A/N:(sometime in 2018) I read another Hermionadora…Tonksamione… doramiine…hermionks…metamorphmionegus…grangeronks? Either way I've been discovering the amazing
Love and War by SoManySkullz
If you have the time I highly recommend reading that fic.
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Here is where we will begin diverting more from the original story
Disclaimer: NSFW smut in this chapter, you have been warned if this bothers you
A/ N: updated 5-13-20
Wolf thoughts
Wolf spoken words
Hermione's thoughts
Deep into the night a very drunk Nymphadora Tonks stumbled into her flat. She was right pissed, firewhisky had started the night, but ended in a stream of countless muggle drinks…
The evening began after she hung up her Auror's robes ending her entirely too long shift. Tired from Moody's tirade of 'constant vigilance!'
They had been patrolling on their brooms all evening, keeping a keen eye out for the Death Eater attacks that informants had said were coming. While they had a few skirmishes, nothing to the scale at which were predicted to had happened just yet. She had been restless since dropping her mate off at Hogwarts' gates. Tonks knew she had to keep busy, so she threw herself into her work at the ministry. When she wasn't working, she volunteered at the Order headquarters.
Tonight however, she was frustrated. Longing for her mate, feeling trapped having to hunker down constantly, she decided enough was enough! Getting right sloshed was the best idea she had to date. So after pre-gaming on some leftover firewhisky she had in her flat, Tonks made her way out for the night, dressed like a member of the muggle American band The Runaways.
Muggle London at night came alive. Usually bustling with tourist during the day, locals could catch their breath at night. Youth enjoying spirits, and general mayhem. The nightclub scene was bumping, euro techno banging out a rhythmic primal beat.
Emerging from her flat, Dora ran into one of her muggle friends from down the hall. Agreeing to start out together, the muggle woman introduced Tonks to a drink called a Shandy. The drink was compromised of a beer mixed with 7up or sprite. Truly a weird muggle concoction that Tonks admitted tasted surprisingly good, especially after a few pints of Guinness… and 5 Long Island iced teas…and several royal flush's…
Several muggle men had tried to chat up the auror, only to have a feminine hand placed on their face mid game, shooting them down. One truly clueless muggle male ended up not taking the hint. The persistent prick found himself with a broken wrist and face bloodied against the table in front of her. This all happened after he had tried to grope her without her permission, after she had tried to shut him down. Tonks had wrenched his wandering hand behind his back, mumbling something drunkenly about her mate eating them alive… if she had ever found out he had laid hands on her... This woman was not a delicate flower, she was a badass auror and kicked the fool away. Security guards present didn't bat an eye pulling the unconscious male from her feet, glad they didn't have to deal with the repeat offender again.
Tonks had then promptly went back to drinking the hard liquor she had switched to at that point. She continued to stumble around clumsily from one smoky pub to the next.
Her evening finished off after it had been raining some time. Dora had fallen off of the entrance steps to the next pub into a giant mud pit, cutting her eyebrow with the impact. She had been wildly laughing about her ancestors being sour about her being a mudblood loving something or other to the confusion of the muggle patrons. Luckily, the doorman ended up being a kind squib, and had hurriedly corralled the drunk woman while calling a cab for the her. She had patted her pockets down when the cabbie had asked her address. Tonks was happy to find that she had a laminated card stitched into the inside of her coat. This item had been made for just this occasion, it told of her address, since she hadn't the foggiest as to where exactly she lived at this point. This pub crawl had not been her first rodeo, as it were.
Finally making it up to her flat, she forewent her keys for her backup lock. She placed her hand on the door while speaking 'open sesame seed buns!' Not her most eloquent spell but it made her laugh every time.
Covered in dried flaking off mud from head to toe, her unlaced boots, skinny ripped jeans tucked into them, a dark tank top under a leather trench coat also stained and caked in mud and alcohol, barely hanging onto her staggering form. With the last bottle of some kind of alcohol clung to her left hand, and a half burnt cigarette hanging out of her mouth, purple hair going every which way.
She unceremoniously dropped her trench coat, or rather tried to, but she had forgotten that her hand held the remains of the last of her libations.
'Oi what's the big idea!' The metamorphmagus yelled at the offending clothing article clinging to her arm. She swiftly kicked it, only to end up face down tangled in her filthy coat.
Grumbling incoherently she rolled over onto her back and looked up to the ceiling of her front room. At a glance she could see the front door still open, so she flicked her wrist that held a red plastic straw, expecting the door to close at her wordless spell.
'Bugger me!' She cursed, throwing the plastic nuisance, and fumbled managing to wrench her arm free and giving up her alcohol in the process to her coat. She grabbed her wand and spelled the door closed and warded it silently, she had perfected the art of drunk spelling through years of diligent practice.
Tonks laughed at that thought. 'He he constant vigilance…zzzzz' half snoring at the end she woke herself up and noticed her wand was still in the air towards the door. She glanced at her now bare arm and got a mischievous grin on her face as she dropped her wand and began on her drunk masterpiece she was going to send her sexy mate.
Meanwhile across country…
Hermione had been studying hard the last two days. Her NEWTS were to take place tomorrow evening, and she had to focus if she were to receive the grades she had hoped for, if she wanted any chance at a decent career.
Her beta had offered the chance at the exams before the end of term. Hermione had always been a bright witch, and Minerva had no doubt that the girl could ace the test with little effort. Minerva felt that the upcoming war had the likelihood of interrupting Mia's education, and as her beta, she wanted to plan for every eventuality for her Alpha and dear friend.
The only hesitation on Hermione's part, was if the conclusion of this test would end her Hogwarts career prematurely. She didn't want to lose the chance to learn all that she could from the teaching staff. Minerva assuaged those fears instantly. She advised her Alpha that this would open more doors for the wolf than the traditional course of action. Having completed the NEWTS would allow Hermione to not only pick and choose her classes, since at that point she would have already met the graduation requirements, but also would allow her to apprentice with one or most likely, multiple professors at the school, jump starting whichever masters program or programs she wanted to pursue.
Minerva had mused that a brilliant mind such as Hermione's would surely go to waste at her current educational track, if not challenged further. Mia had also been able to take her apparation license test, since she was now technically of legal age, passing with flying colors.
After the options had been explained to the bookworm, she was overjoyed at the opportunities opened before her, by her trusted friend and pack mate. Mia was so overjoyed, that the last 48 hours had her lost to the world in her corner of the library at all hours of the day and night.
Winky had brought the brunette food and pushed her into her den for a few hours of cuddle and rest time, as he could sense the discomfort of the wolf, rattling its cage from being away from its mate.
She snuck out of the tangle of soft limbs in the den and went back to the library in the wee hours of the morning. Hermione had just finished her first hour of research, when her wrist started to burn, letting her know that an incoming message from her mate was waiting.
MATE! Her wolf thought happily, mentally wagging its tail.
-This should be good, thought Hermione
She encircled her wrist with her hand in the appropriate movement. Before her, she saw a moving explicit drawing of, what she assumed, was herself and her mate in a lewd, albeit very limber act surrounded by a shaky heart and one jumbled word scribbled above it.
-imwet3uou
If Hermione had been drinking anything liquid, it would have just exploded from her mouth. She had to give it to her witch, it was very well drawn. However, on the other side... the word was a jumble of spelling and punctuational errors, and Dora had even used a number in the word…not even the right number… she face palmed at her girl… mate must be drinking, the wolf thought. The meaning behind the jumbled word and picture had her wolf chomping at the bit to be let out, and find her cheeky mate.
Making a quick decision Hermione stashed her books and study materials in a hidden panel. Out of necessity, she had fashioned the storage spot her first year by her favorite study table. Hermione, then took off through the secret corridors out to the forest where she immediately shifted, not caring about her clothes left in tatters behind her. She had energy to burn all of a sudden and it had to be done now, or the first person she came upon would be in serious trouble.
Mate needs us!
Once she was past the wards, without thinking she apparated to the inside of her witch's apartment while still in her fur.
Tonks had just sent the message
'And now we wait'. She spoke out to no one
She took the last cigarette out from behind her ear and lit it with a snap of her fingers. The clover cigarettes she smoked carried a sweet smell to it. Since she rolled her own, the cancer stick carried much less carcinogenic qualities, well that and the spells she used on them helped. Her mate had been originally upset that the witch would be shortening her life with her habit. The auror had laughed at her muggleborn mate, educating her intelligent woman was quickly becoming one of her favorite things. Unfamiliar with some generally known facts in magical households, the wolf had no way of knowing that wizards didn't have to worry about cancer.
Nymphadora had puffed her last puff of smoke when a loud pop of apparition sounded towards her feet.
Tonks opened her eyes, and there before her was her Alpha mate in all her furry glory, yellow eyes boring down on her. In her entire life she had never heard of someone apparating in their shifted forms. The skill that it took to do that without splinching…well it was unheard of, and she couldn't help her body's reaction to it. Her arousal filled the air and the wolf closed its eyes and smelled the air deeply emitting a low approving growl in response.
Grrr Mate wants us! Must have mate now!
The wolf stepped over to the still prone drunk witch, towering over her form still emanating power until her furry belly was over Tonks' center. With its mighty jaw the beast tore off the tattered shirt and then carefully clawed off the pants leaving only tattered remains, never once breaking her skin.
Tonks couldn't help the wanton moan escape her mouth.
Giving what could only be described as a wolf grin the wolf settled on top of the sobering witch. The deep rumbling in its chest vibrated the now very naked center of its mate.
'Hmmmm, ahhh…neeeeahhh!' Tonks said as she clutched her mate's fur.
The wolf slowly transitioned back to her human, and luckily for Tonks, very naked form. One look into the yellow eyes of the woman above her, told the Auror that the Alpha was in charge this early morning.
'My my little mate you are in for it, interrupting my human's studying… although I can't bring myself to be upset at how this turned out.'
'Oh Merlin Alpha I need you'. Tonks began writhing beneath her
The Alpha held down the Auror's shoulders and pressed her hips deep into her mate effectively trapping and pressing into her witch at the same time. 'Now now witch you will do well this evening to follow my instructions. You will find you enjoy the…' the aplha again thrust into her prone mate, '…rewards for patience and obedience my dear luv'.
Growling in approval at the fresh scent of arousal from her mate below her, the wolf continued.
'Look at you, all wet and wanton for me, I'll bet you won't even need penetration to orgasm tonight.' The Alpha placed her hand at the warm heat she so missed, she began caressing, eliciting the sexiest sounds she had ever heard from her mate.
The Alpha had released the metamorphmagus's shoulders and began setting an agonizingly slow pace, staying on the outside of her lover's slick heat. Kissing and licking all over the older witch's amazingly soft breasts as she sped up, she could tell her mate was on edge about to fall over the precipice. Hermione took her cues from the prone woman and bit down hard on the nipple in her mouth at the same time spelling a vibrating hex on her clit to a cacophony of screams in ecstasy.
They continued on well into the early afternoon, the Alpha dominating her mate over and over. Every time the Auror tried to return the favor Tonks found herself in one submissive position after the other. They christened every inch of Nymphadora's flat, that had been left undiscovered previously by the pair. The wolf getting off as she straddled her mate mid copulation.
Hermione finally relented when the Auror was unable to move. The wolf had scratches all up and down her back.
Badges of honor, the wolf thought.
Hermione rolled her eyes at the Alpha.
Must not remove or cover up gifts from mate
Wouldn't dream of it. Hermione thought
A warm palm broke her from her inner conversation. Smiling down to her woman, she spoke.
'You know luv I'm going to have to leave soon, my exam is in 4 hours.' Hermione said as she leaned down and kissed her mate's exposed neck.
'Mmm I know, I just miss you. What did you think of my drawing?'
A snort was her only response
They both laughed at that, and spoke of things they knew to be coming before Hermione had to hurry back to Hogwarts. The day after her exams she could pack up her gear and begin her summer holiday.
The topic of the upcoming war meant a safety issue for the Gryffindor's muggle parents. All intelligence reports pointed to an early demise if left unprotected, especially to the parents of one third of the recently dubbed 'golden trio.'
A solution that night came from an unlikely source, when word came from Andromeda Tonks, that she had offered Hermione's parents a place to stay until the war had ended. Andy was no stranger to avoiding the dark lord, as she had to do this the entire last war after refusing her arranged marriage to a pure blood, opting to marry for love. Her muggleborn husband had been loving, and a devoted father, someone she was proud to say was hers.
Being a former member of the Most Noble and Ancient house of Black meant that Andromeda had been trained as an excellent duelist. She had always been a trickster and had a wicked sense of humor, yes, but her skill could not be denied. The word from Tonks was that Andy rivaled her crazed sister in that area.
The banished Black daughter had often been underestimated, taught at an early age to hide her skills. Women, were nothing but eye candy for their pure blood husbands to show off. This is probably why Andy never gloated about her unparalleled skill creating wards. Said wards were so strong that even the curse breaker team of Bill and Fleur had commented that they were as close to impenetrable as possible. This knowledge reassured Hermione on the relative saftey of her parents.
The plan was at year end, to have Tonks pick up Hermione at platform 9 ¾. They would go immediately to the muggle parents' dental practice to discuss this needed move, and coincidentally come out in more than one way to her parents as well.
It wasn't that Hermione was ashamed with whom she was, or that she was worried that they would disown her…they were supportive parents and luckily incredibly liberal. It was just that previously she really had no reason to have the uncomfortable conversation. She hadn't been seeing anyone seriously, and her being a werewolf was something she worked tirelessly to hide for their own saftey.
Now, she had to lay everything on the table and convince her parents to give up their practice and live, for Merlin knows how long with their most likely in-laws for their own saftey. The only alternative however was to obliviate them and send them packing to another country and hope for the best…her wolf would not allow her to do such a thing, pride being what it is of a magical beast. She could not dwell on that however since she needed to get back and focus on her upcoming exam…in 2 hours!
'Tonks! Merlin I have to go!'
'Oh shite I didn't realize what time it was, here take some of my clothes, oophaaa!' Tonks said as she stumbled and fell hurriedly out of bed. 'Bloody hell, I'm never drinking again'. She swore as her headache reared it's ugly head
' I don't know luv I kind of like how this turned out.' Hermione said from her view on the bed of her very naked mate sprawled out, open and ready for the taking…'dammit! I have to go!' She swore as she got up and helped her mate to her feet, kissing her soundly. They rushed to the shower and reluctantly cleaned the amazing smell of their activities off of their bodies with minimal distraction…
Hermione quickly used the Floo to her beta's office after getting clean and dressed and having to be pushed through after a teasing remark had her wolf riled up. Landing on her arse with an 'ooff!' She caused her beta to look up from her desk.
'Ah Miss Granger just in time, I thought perhaps you might have been still studying, but it seems you had been otherwise distracted this day. I suppose I should overlook the fact that you broke many school rules by being away from school grounds, perhaps it was a life or death situation?' The Scottish witch queried Stone faced
'Ummm ahhh something like that…'. She mumbled in response after she had rolled on her back and picked herself up.
'I see…'. The elder witch noticed the oddly dressed wolf in front of her, if she had to guess she would say that she had dressed in the dark, rumpled clothing all askew with varying degrees of cleanliness…tight jeans, fitted black t-shirt, no shoes but one black sock and the other a hufflepuff… she facepalmed. 'Miss Granger, I hardly call going halfway across the country for a shag an emergency!'
A quick, menacing growl from Hermione broke the Scottish witch from the beginnings of her tirade. She bowed her head and offered her throat instinctually.
Hermione began to stand and walk towards her beta ready to bite her neck in an act of dominance when she shook her head swiftly. 'Errrm sorry professor. It was all for the saftey of the other students I assure you, I didn't even realize where I was headed until I let my wolf take over and before I knew it we had apparated inside my mate's flat…umm… still in my fur.' Mumbling the last bit.
'You WHAT! Do you know how dangerous that could have been Alpha?' her beta spoke clearly concerned for her younger friend and pack leader.
'Yes Tabby, and I don't plan on a repeat, but thankfully nothing bad happened, and on the positive side I made it back in time..?...' She nervously said the last part
'Come here lass, no need to be worried'. The student embraced her teacher/friend/ and packmate in a fierce hug.
Separating the elder witch spoke, 'Ugg, your mate has not improved upon her cleanliness habits I see.'
Hermione gave a light chuckle, 'Gods I love that girl, but yes strangely enough this is the cleanest of her clothes.'
'Well then the first part of the practical exam would be to see if you could properly perform the scourgify charm while retaining your mate's scent I know your beast needs to keep smelling…then we will go into the written portion, which will include…'