You'll Never Have To

A/N: A new chapter! I've finally found photos of Tonks body description. Look up an artist called Frank Frazetta. The fleshy woman that he draws is what Tonks looks like. A perfect example is Lady Teegra in the animated motion picture, "Fire and Ice"

Enjoy!

Chapter 8: Purple Duvets and Cleansing Hands

Harry woke up; thankfully the sun was facing his back. Already knowing that Tonks was curled up into his body, he wrapped his left arm tighter around her waist. His right hand began to wander, his fingers tracing her plump curves. He snaked his hand down, playing with the pink curls above her sex. She looked like she was asleep, but he knew better.

He nibbled on her earlobe and whispered huskily, "You awake?"

Her arms rose above her head, wrapping themselves around his neck. Her back arched, simultaneously grinding her bum into his front and thrusting her chest out. His left hand moved up from her waist and cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly. He heard a slight moan from those plush lips as he slowly traced circles onto her rosy nipple.

Leaning her head back on his shoulder, she licked his jaw line with the tip of her tongue. She purred into his ear and spoke in that husky voice that drove Harry wild, "Morning, Harry…"

She had to bite her lip to stop from moaning as his thumb started to stroke her right there. She panted softly into his ear, "I owe you something…don't I? From yesterday?"

She started to grind her backside into him, causing him to stifle his moan into the crook of her neck. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses up and down her neck, making her shudder and cease that grinding that was wrecking havoc on his systems. Leaning forward, he traced the hollow of her neck with his tongue as he wrapped a few of her curls around his finger and tugged lightly.

She gripped his hair tightly, openly moaning from what Harry was doing. She started grinding into him again, moaning louder as she felt the hard length of him. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his eager hands when he slipped two of those sinfully long fingers into her. She cried out in pleasure as he curled them and slowly began to stimulate her. She started to rock herself shamelessly against him and took his left hand into her mouth, sucking greedily on his fingers.

With a moan, he rolled Nymph onto her back and settled his body on top of hers. He kissed her hungrily, loving the taste of strawberries that she always tasted of. Locking his pelvis with hers, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, causing both of them to moan into each others mouth. Her heavenly thighs wrapped themselves around his back, her ankles dangling above his rear, urging him to grind faster.

Their grinding grew to a fast and reckless pace, both of their moans growing louder. Licking him from his lips to his ear, she whispered, "Harry…" Sliding a hand between their bodies she grasped him in her hand. She heard him moan gutturally as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft. She was just about to guide him into her when the door opened with a loud bang, startling both of them into stillness. And there, standing in the doorway, the current bane of her existence was Mrs. Weasley.

Harry turned his head when the door opened and groaned when he saw who it was. And he and Nymph were just about to get down to business for what could have been one hell of a ride. He had to remember to start locking that damn door. At least the sheets were still over their naked bodies, thanking the wizard deities for that little bit of fortune.

"Harry James Potter and Nymphadora Tonks!! You will cease these wild shenanigans and get dressed!" shouted Molly.

Mouthing the words 'wild shenanigans?' to Harry, Tonks turned back to Mrs. Weasley and said, "Uum… Mrs. Weasley? Do I barge into your room when you and Arthur are doing…having sex?"

Staring hard at Tonks, Molly said, "That does not matter at this moment." Turning back to Harry with a smile, she said, "Harry, dear, I expect you to use the shower down the hall and to be downstairs in 30 min. We're going to Diagon Alley to get the school items for Hogwarts. Oh, and would you be a dear and wear something respectable? Nothing too tight, deary." She walked out the door. Harry knew the last part was aimed at Tonks for the new clothes that she had gotten for him. Harry personally liked the style and they weren't tight, they were snug.

Not having a chance to respond to her, he looked at his school trunk which was propped against a wall, having moved it after his relationship with Nymph became public knowledge. Looking back down at Tonks who was keeping herself busy by changing her hair to different colors, he asked, "You think I should have told her that I already have my supplies?"

Tonks shook her head and pressed a lazy open mouth kiss on his throat, her tongue lightly skimming his flesh. Enjoying the rocking of his body as he shuddered, she whispered, "Nuh-uh. We'll play her game, make her think we'll go and when we're down in the kitchen we'll tell her. We'll also say how we can't risk you going outside when it's not necessary and how I can't go because I'm your bodyguard. And oh, wouldn't you know it? We get the house all to ourselves."

He shook his head slowly from side to side and saw the confusion in Nymph's lovely pink eyes. Lowering his lips to her ear, he whispered in a smoky timbre, "That'll take too long. The thirty minutes to get ready, the argument that will come with Mrs. Weasley. It'll take too bloody long." Slowly licking her earlobe, his fingers playing with her wet folds, stroking them, he whispered again, amidst her moans, "I want you now…"

Her hand grasped him, her thumb rubbing into his tip, he panted into her ear. She nipped at his jaw and whispered back, "Molly will come knocking to see if you've gone."

She was right. He had to do something about that. Rolling off of her warm and succulent body, he grabbed his wand from the nightstand. Opening up his trunk and summoning a piece of parchment, he scrawled down a quick note, magically writing the words with his wand. It was a short explanation of how he had already gotten his supplies, that he won't be joining them on their trip to Diagon Alley, neither would Tonks, and they were not to be disturbed. Moving to the door, he folded the note and slid it under the crevice, and then he proceeded to cast every single locking charm that he knew along with the few Nymph had taught him.

He turned back to Nymph and paused as he looked at the scene before him. The purple covers had been lowered to her waist, her pale and large breasts clearly seen, one hand pinching her nipples, tugging on them occasionally. Her legs were spread, knees drawn up slightly, and by the heavy movement at the junction of her thighs, he knew where her other hand was. He summoned the blanket to himself and moved out of its path, barely paying notice that it hit the door and lay there in a heap.

With the blanket no longer providing a sense of warmth in this cold room, Nymph turned on her side, knees locked together, her fingers picking up their pace, stroking her labia faster. She slipped two inside herself and knew that she was quivering. She felt Harry's warm body settle behind her, his erection grazing her hipbone as he settled down. He moved in closer to her, his manhood sliding in between the gap of her thighs, his long fingers snaking down her hip to join hers in adding to her pleasure.

Those weather-beaten hands parted her lips and he slid into her, slowly pushing himself deeper until he was sheathed fully in her core. He panted lightly into her ear, hands coming to cup her breast and one lying on her hip. Squeezing her breast lightly, he began to thrust at a slow and steady pace. He quickened his pace, hearing Nymph moan and quiver. Pumping fast and reckless, the hand that was on her hip snaked down her waist and began to stroke her nub causing her to arch her back as she moaned gutturally.

Leaning her head back on his shoulder, Tonks let herself succumb to the pleasure. She lay there, moaning louder and louder, her whole being on fire as he continued to ravage her body. She felt his tongue sweeping across her neck, lips clamping down and sucking, fingers pinching nipple and nub, his thrusts growing in intensity. She all but screamed his name as she came, arms coming to wrap around his neck and hold him closer to her. She started to mutter incoherently, lost in pleasure, arching her back in pleasure as she felt him release deep inside her, his hot breathe scorching her skin.

They lay there for a few moments catching their breath. Harry continued to let his hands wander, fingers slowly tracing circles onto her breasts, belly, thighs, and bum. He couldn't thrust seeing as how when she came, her inner walls had clenched him so tight that it felt like he had been sucked in. He felt the tip of her tongue trace his jaw, heard her making small meowing noises like a cat, fingers lightly pawing at his arms. There was a loud, insistent pounding on the door, something that had probably been going on for sometime. The thirty minute grace period Molly had given them was probably over, but it didn't seem like that much time had passed.

He said loudly enough to be heard through the door, "Didn't you read the note?"

He heard a reply, "Yes I did, young man. You will stop what you are doing in there and come out right this instant!" It was Mrs. Weasley.

"The only place we are going is to the shower and then back to the bed," said Tonks.

There was a pause before Harry felt several spells hitting the door, his magic having no trouble in holding up the locking spells he had placed. "Don't even bother Mrs. Weasley. You'll just tire yourself out and you need to get the shopping done."

He heard the beginning of a rant before it was cut off. He nuzzled Nymph's neck, grateful that she had put up the silencing charm, he was rubbish at those. She lifted herself up off him, no longer clenching him, both of them moaning from the slight friction the action caused. She got off the bed and slowly sauntered over to the shower room, her hips swinging, her fleshly rear teasing him. Leaning up against the doorway, she looked back at him and whispered, "Clean me Harry?"

He got up so fast, he got a slight case of head rush. He followed her into the shower, extremely glad that the stall was small, both of them needing to press in tight together. He felt all of her curves brush up against his body, her chest crushing against his. Pushing her up against the wall as the hot water was turned on, he ran his hands through her chin-length pink hair and claimed her lips in a slow and sensual kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his body closer, their privates brushing against each other making her shudder in expectant pleasure. She nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip, tugging it with her teeth. Their tongues came to greet each other in an open mouth kiss, not hurried at all, slowly caressing each inch of each other. She felt him stir to life, the tip of his shaft brushing her wet folds. She thought he was going to thrust into her and was mildly disappointed when he pulled back.

She was about to question him when she felt his magic rising. She shivered as the raw, animalistic sense of his magic washed over her. Opening her eyes she saw that the shower stall had been expanded slightly, still small enough they had to be extremely close in order for the water to hit them, but still it had expanded for whatever her lover had in mind.

She was spun and pushed up against the wall, her breasts being smashed against the tile. His hands rubbed down her sides and arms, rubbing soap and she guessed a type of body wash into her skin. She shuddered as his body moved into hers, his lips kissing her neck. She felt him lower himself onto his knees, hands still washing her, lips kissing every inch of her back. She bit her lip to stop from moaning, not wanting to let him know how great it felt as he caressed and kneaded her bum. When his hands were done squeezing cheeks, she felt his tongue and teeth lightly nipping her buttocks, and she was unable to help but give a slight moan.

It was so erotic what he was doing, and it had her rubbing her legs discreetly, knowing that he knew she was hot as she heard him chuckle in that husky timbre. He stood up, his manhood lightly brushing the cleft of her cheeks as he rose. She was spun again and the process of him washing her was repeated again. Her breasts were cleaned with his tongue, her nipples becoming harder as he sucked gently on them. She thrust her chest into his face, her hands gripping his hair, keeping his face buried between her breasts. She was moaning his name over and over, hips rolling as he slipped two fingers into her core, arching her back as he curled them and stroked her in a more sensitive spot.

Harry got on his knees again, loving the reaction he was getting out of Nymph. He slowly licked her inner thighs, teasing her, his fingers still lightly stroking her sex. She was moving her hips, desperate to get him to lick her where she needed it most and he obliged. Slow, gentle caresses of her outer petals, parting them until he found that little nub that set her off. He pressed his tongue into it, enjoying that mewling noise she made. He clamped his lips onto it and sucked lightly, then hard, then lightly again, something Nymph had told him that got her off quickly.

He felt something drip onto his chin and he worked his tongue and lips faster. When she came, he eagerly lapped up her juices, loving the taste of her, the heady scent, the cinnamon flavor. He stood up again, licking and kissing his way up her plump body, nibbling on her flesh. He was just so turned on by her; he practically became an animal when she was in front of him. Resting his forehead against hers, noses bumping, mouths open and panting, her hands came to rest on his shoulder and arm as he slid effortlessly into her sex, locking their pelvises.

She moaned against his lips and stared into his eyes through her half-lidded ones. She lazily licked his lips and smiled impishly at him. Wrapping her arms tight around him, she jumped up with what little energy she had and locked her legs around his waist, whimpering in pleasure as her nipples brushed his. His hands cupped her bum, kneading and caressing it again as he thrust into her, making her bounce and shake each time.

She loved it when he took her like this, no support save for their own two bodies, the close, intimate and erotic position as he thrust up into her. She rested her head onto his shoulder, panting and moaning into the crook of his neck as the pleasure began to build up again. The rhythmic beating of the water on her back, falling in time with his slow and deep thrusts. She felt herself starting to cum and he ceased his actions abruptly. She whined into his ear, begging for him to continue. He didn't until the feeling subsided. He laughed in her ear as he slowly brought her back to peak again, cresting on the wave of orgasm. She was moaning with every breath and she whispered into his ear, "cl-close…"

She cried out in sweet, sweet pleasure, as he began to pump savagely into her. She whimpered into his ear after she was done with her orgasm, again leaking some more as he came inside her, the twitching and throbbing of his hard shaft sending her back for a quick high. She wrapped her legs and arms tighter around his lean and wiry body. She knew he was straining to stay upright, having felt his intense orgasm deep inside her. The water turned off by itself as it sensed there were no longer any people in the stall.

She opened her eyes, staring into his. She grinned lazily at him and licked his nose, meowing again. They were standing in the center of her room, their room, judging by the angle of themselves in the mirror. She rolled her hips slightly, eager to start again when the door was blown off its hinges. His arms clutched her tighter. A quick check in the mirror showed that their privates were covered by the closeness of their bodies and arms blocking certain views.

Their in the doorway, for what seemed to be the millionth time, was Molly Weasley, face so red that she looked like a tomato. Behind her was Hermione, Ron and a few others that he couldn't see. Pinning her with a droll stare, Harry asked, "What part of 'Do Not Disturb' didn't you understand?"

"This is has gone on long enough! I will not condone this relationship!" she shouted.

Harry felt Nymph place a lazy kiss on his neck, not even worried in the slightest. A black screen materialized in front of them. He gave a nod of gratitude towards Hermione, seeing that she had her wand out. Placing Nymph on the bed and covering her in the purple blanket, Harry grabbed his trousers that were on the floor and put them on. Thankfully he wasn't hard right now so he didn't have to worry about covering up more. Banishing the screen and sitting on the edge of the bed, Nymph's feet lightly caressing his back through the blanket, he looked at Mrs. Weasley and motioned her to continue.

"This relationship that you claim to have with that girl over there is nothing but sexual. I know that most men get the urge to sow their wild oats and yours has come early, but enough is enough. This stops now!"

Harry looked at everyone else that was standing there. Remus was visibly straining to contain his anger, a flash of amber in his eyes, fists clenched, knuckles white from pressure. Hermione was glaring at Molly and moved to stand by Remus' side, in clear support of him. Ron was shuffling on his feet, clearly indecisive as to where to side, with his mother or with him. Finally he moved to stand next to Hermione, his hand discreetly being placed on her shoulder. Arthur was frowning, his posture radiating reluctance, but he stayed by Molly's side. Harry couldn't fault the man for doing so. The surprise was Ginny, as she stood in between both parties, clearly unsure of where to be.

Looking back at Molly, Harry spoke in a flat tone, "One, this is my relationship, not yours. Two, your not my mother and you have no say in who I date unless it's your daughter. Three, I'm a legal adult in a legal relationship. Four, you don't know how our relationship works."

His words didn't even seem to faze her and she kept on rambling. He ignored it for the most part; it was just the same old, same old. He was too young, she was too old, she was a metamorphagus and he was probably just asking her to change her looks. He didn't bat an eyelash at that one, neither did Nymph as she kept touching him with the toes of her feet. They both knew that there was a stereotypical view towards metamorphagi just the same as Veela, that they were sexual deviants who used their powers to drag people into bed with them. He wondered silently to himself, if Fleur Delacour had to put up with this when she met the mothers of any of her boyfriends, if she had ever had any. When he heard her draw in a deep breath, ready to start ranting again, he interrupted her by changing his hair to a Weasley red and giving himself freckles on the bridge of his nose.

"I'm a metamorph myself, remember?" he said as he changed his hair to a bright blue and his eyes to a golden color. "So how come you're not worried that I'm not using my powers to get Tonks to sleep with me?"

"Oh Harry dear, don't be silly. You don't know the rumors about her when she was in Hogwarts. Bill and Charlie told me all about them."

"I know a lot about rumors myself," he said with a wry grin, changing his hair and eyes back to their normal color. "Remember in fourth year, that rumor that I was dating Hermione and that she broke my heart. I remember that you were mad at her for weeks. And you're doing the same thing with Tonks. Is there a problem with the woman that I'm dating or alleged to have dated? Or is it that I'm not dating someone in particular?"

She paused, unsure of whether to answer. She closed her mouth deciding not to, and Harry finally figured it out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ginny move next to Remus. Looking back at Mrs. Weasley, he said, "See all those people right there? They're my family. Both of you are too. Don't you want me to be happy?"

Molly looked unsure of herself again. Looking at Ginny, she saw that her little girl was siding with Harry. She looked up and gave her a sad little smile and Molly knew that Ginny cared about Harry's happiness first. Looking back at her pseudo-son, she gave a guilty smile, "I'm sorry, Harry. I just worry about you."

"I know and I'm thankful. Just trust me when I say that I'm happy with Tonks."

There was an awkward pause after that, both him and Molly just smiling at each other. Then she jumped, shocked that she had forgotten about the shopping trip and easily corralled the others into getting out of the room. When it was just them three left, Molly in a light blue set of robes, him in his boxers, and Nymph naked under the sheets, there was another pause before she swept him up in a bone-crushing hug. She left after that, giving him and Nymph a motherly smile. When the door was shut, Harry cast a simple locking charm on it and settled back under the covers with Tonks.

Her warm, voluptuous body saddled up next to his, her breasts pressing against his left arm, her hand drawing lazy circles onto his chest. "I thought it would be harder than that. Like we would be yelling at the top of our lungs, get mad at each other, and then she tried to force me to breakup with you, I'd say no and then she'd try and cast an Imperio on me. I would break it and then I'd exile her from the house; Ron and Ginny would go raving mad for what I had just done and they'd try to harm me; and more horrible stuff would soon follow," he said as he looked up at the faded smoke-colored ceiling.

He heard a light chuckling in his ear, Nymph's body shaking against his lightly as she tried to hold it in. Turning his head, he nudged her nose with his and said, "What's so funny?"

Her body slid on top of his, her head coming to rest on his chest. She nuzzled his chest and locked her legs with his. Placing a kiss over his heart, she whispered, "You have one crazy imagination. Now we sleep, wake up in an hour, and then go at it again."

He chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arms securely around her waist, finding what he had just said to be extremely funny. Also the thought that Nymph became quite dominating when it came to the bedroom, making him laugh just a little. Nonetheless he complied and drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Well, here you go! Another chapter done. Hope you enjoyed the shower scene. Also I just couldn't quite resist sneaking that little dig that was Harry's last line. I've read other stories where Harry doesn't hook up with Ginny and then a completely set of over the top events that are completely OOC start to happen. I've never found one that makes it seem believable. That throughout the length of the story you get the sense that Molly and Ginny had planned to seduce Harry from the beginning. It always just happens suddenly.

Anyway, this chap is done. There are only three more and then the epilogue. Oh, also, I haven't decided if I'm gonna put a lemon in next chap. Just letting you lemon addicts know.