or requrests for more scenes. I don't mind doing more for RHr and HG, but I'd appreciate any ideas. Thanks for reading and please review!