Author's Note: So… the observant among you may notice that this chapter is a teensy bit late. Basically: life stuff happened again and (among other things) my cat vomited blood. Thankfully, it seems like she might be ok, just with inflamed bowel disease. Which isn't great, obviously, but is far from the worst news we could've got. Alternatively, it could be lymphoma, which would… yeah, not be good.

Also, my partner's parents got a dog!

But she's incredibly sick and might die or at least take a year to fully recover. So…

In happier news, my partner and I both had our birthdays and our fifth anniversary, so yay us.

But, sadder again: it was my late mother's birthday as well.

Been a lot of ups and downs, one could say.

Harry stared at the door through which Tonks had vanished in a tangled mix of disappointment, arousal, and utter mortification.

Bad enough she had walked in on him and Phoebe rutting like rabbits against her uncle's desk. Bad enough he'd been too stunned to stop thrusting for the first few moments. Bad enough that she'd been staring like she'd never seen a man naked before.

But, of course, she'd fallen over on her way out. She'd barely tripped all night so he should've known it would be coming sooner or later. And, of course, he'd had to charge over there and try to help her because his bloody 'saving people thing' couldn't give it a rest even in the most humiliating moment of his life.

It was practically inevitable he'd end up shoving his still twitching cock in her face so close he'd almost smeared her nose with precum and pussy juice.

It was only natural she'd bolt out the instant the shock wore off, and why wouldn't she have worn a skirt so short he could see every detail of the motion of her beautifully toned arse as she crawled out? Why wouldn't she have worn a thong tonight so he could see it practically plastered against the shape of her pussy?

His head felt like it was going to explode, and he had never hated himself for anything more than the fact that he wasn't even sure which one.

A throaty giggle from behind him broke him from his reverie. Turning, he saw Phoebe sprawled out on her back across her uncle's desk like a very satisfied cat.

"Holy fuck!" She moaned languidly, her head lolling to the side so she could look at him with half-lidded eyes. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done in my life." She trailed her eyes lazily up and down his body, and he felt his cock jump in spite of himself at the attention.

He returned the favour guiltily. She still looked fucking incredible.

"I've never cum so hard in my life as when she was standing there staring at you fucking me like she was too turned on to think." Desire surged through him as he remembered the clenching vice of her velvety pussy massaging his shaft as Tonks stared at them.

A thick rope of precum leaked from the tip of his cock, dripping down to soak into the fabric of her discarded shirt on the floor.

"That looks painful," Phoebe cooed, lifting her legs up and together before spinning on the desk so her feet were pointing toward him.

"Want me to take care of it?" She spread her legs wide, reaching down with her hand to spread her reddened labia and show off the soaking entrance to her pussy.

A growl of lust rumbled in his chest as he stepped toward her, his eager length straining to enter the heavenly embrace of her greedy quim once more.

He paused, reason reasserting itself for a moment as he glanced back toward the door, "Won't she hear us?"

"Through a door?" Phoebe teased, one finger dipping inside as her thumb rubbed against the nub of her clit. She dropped her head back with a quiet moan, "I promise I won't start screaming again like before."

They shouldn't.

They really shouldn't.

Every ounce of reason and common sense Hermione had managed to force into his stubborn skull told him it was far too great a risk to take.

The cum churning in his heavy balls and the aching need to be inside her again drowned it all out effortlessly.

"We'll be quiet," he agreed, stepping forward again and rubbing the head of his cock against her engorged clit for a moment. She shivered, the movement making her huge, perfectly shaped breasts jiggle invitingly.

"So fucking quiet," she moaned, not very quietly at all. He grabbed her hips, dragging her down onto his cock as he thrust himself in to the hilt. "FUCK YES!" Phoebe keened, her tits bouncing up as the head of his cock slammed against the entrance to her womb and her pussy stretched once more around his thick shaft.

Leaning forward, he palmed one of them, squeezing roughly and delighting in the way the impossibly soft flesh overflowed between his fingers. She moaned again at the sensation, and he delighted in the way the sound hitched as he drew back before slamming himself into her tight hole once more.

Her pussy clenched around him, greedily grasping at his dick as it tried futilely to pull him even deeper inside her. Her inner walls were impossibly tight and hot around him, the slickness of her arousal squelching obscenely as he shifted inside her. He stayed there for a moment, grinding away at her cervix as she twitched and thrashed on the desk before him. Moans and cries, half-formed pleas and praise flowed from her mouth like the river of arousal soaking his cock.

Bending down, he snagged the nipple of her other breast with his lips, nipping at it and making her back arch up off the desk, as she yelped. Straightening, he kept his hold on her nipple for a moment, using it to stretch the supple flesh of her tit before releasing it just before the pleasure became pain.

He punctuated the movement with another thrust of his hips, now settling into a quick rhythm of long vicious thrusts that made her tits bounce hypnotically as her hands clutched desperately at the desk above her head.

"Just like that, Harry!" She moaned, "Fuck my tight little pussy just like that with your huge cock!"

Lowering his head, he drew his hips back and drove into her again and again, his abdominals flexing as he buried himself over and over inside her abused cunt. The feeling was intoxicating, the tight softness of her pussy enveloping him as the heat, even more delicious than Hermione's mouth had been, caressed his dick like a warm hand stroking his sensitive flesh.

It was his, she was his. He could feel her stretching and flexing around him as he claimed her, her body reshaping itself to fit him like a mould made just for him. He was going to fuck her until the only thought in her head was him.

"Oh my GOD yes!" Phoebe keened, releasing her hold on the desk and grabbing him instead to pull herself against him as he fucked her. Her massive tits pressed tight against his chest, every thrust dragging her nipples up and down against him and making her twitch at the sensation.

This new angle was making him scrape against the walls of her pussy with every thrust, the ridge of his cockhead dragging roughly against her sensitive flesh — tugging on her sensitive folds. He could feel her breath gasping against his skin, sharp panting bursts of air raising gooseflesh as it caressed him.

"You want her like this too, don't you?" She panted, leaning forward to kiss his neck, his jaw, his chest, anywhere she could reach as she clutched at him. "Tonks, you said her name was?"

She pulled back, looking into his eyes and grinning wickedly as she worked her hips around, adding a circular motion to their rutting that made him hiss in pleasure. The light in her eyes was teasing as well as aroused.

She knew he wanted Tonks. Had seen him looking, felt him throbbing inside her when he'd seen Tonks watching them. And she spoke loud enough there was a very real chance Tonks would hear them, if she could hear them.

She was taunting him, challenging him and daring him to do something about it.

Reaching up, he wrapped a hand around her throat, her eyes widening even as her pussy clamped so tight around his cock he could barely move. He could feel the taut muscles of her neck twitching beneath his fingers as he gripped her delicate throat possessively.

Pushing her back, he pinned her against the desk, squeezing just tightly enough that he could see blood rushing to her face. Her breath hitched, eyes wild and desperate as she arched up off the desk as if trying to press herself against him once more.

"I said, be quiet!" He snarled, sawing his cock in deeper even as her cunt clenched so tight around him he worried one of them might break. He could feel the blood pulsing through his swollen dick, the velvet flesh of Phoebe's inner walls massaging him as he fucked her down against the varnished wood of her uncle's desk.

She reached up, and for a second he thought she was going to try and pull his hand from her throat, but then her hands started pawing desperately at her breasts. She pinched and pulled, squeezing and twisting her nipples as her hips jerked and thrust haltingly against him.

"Yessss," she gasped, her eyelids fluttering, whether from lack of oxygen or pleasure, he wasn't sure.

"A needy little bitch like you should know better than to run her mouth," he could barely believe he'd even said the words, but the way her pussy rippled around his shaft made it clear she'd liked them.

Dragging himself back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, he snarled, "Do you understand me?"

He waited until she opened her mouth to choke out a reply, then slammed every last inch of his cock inside her hard enough that his balls slapped audibly against her ass. Whatever she'd been planning to say became a breathless scream as she thrashed and writhed beneath him. Her feet beat against the ornately wrought front of the desk, her back arching even further, thrusting her breasts up toward him in supplication. Offering herself to him.

Her walls fluttered around him, clenching and releasing wildly even as her hips jerked this way and that blindly. Gritting his teeth, he ground the head of his cock against the back of her pussy in tight circles, refusing to grant her any respite even as her eyes threatened to roll back into her head.

He was dimly aware of wetness splattering against his thighs, molten heat trickling down his thick shaft and dripping from his twitching balls.

It didn't matter.

The only thing that mattered was the feeling of Phoebe's cunt convulsing around his cock, the gasping mewls of pleasure dripping from her kiss-swollen lips, the way her legs kicked as his fat tip mashed against that spot inside her.

After several long moments, she collapsed bonelessly back against the desk, her chest heaving as she drew in great panting breaths.

"I asked you a question," she looked up at him, her hazy eyes focusing only with difficulty. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse, "Yes, sir."

He felt a thrill of pleasure at the honorific, releasing her throat, he stroked her cheek affectionately.

"Good girl," the praise brought a tired smile to her lips.

"Please…" she croaked, reaching up to stroke the taut muscles of his forearm as he relaxed his grip on her throat slightly.

"Please what?" He resumed thrusting, fucking her with deep slow strokes that made her tits bounce lazily.

"Please, sir, give me your cum."

The words were almost enough to undo him on the spot, his balls contracting powerfully with the need to empty himself inside her as his cock swelled and flexed inside her. She must've felt the effect her words had on him, because her smile regained a little of its earlier cockiness.

"Wait," pushing herself up onto her elbow, she put a hand against his chest, stilling the steadily quickening movement of his hips. "I don't want to be leaking cum the rest of the night."

Part of him wanted to say that sounded like an excellent idea, but rationality managed to claw back control of his mouth.

"I can pull out?" He offered, reluctantly.

"Mmm," she hummed happily, pushing herself up to press a searing kiss to his lips, their tongues tangling together. "Sweet of you to offer and not just ignore me, Harry, but I have a better idea."

Gently, she pushed him back until he slipped out of her, stepping back away from the desk. Sliding off it, she sunk to her knees in front of him, just as Hermione had on the train. His cock jumped eagerly at the implication.

"Someone's happy to see me!" She giggled. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to the head of his cock, parting her lips to let him slip inside the wet furnace of her mouth. Looking up at him through her lashes, she teased the sensitive knot of nerves on the underside of his cock with her tongue before sucking powerfully and humming.

"Fucking hell, Phe!" He groaned, fingers tangling themselves in her hair as he tried to draw the ecstasy of her mouth deeper onto his dick.

"Ah ah ah," she said, pulling back and giving him her signature teasing smile. "I have something special for you and this monster of yours."

Leaning back, she cupped her heavy breasts, lifting them and pushing them together to emphasise the valley of her cleavage.

"Do you like them?" She crooned, massaging them so he could see the way her fingers sank into the soft mounds.

"I love them," Harry answered honestly, transfixed by the supple movement of her boobs as she fondled herself.

Straightening her legs so she was no longer sitting on her calves, Phoebe wrapped her huge tits around his shaft. His cock was enveloped in impossibly smooth soft flesh, the head poking up from the valley of her cleavage.

"Fuck my big tits, Harry."

He didn't need to be told twice.

Putting his hands on her shoulders he pulled back until his head was lost between her boobs before thrusting up with all his might.

The sensation was indescribable. It was like fucking a cloud, pillowy softness caressing his cock from all sides as he thrust into her prodigious chest. Every movement made them quiver and they quickly became slick with precum and the pussy juice that she'd left coating his cock. The lubrication allowed his cock to glide between her breasts easily, despite the pressure of Phoebe pushing them together around him.

"Fuck!" He hissed, his mind too overcome by lust to say anything else. "Fucking FUCK!"

"That's it baby!" Phoebe urged, using her hands to bounce her tits in time with his thrusts. "Fuck my huge tits with your massive cock!"

He was gushing precum now, his balls twitching frantically as he hurtled toward completion. One particularly violent spurt landed across her lips, only to be greedily claimed by her tongue.

"God! You taste so good, baby!" She moaned, looking up at him with an almost manic desire burning in her big blue eyes. "I need more! Give me your cum!"

He was too far gone to reply, but her words made him rut against her chest even harder, his lips pulling back from his teeth as his glasses threatened to bounce right off his face from the force of his thrusts.

"Cum for me!" She begged, "Cover my face and my big soft tits in your cum!"

It was too much.

He lost his rhythm, cock thrusting jerkily between her tits as his balls contracted.

Cum erupted from the tip of his dick in great thick ropes. The first landed across her face, painting a glistening white streak from her chin all the way up into her hair.

She gasped at the impact, her eyes closing as she whimpered, her own hips bucking against the hand he only now realised she'd been fingering herself with. Her mouth opened in a silent 'O,' just in time for the next rope of cum to spray inside it, filling her mouth and dripping down across her lips.

The third and fourth jets landed across the centre of her face and painted her other cheek, marking every part of her formerly pristine features with his seed.

The sight was so erotic, so viscerally pleasing, that he felt his balls tighten all over again.

Pulling back, he pumped his slick shaft feverishly, aiming himself at her tits and painting them with his hot, thick cum too.

By the time he was done, he was lightheaded and his knees quivered for a moment — threatening to give out until he staggered over to lean against the desk for a moment.

Phoebe had collapsed back against it, her face and chest wet and glistening, his cum steadily dripping down toward her stomach, and an expression of blissful contentment upon her face.

They both panted, the sounds of their heavy breathing suddenly seeming very loud in the otherwise silent room.

"That," Phoebe chuckled tiredly, reaching up to grasp the desk and try to pull herself to her feet, "was the BEST fuck I've ever had."

She succeeded in reaching her feet, only for her knees to instantly give out beneath her. She would've collapsed back to the floor, but Harry darted forward and caught her before she could fall.

"Thanks," she sighed, patting his chest affectionately. "You got me pretty good with this thing," reaching down, she gave his steadily softening cock a lazy stroke, making it twitch half-heartedly against her palm.

"Sorry," he grinned, not feeling sorry at all.

"Mmm, I can tell," she giggled, pushing herself properly upright to test if her legs had recovered. Finding that they had, she crossed to a nearby box of tissues, wiping a hand across her face to clear the cum from around her eyes and licking it clean along the way.

His cock twitched more enthusiastically this time.

"Damn," she hummed approvingly, "you really do taste pretty good!"

She turned to look at him curiously, "What's your secret? Lots of pineapples?" Then her eyes dipped to take in his now rapidly hardening cock.

"Again?" She asked incredulously.

"You're really hot!" He defended himself. "Especially seeing you," he trailed off, gesturing to her face and the hand she'd kicked his cum from.

"Seeing me lick your cum up like a good little slut?" She asked, reaching down and scooping up a generous helping from her tits before sensually lapping it up from her hand.

The sight had him hard as a rock in an instant, and he stepped toward her intent on throwing her back over the desk and taking her again.

"Uh uh!" She put a hand on his chest, pushing him away gently. "I am so not ready to handle all that again so soon," she gestured meaningfully toward the girth of his dick. "And, even if I was, it'd be kind of rude to make your friend wait for another round, don't you think?"

He flushed guiltily, he'd honestly forgotten Tonks was still waiting for him. Merlin, he really hoped she hadn't been able to hear them through the door to the office.

He glanced back toward it.

The door was made of some dark, heavy wood, although — what — he couldn't say. It certainly looked pretty soundproof.

"Here," turning back, he found Phoebe holding out a tissue toward him. Her other hand was busily wiping away at her tits with another tissue, a pile of already soaked ones steadily growing on the desk next to her.

"You probably want to clean that up before you get dressed," she nodded toward his crotch and, looking down, he saw that both his crotch and the area around it were completely sodden from their combined arousal.

"Thanks."

A minute or so later they were both dressed and looking more-or-less as they had when they'd entered. Although Phoebe's hair was now significantly more wild and she'd yawned more than once while they were making themselves presentable.

"Ready?" Harry asked, his hand already resting on the door handle.

"Yeah," Phoebe answered, the word devolving into a yawn halfway through as she stretched languidly. "Fuck," she muttered, shaking her head vigorously as if hoping to dislodge the fatigue from it, "been a long time since someone's worn me out like this."

"Oh yeah?" He couldn't shake the cocky grin that had taken up firm residence upon his lips.

"Don't be a prat," she chided gently, walking over and bumping her hip against his. More as an excuse to lean on him than anything, if the way her weight settled against him was any indication.

"Not like you don't know the effect you have on girls," she huffed, although the comfortable warmth of her body against his side robbed the words of any real heat.

"Uh, well," Harry scratched the back of his head sheepishly, not sure if he should correct her.

"Wait," Phoebe pushed away from him, staring up at him with narrowed, searching eyes. He froze, unsure what to do in the face of her sudden scrutiny.

"Oh my god, you are!" Raising a hand, she poked him in the chest accusingly, "Are you seriously telling me that was your first time?"

"No!" Harry protested, suddenly feeling very defensive. "I mean, I've had a blowjob before!"

Wheeling away from him, Phoebe stalked across the office to a bookshelf and yanked a heavy brown leather book entitled: 'Crime and Punishment' down off of it before crossing to the desk.

"What are you-" he started to ask, only to stop in horrified amazement as she opened the book to a random page and tore a strip off the bottom of it. Hermione and Madam Pince would've cried at the sight of it.

Heedless of her sacrilege, Phoebe leaned across the desk, providing him with a truly spectacular view of the bottom of her arse as her tight skirt rode up. He leaned over slightly in spite of himself, trying to get a better view.

All too soon, however, she straightened, ruining his view. Forcing his eyes back up above her waist, he found her scribbling on the bit of paper she'd torn out with a very fancy-looking pen.

Finishing her writing, she tossed the pen carelessly down upon the desk before stalking back over to him and slapping the paper into his chest.

"What?" He asked, automatically reaching up to grab the paper even as he boggled at her, utterly perplexed.

"You got your mobile?" She demanded brusquely. Looking down, he saw a series of digits had been written large across the paper, scribbled beneath the words: '-iven to commit crime in consequence of-.'

"Uh, no?" The words came out more as a question than a statement. "I don't have a phone."

"Really? Doesn't Dudley have, like, three?" She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

"I dunno, probably." That certainly sounded like something Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would do for their 'Dinky Duddydums.' Apparently that wasn't the correct response, however, as her gaze cooled significantly.

"Look, I'm a big girl: if you don't want to do this again, just tell me," her huffing sounded distinctly more genuine this time.

"Again!?" He asked eagerly, scarcely daring to believe his ears.

"I mean, it's not like I'm asking you to go steady or anything," she muttered sullenly, looking away and stepping toward the door.

"Wait!" He grabbed her outstretched hand before she could reach the handle, pulling her back around to face him. "I would love to do this again," he assured her, staring intently into her eyes in the hope that she would read the sincerity in his gaze.

"I was just surprised by you stomping off and ripping apart one of your uncle's books like it owed you money." She flushed prettily, looking away and letting a curtain of hair fall in front of her face to conceal it.

"He never reads them anyway," came the words from behind the concealing veil of mingled black and blonde. "They're only here to make him look 'impressive' and 'intellectual' when he has people over for business deals."

Tucking her hair back behind her ear, she looked up at him searchingly, "You really don't have a mobile?"

"You obviously don't know the Dursleys very well if you think they'd get me anything that wasn't absolutely necessary." Harry scoffed.

"Get one," she ordered, leaning forward to press her tits against his chest once more and running a finger along the bulge in his jeans that had only just started to subside. "And, when you do, call me. I'll make it worth your while," she pulled away, giving his cock a last teasing squeeze through the now strangling fabric of his trousers.

"Little minx," he growled, swatting her arse reproachfully.

"For you," she purred, leaning back against the door with her hands behind her back, pushing her chest out toward him. He drank the sight in greedily, making her smile stretch even wider.

"Time to go, loverboy," she sang out, stepping forward and pulling the door open with her using the handle she'd subtly grasped behind her back. "I've got to clean up a bit, have fun with Tonks now!"

He just had time to take in the sight of Tonks standing in the hallway directly across from him, her hair long and lurid pink and her eyes widening in surprise. Then he felt a pair of small — but surprisingly forceful — hands plant themselves in the small of his back and shove. Sending him stumbling forward into the waiting auror.

Tonks' balance was never the most impressive, even in the best of circumstances, so it was no surprise when the pair tumbled to the floor in a heap. The sound of Phoebe's laughter was still easily audible, even after the door closed between them with a soft thunk.

Not so soundproof after all, then.

Fuck.

"Uh," Harry began, acutely aware of how close Tonks' face was to his. Her eyes were also pink now, he noticed, the same shade as her hair, and he could feel her warm breath gusting across his lips.

Even as he watched, crimson spread across the pink pool of her iris like an ocean of blood seeping into a lake.

"Sorry for the wait?"