When the first Hogsmeade Weekend rolled around, Harry had already sent a letter ahead before ever hopping on the carriage. When they reached town, he excused himself from Ron and Hermione, heading away for what he called an 'important meeting'.
Ron at least had looked like he still wanted to come, but Hermione discouraged that. Harry was pretty sure she knew that when he met with THIS Auror, official business wasn't the only thing he was going to be doing.
"Wotcher, Harry!"
This cry got his attention as he walked down the street. Tonks was standing near the edge of downtown, throwing her hand back and forth above her head.
Harry strolled up to her with a smile. "Hey, Tonks."
She hugged him when he was close enough. He was pretty sure she sniffed him, too, which was more than a little kinky.
"Took you long enough to visit," she teased.
"This is the first Hogsmeade weekend!" he said.
"If you cared, you'd have found a way."
Groaning, Harry moved the conversation along quickly. "Are you free?"
Tonks hesitated. "Do you want the right answer, or the true answer?"
"I don't like the fact that those are different things."
"The right answer is that I'll drop everything and go anywhere with you, if you ask," Tonks said. "Death Eaters aren't attacking today anyway, even if Savage is absolutely terrified that they will. But the true answer is that all Aurors are supposed to be on high alert all day, patrolling the borders, to make sure nothing 'slips in'. Whatever that means."
Harry thought for a second before smirking. "Wouldn't you say that the most effective way to prevent student injuries is to ensure that they can defend themselves?"
Tonks blinked. "Probably. But that's your defense professor's job."
Harry sighed so long and deep, he almost convinced himself it was genuine.
"No one has been able to hold that job," he said. "Last year we had Umbridge trying to actively reduce our ability to defend ourselves. This year, we have Snape. He's teaching us stuff, but he's so damn ugly that I can't focus on a single thing. If a Death Eater were to swoop down and start cursing me, I would be dead in an instant!"
Tonks was trying not to smile. "Unless?"
"Unless a well trained… powerful… highly attractive Auror were to step in and show me a few things… all purely practical, of course."
"I guess we'll need to find one of those," Tonks said.
She giggled as Harry grabbed her hand in his, pulling her along away from town.
They both glanced around, but seeing no one on the immediate horizon, Harry allowed himself to continue holding onto her hand, and Tonks certainly wasn't complaining.
She stroked the inside of his palm. "They're always more calloused than I remember," she said.
"Must be the Quidditch, gripping brooms for so long," Harry said.
That was a lie. His hands had been calloused for a long time before that. It was a rare quality in wizards, with wands that could handle most business in an instant, but Harry wasn't raised that way. Wielding spades in the Dursleys' garden, lifting pans too big for his hands in their kitchen, and even crawling out of the wooden cabinet they shoved him into when he was young had all hardened his skin almost permanently.
The thought put him straight into a somewhat dark mood, so by the time they had gone a good distance from Hogsmeade toward the Forbidden Forest, Harry stopped and released Tonks's hand, raising his wand to construct a Notice-Me-Not charm that he pumped full of all the excess power floating around his mature body.
Tonks shivered under the tangible feeling of his magic washing over her.
"Blimey," she said, "it's starting to feel like standing next to Dumbledore."
"I'm nothing like Dumbledore," Harry said. "He's had decades and decades to build skill to go with his power. I'm just dumping it into common charms and spells."
That was what was bothering him so much. Everyone called him a genius when it came to Defense, but at the end of the day, all that made him was an honors student Sixth Year. Any knowledgeable adult just had so many more tools at their disposal. That had been irritating before, but starting soon, it was a disadvantage that could easily turn deadly.
"Well then," Tonks said, starting to stretch, "how are we going to do this?"
"Dueling," Harry said stubbornly. "We keep going until I can do it right."
"Are you sure that's the most effective way?" Tonks asked. "I know I don't always look it with my extreme girlish charm, but I AM a trained Auror."
"This is how I learn best," Harry insisted.
Trial by fire. In at the deep end. Harry nearly lost his life every year since he was eleven, yet without the trial at the end of his first year he wasn't sure he would've made it through his second, and so on. You only grew when you pushed yourself properly. He would lose, and he'd probably lose again, and this would keep on going. But somewhere along the way, progress would be made.
Tonks watched him silently, continuing to stretch. She let the exterior of her robes fall off, leaving her in a shirt and jeans you might see on a Muggle. They certainly didn't adhere to the loose clothing policy most wizards followed, from the way they hugged her body through every curve. Harry was pretty sure it was made from spandex.
"They were a gift from Dad for dueling," Tonks explained when she saw him looking. "But if we're going to do this, Harry, we need some kind of system. It's got to have rewards to incentivize winning."
"Believe me, I'm motivated," Harry said, perhaps a bit darkly.
"Sure. You are. But I'm the trained Auror beating up a Hogwarts student. Your plan only works if I'm trying my hardest, but I can't keep up that kind of motivation if I'm winning too easily every time. So there's got to be something on the line."
Harry frowned. "I have the Black Vault now… I could probably include some kind of monetary prize…"
"I don't want that," Tonks said. "I want THAT."
She pointed to him… or, more accurately, to his body.
"You didn't visit for too long," Tonks said. "It's hardly my fault my body is having a reaction after that."
"You mean that you want…"
"The winner gets to use the loser's body however they want for five minutes," Tonks declared. "Sounds fair enough, no?"
"It sounds like sexual harassment," Harry put dully, unable to help himself. But if he were being honest, he could already feel a primal throbbing around his loins.
"It wouldn't kill you to have a little fun," Tonks said. "I know you're actually just itching to get started now."
"I was before we had a deal at all," Harry admitted. "You have no idea how tired of being weak I am."
His voice dipped down at the end, lost in the memory of so many near misses. He had escaped death every time, yet could he really call them wins? He could've caught Peter in his Third Year. He could've protected Cedric in his Fourth Year. And in his Fifth… if he'd just been a bit stronger… Sirius wouldn't have…
"Expelliarmus!"
The disarming spell shot at Harry just as he hit the deepest part of his dark thoughts. His Seeker's reflexes allowed him to turn his body sideways just in time to avoid Tonks's spell. The pink haired Auror smirked, her wand already moving.
"Don't get distracted now!" she cried. "This is going to be short anyway, without you making it even shorter!"
She only used simple spells, like body binds and disarming charms, but the speed and precision she casted them with couldn't be compared to Harry's classmates. When he dodged a spell, it would only take him into the path of a new one. The moment he cast a shield, she would hide something heavy like a bludgeoning charm to break it down, then flood him with more simple spells while he was standing still. Harry felt like he was clinging to the side of a cliff as he barely survived, but inevitably, it became too much.
His new body presented a big target, even if his muscles also made him fast, and he took a body bind in the shoulder. His limbs all locked together. He fell backward, landing without any pain as Tonks hit the dirt with a cushioning charm, but it didn't do anything to prevent a different kind of hot feeling in his chest: the sting of defeat.
"Well well well… What do we have here?"
Harry looked up, everything but his eyes frozen. Tonks was speaking in a raspy and husky voice that he took to be her dark wizard impression. Considering she could literally change her vocal chords in any way she wanted, the fact that she bothered doing an amateur impression was honestly somewhat cute.
If he hadn't been paralyzed, he would've flinched as Tonks suddenly face planted onto his chest.
She groaned, her athletic pants bunched around her ankles. She had tried to pull them off while standing, only for her clumsiness to strike again, sending her toppling forward. Hastily, Tonks finished shedding them and hopped up, standing in a full shirt but only panties beneath the waist.
"Just when I try to act cool one time!" she complained. "Damn it. I REALLY need this now."
Doing something Harry didn't know was possible, she canceled the body bind on him from the neck up, leaving the rest of his body immobilized. Tonks dropped to her knees, yanking aside part of her panties as she knelt above his head.
"Winner's rights," she said. "Put that tongue to use, Harry!"
A deal was a deal. Harry strained his neck forward, pushing his tongue into Tonks's moist entrance.
It was an act he had done before, and had even done in this position, when Tonks was in Fleur's form and riding his face. But something about having only his mouth to work with while the rest of his body was completely immobilized changed the experience. It made him feel small, in a certain way, even though obviously he hadn't changed sizes. He wouldn't call the feeling a completely negative one, but he could say it was nothing he would seek out.
"Oh yeah," Tonks groaned, reaching down and grabbing his hair. "That's the tongue I've been missing."
She pulled him up, deeper into her crotch. Harry couldn't even smell sweat on her body— he hadn't given her enough trouble to make her tired. That thought irritated him all over again, and he took it out on her clit, lashing the nerves with his tongue.
"Dig that tongue into me!" Tonks wailed. "Give this Auror her due!"
Every reflex Harry had told him to grab her body, even if it was just to hold her hips in place while he worked, but he couldn't. All he had to work with was his head, and as Tonks grew more worked up, she began to physically ride him, pressing his skull back against the dirt and filling his mouth with her slit.
His tongue was already causing a reaction. Tonks was growing wetter, more moisture dripping down into his mouth from her insides. She moaned out loud after his latest tongue thrust, her body starting to shake. Determined to make her quiver even more, Harry shut his eyes and focused completely on using his tongue to its full potential.
Eventually, he gave her clit the perfect flick. He could feel right away that he had struck pay dirt. Tonks's back went stiff, followed by her most wild moan yet and a rush of sweet fluid that poured straight down into Harry's mouth.
Tonks staggered up, trailing glistening liquid down her inner thighs as she took a few steps on shaky legs.
"Merlin!" she said. "That hit the spot!"
"Five minutes are up," Harry growled. "Let me up."
Smirking, Tonks undid her spell. Motor function returned to the rest of his body, and Harry pushed himself up on one knee while Tonks picked up her pants, starting to pull them back on.
"Don't bother," Harry said.
Tonks paused looking down at them. "You're probably right," she said. "Didn't expect you to acknowledge your imminent next defeat so quickly though."
"I'm not going to lose," Harry said stubbornly.
"Oh?" Tonks looked at him, a hint of competitive challenge entering her eyes. "And how do you figure you'll bridge the gap so quickly?"
Harry didn't answer immediately. He lifted his wand, getting in position, and forcibly cleared his head, demanding focus out of himself.
"You'll see," he said. "I'm going to win this one. And when my five minutes with you are up, you won't even be able to stand up. We'll see how confident you are after that."
"Saying that almost convinces me to throw the match," Tonks said with a laugh. "Almost."
Harry squinted. She set herself in a dueling position, pushing her panties back over her wet slit (but leaving her pants cast aside).
This time, Harry was absolutely committed to getting his own win. And he was going to do it by playing to his strengths.
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