Wild Magic Chapter 17

"You know." Tonks began to get dressed. "With my abilities, we can have some fun."

"How so?" Harry asked getting dressed as well.

Harry watched as she shifted into an older version of Hermione. Then her form swapped to that of Ginny, also older, before returning to her original shape.

"Wow." Harry gasped. "That's amazing."

"I can do pretty much anyone." Tonks wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"Just the older versions?" Harry asked.

"No, I was just showing off." Tonks shook her head. "It would take a little more time to get the details right. It sounds gross, but I can perfectly replicate anyone I've swapped fluids with. Really, I can take a drink from their cup to get what I need, but that can still be gross."

"Even guys?" Harry asked.

"It takes longer, but yeah." Tonks nodded. "The dick works too, no cum though." She paused. "There are limits. I'm not a shapeshifter, I can only work with what I've got. So, humanoid with a range of half a foot in height. Anything more than that hurts, and I can't hold it for long."

"You wouldn't mind if I asked you to change to someone else?" Harry asked slowly.

"If we were in a relationship, maybe." Tonks bobbed her head. "We're just having fun, so let's have fun. We could roleplay a little too."

"Can you change your skin color too?" Harry asked.

"Of course." Tonks scoffed. Her skin swapped from the natural ranges before slipping into a few that weren't.

"That's impressive." Harry nodded. "Glad you're on my side."

"Of course." Tonks winked at me. "After the orgasms you just gave me, I think we can be friends."

Harry chuckled.

"I'm going to head back upstairs." Tonks finished getting dressed. "I need a shower."

"Want some company?" Harry gave her a roguish smile.

"Maybe later." Tonks winked at him. "You could use one too."

Harry sniffed himself. He smelled like sex and sweat.

"True." Harry nodded.

The two of them headed back upstairs. Tonks went to the bathroom on the second floor. Harry head to his room. He was glad to have his own private bath attached. The charms on the pipes were still running strong, despite the years of neglect.

A hot shower was a glorious thing. He enjoyed the heat and let his mind drift. Harry wondered how long the place had been empty until Sirius returned. Now it was stuffed with Weasleys and the Order. The house needed a good scrubbing.

He stepped out of the shower, thinking about how house elves were acquired when he saw one digging through his bags.

"Hey." Harry snapped. "Get out of my stuff."

"Half-blood orders Kreacher." The elf muttered.

The elf froze, staring at him. It stumbled a few steps toward him before dropping to its knees.

"Please forgive Kreacher, Numen." The elf wailed. "Kreacher did not know."

Harry stared at the elf. He sighed and shook his head. It was always something.

"Leave my stuff alone." Harry ordered. "And clean this place up."

"Right away, Numen. Kreacher obey." The elf disappeared with a pop.

"Numen." Harry repeated. "I'll have to look that one up."

Harry headed over to his trunk and started to go through his clothes. He was interrupted by a knock at his door. Still dressed in a towel, he answered it to find Hermione.

"Tonks was called away on an assignment." Hermione's eyes roamed his body.

Harry took a moment to study her. Her hair was wet fresh from a shower. She was wearing a pair of jeans that were worn on the knees and her shirt had some logo on it he didn't recognize. He smiled. Tonks had outdone herself. A bit of roleplay indeed.

"Oh?" Harry opened the door wider, wordlessly inviting her inside. "Did she say any more?"

"It's about the conversation you had with Bones." Hermione/Tonks stepped into the room.

Harry closed the door behind her. He headed back over to his open trunk. Hermione hovered behind him for a moment before coming to sit on the side of the bed. Harry focused on setting out a new outfit.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.

Harry turned to look at her, giving her a hungry gaze. He dropped his towel. Hermione gasped as she took in his naked form. He slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her close. Harry locked his lips on her neck, his teeth grazed her skin. If she could make her hickeys vanish then he wasn't going to hold back.

Hermione moaned, her fingers running through his hair.

"Harry." She whimpered.

He gripped her ass, lifting her up off her feet, and spinning to drop her on the bed. She looked up at him in shock.

"What are you doing?" Her voice shivered.

"First." Harry ran a finger down the front of her pants. They unbuttoned and the zipper followed his motion. "I'm going to strip you naked."

Harry grabbed the top of her pants, making sure to get her panties as well, and yanked them down below her knees. She squeaked at the sudden motion. Harry ran his fingers through her curly bush. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss just above the hair.

Hermione shivered at the soft touch.

"Then, I'm going to do something I've wanted to do for years." Harry finished removing her pants.

"Years?" Hermione whispered.

"Years." He repeated. "Sit up and raise your arms."

She did. Harry deftly removed her top. He nibbled and kissed her body, keeping his attention just below the edge of her shirt. Progress stopped, once it was over her head, and so were her arms. A simple white bra held her delectable breasts. Hermione's nipples were just about visible through the thin fabric.

Hermione rewarded him was a long, moan as he ran the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. They perked up under his touch. He slid a hand around, finding the clasp, it opened at his touch. Just like her pants. With the bra unlatched and bundled together with her shirt, he stripped the rest of her naked. Harry licked her harden light-pink nipples. Moving from one to the other.

"Kiss me." Hermione begged. "Please, kiss me."

Harry placed a gentle kiss on her nipple.

"Not there." She moaned.

Harry kissed the other.

"Harry." Hermione whined.

It sounded almost exactly like her. Damn, Tonks was good.

Harry kissed her. It was quick, nothing more than a peck. She pouted. They kissed again, deeper this time. His tongue darted out, tentatively touching hers. Hermione sighed as they parted.

"Harry." She whispered.

He rested his forehead on hers.

"Gentle or rough? " Harry whispered back.

"Gentle." Hermione blushed.

Harry reached down, drifting a finger along her slit. He smiled at the sheer amount of wetness waiting for him. Taking his cock in his hand, he slid the crown along her pussy. After a few passes he pressed down, finding her entrance.

Hermione leaned her down, trying to get a better view. Harry straightened up to assist. The movement also helped push him deeper inside. She moaned as the tip of his cock hit her limit with another couple of inches of his shaft untouched.

"Not your first time?" Harry asked.

She shook her head.

"Who?" Harry pulled back slowly.

"Krum." She whimpered. "Yule Ball."

Thank Merlin that Tonks hadn't said Ron. Krum was believable enough.

"How was he?" Harry pushed back in just as slow.

"Fast." Hermione gasped.

"Did he stretch you like this?" Harry added a firm thrust as he reached her limit.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She shook her head. Hermione hugged him tightly.

"Did he cum inside you?" Harry began to speed up.

She shook her head again.

"Good." He growled.

Harry leaned down, capturing her lips in a hard kiss. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet him. Harry lifted her ass of the bed, arching her back, and allowing him to reach even deeper. Rational thought was replaced by furious rutting.

Hermione's fingers dug into his back. She could feel liquid pouring from her cunt as it desperately tried to milk his thrusting cock. A long, formless scream erupted from her as pussy clamped down on him. It turned into a rough moan as she spasmed around him. Her body shook as a she felt a pulsing warmth fill her body. It took a few seconds before her brain registered that he was cumming deep within her. Once she was filled, Harry placed a kiss on her forehead.

Harry pulled out of her, admiring the stream of cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. He settled in beside her, stroking her smooth stomach. Hermione rolled over to him, nuzzling his neck. He sighed in contentment; the bonfire was down to smoldering ashes.

That was once in the morning with Madam Bones, once with Tonks in the training area, and once more with her here. Three times to bring him to a safe-ish level. He would have to pay attention to see how long it took to build up again.

"Hey, Harry." Tonks called as she stepped into the room. "Just talked to Bones-"

Tonks came to a halt, which meant she tripped a bit before catching herself on a chair. Harry and Hermione sat up in bed. He looked from Tonks to Tonks as Hermione a few times before the thought actually processed what was happening.

Hermione, the real Hermione, squeaked in shock and started to gather up her clothes. She pulled her shirt on before rushing out of the room. A moment later they heard a bedroom door slam.

"Have a good shower?" Tonks asked with a wry smile.