You'll never have to
A/N: Hello, true believers! (That line is owned by Stan Lee, in case you don't know) I present to you, the next installment of You'll never have to. WARNING!! There is a lemon/lime scene at the beginning. I say lemon/lime because it's not a scene with intercourse (which I count as a lemon) but it is descriptive so it is lemony. Hope you enjoy the chapter! Sidenote: It's all from Harry's POV.
Chapter 5
Harry yawned as he woke up from his slumber. The small dream that he had with him and Tonks still swimming in his mind's eye. They had been sitting on a couch in front of a fireplace. It was Christmas time and the whole house was decorated for Christmas. A large, lumbering Douglas fur standing in the corner of the room, presents littered around it. He was talking to Nym when he heard someone shout his name. The dream always ended at the point.
He was jerked from his thoughts as he felt his very real Tonks snuggling into him. They were both naked under her brand new silk sheets, and he felt her bare buttocks rub up against him. He moaned into her ear, panting slightly from her action. There was nothing erotic about it, she was still sleeping and wasn't doing it on purpose, but he ached for her. In the start of his fifth year, it was just a fleeting crush and he tried to get her out of his head.
Harry thought he would never have a chance with her. She was six years his senior and she was drop dead gorgeous, with her heart-shaped face, plump lips that were in a constant seductive pout. And she wasn't one of those slim and stacked models that people thought he cared for. She was also by no means large, but she was plump, she was voluptuous.
She usually wore jeans that hugged her legs and showed off that luscious bottom. And the times when she wore snug shirts, he could see the outline of a belly and the size of her breasts that he just wanted to cup in his hands and suck on them like a babe. And when she smiled that impish smile, he just wanted to ravage her.
He had woken up in a cold sweat after the second night he had met her, his body shaking from his dream, his body reacting to the erotic and deliciously sinful thoughts that he was having of her. He had his first wet dream a year ago when he was crushing on Cho Chang, but the force that rocked his body from this one left him staggering. He couldn't look her in the eye for two days after that.
He tried to banish his crush by fixating on the one he had his previous year with Cho Chang. People thought that he seriously liked Cho with her exotic eyes and her dark, silky hair. He always wished secretly in the night that her black hair would turn pink and her slanted face would turn into the impish, heart-shaped one he was aching for.
Even when he had kissed Cho, he was still waiting for her to change to Tonks and give him that impish smile. It never happened, so he never kissed Cho back. He didn't count it as his first kiss and he wouldn't have one until he kissed Tonks. When he came back to the common room, he was lost in thoughts of Tonks again and had played along with what his friends were asking about Cho so as not to make them suspicious.
By the end of the year, he finally got her out of his head, but at a price. With Sirius' death, he couldn't think of her at all. The fact that those he wanted to grow close to always left him, kept Tonks from plaguing his mind. So he wallowed in misery between Sirius and not being able to have anything with Tonks.
It was a godsend that he discovered his metamorphmagus powers. He didn't like the way they had showed up, but he was thankful nonetheless. He had gotten to meet Tonks again and was able to see her everyday. He had secretly hoped that they would become lovers in time, but he didn't want to risk it. He was content with just being her close personal friend that was privy to her secrets.
He had some fool's notion in his head, that he would endanger her life if he was ever with her. That quickly went away during the second week of her stay. In addition to helping him with his powers, she had decided to give him some physical training in case he had to run from enemies. Also some light disarming skills in case he ever had a wand in his face. He got his ass handed to him each time and if he couldn't beat her and he was expected to save the world, then she more than capable of taking care of herself.
He laughed quietly to himself so as not to wake Tonks. He had told her his very thoughts about a week into their relationship and she had laughed at him and gotten angry for thinking that he could keep her away from him. She set him right and he realized that just the idea of keeping her away to protect her was not his decision.
He was jerked from his thoughts as he heard Tonks whispering something. He lowered his ear to her lips and listened as she moaned his name. Harry looked at her and saw that she was still asleep, but the way she was grinding into him told Harry that she was having a very exciting dream.
He groaned at the sensations of her rocking her body up against him, her silky smooth flesh rubbing up against him, shooting sparks of arousal up and down his body. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to please Tonks, he shifted his hands.
He cupped her breast with his left hand, fondling it gently. He heard another quiet moan of his name come from Tonks lips. He traced her plump, pink lips with the fingers of his right hand while he slowly traced circles onto her breast with his left. He heard her breath quickening. Harry started to pant heavily into her ear, aroused the fact that he was doing this while she was asleep.
He moved his right hand south, past her navel and towards her damp, pink curls. Twirling a few of them around his finger, he tugged lightly, making Tonks arch her back and part her lips, gasping for breath. He slowly ran his forefinger up and down her cleft, in time with the stroking of her breasts. He saw Tonks open her eyes, moaning his name again. They were wide in shock, but they closed again when he quickened the pace of his actions.
Her pink eyes opened more slowly this time and he muttered a quiet good evening to her before covering her lips with his own. While he was nibbling and sucking on her lips, he pinched her nub between two fingers and then stroked it lightly with his thumb. He heard her moans of excitement course through his body as he continued to kiss her. He raked his tongue along hers, starting from the edges of her tongue, to the tip, then down to the base.
Pulling back from her now swollen lips, he proceeded to kiss a trail up to her ear and whispered heatedly, "I never got around to giving you my gratitude." Hearing another wanton moan in response, Harry chuckled darkly into her ear. It rounded out in a moan as she started to rock herself shamelessly against him. He saw her reach down between her legs to try and grasp him, but before she could, he let go of her nub and laced his fingers with hers.
Bringing them back to her core, he started to softly stroke her wet folds. He heard Tonks whimper in bliss and saw her biting down on her lip to stop moaning. While he was giving her slow, teasing, caresses to her core, Tonks was moving at an extremely fast pace. Unwilling to abandon either rhythm, they couldn't match their paces, and Tonks' pleasure was strung out. When she would be close to climax, he would bring her back down by slowing his strokes even further. And when he tried to make it torturously slow, she would pick up her pace.
When she came, she gave a long throaty moan and squeezed their joined hands by locking her thighs together. Her whole body was quaking against pleasure and he felt wave after wave of her juices coat his hand. When she had unclamped her thighs, he raised their joined hands to his lips and he greedily sucked them clean. Hearing another moan from Tonks, Harry looked to see her eyeing him with a greedy and lustful expression.
Before she could pounce on top of him, he kissed her gently, cupping her face with his left hand. He murmured quietly against her lips, "Thanks for everything, Nym."
Harry groaned as he felt her turn around in his embrace, her body slithering up along his, her knee lodging itself in between his thighs, touching him lightly. She purred seductively in his ear, "You're welcome, Harry. But I'm not done with you yet." She rolled him onto his back and she straddled his stomach. She slowly started rubbing herself against his abdomen and was about to lean down and kiss him when her stomach growled.
Harry shook in silent laughter as he saw Tonks go from a seductive goddess to a petulant child. Her lips were in a childish pout as she grumbled at her belly for getting in the way. Leaning his head back against the headboard, Harry watched her with amusement. Her arms were crossed under her bust, raising her chest. Her pout had vanished to be replaced with an angry snarl that was directed at her belly for interrupting her.
Leaning forward, Harry placed a small kiss on her naked hipbone and moved his lips up along her body. He felt her body tremor and her hands run themselves into his hair. Reaching her lips he gave her a long and languid kiss. Pulling back so their lips were still touching, he whispered, "Let me make you dinner."
The frown had vanished from her face, replaced with a sultry smile that gave way to a childish grin at the prospect of food. She jumped out of his lap and moved to the clothes on the floor, immediately searching for something to wear. Lying down on her bed, Harry cradled his head in his hands as he watched her get dressed.
His eyes traveled up and down her long, womanly legs, legs that he longed to have wrapped around his waist as he took her. His eyes honed in on her core when she slid on a pair of polka dot panties, covering her most intimate treasure. His raked a trail up along her torso as she clasped on a matching bra that was soon covered by a snug, short sleeved tee shirt that said, "Weird Sisters, Stonehenge '95."
He saw Tonks look at him with an inquiring gaze as to why he was watching her. He replied with simple honesty, "I'm jealous."
She gave a tinkling laughter and covered her mouth with her hand. Cocking her head to the side, she spoke with amusement, "I didn't know you were jealous of my figure, Harry. Is there something I should know about you?"
He chuckled darkly and pinned her with a heated gaze. He spoke in a dark and seductive whisper he had learned from watching late night movies with Tonks, "I'm jealous of your clothes." Seeing her raise another eyebrow, he elaborated in that same whisper, "They get to be wrapped around your luscious body all day, while I only get the night time. I wish I could just have both."
Tonks walked up to him and kneeled down in front of him. She tossed him that small impish smile, making Harry fight the urge to just forget about his hunger. She pressed a finger to his lips and whispered seductively, "I'd take you up on your offer, but you promised me dinner." Harry groaned as she walked out the door, swaying her hips, his eyes glued to her plump rear.
Putting on a pair of boxers and snug black jeans that Tonks had gotten for him, which were tight to him but he liked to see her reactions when he wore her clothes, he stepped out of her room. Moving down the hallway, he wondered if Tonks was already in the kitchen, when he felt someone jumping onto his back. His hand instinctively grasping the person's thighs, Harry calmed down when he realized it was Tonks.
He felt her rest her chin on his shoulder and whisper near his ear, "Come on, Harry. I'm hungry, walk faster." She spurred his sides as if he was a horse. Laughing he complied and took off at a run down the hall. He heard her shouting in joy. Reaching the top of the stairs, he bent down and then sprung himself off the top of the stairs, landing at the bottom of it. He felt Tonks arms untangle themselves around his neck and started clapping wildly in front of him in applause. Moving into the kitchen, Harry came at a stop as did Tonks' enthusiastic applause.
Molly and Ginny were by the stove, conversing in hushed whispers. They would occasionally look at him, frown, look at Tonks, glare, then go back to talking amongst themselves. Ron would look between his mother and Harry. Seeing Ron give him and Tonks a thumbs up, Harry smiled as he realized Ron was on his side. He looked at Hermione, saw her looking between the same groups as Ron, but when she looked at him, her cheeks flushed and she instantly looked away. With a raised eyebrow, he sent a silent inquiry at Tonks, who just pointed a finger at his chest, telling him that he forgot to put on a shirt. He saw Hermione raise her head and offer him a shy smile. Harry grinned, thankful that both his friends were with him. He saw Remus at the other end of the table, chuckling to himself. He looked at Harry, pointed at his own nose and then at Harry's hand. Harry groaned as he realized Remus could smell Tonks' scent on him.
He set down Tonks on the ground and watched her sit down on a chair, Molly instantly turned at the action.
"You just missed dinner and we ran out of food."
Harry looked at Molly. Her voice was sharp and the fact that she said they ran out of food pointed to something wrong. Molly Weasley never ran out of food. There were always leftover whenever she cooked. He heard Remus growl quietly, but Harry spoke first.
"Did we run out of food or are there no more leftovers?"
"There are no leftovers and I have to go get something at the Burrow, so I won't be able to make you any dinner, dear. But Ginny certainly can make something." Molly placed her hand on Ginny's shoulder. Harry growled in his head as he saw Ginny flash him a sultry smile. He scoffed. She had nothing next to Tonks.
"That's okay, Mrs. Weasley. I can—"
"Harry, dear, you know Tonks can't cook. She's dreadfully clumsy and she burns all the food she tries to cook."
Harry growled under his breath, an action that was mimicked by Remus. Turning his head to Tonks, he saw that childish grin on her face and realized she was probably laughing it up. Shaking his head in amusement, Harry replied, "I didn't say Tonks' was gonna cook food. I can—" He was cut off again.
"Harry dear, Remus can't cook and neither can my Ronald or his Hermione," Harry looked at Hermione to see her mouth the last words to Ron with an angry look on her face. He zoned back in on Molly's rant, "And I can't cook right now because I have to go to the Burrow. That leaves my Ginny, but don't worry Harry, she's almost as good as me."
Harry gave her a strained smile, "Don't worry Mrs. Weasley. I can cook dinner." He looked back at Tonks to see her grinning like a kid at Christmas. She was probably swinging her legs back and forth like the big kid she was. "What do you want for dinner, Nym?"
She thrust her arms in the air and shouted triumphantly, "Yes! I want the Harry Special!"
Laughing quietly to himself, Harry asked if anybody else wanted any. Remus said sure and asked for it to be medium rare if it was meat. The others said no, Molly and Ginny with strained smiles. Ron look tempted to say yes, but a look from Hermione that said they had to talk, stopped him from answering. Giving a polite "no", Hermione dragged Ron by the hand and led him up the stairs. The slamming of a door and shouts could be heard.
Harry turned to the pantry and fridge, taking out the ingredients he would need when he heard Molly's voice, "But Harry, you can't cook. You're all skin and bones." Pulling back with the ingredients in his arms, Harry gave her a dark smile and answered back, "I never said that I cooked for me."
Realizing she touched on a subject that Harry didn't want to broach, Molly took Ginny out of the room amidst her protests. Turning on the gaslights, Harry pulled out a couple of pans. He listened to Tonks chattering in the background about how good his food was. Harry smiled and started rolling the meat he brought out into large, double-sized hamburger patties.
While he was cutting up the potatoes for fries, he felt Nym's arms wrap around his torso, her breasts pressing into his back. He felt her cheek rest against his left shoulder and she muttered something about how Molly's cooking has nothing on his. Flipping the hamburger patties, he put six strips of bacon into the pan as well. Tossing the cut up potatoes into the other pan, He turned around in Nym's arms and kissed her on the top of her head.
Several minutes passed by poking fun at Remus for drooling while he was looking at the food. Putting a slice of cheese on each hamburger patty, Harry made sure the hamburgers were ready with bacon, tomato, lettuce and mayonnaise. He laughed softly as Tonks kept bouncing around in the background asking if it was done yet. Piling the burgers onto each individual hamburger, Harry brought them to the kitchen table along with the batch of fries.
An hour passed by as they ate, laughing every now and then, when Remus told them stories of disastrous cooking attempts by the Marauders. There was one in particular, where James and Sirius had tried to make spaghetti and it just came out as a black goop that Remus and Lily had eaten with strained smiles, trying not to cringe and laugh at their poor attempt at food.
After dinner was over, Harry and Tonks were drying the dishes when Remus said he had to research something in the Grimmauld Library. As soon as he left, Harry felt Tonks kiss him feverishly. Moaning at her strawberry taste that had managed to stay on even after the food at dinner, Harry ran his wet and soap covered hands through her pink hair. He felt Tonks hands run under his shirt and up along his back as he kissed her back passionately. Pulling back from her, Harry looked over her face and had to bite back a moan.
Her hair was wet and dripping onto her shirt that was straining as she breathed heavily. She had soap buds on her hair and on her cheeks. She looked like her name sake, a water nymph. Before he could kiss her with the raw hunger he felt, Tonks yawned lightly. Offering him a sheepish grin, she rested her head against his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
Chuckling softly to himself, he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Walking up the stairs and past the room where Ron and Hermione were in, which was surprisingly quiet, Harry made his way to his and Tonks' room. He smiled to himself at the thought. After stopping at the library to say goodnight to Remus, Harry moved his way inside their room. He laid Tonks down on the bed and before he could pull back to get her jimmies, he was pulled down onto the bed with a thud, her arms wrapped securely around his waist as she burrowed her face into his chest and entwined her legs with his.
Running his hands through her shoulder-length pink hair, Harry kissed her forehead and snuggled into her. He only had five more days of summer before he had to go back Hogwarts and be away from Tonks. He didn't like it one bit and wrapped his arms tighter around the woman snuggled up against him.
A/N: There you go, people! I've always thought that Tonks is like a big kid at times, then a seductive woman at others. For those of you who have any complaints towards Tonks body figure, you can shut it right now. Plump, fleshy woman, are the most desirable, sexiest woman on the planet! You look at classical Greek and Roman sculptures and you'll see what I mean.
Hope you liked how I shut down Molly and Ginny's little ploy to get Harry to notice Ginny. With all the cooking Harry has done for the Dursley's in canon, I'm sure that he can whip something up for his own enjoyment when Tonks would be there with him. And I never buy the fact that he can make those super elegant, super insanely difficult dishes. A nice bacon cheeseburger isn't that hard to make, but it takes time to master so you don't fuck everything up.
Enough of my ranting on that. I have two more things to point out. 1) I have three HP stories going, and this story is the second one. I update the third one next (Morality of the Young), then the first one (King and Queen; Stone and Snow), and then back to this one. 2) This story was never meant to last long. Hell, it wasn't even supposed to get to chapter two, it was meant to be a one-shot. So, this story will only have six more chapters, five for the days left for summer, and then the epilogue. Don't worry though, because I will write another Honks story after I'm done with two of my stories, including this one.
So there you have it folks, until next chapter, only this time it will be Tonks POV!