A/N: Thanks to Treck and Nedlin for checking these stories for me.

Chapter 3: WTF?

Harry Potter; The-Boy-Who-Lived, Defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort at age 1, Tri-Wizard Tournament Champion, Defeater of Death Eaters……fainted………and so did Tonks.

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It was about ten minutes later that he started to regain consciousness followed shortly thereafter by a dazed and confused Tonks.

After surveying his surroundings, he quickly realized that it wasn't a dream and he had just been propositioned by a very attractive Veela to become a man whore for their veela community.

'Did that make her and Dumbledore pimps, for setting this up?' He quickly shook the thought off and moved back to the matters at hand. 'What the hell was he supposed to do about this? Was this just another manipulation by the Headmaster or something more? Why can't these damn Seers just leave me the hell alone? I didn't ask for any of this. I haven't even really dated anyone before besides Cho. How am I supposed to marry 10 women?'

He just sat there with his head in his hands, mumbling to himself. Tonks was really confused herself. She was almost the epitome of the 'ditzy blonde', with the caveat that she had green hair, straight down to the blank look on her face. She was the one that finally broke the silence that had settled over Cassy's office.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you people?" Tonks shouted.

Harry looked up at the sound of Tonks raising her voice. It was something that she rarely did and he was a bit shocked that she was yelling at the lady that they had just met. Granted, this was an unusual situation, but still…..

"Tonks, calm down. Shouting won't get us anywhere," Harry stated calmly.

"How can you sit there and be so calm about this Harry? They want you to be their man-whore."

Fleur interjected, being appalled at Tonks statement regardless of how close to the truth it actually was. "We do not want Harry to be this, what did you call it, man-whore. We have a problem and Mr. Potter has shown in the past to be very helpful to others. My aunt was simply asking for his assistance in this."

"In the end, Mr. Potter, we will be training you whether you accept our offer or not. As I said before, the training you are to receive was prophesized to happen, so it must. I am simply asking that you consider our plea for help. To be able to find wizards that are what veela would consider 'worthy' is a very difficult task. They must be headstrong, intelligent, loyal," she continued on, ignoring the snort that accompanied that trait. "Brave and many other traits that Veela consider important.

"As I said, this is very rare. You were discussed in our last governmental meeting and we discussed your history, even having Fleur give us her account of your personality. You were deemed 'worthy' and now I have made the official proposal to you.

"I do not need an answer right now. In fact I would prefer you to think this over a bit. I will have Fleur show you to your quarters. We will start your training at the beginning of next week so you and your friend will have some time to get adjusted to being here. If you have any questions while you're here; you can ask Fleur or myself. We will be sure to be available to you.

"I hate to cut this meeting so short after throwing such a heavy package at you but I have business that I must attend to and my time is running short. So if you all will excuse me…" She stood up and shook Tonks and Harry's hand, signaling the end of the meeting.

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"Follow me Harry, Ms. Tonks. You're staying here in this house along with me and my cousins." Fleur said as she led the way back towards the entrance hall so they could get to the staircase.

"Fleur?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"How long have you known about this?" He asked gesturing his hand in an all encompassing motion.

"I knew nothing until they asked me to talk about you at the meeting. Even then they would not tell me anything until a few days ago, at which point my aunt explained everything and I tried to get her to stop."

"So, you don't think I should accept then?"

"I didn't say that. I think it definitely has its good and bad sides though."

Tonks couldn't contain her jealousy anymore. All this talk about Harry going off after 10 other women made her angry. She had been getting closer to Harry all this time, for almost three years, and he hasn't even asked her opinion. She didn't know if Harry liked her as more than a friend, like she did him, but to ask for Fleur's opinion before her own was the last straw she could take for that day.

"Of course you think he should consider it. Then you get your chance at being with him don't you? Trying to get in good with him so you can be picked as one of the 10, huh?" Tonks jibed.

"I, I…." Fleur stuttered.

"That wasn't a nice thing to say Tonks," Harry cut in.

Tonks looked a little ashamed at her outburst. After all Fleur was his friend too, she just expected him to show more interest in her than Fleur. She tried to regain control of her emotions and was able to stop her tears from falling, but she couldn't bring herself to look either one in the eye after that.

Nothing else was said as they made their way up to the second floor bedrooms, with Fleur in the lead. Once they reached an elegantly carved oak door, Fleur pushed it open to reveal something similar to the Gryffindor common room that both Tonks and Harry had visited so frequently. The colors were different, of course, and it only had two doors other than the entrance, but it had the same comforting feel and furniture design.

Just like downstairs, everything was marble or wood. Even the floors were hardwood instead of carpet and it was polished to a shine. The common room had a couch, love seat, a set of blue velvet armchairs, all centered around a 4x6 inn table. There was a fireplace against the wall towards the back of the room. On either side of the fireplace was another polished oak door that led to the bedrooms.

"The bedroom on the right is yours, Ms. Tonks. And Harry, yours is on the left. The house elves should have already finished unpacking your things. You each have your own bathrooms and I will come back at dinner time to escort you to the dining hall." She finished before silently turning on her heel and heading out of the suite.

Harry watched her go and felt bad. He wasn't sure why Tonks was so upset. She had never acted this way before, and the situation wasn't even really about her. He decided to dwell on it later. He wanted to take some time and rest. Maybe a nap would help to clear his head.

"I'll see you in a bit Tonks. I want to take a nap. You know, try and look at everything with a clear head in a few hours," Harry said before turning around and going through the door into his room. It was a fairly large room, at least twice the size of his room at the Dursleys. Everything was decorated in Black and Royal Blue reminding him of Ravenclaw colors.

There was a queen sized four posted bed in the middle of the room. The wardrobe was on the wall to the left next to a door that he assumed was the bathroom and a nightstand was next to his bed on the right hand side. His empty trunk lay at the foot of his bed to be used for whatever purposes he required.

Heading into the bathroom he was even more astounded. Instead of the normal swimming pool sized tub that he was expecting he found a small tub about the size of a muggle Jacuzzi and a muggle bath/shower combo. He filled up the tub and decided to soak for a bit before going for his nap. Closing his eyes as the warm water flowed around, allowed Harry some much needed relaxation.

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While Harry was relaxing away in the tub, Tonks was actually doing the exact same thing. After perusing her room, which was identical to Harry's, she thought it was best to take a nice relaxing bath. She couldn't believe she had acted like a spoiled and jealous teenager. She was twenty-five years old. Granted, her jealousy may have to do with the fact that she hasn't had a real boyfriend of her own since muggle grade school, at least one that wasn't an asshole.

She thought that she and Harry had become really close. She'd had a crush on him for the last year or so, ever since she had really gotten to know him. He'd never let on that he noticed her attraction to him. Then again it was possible he didn't know. As long as she had known him he had never really talked to any girls, other than Cho, Hermione and Ginny. Cho was the only one he talked to in a romantic sense, but even then they had grown further apart in the last six months.

Ginny seemed to have grown past her crush on Harry, and Hermione was more of a sister than a dateable person.

Harry seemed to actually confide more in her than the rest of his friends combined. She wasn't sure exactly why but she hoped that it was maybe a sign that he liked her a bit more. 'God, I still sound like a jealous teenager.' She was the only one that he told the prophecy too besides Remus. However, since he knocked up that muggle waitress a few months back no one saw much of him anymore.

"Arrrggghhhh," She groaned. Why did Dumbledore do this? If he ruined her chances with Harry she'd show him how bad of an idea it was to piss off a metamorphmagus.

She climbed out of the tub and dried herself off before going and lying down in bed herself. If Harry was going to go to sleep then she had nothing else to do until dinner time. Resigning herself to try and explain her feelings to Harry soon, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.