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This is an unintentional very steamy chapter by the way.

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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE:

The One Where Tonks Wants A Boob Job

"We're going to McGonagall's suite, follow us," Remus told him.

Harry only nodded glumly, following them down the hall through the tall portrait at the end of the corridor of Godric Gryffindor; the password was "Nyx." Remus urged him to take a seat on the sofa and he looked at Nyx gratefully when she laid her head in his lap. She was growing larger every day and Harry knew that within another six to eight months she was going to be a fully grown tiger; a massive magnificent tiger with the tall pointed ears of a Kneazle and the long feathery tail of a zouwu. He stroked her absentmindedly as he watched McGonagall sit in the chair across from him and Remus sat next to him.

"I wasn't lying — I didn't enter."

"We know, Harry," Remus said, calmly. "First of all, you promised me that you wouldn't and I know that you would never intentionally go back on your word. And secondly, the look on your face alone… but this is a major concern."

The fireplace lit up next to them and Sirius and Zee stepped out followed by Tonks. Harry was crushed into Zee's embrace as Sirius stood over him, his hands in his hair.

"Minnie, how the fuck did this happen? Dumbledore and Crouch assured me that every possible precaution was being taken!"

Harry kept his arms around Zee, surprising himself when he realized that he wanted to cry and he blinked back his tears. "I didn't enter, Uncle Siri!"

Zee kissed his cheek, letting go only long enough to sit next to him, keeping her arms still wrapped around him. "Of course you didn't, sweetie!"

Tonks was staring at him. "But how did someone confuse the Goblet of Fire? An object that powerful, someone must have tampered with it and to have done so without leaving any evidence behind?"

Remus cleared his throat. "We have a few theories and none of them are better than the last, but Snape's theory makes the most sense. Severus thinks that someone used a powerful Confundus Charm to confuse the Goblet of Fire, he says that it's the only way it could have been confused into picking a fourth name and I think that he's right. Minerva agrees."

"If someone confunded it and then charmed the parchment with Harry's name to be the only Hogwarts champion for the fourth school, it is plausible. But the person who did so had to have used a strong enough charm to overcome the powers of the magical artefact itself and they obviously had been planning to do it for weeks," she explained, letting out a frustrated sigh. "If not months and I can assure you that none of the students here are powerful enough to have done it."

"Do we think that they were working alone?" Zee asked. "If it had to be done by someone powerful then, they must have had help!"

McGonagall shook her head. "That's just it, we don't know."

"Who had access to the goblet?" Sirius demanded, his eyes flashing in anger. "Other than the students, who had access to it?"

"Albus put an Age Line around it and I can assure you, it was powerful enough to stop anyone underage from crossing it. But that still leaves all of the Hogwarts staff, Karakroff, Maxime, Bagman, and Crouch not to mention the few Ministry witches and wizards who were in out of the school in the last twenty-four hours to check on things."

Sirius was staring at his son, eyes wide. "That's too many bloody options! I want the names of every bleeding Ministry witch and wizard who stepped foot in this bloody castle! I want them immediately checked over for any sign of a Dark Mark, the use of Polyjuice Potion, the Imperius Curse — I don't care, I want them examined!"

"Sirius, I can't just go seize and search them without just cause," Tonks exclaimed.

"One of them did this, Tonks, and I want to know who! I want to know who is attempting to get my son killed by entering him in this goddamn tournament!"

"Sirius!" Zee exclaimed, her arms still wrapped around Harry. "You panicking is not helping matters! Harry is stressed enough without watching you overreact!"

Sirius knelt down in front of his son. "I'm sorry, Harry — how are you doing with this?"

"Did someone really enter my name in an attempt to kill me?" he asked, his eyes wide.

Sirius leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "You are going to prove them all wrong and win this damn thing." He kissed him again, tugging him close for a hug. "We are going to work together twice a week, learning everything you possibly can in preparation for the First Task."

"But I don't even know what it's going to be! It's supposed to test my daring, I don't even know what that means and it's in twenty-four days!"

Remus reached over to touch Harry's shoulder. "As a professor, I cannot directly help you, Harry, but as your father, you can bet that I will be giving Sirius as much help as possible."

"As will I," McGonagall said from the chair. "Our Gryffindor Champion is going to have a chance at this no matter what."

Harry swallowed, feeling a bit relieved and nodded. Nyx was still lying with her head in his lap and he kept stroking her calmly. She was a beautiful animal and the fact that she was trying to calm him, he found oddly reassuring. He looked up at the people around him, his family, and he let out a slow breath.

"I can do this," he said, quietly. "It's not like someone hasn't tried to kill me before, right?"

Sirius kissed his head again. "Well, not the point, but yes. You can do this, Harry, and we will be there every step of the way, preparing and assisting you in any way that we can. That I can promise you."

Harry hugged his godfather tightly, closing his eyes. "Okay. Where do we begin?"

~ ASC ~

When Remus dropped Harry back off at Gryffindor Tower, he made his way back to McGonagall's suite, his head pounding. He had done his best to reassure his son that everything was going to be all right, but he wasn't quite sure that it was accurate. How had this happened?

Sirius was still pacing in front of the fireplace when he went back into the living room of McGonagall's suite. He only looked up at the sight of his friend. "Is Harry okay?"

Remus shrugged. "As well as can be expected."

Sirius nodded and went back to pacing. "I don't understand how this goblet could have been as safe as houses when anyone seventeen and older could have simply added a younger student's name to begin with. Can we just talk about what a huge bloody loophole that is? That's more than just a sodding loophole actually, that's a bleeding problem that was completely overlooked! At this point, we're bloody lucky that Harry was the only underage contestant to begin with!"

"Sirius, it wasn't that simple! I'm sure that there was more protection on the goblet than that. Dumbledore did specifically say that the students had to submit themselves."

"He did, Minnie, yes, however, as this clusterfuck with Harry has proven, anyone could have bloody submitted anyone else's name that they bloody well wanted! That's a huge oversight that the Department of Magical Games and Sports conveniently forgot to look into!" Sirius exclaimed. "And don't think that I won't be having it out with Bagman when I see him!"

Zee stood up, taking his hand in hers and urging him to go take a seat on the sofa. She kept his hand tightly in hers. "It was an oversight, yes, but right now it's hardly the part that we should be looking at. We need to help Harry in every way that we can. There's only twenty-four days until the first task."

"Absolutely, but we also need to get that idiot Fudge out of the Ministry!"

Remus frowned. "Fudge is a lot of things, Sirius, but he can't be blamed for this. He was overseeing a great deal of the tournament true, but he wasn't the one handling the specifics."

"No, but he was the one who ordered thirty Dementors to roam freely across the Hogwarts grounds last year and get me accidentally Kissed!"

Zee leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Which you absolutely cannot use against him because Harry and Hermione used a Time Turner illegally to stop that from happening! And he stopped Umbridge's man-hunt against Remus and the Undesirable Bill."

Sirius frowned. "I hate it when you're right."

Tonks was tapping her foot on the ground as she stared at her cousin. "In the meantime, what are we going to do to help Harry? Remus, can you and Minerva really not help him?"

Remus ran his fingers through his hair. "Technically no, because we are professors we are forbidden from directly helping him in any of the tasks, however if I was to mention a few suggestions to my beautiful Auror and she happened to teach him, well, that of course would not be me helping him at all."

Tonks grinned. "Good show!"

McGonagall nodded. "We will train him to the best of our abilities. Hopefully the first task won't be too dangerous. I imagine that it won't be a well kept secret too much longer. These things always have a way of getting out."

Tonks bit her bottom lip. "I, er, I may know what it is, or at least part of it."

Remus' eyes widened. "What?"

Tonks sighed and hesitated before she spoke. "I might be wrong, in fact, I'm desperately hoping that I am wrong, but… do you remember when Charlie came to see us last term and he said that he had been drafted by the Ministry for a top-secret project involving dragons?"

Remus paled. "Blast!"

"Bloody hell!" Sirius said at the same time.

McGonagall simply paled. "Merlin, that can't be... I mean, they wouldn't actually have them fight a dragon would they?"

Tonks shook her head. "I have no idea. I'll try to contact Charlie and see if I can get him to reveal anything to me. You try to see what you can figure out. How are we going to train Harry?"

"Sirius, you and Tonks can both visit the school whenever necessary, without Quidditch, Harry should be free most nights for training other than Advanced Defence Club. Whatever you might think he needs to learn to help him I suggest that you teach him," McGonagall said. "You can use Remus' suite as a private training area or you can bring him home if you wish."

"I'm going to call Papa too," Zee told Sirius. "He might have some suggestions to help and he might even be able to come to Scotland and give him some lessons himself."

Sirius only nodded. "He's been in dangerous situations before and he's made it out knowing a lot less. Of course, actually watching him go through the situation instead of finding out about it after the fact is completely different, but nevertheless, he's been through worse."

"He did slay a giant Basilisk with only the Sword of Gryffindor when he was twelve," Remus said with a smile. "I mean, at that point, what's a dragon to him?"

Sirius let out a tiny strangled laugh. "Merlin, I wish Jamie was here. He would know what to do; how to guide him."

Zee kissed his cheek. "So do you. We're not going to let him do this alone, baby. We will be there, every step that we can be."

"Minerva, let's try to figure out what could be important for him to know straight away. If we can make a list and get that started, it will be a great help. Sirius, next Thursday, night? You and Nymphadora can start his training?"

Sirius only nodded at Remus. "Next Thursday, we'll be there."

~ ASC ~

Harry went back up to his dorm that night feeling slightly better. He wasn't just going to be thrown into this tournament. He was going to have help from his fathers and from others. Of course knowing someone entered him with the express desire that he be killed was something else entirely. His first thought concerning who it could have been would be Voldemort, but if Voldemort wanted him for some ritual then he most certainly didn't want him to perish in this tournament, right? Unless of course he needed him dead for the ritual? That was a disturbing image, Harry thought as he stepped into his dorm. But there was no way that Voldemort had snuck into Hogwarts in the middle of the night to enter Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire. He knew that at least was a fact.

He was surprised to find all four of his dorm mates awake and waiting for him.

"Hey, you blokes didn't have to wait up," he said in surprise.

Seamus shrugged. "Of course we did! What the hell happened, mate? How did you get your name in?"

"I didn't," he insisted for the umpteenth time in exasperation. "I was telling the truth. I never entered."

Neville's eyebrow rose. "What does that mean exactly? What did Lupin have to say?"

Harry sighed and dragged his fingers through his hair causing it to stick up in every which direction. "That's it, no one really knows. But they think that Snape has the most plausible theory: Someone confunded the goblet into thinking that I was the only champion for a fourth school, which is why my name come up, and they think that it was most likely done in an attempt to get me killed or at least gravely injured."

Ron's eyes widened. "Are you kidding?"

"I bloody well wish I was," Harry muttered. "And I have to compete because it's a magically binding contract. No new names can be chosen because the goblet has gone out. Uncle Siri and Uncle Rem said that they are going to start training me, well, Uncle Siri will be, as technically Uncle Rem can't help me because he's a Hogwarts teacher."

"Wow," Dean said, quietly, his eyes wide. "That's insane! So, not only do you have to compete in this dangerous tournament, but your competition is three seventeen-year-olds!"

"Krum and Delacour are eighteen, but yeah."

"It's kind of amazing though, right?" Dean prompted. "I mean, if you win, it's going to be eternal glory and all that jazz."

Harry frowned. "What are the chances of me honestly winning this thing? I'm a goner!"

Ron glared at him. "No, you're not! You're a powerful wizard, Harry, and like we said the other day, this is stuff that you can do! Remember all of the obstacles that we faced on the way to the Stone? In the Chamber? You're going to be fine!"

"But I had help with all of that stuff!" Harry exclaimed.

"And you're going to have help now," Ron said, calmly. "No one is going to let you die, Harry."

Harry stared at his friends, relief coursing through him. "Thanks, I mean… thanks."

Ron stood up and pulled Harry close for a tight hug. Harry clung to him, feeling more so relieved that his friends were on his side.

Neville grinned at him. "Do you want to get some rest, Harry, or do you want to play a game or something?"

"I could stay up for a bit," he admitted, squeezing Ron's arm as he pulled away. "I don't think that I want to see what I might dream about when I close my eyes."

He smiled gratefully at them as the four of them tugged blankets and pillows down to the floor in between his and Ron's bed, making a makeshift fort and spreading out comfortably.

"What are we talking about?" Ron asked, stifling a yawn. "About the tournament?"

"No, honestly, anything else," Harry said gratefully, changing into his pyjamas before he joined his friends on the floor.

Seamus bit his lip nervously as he looked around at them. "I have something, maybe..." when everyone looked at him, he let out a slow breath. "I um… I think I might be well… I might have sex."

Dean's eyes widened. "Actually? When? Why do you only think?"

He shrugged, the tips of his ears blushing a bit. "Well, I don't know for sure, but I think so, I mean, my fifteenth birthday was on the twelfth and I think... I think that I'm ready."

"Who's the bird?" Ron asked, moving to bring out the stash of sweets that they kept in the window seat and tossing a chocolate frog at Harry.

"Just someone that I've been fooling around with," Seamus said, quickly, his ears reddening. "We're keeping it quiet for now."

"Nothing wrong with that," Harry said, smiling at him. "But do you really think that you're really ready?"

He nodded. "I do, yeah. I mean… yeah, I think I'm ready."

"You have to tell us what it's like," Ron said, curiosity in his voice.

Dean shrugged. "It's kind of amazing."

All eyes moved to him and he grinned.

"Er, yeah, I might have um... with Parvati… in September."

"Dean!" Seamus exclaimed, his mouth open in surprise. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wanted to," he admitted. "But it just never seemed to be the right opportunity."

Neville's eyes were big as he stared at them. "I haven't even held a girl's hand!"

Dean grinned at him. "It was brilliant! I mean, the first time was okay for her, not great granted, but the next time... she was all wet and warm and... it was incredible! I've never felt anything like it before."

"Wow," Neville said, quietly.

Seamus was looking at Dean, his eyes clouded. He seemed to catch himself and he nodded. "Well, good for you, mate. I guess you and Parvati are getting kind of serious then?"

Dean shrugged. "A little, I guess, yeah."

Ron simply stared at them. "I can't even believe that you've had sex!"

Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal. "When the opportunity arises, you know? Right, Seam?"

Seamus only nodded. "Right."

Harry cleared his throat. "Well, I personally am not ready for that yet," he admitted as Ron and Neville both looked grateful for this. "I mean, snogging is brilliant and this summer, I met this girl in Georgia named Harley and it was just great. She even let me kiss her tits — through her shirt and her bra — and that was just so bloody brilliant, but... I don't know if I'm ready to go any further than that. After the Cup last year, I didn't tell you, but Sophie got a little frisky when we were snogging, gave me a hand job and yes, it was amazing but... I don't know, it seemed too fast and I don't know if I want to do something like that again unless it's with someone that I really care about."

"That's good of you, Harry," Seamus told him. "That's how I feel. I want to and I think that I'm ready and I really, really care about W-her, so I want to, but I don't want to do it with just anyone, you know?"

They all sat there with pensive looks on their faces as they munched on candy. It wasn't until Neville spoke up again that Harry realized that no one had spoken in over a minute.

"There's supposed to be a dance at Christmas time and... what if no one wants to go with me?"

Harry grinned at him. "That won't be a problem, Nev, trust me, you'll find someone to have a brilliant time with."

They chatted a bit more about girls and kissing before heading into their own beds and bunking down for the night. Ron stayed on the floor with Harry, passing him more sweets. Harry was surprised to see that it was already after two in the morning. He felt better after talking to his friends and to his family, but the idea of the tournament looming over him was still on his mind and he was grateful when he finally climbed into his own bed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Seamus simply lied in his bed, his eyes on the ceiling of his four poster. He was thinking of giving his virginity to Will. They hadn't talked about it officially, but he knew that Will had done it before and he wanted to. He wanted to go further because touching him, kissing him, sucking him, and being kissed, touched, and sucked in return was everything that he had ever imagined it would be and he wanted to know what it felt like to do it all. He wanted to sink himself deep into Will more than he wanted to do anything else in the world so he couldn't understand why it was bothering him so much that Dean had slept with Parvati.

He punched his pillow in anger and then jumped when his bed curtains opened and Dean crawled inside, sitting across from him on the end of his bed.

"Dean! What are you doing in here?" Seamus hissed in surprise.

Dean pulled out his wand and muttered a privacy charm. "I wanted to talk to you. How come you never told me that you were seeing somebody? I thought that we told each other everything."

"You never told me that you had sex with Parvati!" Seamus accused.

"I wanted to, but you weren't here, and then every time I tried... I don't know. Who are you seeing?"

"We're keeping it a secret," Seamus murmured.

"Why? Is she ugly?"

"No!" he exclaimed. "Look, sometimes I just want to keep things private, okay?"

Dean merely raised an eyebrow. "No need to get so testy. It's just that when your best mate is keeping something from you, it tends to annoy you." He rubbed a hand down the front of his pyjama pants. "Besides, I was kind of hoping you might want to help a bloke out with that talented mouth of yours?" he asked, tugging his pyjama bottoms and his boxers down and pulling out his erection.

Seamus gulped. "I just told you that I was seeing someone and you just finished telling me that you've been having sex with Parvati!"

"Vat won't use her mouth. She says that it doesn't seem very clean. She says the fact that I'm not cut weirds her out and she won't put it in her mouth, but she's great with her hands. We've only had sex three times and... Seam, no one has blown me since you last term."

"You have a girlfriend," Seamus repeated.

"She doesn't make me feel as good as you," he said, quietly, his hand slowly pumping himself. "Please?"

Seamus stared down at Dean's large erection, watching as the glistening tip slowly emerged from the skin before disappearing again, and he found himself licking his lips before he shook his head. "No. I'm with someone, Dean."

Dean merely stayed where he was, fondling himself. "Never stopped you before. Come on, Seam, what are friends for? Use your mouth."

"I said no," Seamus said angrily. "You said so yourself, it was experimenting! We're friends, but I'm not here to just get you off whenever you feel like it!"

Dean continued to pump himself, moving faster now as he kept his eyes on Seamus'. "All right, you can just watch then."

"I don't want to —"

"— Yes, you do," Dean insisted, locking his eyes with his friend as he worked himself over.

Seamus wanted to tear his eyes away, but he found that he couldn't and when Dean finished, wiping his hand on Seamus' sheets, guilt swam through him. "Get out," he said, quietly.

Dean only stared at him, tugging his pjs back up. "Who's the bloke, Seam?"

Seamus' eyes widened. "W-w-what?"

"Who's the bloke?" he repeated. When Seamus didn't respond he merely nodded. "I thought Will seemed like a nice bloke at the Cup and when I saw you talking to him again a few weeks ago, it all clicked into place. You never cared when you were with Lavender. In fact, your hands and mouth found themselves on my cock pretty frequently when you were with her. Will's different I take it."

Seamus simply stared at him. "Dean... I..."

"Are you ashamed?"

Seamus swallowed, slowly. "No, I… I don't know. I liked Lavender and I like Will and I... maybe I'm bi."

Dean simply stared at him. "No, Seam, you're not." He climbed off of the bed, adjusting his pyjama pants as he did so.

"How long have you known?" he whispered, his eyes downcast.

Dean lifted his friend's chin and stared into his eyes. "Really known? Since the moment I woke up last Christmas morning with your mouth wrapped around my cock. Sure, you were curious and I get that, who isn't a little bit, but… mate, you told me how good I tasted and... I just knew."

"Do you hate me?"

"Are you kidding?"

Seamus shrugged. "I lied to you."

Dean snorted. "Nah, you didn't. But I do think that you're lying to yourself and I'm not okay with my best mate doing that. If you really like this Will bloke, and if you're thinking about having sex with him then, I'm guessing that you do, maybe it's time that you stop lying to yourself."

"Dean?"

Dean looked back at his friend from between the curtains. "Yeah?"

"Don't let Parvati tell you it's weird. You have a great cock, foreskin and all."

Dean smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. "I know it. Think about what I said, Seam."

Seamus watched him crawl back into his own bed and he let out a slow breath, rolling over to punch his pillow again. He wasn't lying to himself, Dean was wrong about that, he thought. But his hand reached down to grip his hard cock and as he pumped himself he imagined Dean watching him, then he imagined Will's mouth, and when he came, he let out a soft muffled sob.

And when he closed his eyes, he didn't really know what the truth was and that scared him a little more than he wanted to admit.

~ ASC ~

By the time that Remus and Tonks made it back to the cottage, Remus' brain was still on overdrive. The thought of Harry being a TriWizard Champion was mind-boggling and he was simultaneously terrified and excited for his boy. He dragged his fingers through his hair as Tonks stood up on her toes to kiss him.

"It's going to be okay, Rem."

"You don't actually know that, Dora," he said softly, lowering his hands to her waist.

"I don't know it for sure, no, but in my heart I believe that it will be and that he will be." She stood on her toes to kiss him again and he lifted her, smiling when she wrapped her legs around his waist as they deepened their kiss.

"I don't know what I would do without you," he whispered against her neck.

She smiled and kissed him again. "Go mad, obviously."

His lips trailed down her neck, over her collarbone and his fingers gripped the bottom of her jumper, tugging it over her head. His eyes widened at the sight of the blue denim shirt she wore. "Is this mine?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she told him with a grin. "It clearly belongs to me now."

"Now," he said on a strangled laugh. "So, it was mine."

She unbuttoned it and let it drop to the floor behind her. "Now it's off so it hardly matters."

He grinned and lowered his head to her chest, kissing the swell of her breasts over her bra.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as his lips brushed her skin in a gentle caress.

She smiled as he walked them towards the bedroom, dropping her down onto their bed. "We had a training session today and afterwards I was trying on some of the new athletic uniforms for size and Atwell told me that I'd be much prettier if I had bigger breasts because I would fill out the vest nicer with my sports bra. She's quite curvy, I mean, not Zee curvy, but she's really pretty. It is something that I've thought about before, I told her. I mean, all I have to do is imagine how I —"

Remus' mouth covered hers as her bra came undone and off; then his mouth bent down to work over her left breast. "No."

"No?" she squeaked in surprise as his teeth grazed her. "It would be no different than changing my hair colour."

"No," he growled, kissing her breasts tenderly. "You are perfect."

She smiled at him. "Sometimes a girl gets to be a little vain."

Remus' eyes met hers as his tongue stroked her nipple. "Why would you ever want to change yourself?"

Tonks blushed, tugging his face up to hers. "Well, I mean no one thinks their body is completely perfect. I mean, I really like my bum, I think it has a nice shape to it, but my tits have always been rather small, like a chubby boy's and maybe I should —"

Remus' hands cupped each breast. "These are magnificent," he insisted, lowering his mouth back to them. "Definitely not like a chubby boy."

She groaned when his teeth grazed her. "It's my body, you know, if I want to change it, I can."

Remus stopped kissing her, tugging off her trousers and knickers until she lay naked before him. His whisky coloured eyes moved over her, full of lust, love, and desire. He slid his hand down her stomach, between her legs, spreading her with his fingers and making her gasp. He bent his head to kiss her stomach, his fingers pumping her achingly slow.

"I won't stop you," he whispered. "I just want you to be happy and if changing your body will make you happy, I can't tell you otherwise. However, I love you just like this," he said, bending his head to nuzzle her breasts, cupping them in his free hand and sucking on the skin. "Breasts spilling over my fingers, in my mouth, as my fingers are inside of you," he whispered, pumping her faster as her breath hitched. "I love the way your skin glows a soft pink when I pleasure you; the dimple on the top of your bum that begs me to kiss it before I bury my cock deep inside of you."

She groaned as he added a third finger, panting now.

"I love how you taste, your skin, your nipples, your lips, your... cavern," he said making her grin as she moaned. "I love how your breasts fit perfectly in my hands, how I can fit my mouth right around most of them, how soft they are, how beautiful… how my teeth marks are just here in a soft white scar that covers the entire underside and how I can see it when I look at you because they are the perfect size," he said, twirling his fingers now in a new rhythm that made her cry out, her legs falling open wider.

"I love your beautiful brown curls, the birthmark on the back of your neck that you glamour away, the thirteen freckles on your nose and the three freckles on your left shoulder that you try to hide," he said, his tongue sweeping across her nipple as his fingers began to pump faster and faster.

Tonks was moaning desperately now, her hands in his hair. "Remus..."

He smiled at her, his tongue continuing to tantalize her breasts as his fingers worked her over. "I love these gorgeous grey eyes, the different shades of pink you're always experimenting with that make you so vibrant. I love the dark purple you choose between your legs," he said, using his teeth to graze her nipples now and she cried out.

Merlin, she was so close, she thought, so close. "Rem," she moaned.

He simply wrapped his mouth around as much of her breast as he could, sucking hard and she screamed, clenching around his fingers as she came. The guttural sound of pleasure that came from her made his erection strain against his jeans. He kept his lips on her breasts, eyes on her hair as it shifted through a variety of colours as she let go. He continued to play with her breasts as he slid his hands around to squeeze her bum and then he bent his head lower and used his mouth.

Tonks was crying his name as he brought her over again. His tongue and fingers working simultaneously as she screamed. When his mouth finally met hers she slid her fingers into his hair and smiled in satisfaction.

"I'm not as perfect as you make me out to be."

His lips touched hers, softly. "But you are perfect to me just as you are. I just want you to be happy, my Nymphadora, in every possible way."

She slid her hands down his chest and unzipped his jeans, finding him hard and ready for her. "Having you here with me is all I need." She stroked him as his eyes crossed and she smiled. "I want you, Professor."

Remus grinned and pulled his jumper over his head and his shirt as Tonks shoved his black jeans and boxers down. He didn't bother removing his socks, instead he just rolled over, tugging her down on top of him. "Show me how you want me, Dora."

She smiled in triumph, lowering her head to lick him and he groaned. She positioned herself over him and took him deep into her. She placed one hand on his chest and the other gripped her hair as she rode him, her grey eyes never leaving his. And when she came all over again, he simply held on, furiously meeting her demand until he let go and emptied himself.

Tonks buried her face in his neck. He was still inside of her and she refused to move. It felt too good to have him there, inside of her, like he was part of her.

His hand slid up to cup a breast, kneading softly and she lifted her head to kiss him.

"I love you so much, sometimes it just grips me by the throat, you know?"

"I know," he said kissing her, rolling her onto her side and taking her again. She shouted his name when she came, her eyes wide as he took his pleasure.

"I can't ever move again," she whispered against his chest a little while later.

Remus grinned and rolled her onto her stomach, shifting a pillow beneath her abdomen. "That's all right, love, I'll do the moving for both of us."

And then he was filling her once more and she groaned.

He came and she turned to snuggle into him, kissing his neck. It was a little while later when she finally spoke, her breath still shaky.

"It's a wolf thing, right?"

"Hmm?"

"The stamina… I mean, Godric, you've barely finished and you're taking me again, it's a wolf thing, right?"

He kissed her nose. "Sometimes I can't... you'll tell me if it's too much? I don't want to hurt you."

Tonks grinned against his chest. "Trust me, my screams are definitely not from pain, Professor."

He grinned back and kissed the top of her head. "Nymphadora?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you really wish that you had huge knockers?"

She smiled up at him. "I think they're a nice size to be honest, small and compact like an apple, true, but with the right bra I still have decent cleavage so, I guess they're okay. Plus I can go braless and no one even really notices, but I just… when she pointed it out I got to thinking and I thought maybe that you wished they were bigger. You really don't wish for me to make them bigger?"

He kissed her deeply. "I really don't wish that. I love you exactly the way you are, but if you choose to change something about yourself, I won't stop loving you."

She smiled. "I'll keep them for now. But you know if I decide to, I'll tell you first."

Remus nodded and tugged the blankets up around them. "Deal."

~ ASC ~

When Seamus pulled Will into the empty classroom on the fourth floor the next morning, he threw his arms around the taller boy's neck to tug his mouth down to his. He literally sighed in pleasure at the taste of him. Will slid his hands up Seamus' back, kissing him deeply.

"Mmm," he murmured against him. "I missed you."

Seamus smiled at him. "I missed you, too. Can you talk for a bit?"

Will nodded, his green eyes looking at him in concern. "Of course. Everything all right?"

He shrugged, dragging his fingers through his hair. "I—I don't know."

Will took his hand, tugging Seamus over to a chair in the corner and making himself comfortable in his boyfriend's lap. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips and nuzzled his neck for a moment. "I'm listening."

Seamus sighed and buried his face in Will's neck as his arms came around him. "I… last night, Dean came to see me."

"Okay."

"He... he tried to get me to blow him and I wouldn't and... he touched himself in front of me... and… I… I watched him."

Will nodded, pulling away just a little. "Oh?"

"Will, I... he was doing it, intentionally, I know that now. He was trying to get me to admit that I'm..."

Will's green eyes met his. "That you're what?"

"Gay," he said in a tumble of breath.

Will smiled and kissed him softly. "I already knew that, silly."

Seamus pouted. "Well, I... I mean, I guess I knew, but I didn't want… not really, and... Will..."

"What?" he asked, planting soft kisses along the side of his neck. "You can tell me anything."

Seamus cupped Will's face in his hands, looking deep into the green eyes. "I want to make love with you. I want to bend you over that desk over there and just bury myself deep until you're screaming my name and I'm terrified because I've never done that before."

Will kissed him. "Are you terrified because you've never done it or are you terrified that I'm going to let you?"

"Both," he said, his eyes on his as Will's words made him tremble in desire.

Will kissed him again, shifting so that he was straddling his boyfriend in the chair. "I love you, Seamus. You're funny and quirky and kind and you make me smile. You're sexy and sweet and I want you more than anything. I love having you as my secret boyfriend, but nothing would make me happier than being able to claim you publicly as mine."

Seamus stared at him and then he leaned in and kissed him deeply. "I don't want to hide anymore. I want the world to know that you're mine as well."

Will kissed him again, more passionately this time, stroking his bottom lip with his tongue. "And you want to be on top, eh?"

Seamus blushed, "Well, I mean, it does seem kind of... I mean... yeah, yeah, I want to be inside of you."

Will grinned widely. "I want you inside of me."

Seamus turned a darker shade of red and Will kissed him again.

"Friday. After dinner, meet me by Ravenclaw Tower and we'll go up to my bedroom."

Seamus' eyes widened. "In your room?"

Will nodded. "Yes, in my room. If you're going to take me, Seam, I want it to be in my own bed. Don't worry, we'll be discreet and I'll use privacy and silencing charms."

"But your roommates —?"

"Two of them will be at Defence Club and the other two I can guarantee will be in the library studying for OWLs. We'll have the whole place to ourselves and then you'll be nice and hidden in my bed behind my curtains, I promise. Do you trust me?"

Seamus nodded. "Of course."

Will kissed him again. "And by Friday you'll have more time to think about it; to make sure that it's what you really want."

"It is," Seamus insisted.

Will smiled, kissing his throat, his lips lingering over his Adam's apple. "Mmm, I hope so, but if you decide that you're not ready, that's okay too."

"You've done it before?"

"With my last boyfriend, yeah."

"And were you on the top?"

Will shook his head. "No, I like the bottom like I'm going to be with you." He kissed him again. "Whatever you want. But until then... can I tell people that you're my boyfriend?"

Seamus nodded, his eyes wide. "I... yes."

Will smiled. "How about we only tell them if they ask?"

Seamus looked relieved by this and smiled when Will kissed his neck again. "Okay, but on one condition?"

"What's that?" he asked.

Seamus smiled at him. "You can kiss me whenever and wherever you want and I can do the same to you."

Will's smile widened. "Anywhere I want, eh? That has a lot of meaning."

Seamus simply grinned. "I love you, Will."

Will's eyes softened and he kissed him softly. "I love you, too."

Seamus buried his face in the crook of the taller boy's neck and he smiled. He had never felt happier in his whole life.

End Author's Note:

Two things here:

1. I wanted Dean to come off as a bit of an asshole, but also a really supportive friend. He's not stupid and he knows that his friend is lying and he wants Seamus to be himself and to be comfortable with himself which is why I wrote it the way that I did and

2. I hate how people always assume that because Tonks is a Metamorphmagus she looks like some form of a supermodel — she doesn't. In my mind she is about 167cm (5'6), lean, athletic, small breasts, I kind of picture her body type like Keira Knightly a bit to be honest. I think that one of the best parts of Tonks is that she is a badass Auror who is clumsy as fuck, and the only thing that she consciously changes about herself is her hair colour and glamours away those few unwanted freckles, but she is confident in who she is and doesn't change her appearance in drastic ways. I wanted Remus to love that about her, to tell her how much he loved her the way she is and that if she did decide to change something drastic about herself that he would still love her. I think that's the most beautiful part of their relationship.

That is all. Please review!