As he stood in Tonks's living room, he couldn't help but notice the decor. It was rather eye-catching. She had a sofa, a chair, and one coffee table, all of which were pushed into a different corner as far as they could go. There was nothing else. A rug that had been in the center of the room was rolled up and pushed against the wall. Standing in the middle of the room beside Tonks, waiting for the flames in her fireplace to turn green, Harry almost felt like he was on a stage, just because there was so much open space.
"Hey Tonks…"
"Don't say anything," she said.
"I just had a quick question."
"I don't want to answer it. I don't even want to hear it."
"Is your furniture maybe arranged like… Just possibly…"
"Uh-uh."
"Because you kept tripping in your own living room?"
Tonks glowered. But as sullen as she got, she didn't answer, noticeably not denying it.
"Wow," Harry said. "There's clumsiness, and then there's that."
"Shut up," Tonks muttered. "I can still tell them all that you're Tom Marvolo Riddle!"
"I'm not," Harry said. "I'm impersonating him. But go ahead, tell them! They won't believe you. I just got a couple hundred alibis earlier tonight."
"I think that might've been yesterday," Tonks said, glancing out the window where dawn was breaking. "Stamina definitely isn't one of your weaknesses. Point taken, though. You and that stupid body double of yours."
"He can hear you, you know."
"He's here?!"
Tonks jumped, spinning around as if expecting to see a second Harry smirking behind her. Unfortunately for her, that clumsiness showed itself in the process. Her boot came down on the hem of her Auror robe, promptly tripping her forward. She landed face-down, her rump sticking up in the air, and it was at exactly this moment that the fireplace finally turned a Floo-affected shade of green.
A witch's head appeared. She was exceptionally beautiful, but her face was so severe that it felt dangerous to even think that, like she might use Legilimency to pull the thought from your head and flog you for it. Her red hair was a more auburn shade than her niece Susan's, though the resemblance in their faces was striking. It was impressive, in a way. She looked like an older version of Harry's Hufflepuff friend, yet managed to give off a completely different aura, steely and harsh in comparison to Susan's warm and friendly personality.
Amelia Bones looked at Harry. Her eyes slid off of him, looking down at where Tonks lay, looking up at her boss with a frightened smile.
"At least your clothes are on this time," Amelia said.
Tonks scrambled up. "Auror Tonks reporting in, Madam!"
"I can see that," Amelia said.
Her tone gave away nothing. Tonks fought the urge to fidget.
"Well, Auror?" Amelia asked. "Would you care to explain how you went from escorting dragon handlers across Europe to standing in your apartment with the boy who lived? And what's this I've been hearing about Hogwarts and—" Amelia paused to inject her voice with a suitable amount of disbelief "—dueling four adult dragons?"
"I didn't really duel them," Tonks said. "They kind of ran off as soon as I started casting."
"Forgive me. Not dueling dragons— frightening them off with nothing but your fearsome aura."
This time, even Harry could catch the sarcasm in Amelia's voice.
"It's a long story," Tonks said. "Same bloke from the Quidditch World Cup was behind it. He… took Harry hostage. But I got Harry back."
"And brought him home."
"Just to change our clothes!" Tonks protested. "I wanted to give him a breather before dragging him in to the Ministry for questions."
"I imagine both of you are good and ready now," said Amelia, "considering you've been off of the grid for five hours."
"We have?" Tonks cleared her throat. "I mean, yes! Good and ready. We'll be right in."
"As will I." Amelia paused, casting another critical eye over them. "A mess like this will require my personal attention. I look forward to seeing you there."
Harry couldn't help but notice that when she said this, it was only him she was looking at. Her head disappeared. The flames turned orange again, and Tonks cracked open her jar of Floo powder, preparing to open a new connection straight to the Ministry itself.
"She's more brusque than I remembered," Harry said.
"Well, she's been in an awful mood ever since she walked in on someone banging her brains out," Tonks said, sprinkling powder on the flames.
Harry could imagine she was. Having talked to Susan since then, he knew Amelia Bones wasn't just anybody: she was apparently a world class prude. The type of woman who wouldn't even let her niece hold hands was sure to lose her shit at seeing a copy of herself cut loose. No wonder Tonks had been in the doghouse. But…
"I still stand by that being your fault," Harry said.
Tonks grabbed his wrist and threw him into the fireplace.
Harry stumbled forward, feeling the characteristic rough sensation of Floo Travel before stumbling out in the Atrium. It was deserted at this hour with the exception of a single security guard, who was patrolling the perimeter at an ambling pace.
Tonks appeared behind Harry, resting her hand on his shoulder and pushing him forward.
"I'm not a prisoner," Harry reminded her.
"Not officially. But I feel like if I let you walk on your own, you're going to get distracted and run off somewhere," Tonks said. "I can't afford to get into any more trouble."
They had their pick of every lift when they got to them. After taking the nearest one down to the proper level, they stepped out into chaos.
The ministry might have been nearly deserted, but the Aurors' office certainly wasn't. It seemed every single employee was up and working frantically. A few were still in pajamas.
"Nice cap!" Harry told a man who passed him in slippers, a nightgown, and a tall fluffy hat.
"Keep walking," Tonks told him exhaustedly, giving his back another soft shove.
They navigated the chaotic office until they reached a very broad oaken door. A nameplate fixed in the center proclaimed: Head of Department. Tonks opened the door and pulled Harry inside.
Amelia Bones' office looked a lot like Harry would've expected. There was a chair for guests, only one, so Tonks pushed him into it and stood nearby. There was a very large desk, a couple of bookshelves, and facing anyone who walked inside was a coat of arms with a badger at its center. Amelia didn't bother with trinkets or paperweights. The only decoration was a very small picture, close to the far side of the desk, featuring Amelia posing beside a young Susan.
Shortly after they entered, the door banged open again. Amelia Bones stood in the entrance, dressed in a trench coat that covered her from the neck to the ankles. Harry wondered if she rolled out of bed like her subordinates, but hadn't been willing to show off her pajamas. She looked at Harry, then at Tonks, and walked purposefully into the room, dropping into a much nicer high-top chair than the seat Harry was in.
"You may leave, Auror Tonks," Amelia said.
"Madam, I haven't even told you—!"
"We will have plenty of time to discuss your… adventures at a later time. Preferably with more of your superiors present." Amelia paused. "I have heard talk of you as a hero, Auror Tonks. I plan to investigate these rumors. If there is truth in them, I'll make note of that. If they're farcical… I will make note of that. Wherever the truth lies, I am not in need of you at the moment. You may leave."
Harry wasn't fooled by the presence of the word 'may' in that sentence. It wasn't a suggestion.
"Yes Madam," Tonks said.
Her gait was stiff as she walked from the room. The door opened and closed, leaving Harry alone with Amelia.
He waited for her to speak. This was supposed to be a questioning. Or an interrogation. Or something along those lines… He wasn't completely sure, given the elaborate (some might say convoluted) direction the night had taken.
Amelia's nose wrinkled as she audibly sniffed the room. She leaned forward in her seat, shutting her eyes to focus better on the scents she was picking up. When her eyes opened again, she stared directly into Harry's.
"I smell depravity," she declared.
Harry blinked. First it was Lavender smelling Sinistra's lust, now this. Did witches these days transfigure their noses to be as sharp as a dog's or something?
There didn't seem to be any point in denying it. He and Tonks had gone at each other for hours, resting and starting again and repeating the cycle until they were thoroughly satisfied. Underneath his clothes were a variety of bruises and bite marks, and he'd be lying if he said his body was clean. He wasn't quite clear how Amelia picked up on that, but he didn't need to lie.
"I was grateful, Madam," Harry said, forcing himself to blush. "She swept in and saved me! How could I resist a gorgeous older Auror taking me back to her apartment? It's all my fault. I seduced her while we were there to change clothes."
"The motive is irrelevant," Amelia said. "And I'll be the judge of who is at fault. That's what my job entails."
"But… why do you care?" Harry asked. "What does it matter what Tonks and I do?"
He was trying to make his voice sound innocent, but it was mostly coming out nasally. It had the effect of making him sound like a whiny little shit whenever he opened his mouth. Harry would have to remember this voice— it would drive Snape absolutely bonkers if he used it on the potions professor.
Amelia Bones leaned her weight back in her seat. She shed her coat, revealing a simple, somewhat elegant white shirt beneath.
"I care because Auror trainee Tonks has a questionable record of behavior," she said. "On at least one occasion, she has acted in ways far too naughty for a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Tell me, Harry. Did you sleep with her?"
Abruptly, Harry dropped the innocent/nasally voice, speaking normally.
"I fucked her for hours," he said. "First I ate her out. Then she rode me. After we rested for a bit, I pounded her from behind, both holes. She especially likes taking it while on her side. Anyway, after a few more rounds, she cleaned me up with her mouth. She really got a kick out of it, too, considering she was touching herself the entire time." He paused. "Sorry, is this an official report? I can try to remember the details if you want."
Amelia looked up from laying the picture frame on her desk flat, preventing the young Susan inside from hearing any more.. "Those aren't the details?"
"Oh, no. You see there's this spot about two inches down from her clit—"
"That's alright, Mr. Potter," Amelia said. "I've heard everything that I need to."
"Tonks isn't in trouble, is she?" Harry asked.
"I will assess Nymphadora's position at a later time." Amelia drew her wand, waving it toward the door. It locked, while the sounds of the hectic work going on outside dimmed to nothing.
"This office has state-of-the-art protection charms," she said. "When activated, no one can get out no matter how much they try— and not even screams can be heard outside."
Harry wondered if maybe he had asked the wrong question. Tonks might not be in immediate trouble…
But he seemed to be.
"Is there something you need my help with?" Harry asked.
"There is, in fact," Amelia said.
She stood up, and Harry couldn't help the way his jaw dropped open.
Beneath her white shirt was nothing but a lacy piece of lingerie with a whole cut out of it right in the middle, leaving her pussy bared to the whole room.
"You like to fuck, do you?" Amelia asked. "I've been looking for someone like that. Hold still, and I'll give you the best night— morning of your life."
She walked around her desk, hips sashaying side-to-side. She was biting her lip, not looking any less serious than usual, just with a new task to accomplish. Harry looked at the lingerie that was pointedly not covering the crotch it was strapped to, and pushed through all the confusion he was feeling to hold up his hands.
"Sorry to be a buzzkill, but I just had sex for hours," he said. "I really don't have anything left in the tank, as hot as you are.."
Amelia observed him. Then she returned to her desk. Popping open her dress, she pulled out a collection of potions.
"Modified versions of the Pepperup," she declared. "They don't just warm up your body, they fill it with fire. One is enough to get me through the roughest mornings."
She scooped up five and approached Harry. Just before she got to him, she stopped. Amelia set down the potions, pulling off her shirt. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she had nothing underneath.
Strangely, it wasn't anything Harry hadn't seen before. Tonks had mimicked her boss's body perfectly as he fucked her. With an almost suspicious amount of accuracy, Harry decided, now that he was staring at the original.
Amelia's boobs were as nice as Susan's, just aged slightly, leading to them hanging slightly lower on her chest. She uncorked the first of the potions, dropping herself into Harry's lap and straddling his legs. Tipping the potion over, she allowed its red-and-pink liquid to wash down her pale breasts, all the way to the broad pink areolas and stiff nipples tipping each.
"Drink," she said, as if commanding an Auror.
Harry's mouth went to work.
He bit the breasts hanging in his face, slurping up as much of the potion as he could imbibe. It tasted like the feeling of sprinting. Steam puffed from his ears while his body warmed up, but Amelia hadn't been lying about these Pepperups containing something extra. His energy levels spiked, bringing him from near-exhausted back to feeling perfectly normal. Then he heard more bottles uncork.
Amelia poured three more down her breasts, forcing Harry to suck and lap desperately at her. When he missed a bit, he ducked his head down low, licking it off her flat stomach. Amelia Bones was in fantastic shape for her age.
As Harry finished off what totaled to his fourth potion, he was vaguely aware of steam pouring out of his ears like clouds. He felt on fire inside, and his cock that minutes earlier was struggling to get hard now felt like it would never be soft again.
As he looked at Amelia, her body glistening with residue from his saliva, she uncorked the last potion. Instead of pouring it over her body, she held onto the open vial for a moment.
"It's been a long time since I felt a man's touch," she said. "I hope that you will not disappoint me like the last ones."
She pushed the vial into her own mouth. Instead of drinking normally, she slid the entire thing into her mouth, holding on with two fingers on the very base. All six inches slid into her mouth and past it, to the throat. When Amelia pulled the vial out, steam pouring from her own ears, she looked no worse for wear.
Her hips started to grind on him with just as much fiery energy as Harry was feeling. The opening in her panties allowed her moist crotch to slide along his crotch, eliciting a groan from him. Running on his high from the potions, Harry reached around to grab her ass.
Amelia pushed his hands down. "Don't interrupt!"
Harry frowned, but he lowered his hands. She went on grinding, her face filled with an odd mix of pleasure and utter focus.
Her whole body moved in order to flick her hips at exactly the right pace. Her weight pressed down on his crotch, while Harry could feel her movements getting faster. Moisture was beginning to leak through his clothes enough for him to feel on his skin. Growing excited, he moved his own hips, grinding back.
A hand grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks in a way that had nails jabbing his skin.
"Not yet!" Amelia yelled.
Harry wasn't able to help the bemused look he sent her way.
Amelia's movements changed. She pressed into him more forcefully. Her breasts were swaying each time she slid back and forth. They looked tantalizing, but Harry just knew that biting them again would get him yelled at. It seemed like his job was simply to sit still and move as little as possible.
As it turned out, even that was wrong.
Amelia's face twisted with pleasure. She cried out, planting her hands on Harry's shoulders and squeezing. Her breathing turned shakey, then evened out, hinting at an orgasm having come and passed.
Suddenly, she was glaring at Harry.
"That was when you were supposed to grind back!" she said. "Don't you know anything?"
"You wouldn't let me do anything!" Harry said. "You kept getting mad!"
"Because you were doing it wrong! You're just like the last ten. This is why I gave up on men for so long!"
"You can't expect me to know exactly what you're thinking at all times," Harry said. "That's crazy."
"I have high expectations," Amelia said snidely. "A shame they're always being let down. Hold on. I'm sure I've got some paper in my desk. I'll create a diagram for you to follow, so that you're not so hopeless."
She slid off of Harry's lap, turning and bending over the desk as she reached across to the drawers. To explain what happened next, Harry had to describe exactly how he was feeling in that moment.
He was irritated, because nobody likes to be told they're useless, worthless, or hopeless, and they especially dislike being called all of the above. He was confused, because this wasn't going how he expected it to. He was aroused, because a beautiful older witch had just orgasmed on his crotch, and now she was leaning over a table practically shoving her shiny lower lips in his face. And finally (as well as most importantly) he had an overdose of magical caffeine shooting his self-control to shit.
Harry stood and stripped quickly and quietly.
"I'm sure it's in one of these drawers!" Amelia said, leaning even further. Her thighs bumped the close side of the desk, while her breasts were pressed down flat under her chest.
"Accio Pepperup," Harry said.
The desk rocked as a drawer slid open and another one of Amelia's private potion stock raced into Harry's hand. She tried to turn to look at him, but Harry had hit her stomach with a sticking charm, keeping her melded to the desk.
"Improper!" Amelia complained. "That's not how this is supposed to go!"
"There's no such thing as 'supposed to go' in sex," Harry said. "You can't just come up with a plan and expect someone else to follow it."
He uncorked the potion as Amelia said, "Sure I can! It's not my fault nobody can keep up with me! Men are just a disappointment. I learned that the hard way."
"So you tried to keep your niece away from them entirely. I get it now."
"How do you know that?" Amelia demanded.
"Don't worry about it," Harry said.
He spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand, and with the other, he poured the entire potion he had summoned.
Incidentally, that was how Harry learned that steam comes out of your ears no matter what hole you ingest a Pepperup potion through. Amelia's ears fizzed as she cried out. With all the prep work done, Harry did exactly as he wanted.
He shoved his dick into her tight little asshole.
Amelia immediately put those office protections to the test with how loud she screamed. Harry slid in, finding the sensation a combination of brutal constriction and an odd fizzy feeling from the potion he'd used as lube. Harry sank deep inside Amelia, and before he even had time to pull back and deliver a second thrust, she had already spewed an orgasm over the floor.
"How long do we have before anyone comes looking for you?"
"They can't get in." Amelia's voice was quiet. "We have hours, if we need them.
"Good! Because I have a ton of excess energy to work through! And I found just the way to do it…"
Harry's pounded her from behind, creating ripples through her ass. Amelia was stuck in this position. She couldn't pull away or stop him to tell him he was doing the wrong thing. Harry was finally allowed to improvise, and Amelia wasn't complaining. She was squirting like a faucet.
Harry's hips moved faster than he ever remembered from any of his lives. His fingers shook from the jitters as they held onto Amelia's hips. She screamed and he laughed as his pelvis blurred, driving her through orgasm after orgasm.
A crazy idea came to him, and because he had absolutely no impulse control after all those potions, he just did it, not wasting time wondering if it was possible.
When his hips pulled back, he let his cock slip out of Amelia's asshole. When he thrust forward, he did so straight into her pussy. He kept doing this, switching back and forth, and the speed he was going at made Amelia feel like she was getting double-teamed.
"This is sex?" she cried out.
"Isn't it great?" Harry laughed.
Amelia moaned. "But I didn't account for any of this! None of it was part of my plan!"
"I know," Harry said. "That's what makes it great."
He might've been imagining things, but he swore her next moan sounded like she was agreeing.
Those potions might really have been dangerous, because Harry lost all track of time. There weren't any windows in Amelia's office, considering the Ministry's underground nature, and no noise got in from outside. It was just the two of them, in their own little world. His first load he emptied inside of her asshole. The second one went in her pussy. He lost count after that. All he knew was that when the haze finally cleared from over his mind, he felt more exhausted than he ever had before.
His legs gave out. He fell back, landing in the chair he started in, his cock thoroughly flaccid now. If he closed his eyes even to blink, he felt like he'd fall asleep for the next week.
So he focused on the sight in front of him. Amelia Bones wasn't moaning anymore, her voice having been rendered hoarse. His sticking charm had been canceled a long time ago, but she willingly remained in position, her ass raised on the edge of the desk to allow Harry easy access. Both her holes were overflowing with cum, and Harry watched it mix together, running down the insides of her thighs. The carpet under her crotch was dark with stains from her many explosive orgasms.
"Madam Bones," Harry said, his own voice sounding quiet enough to shock him. "It has come to my attention that you're not very knowledgeable when it comes to sex. There's no shame in that! But it does raise a question."
Amelia turned her head slightly, just enough to look back at him.
"Have you ever thought about tutoring?" Harry asked.