Broom Closet Encounters - Requesting Backup

Tonks subtly watched Harry from across the table. If anyone in the house deserved to be stressed out, it was him. The Ministry was dragging his name through the mud, his friends had ignored him for most of the summer, and he'd been stuck at his relatives' house away from everything. They had rotated guard duty, giving her a chance to get a look at how he was living with the muggles. How Dumbledore thought that situation would be considered 'acceptable living conditions' was beyond her.

A small argument and his friends had started acting like that was the end of it. It was clear, to her at least, that the only thing keeping him from having a complete meltdown was Sirius.

"Sirius, could you take a look at the hallway closet on the second floor?" Molly asked in that motherly tone she used for everyone, regardless of age or relation.

"I'll do it." Tonks spoke up before Sirius could reply.

Her cousin, uncle, whatever he was, gave her a thankful nod. Tonks had only been there for an hour and already wanted to hex the woman. She had no idea how Sirius had kept it together for so long. The one redeeming quality that Molly had was her cooking. That woman could work magic in the kitchen, no pun intended.

"Come on, Harry." Tonks said as she stood from the table. "I might need some backup."

Harry stared at her for a moment. He shrugged before standing as well. She led him up the stairs to the hallway closet as instructed.

"Why me?" Harry asked.

"Whatever is in here probably could do with a couple of zaps." Tonks explained. "You look like you could do with zapping something a few times."

"I already got in trouble using my magic outside of school." Harry offered; his jaw noticeably tensed as he spoke.

"That's the thing." Tonks replied. "They've got a trace on your wand. You can't use it outside of school without getting in trouble."

"How am I supposed to zap things without a wand?" Harry asked.

"You don't use your wand." Tonks grinned at him.

Harry stared at her. Tonks waited for a moment.

"You use another one." She said finally. Tonks held out her wand. "Magical families usually have extra wands. Dead relatives, replacement wands, and all that. Give it a flick and see how it feels."

"Aren't you a cop?" Harry asked.

"I am off duty." She answered happily. "Take the wand and see how it feels. You don't need a perfect connection to cast a couple of spells."

Harry took the wand from her. He stared at it as a warm tingle crawled up his arm. The connection wasn't as strong as his own wand, but it was there. Harry looked up at Tonks, the expression on his face was a mixture of shock and confusion.

"She likes you." Tonks said smiling at him.

"She?" Harry asked, closely examining the wand in his hand.

"Of course." Tonks scoffed. "It makes sense to me, at least. Sure, all wands look a bit phallic, but she is an elegant and fancy lady who doesn't dance with just anyone. You should be proud."

"Thank you for this dance." Harry spoke to the wand with a small smile on his face.

"Now, let's kick open this door and see what you're going to be zapping." Tonks grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him toward the closet. "Don't actually kick it. The doors are solid, you'll just hurt your foot and look silly."

"Learned that the hard way?" Harry asked.

"Such cheek." Tonks gasped. Her face shifted to have more wrinkles. "Don't sass your elders."

"You're not that much older than I am." Harry countered.

"How do you know?" Tonks asked. Her hair changed from pink to black with streaks of silver, the wrinkles on her face faded to something more natural. The shape was still the same, as were the eyes. "Maybe this is what I really look like."

Even then, Harry had to admit she was attractive.

"Is it?" Harry asked.

"Nah." Tonks said, her face and hair returning to normal. "That was my mom."

"She's pretty." The words left his mouth before he realized it.

"And I'm not?" Tonks quipped.

"Of course, you are." Harry rolled his eyes. "You look just like her, except the hair."

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" Tonks asked.

"N-no. I… uh." Harry struggled to find the words.

"I'm just messing with you, Harry." Tonks smiled at him. "Good looking guy like you, I'd thought you'd have more experience with ladies."

"I wish." Harry grumbled.

"Little Weasley seems ready to toss her knickers at you." Tonks offered. "Hermione has that hot nerd vibe going for her. You two haven't gotten together?"

"Ginny is Ron's sister." Harry answered giving Tonks a tired look. "And I saved her life. It would be wrong to do anything with her."

"Some guys would take that as an easy win." Tonks offered. "She'd probably crawl around and bark if you told her."

"And that's why I never would." Harry shook his head.

"And Hermione?" Tonks asked, bumping him with her shoulder. "You've never thought about snogging in the stacks?"

"She's my best friend." Harry answered. "Not only that, but we'd drive each other crazy. A month, tops, and we'd hate each other. The only thing worse than me and her getting together would be her getting together with Ron."

Tonks giggled.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing." Tonks stifled her laugh. "Enough chatter. Open the door. You do know a zapping spell, right?"

"I know some hexes, yeah." Harry nodded.

"I'll teach you some more later." Tonks patted him on the shoulder.

"That would be great." Harry smiled.

"I'm going to open the door and then you zap whatever comes out." Tonks slid by him and grabbed the knob. "On three."

Harry nodded.

"One. Two." Tonks opened the door. "Three!"

They caught a glimpse of something small and bipedal. It moved so fast they couldn't get a good look at it. The creature moved incredibly fast. It slipped through Harry's legs. The thing was a lot stronger than its size would let on. It shoved Harry, sending him stumbling toward the closet. Tonks reached out, trying to stop him. The two collided, they fell as a tangle heap through the doorway. They heard a sharp, shrill laugh followed by the slamming of the door.

"Pretty sure that was a Hob." Tonks grumbled.

"A Hob?" Harry asked.

"How about you stop mounting me before we continue this conversation." Tonks giggled.

"Oh, sorry." Harry scrambled to get back to his feet.

The closet was dark, but not pitch black. There was just enough light coming from under the door to let them see. Harry tried not to look down at Tonks, but he couldn't help it. Her firm, plump ass was sticking up in the air for him to admire.

"Why thank you." Tonks chuckled.

Harry shifted his gaze from her rump to her face. She was watching him with a broad smile on her face. Harry looked up at the ceiling, avoiding her eyes, and the temptation to check her out some more. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a band T-Shirt under her robes. Magical fashion desperately needed to update.

"A Hob." Tonks said as she got back to her feet. "They're like the bastard cousin of a house elf. Bastard as in mischievous assholes and not disparaging their family tree. Figures there would be one here. Kreacher isn't keeping up with the house, wouldn't expect him to keep them away either."

Tonks slid by him. She reached for the knob, but didn't find one.

"My wand, please." Tonks asked holding out her hand.

Harry handed it back to her.

"Lumos." She said firmly.

The light filled the closet giving them a the opportunity to look around. Harry saw that it was bigger than he expected, a couch covered in a sheet was along the far wall. Above it was an empty painting of a study. There was also a stack of random things on the other wall. It wasn't anything interesting, thankfully, nothing seemed to be moving.

"Well, fuck." Tonks grumbled.

Harry turned back to her. "What's up?"

"There's no knob." Tonks waved her wand over the door. "That damned Hob did something to it."

"Did you try to open it?" Harry asked.

Tonks stared flatly at him.

"Sorry." Harry replied.

"Looks like we're stuck here until someone comes to find us." Tonks muttered.

She flicked her wand a few times, cleaning off the couch and arranging the items in orderly stacks. Tonks looked at the painting.

"Whoever that is went for a walk." She shrugged. Tonks flopped down on the couch. "Take a seat, this might be a while."

Harry sighed. He sat on the other end of the couch.

"Is it so bad to be trapped in a closet with a pretty girl?" Tonks teased. She patted the space beside her. "You can come closer; I won't bite unless you ask me nicely."

Harry was glad the low light hid his blush. He scooted over. Tonks swung her legs up to rest them on his lap. She slipped her boots off and wiggled her toes.

"It feels so good to stretch out after a long day." She spoke through a full-body stretch. "Tell me, Harry. Why aren't you swimming in ladies?"

"It's not like I don't want a girlfriend." Harry shrugged. "I just don't have the time."

Tonks laughed.

"I'm not talking about a girlfriend." Tonks said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "A tumble in the sheets, or a broom closet, would do you some good."

Harry blushed.

"I bet there would be a long line of ladies waiting to get a chance." Tonks continued.

"I'm not going to use my fame to get laid." Harry scoffed.

"I'm not talking about using your fame." Tonks waved him off. "You're a good looking guy, you're good company, and you're not the type to go bragging. You forget, ladies love Quidditch players too. If I were still at Hogwarts, I'd shag you bowlegged."

Harry tried to get his brain to work. Unfortunately, the blood was rushing somewhere else. Tonks began to rub her foot along his legs. She smiled once she found his hardening member.

"Oh look." Tonks purred. "Someone wants attention." She used both of her feet to trace his length. "If only we were somewhere away from prying eyes like a closet." She gasped. "Oh, dear, it seems we already are."

Tonks sat up, pulling her feet away from his lap. She undid her robes and tossed them over the arm of the couch. Her shirt was tight across her perky breasts.

"Now, Harry." She purred.

He shivered at the sounded of his name on her lips.

"Yes?" He managed to say.

"I need you." She paused, running a hand along his leg. "To take these off."

Harry nodded, no longer trusting his words. He had his pants down around his ankles in record time. Tonks admired his lithe, muscular legs. She smiled when she saw the tent in his boxers. Unlike the rest of his clothes, these seemed to fit.

"Very good, Harry." She trailed a finger along his chin, tilting his face to look at her.

Her soft, luscious lips brushed against his. Tonks efficiently undressed while she pulled him into a deep, long kiss. Her tongue circled around his. Harry could barely think. It wasn't until she straddled his thighs that he realized she was completely nude.

Harry leaned forward kissing one nipple and then the other. He circled each with the tip of his tongue. Tonks stroked the back of his head as his teeth pinched one nipple and then the other.

"May I?" She purred as he fingers played with the waist of his boxers.

Harry nodded. She removed his boxers slowly, enjoying the anticipation as his member was revealed. Tonks met his eyes. She reached down, stroking his shaft, admiring it. Harry's breath hitched as she swirled her fingers along the edge of his knob. She smiled at him.

"You have a nice cock." She placed a quick kiss on the tip.

Harry lurched. Tonks didn't move. She smiled up at him.

"Next time." Tonks said. "We don't have much time before someone comes looking."

She adjusted her position to straddle him once more. Tonks grabbed a fistful of his hair in each hand and pulled his mouth roughly against hers. Gone was the gentle, bewitching kiss from before. Her tongue danced with his as she ground her hips on him, sliding along his shaft.

Harry groaned as she pulled back. Tonks reached down, took him in her hand, and lined him up with her entrance. She gave him a predatory smile as she slowly sank down onto his thick shaft. Tonks' wet, hot pussy easily slid lower. Harry groaned as he bottomed out. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, savoring the feeling.

"So thick." She moaned, starting to grind against him.

Tonks began to rock back and forth, grinding her onto him, doing her best to add pressure to her clit. Harry groaned. One of his hands gripped her hip while the other found her breast. He caressed her nipple with the pad of this thumb, before rolling it between his fingers. In response, she picked up speed, grinding back and forth as she rode him. Harry pulled her down into a kiss. The new angle allowed more room to thrust, which he took full advantage of. She moaned into his mouth, meeting each movement with her own.

She placed a series of quick kissed along his jaw and down his neck. Harry groaned as he felt her teeth against his skin. Her pace increased. Words were exchanged for grunts and moans. She pounded down into him, her hips moving as fast as she could. Harry thrust up to meet each downward motion.

"Cumming. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming." She screamed.

It was too much. Harry groaned. His hands shifted to her hips. He lifted her up a few inches and held her there as he slammed into her as fast and as hard as he could. Tonks collapsed against his chest. She smiled and placed a small kiss on his lips.

"We have to do this again." Tonks cooed.

Harry could only nod.

"Now, lover boy, we don't have time to cuddle." Tonks got back to her feet. Her eyes fluttered a little as his cock slid from her pussy. "Get dressed, we need to get back to them."

"But the door." Harry said motion to it.

Tonks waved her wand at the door. A small patch shimmered as the doorknob appeared. She looked back at him and winked.