A/N: To those of you who celebrate it, Happy 4th of July! Now let me just say, that I'm sorry its been well over a month since I've updated. You see, I was adopted into a wealthy family. After ingratiating myself to the father, I plotted to murder both him and his son who was my rival. It was a fool proof plan, I would poison the elder Joestar slowly, then when the younger one made a nuisance of himself I was going to make it look like he had an accident with a medieval torture device he was studying. Anyway, long story short, I got sweet vampire powers, had my head separated from my body, ambushed my rival and took over his body. Unfortunately, we had our epic clash on a ship that started sinking. Now I'm stuck here in my coffin until somebody comes along to scavenge the wreckage… Hopefully it won't take too long… It's been a bizarre adventure.

A/N 2 (The real author's note): I know I said that this chapter we would cover Harry's trial. It didn't happen… It just… didn't… happen. I got started and everything was going smoothly, then somehow I wrote a lemon I did not intend. There is also a little fluff, a little angst, and a little Remus bashing. I'm sorry if you're a fan of the man with a furry little problem, I'm not for all the typical reasons. On a more positive note, the next chapter will definitely cover Harry's trial. I'm almost positive I can't accidently write another whole chapter between here and there for this story…

Anyway, I could have continued this one into the promised section, and that certainly would have made it my largest chapter to date. But like I said earlier, it's been far too long since I've posted anything. I came to a good stopping point and decided to put this out.

A/N 3: By an overwhelming margin, there will be kinky, hard core, erotic magic fueled sex. The people have spoken!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: This story will contain adult situations and language.

Aggressive Love

Chapter 8

It may not have been physically possible for Tonks to use her metamorphmagus powers to turn into a literal pile of contented goo; but that didn't affect her ability to feel that warm and fuzzy sensation coursing through her body when she woke up this morning.

As far as the young woman was concerned, nothing could possibly beat the wonderful tingling that suffused her being just beneath her skin, or the scent of the man she loved wrapping her up in his arms.

Sadly for her, she needed to get up and start the day. Harry's trial was scheduled to take place at 10 a.m. sharp, the ministry being very punctual when it came to high profile things such as this, and Tonks wanted to make a hearty breakfast for her man to help him get his day started off right.

She was always looking to do little things like that to show Harry that she was always thinking about him. Besides, she needed every advantage she could take to compete with Hermione. Not only was Harry's brainy girlfriend his first, but she also got to spend more time with him throughout the day while Tonks had to go to work, both as an auror and an Order member.

At least the pink haired girl didn't mind the friendly competition. Where other women might get jealous and try to horde such a wonderful catch all to themselves, Tonks was willing to put up with a rival or two, only so long as they proved to be as useful to Harry as Hermione had been.

In a moment of cooperation, Tonks had bought every relevant law book that wasn't already in her collection that she was given as an auror, and delivered them to Hermione, at her behest, so she could work on Harry's defense.

Hermione proved that her title of a bookworm was well earned and something to be feared as she devoured one book after another almost as fast as the youngest Weasley male could put away food. She had finished them in just one day, all the while leaving colored markers on certain pages to reference again.

When all was said and done, she left her self made study area with a wicked smile on her face, and made a beeline straight to Harry to give him the good news. Thanks to her efforts, he now had an iron clad defence; but where Hermione really shined was the extra work she put in to find legal loopholes and contingencies to counter any obvious, and likely, attempts to slander/harm Harry. Up to, and including, using Fudge's own brand of incompetence and flagrant disregard for the law against him.

A lot of the technical terms had gone over Harry's head, as well as Tonks to a lesser extent. But the end result was that Fudge had neatly trapped himself. Hermione, well used to people not being able to keep up with her intelligence by now, put it into simpler terms for Harry, while coaching him on which laws to quote when the time came.

Essentially, because Fudge had jumped the gun and done things wildly incorrectly, all Harry had to do was point out that if the trial wasn't thrown out immediately, it would set a dangerous precedent for everyone in the magical community.

Breaking the statute of secrecy was the easier one to address. The only witnesses to the event was Harry and Hermione, both of whom are obviously magical. The burden of proof was firmly on the ministry's head for this one, and can be easily dismissed by simply calling for any muggle witness, or the obliviator on duty. Without being able to produce either one, that charge would have to be dropped.

A minor that is found guilty of this can be expelled, yet only an adult can face the penalty of having his or her wand snapped.

Tonks had already subtly inquired and obtained a copy of the records from the obliviation department for that day of the attack on Harry, not only to prove their case, but also to shield him incase they tried to manufacture 'evidence' when called out on it during the trial.

The other charge was more fun to deal with though. Over the course of her research, Hermione found everything relevant to using magic for self defence. The first thing that jumped out to the bookish witch was the maximum punishment for both an adult or an underage individual.

For the case of a minor, their wand use can be suspended for no more than six months with a variable fine based on a sliding scale of severity, which is supposed to be paid by a parent or guardian. The ministry has no actual legal ability to enforce an expulsion.

An adult could be fined or imprisoned for no more than one year in Azkaban. The snapping of a wand is not a possible punishment for using magic in self defense for any reason. Harry and Hermione suspected, and Tonks confirmed, that this specific law was more for the purebloods. It turned out this was a popular excuse used whenever they were caught muggle baiting. It raised even more uncomfortable questions that they would have to think about some other time.

There were rarely any witnesses to contradict the pureblood's story, allowing them to pay a paltry fine for 'defending themselves' a little too enthusiastically instead of the mandatory prison time associated with maliciously assaulting non-magicals.

None of that was even taking into account the remains of the dementor they still had to prove his word and the necessity to use magic in order to defend himself.

It was obvious to Hermione that the ministry was cherry picking which laws they were charging Harry with breaking, as well as what punishments they wanted to inflict upon him.

If Harry was actually being charged as a minor he might have been tempted to plead guilty just to inconvenience Dumbledore, as he'd recently found out the aged headmaster was listed as his legal magical guardian. Of course, Dumbledore didn't tell Harry this himself. It was Sirius who informed him during one of their discussions this past week.

Oddly enough, Harry was already considered an adult in the eyes of the law twice over according to Hermione.

The first case of his, before now unknown, emancipation is because of his participation in the Triwizard Tournament. As ridiculous as it sounded, even to Harry's ears, it was a tournament for adults fully backed up by a magically binding contract. No matter how ill-handled the situation may have been, the facts remain that he did compete, and the Ministry of Magic did not contend it.

But the funny thing was, his prior emancipation wouldn't have mattered anyway. Harry wasn't being charged as a minor. He was specifically being charged as an adult.

The sheer contradiction in his legal issues was bound to invalidate itself entirely. Truly he wouldn't even have to try, simply point out the obvious and step back to let Fudge and everyone backing him in this look like idiots.

By trying to snap his wand when that could only be leveled against an adult, it would be the height of stupidity to charge that same adult with using underage magic wouldn't it?

The only issue for Harry then became how to cut off any avenue of perfidy. All of this went into Hermione putting together everything he needed to know and say to get everyone on Harry's side, weather they liked him or not, by the virtue of keeping someone like Fudge from becoming all powerful due to their inaction.

Because, if the Minister for Magic could get away with blatantly violating the law to attack Harry, then what's there to stop him from doing the exact same thing to literally anyone else who he deems an enemy?

Harry was actually the one to help out the most in this once Hermione got her worries across and how she wanted to account for them. His little brown eyed minx was rightfully concerned that if things start to look like they are going Harry's way, Fudge might try to pull something out of his arse to save face during the trial.

The green eyed young man was more than happy to let everyone in the courtroom today know about how Fudge summarily executed Bartemius Crouch Jr., the son of a noble lord, without questioning, and without so much as a trial.

After that he would transition into other instances of the minister abusing his power, and hopefully drawing more attention to his godfather's own lack of a trial and conviction simultaneously. Harry knew it would be a long shot with little chance of anything coming from it, but if he could just put the idea in people's heads, that would be enough for now.

Tonks for one, hoped for the best. In her mind, Harry deserved nothing less. So it was with a reluctant sigh, she started to slip out of bed, only to have her progress grind to a halt when Harry's hand slipped down from her midsection to her hip.

Her green eyed lover's fingers firmly dug into the flesh causing an electric shock of pleasure to run up her spine. She bit down on her lip in a futile effort to contain her moan, all the while mentally cursing at the unfairness of the ease Harry had in finding all of the spots that got her going.

The metamorph knew she really needed to ignore the heat building in her core before she lost control, otherwise she'd give in to her lust and then she'd never get out of bed with enough time to make her lover breakfast. But oh how she wanted to be selfish and just give in to her desire. The simple location of his hand on that part of her hip was all it took to call up fresh memories of the night before, how he held her as he had his way with her more than willing body.

Any other thoughts went blank as Tonks felt his teeth gently sink into the flesh below her neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. Once again she cursed how quickly he seemed to discover all of her body's hidden secrets, especially the ones she hadn't even known about.

"Good morning Nym." Harry greeted with a voice still thick from sleep.

"Mornin' luv. Can you let me go so I can go make us breakfast?" She asked innocently despite her beginning to grind her soft rear end against his hardening length. The selfish part of her once again rearing its head, secretly hoping that he won't let her go.

"I don't know. I might be too nervous to keep anything down. Do you know of anything else that might be able to help me calm down?" He asked in a perfectly normal tone of voice that suggested he didn't have anything sexual in mind. Which was, of course, completely at odds with his obviously wandering hands, still working to expertly draw little moans from, her causing her breathing to steadily become heavier.

Lemon Start

His right hand had moved on from her hip by this point, not as low as she would like truth be told, yet a clear escalation of intent. Steady fingers applying firm pressure on her mound moving in small circles almost as though he was giving her a small massage.

The effects of which, Tonks couldn't tell if there was a legitimate biological reason behind her seemingly increasing wetness, or if it was all in her head. A conditioning built up over these past few days of knowing what carnal ecstasy awaited her at the end of Harry's teasing.

But Merlin damn it! This just wasn't fair in the young woman's mind. She'd always thought the fairer sex, herself included, where supposed to be the ones teasing men, getting them to jump through Quidditch hoops for even a chance to talk to them.

Then her wonderful lover comes into her life and politely disabuses her of that preconceived notion by expertly handling her body in ways that she was not prepared for.

How he took control and inflamed her lust and passion, all the while with a small, almost bemused smile that said butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. As though this foreplay was a favor to her and took no more effort than breathing on his part.

She wasn't fooled though, not for a moment. Tonks knew that he realized exactly the effect he was having on her.

Those green eyes of his drank in every curve of her body, every pleasure filled gasp, and how she writhes in response to his touch to get just a little more from him.

Reaching over, she grabbed her wand off the nightstand and rolled over to face her lover. Tonks grasped it with both hands, holding it between them as though it was a cross that would keep a vampire from making a snack of her.

Harry merely raised an eyebrow in response, already having an idea of where this may be going.

And, as if to prove him right, Nym lowered the wand, pointing it directly at his groin region, an act that most men under different circumstances would be rightfully afraid of.

Not Harry however. Hermione, Tonks, and himself had been trying out a few things from the book they'd found that seemed easy and low risk enough over the past few days, replacing what should have been a primal fear of having bits hexed off with eager anticipation enhancing a new sexual experience.

Ignoring the wand for the moment, Harry decided to tease the pink haired beauty with words this time. "You know? I am feeling a little peckish. I think I would like that breakfast Nym, thank you for offering."

'Oh no', She thought to herself, 'He's not getting away from me that easily, not after getting me so worked up!'

She quietly spoke the words to the spell she had in mind, causing a sudden change. Harry groaned a bit at the odd feeling, not dissimilar from the tingling of a foot falling asleep while the magic altered the shape of his cock.

The end result being a series of ripples running evenly along his shaft, almost like a rib cage. An apt description when the new addition felt like solid bone underneath the flesh. In addition to this was a crown of spines pointed towards him just behind the head, hard, yet rounded so as not to cause damage on the way out.

Harry wondered, not for the first time, if this kind of cock was based off some type of magical creature. It was a possibility considering the list of transfigurations in the book included things like horse and minotaur.

Tonks gave a sharp intake of breath as her face took on a look of feigned innocence and surprise.

He wasn't fooled for a moment and let out a low, rumbling growl as he rolled over her, grabbing behind both of her knees and holding them apart as he laid his large, monstrous looking member down on her stomach with a meaty thwack.

The base resting at her entrance was rocking back and forth deceptively gently, rubbing and teasing her clit while the tip hovered just above her navel, giving a very good guess at just how deep he would be inside her when he bottomed out. Just the thought of it caused her pussy to twitch in desire.

"That was naughty of you Nym." He uttered lowly as his lips descended to her pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise if she didn't use her metamorph abilities to heal it. She'd long decided not to though. She wanted to bear every mark he gave her proudly as proof that she was claimed already. To tell the world that she was owned, and belonged to Harry.

"What if it got stuck that way hmm?" Harry asked as he slowly moved his body lower. Each hardened ridge on his shaft steadily being dragged across her own sensitive nub while at the same time his lips seamlessly trailed kisses down to her breasts before taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently.

"I w-wouldn't complain." She whimpered and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Hermione was still asleep, dead to the world next to them and Tonks wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

Harry chuckled at her response before relinquishing his hold on her puffy rose bud.

The raven haired teen leaned back, still holding her legs apart and Tonks greedily eyed the adonis in front of her. His arms and chest of compact muscle now a little to large to call a swimmers build anymore. She knew his lean body type would likely never get much larger than it was now, and that was perfect for her, a more natural, predatory type that can still move with grace and power.

She loved how she could see each muscle move as needed beneath his skin and her eyes trailed down his abs that contoured as a V shape to his hip bones and ending at the real prize. A normally beautifully large cock now looked more like it belonged to some kind of incubus or lust demon; every inch designed to maximise her pleasure.

This version was her favorite so far, though to be fair, they still hadn't tried all that many.

Harry started to slowly push in, her weeping entrance eagerly yielding to the intrusion. "You're just a glutton for punishment aren't you love?"

The head and crown of spikes dove in and immediately pulled back out to kiss her entrance. That small act sent every nerve ending screaming in joy for more as the deepest parts of her begged Nymphadora for attention.

She knew what she had to do in order to get the fucking she wanted, having long since figured out Harry's biggest weakness. He couldn't resist her begging for it. The dirtier her words and more self debasing the better to really set him off.

And after her experience with what he can do, she wasn't above doing anything to get Harry to fuck her thoroughly.

"Fuck me Harry. Please fuck me. Stick that monster cock inside and mess me up. I'm your personal cock sleeve Harry. Dump your hot cum in me and use me! I belong to only you Harry. Plea-!"

Anything further she might have said was interrupted by an involuntary squeak as Harry's hips slammed into hers, burying himself inside her with a firm, unyielding thrust.

His lips quirked in satisfaction as the woman currently impaled on his dick not only couldn't speak, but had also lost control of her shapeshifting ability as her hair and eye color cycled through every color of the rainbow twice before she regained any of her senses and seemed to settle on electric blue hair with violet eyes.

A completely unnatural combination to be sure, but then, Harry never did have a good reference for what others considered normal.

As if to further show off how happy Tonks was with her current predicament, she used a new favorite trick she discovered to non verbally convey her feelings.

Harry saw the change immediately as her pupils dilated and change their shape to that of hearts, a sign of her utter devotion. He loved that as much as the elf princess role play she accurately pulled off the day before.

"I love you too Nym." Harry confessed, smiling softly at her.

She had dropped the 'L' word before during the height of passion, meaning it with every fiber of her being, and Harry couldn't bring himself to not return her feelings.

Even he thought it was weird that they had said so after only knowing each other for a few days, but he knew it wasn't simple infatuation or lust. He knew it deep inside, that both Nymphadora and Hermione meant it when they respectively said it, and so he accepted them. It was only right to allow himself to love them in turn.

Tonks let out a keening wail at his words while he inner muscles clenched down tight on him, unwilling to let him go.

It wasn't enough in the end however, as Harry slowly pulled his hard cock from her depths, each new addition to it scraping against her walls in such a way that her mind nearly blanked from the exquisite pleasure.

She visibly reacted with her body spasming as a climax from all the build up ripped through her, eyes rolling into the back of her head while her mouth worked up and down with no sound coming out.

Harry himself wasn't immune to the pleasures of flesh, the modification to his cock currently changed how he experienced it. The spines around his glans weren't just for her enjoyment as it spread out his own feeling of her velvet walls around a greater area than normal.

He swiftly sank his entire length back down into Nym and relished in the feeling of her womb seeming to give him a kiss of its own. Harry was actually happy to find out he'd gotten quite lucky twice over, as according to the woman he was starting to rock back and forth into, not all women feel pleasure from having their cervix touched in the way his long and thick penis could.

Tonks slowly came down from her high, as much as she could, with Harry gently making love to her anyway, and reached up to cup his face and pull him down for an intimate kiss.

The emerald eyed man obliged her and released her legs to put one hand on her waist to keep leverage, while the other snaked around her head to deepen their locked lips.

Tonks responded by hooking her legs around Harry's waist in a natural position to keep him from being able to get away, not that he would, but it was instinctive for her to get as much of his cum inside her as possible. A primal part of her that she wasn't consciously aware of responding Harry's pheromones.

"Ah, ah f-f-fuck Harry! S-so goooood!" Was all the metamorphmagus could coherently before devolving into muffled cries of happiness as Harry's thick cock picked up in speed and intensity.

The hand he had holding her waist traced along her flat, toned stomach to caress her supple tit, quickly finding the erect nipple attached to it, he began pulling lightly in between rubbing circles around it with his thumb.

Breaking off from another heated kiss Tonks had demanded, Harry leaned down to whisper in his lover's ear, "You're so wonderful Nym. I'm glad I found you. Will you cum for me Nym? Cum for me."

"N-no faaaaaair." She moaned, turning into a whimper as her body tightened up in an eagerness to his words despite her wanting to keep going until he at least came once.

Her own pussy betrayed her as it clenched around the hardened cockflesh she had been worshiping, spasming, begging, and demanding in its own way to be rewarded for her devotion.

It wasn't fair at all. He was cheating! Of course if he poured words like that into her ear she'd lose her mind in an orgasmic bliss!

She had to desperately hold on as her head thrashed from side to side trying to fend off the inevitable. The blue haired auror needed him to cum, she would feel like a failure if she couldn't even bring the love of her life off.

Her prayers were answered when she caught sight of her wand laying innocently in arms reach to her right. She remembered, through the haze of her rapidly approaching orgasm, that Harry had recently become quite proficient in another charm they discovered in that book. Thankfully it was unisex.

Tonks reached out and took hold of her wand, pointed it in Harry's direction and cried out the incantation he'd had so much fun using on her and Hermione, "Novissime Acutamas!" The spell that forces the target to climax.

Like a switch had been flipped, Harry stopped all movement for a moment at the words she just cried and the feeling that washed over him. He knew from past experience that there wasn't much use in fighting what was about to happen.

Green orbs darkened in lust and Harry began slamming his entire length into Nymphadora.

With one final thrust when he couldn't delay the inevitable anymore, forced his cock as deep as it could go, Nym's labia and clit firmly mashed against his pelvis, while he deposited first one load, then another, and another. Until her womb was full and his seed had thoroughly invaded her, coating and sticking to her insides; the act of which sent the witch into a screaming, earth shattering orgasim.

Harry did his best to muffle her scream by molding their lips together, which she unconsciously responded to.

When she finally seemed to come down, Harry pulled back to look at her. He found he just couldn't bring himself to be upset with her for casting that particular spell on him. Not with the look of bliss on her face, tongue hanging out just slightly as she panted, catching her breath and her eyes still sporting heart shaped pupils.

She almost didn't react when he pulled his semi hard, still altered dick out of her thoroughly fucked cunt. He looked to see that her hole seemed to retain his shape gaping as it 'grasped' for his penis as if it was still inside.

Her cervix may have closed up like a tightfisted miser that wouldn't part with its treasure for anything, but some of his cum had still leaked out and began trailing down her ravaged pussy.

To Harry's amusement, Nym seemed to realize this on some level, and moved one hand to scoop it back in and then hold it.

Harry gently collapsed next to her and started rubbing small circles on her toned stomach, noticing a very slight bulge where her overstuffed womb was. He wondered if that amount was normal but chalked it up to one of the girls maybe having tried another spell on him when he wasn't paying attention, or sleeping.

Lemon End

"That was…" Tonks started before trailing off, having finally came back to her senses.

"That was?... Good?" Harry asked with a comically hopeful look on his face. Exaggerated wide eyes while biting his bottom lip expectantly.

She giggled at the look before she accidentally let out a very unladylike snort that only set off deep belly laughter from her.

"Good? Good!?... No it wasn't" She deadpanned on the last part.

It held up right until Harry's mock horrified face broke through her tenuous seriousness, and she laughed again.

"It wasn't good, it was bloody incredible! As always." She nodded in emphasis of her point.

"Language." A muffled voice on the other side of Harry broke through their moment.

The black haired young man looked over to his other side while Tonks propped herself up on her elbows.

A frizzy head of brown hair, the only time of the day it seemed to be so bushy anymore, poked out from underneath a pillow to pout at them.

"Morning Hermione."

"G'morning sunshine." Harry and Tonks respectively greeted the third member of their trio.

"I can't believe you two had fun without me." Hermione said while emerging from her cocoon of blankets and sheets.

The currently blue haired auror was the one to shrug her shoulders and answer, "You were the one complaining about being worn out last night." Which had been true.

Hermione was the one to have the most fun with the variable vibrating charm discovered in the 'Carnal Compendium' and took it to new levels. Like most of the spells in that particular book, the spell name performed as advertised, enchanting an object to vibrate at a level to be determined by the caster.

The interesting part was that the original author only listed one example where he enchanted a smoothed, polished piece of wood that was transfigured into a phallic shape. And while that was truly ahead of its time, Hermione instantly started coming up with new uses for such a spell that was essentially a second year charm in difficulty.

At her urging, she convinced her coven sister Tonks to transfigure a smooth, metal cock ring for Harry. They accomplished a great thing that day, and also found Hermione's limit before passing out. For his part, Harry got enjoyment from it too. The vibrations felt different in a good way for him, and he definitely appreciated the quivering mess it made of his girlfriend.

The only worry he had was the galleon signs in Nymphadora's eyes as she tried to distract Hermione by asking her about marketing possibilities of such an enchantment.

Harry certainly couldn't let the Weasley twins find out about this. He didn't need them opening up a sex shop instead of a joke shop; nor did he think the wizarding world at large was ready for such a thing.

Sadly, he would find out later that Tonks politely disagreed, and felt that witches the world over needed to catch up to their muggle counterparts in this area. It was practically a public service.

"Still would have been nice to be included. And don't think for a moment I slept through all of that. It was hard not to notice with that filthy mouth of yours young lady." Hermione complained without any rancor, as evidenced by her exaggerated haughty expression with lips threatening to break into a smile.

"Oy! This filthy mouth has done things to you Hermione." Tonks rebutted with waggling eyebrows.

The girl in question blushed in response at the ambiguous, yet true statement.

Before she could say anything to address it, Tonks stretched out, then hopped out of bed and began hunting for clothes to wear.

Hermione gaped in astonishment at how the other woman could move so soon after the ravishing she just had, when she remembered early on when her and Harry decided to include her, the metamorph explained that she could use her abilities internally to a degree as well as externally. One such use was to purge her exhaustion and fatigue at an absurd rate.

The bushy haired girl grumbled to herself about the blatant unfairness of it all.

"Well back to plan A. I'm gonna whip up something for us to eat. You two can take your time getting ready." The spunky auror chirped far to happily in Hermione's opinion.

Harry theatrically raised the back of his hand to his head, "I'm so anxious, I don't know if I'll be able to eat anything. If only I had two beautiful women to comfort me emotionally in my time of need…" He paused to open one eye and see if Tonks was buying his act, "And sexually." The raven haired man went for broke when he saw that she wasn't undressing her recently donned clothes of ripped skinny jeans and one of Harry's t-shirts that only fit because she shrunk her breasts to a more modest size.

Tonks shook her head ruefully at his incorrigible behavior and sauntered over to him with a seductive sway in her hips.

She leaned down and kissed him lovingly before pulling away, "Oh no you don't mister. I'm not falling for your charms again."

"You think I'm charming?" He asked with a wide smile, not dissimilar to a cat that got the cream.

Nymphadora rolled her eyes in good humor with her own smile as she leaned over to give the still half awake Hermione a quick kiss on the lips as well before returning to leaning over Harry.

"Of that Mr. Potter, there is no doubt." She gave her parting compliment before she turned to leave.

Tonks should have known better than to so flippantly present an easy target to her love as she felt a resounding smack on her bottom before she got out of arm's reach, drawing a startled squeak from her.

Again, without meaning to, he managed to set her off without even trying. She resolutely strode towards the door before he really did manage to seduce her into bed again.

As the door shut behind her, Harry turned to Hermione with a smug look on his face, "She called me charming."

Hermione laughed and pulled him to her for her own loving, thinking about how much she loved his confidence that had been growing since they became a couple.

While they started to relax into each other's embrace, her hand brushed against something that wasn't familiar in a place she had become intimately familiar with.

To her embarrassment she shrieked and reared back as if bitten, realizing as she was doing so how much of an overreaction it was.

She'd chastise herself later, but had more pressing concerns at the moment. Hermione quickly lifted the blanket protecting Harry's modesty and her jaw hit the floor as she saw the latest transfiguration Tonks tried from the book-of-lewd-things.

"Woah." Was her ineloquent response to the monster between her boyfriends legs.

Harry smiled as he too looked down, "I know right?"

ALALAL

Remus Lupin was having an extraordinarily bad week all things considered.

Dumbledore had asked him to gather support for their side against Voldemort, or failing that, at least convince them to stay out of the war the Order of the Phoenix was convinced was coming.

It was a sound idea, the raggad werewolf had to admit. At least it was at first.

The werewolf community was a tight knit one, where everyone knows everyone. It had been so long since Remus interacted with them that he'd forgotten they were still shunning him. The reasons behind this were old and varied, suffice it to say he made some choices during the last war that wasn't exactly popular with the packs.

After his first failed attempt at ingratiating himself among them failed, Albus Dumbledore sent him right back out to try again with a pat on the head.

Not a literal pat of course, but he was very polite and seemingly understanding. As such, he asked Remus to, "Promise the werewolves the moon if it would mean getting them to side with them this time." A poor choice of words in hindsight, considering the situation.

As it turns out, once he was finally allowed the chance to speak to the pack leaders, they weren't interested in anything he had to say or offer. Funny enough, they had heard roughly the exact same thing already.

To the Order member's dismay however, it wasn't the opposite side that made these promises to them, but Dumbledore during the last war.

While Remus had been busy fighting the good fight last time, the Leader of the Light had been running around, and apparently failing, at playing the diplomat.

He had already made overtures to the packs, telling them that once they won the war, he would throw his weight around, they would have equal rights, job opportunities, anything their hearts desired.

Unfortunately, at the time, Voldemort had made the same promises, and was winning the war decisively.

But that wasn't the worst part. The majority of the packs had decided to stay neutral in the conflict with the exception of the rare few who were bloodthirsty enough to join Fenrir Greyback.

After being rebuffed, Remus had a new appreciation for why both sides had tried so hard to gain the werewolves loyalty. Not counting the children and elderly, they had over a hundred fighting fit men and women in Britain. Whoever could have convinced them to join would have had an impressive upswing in numbers considering the Order had a bare fifty active members at their height while it was estimated the Death Eaters had around a hundred all told.

Sure, they were spread out among smaller packs, but when it came to something this big they usually ran as one.

And the crushing blow that was the final nail in the coffin for Lupin's efforts? They didn't need anything either side offered them now.

Back then, it was a very hard life for a werewolf. No respect or prospects from the wizard side of the world; and a difficult situation in the muggle world when they need a few days of a month to recover from the full moon.

That was where the second surprise came from. The werewolf packs had fully integrated into the muggle world in the intervening years. Without the possibility for a magical education that Remus was lucky enough to get, the other, less fortunate werewolves had to make due with muggle education.

It was impressed upon the youth that they needed to succeed, and they did. Every single one of them passed their A levels. And most of them made it into a university on scholarships.

By working together and collaborating with each other, they managed to get great jobs. And all it took was a few of them rising to the top of their respective ladders to open the floodgates for the rest of the packs.

Remus was floored by the revelation. And felt a new level of bitterness at the fact that his Hogwarts education, which he hadn't really been able to make full use of, prevented him from attending muggle schooling in his youth. Unable to work due to his condition in the magical world, and incapable of being considered for any above board job in the muggle world, he really felt trapped between the two worlds.

The packs had made it clear, they refused to take a side in the coming war, in fact they didn't even believe him about the return of Voldemort, and where unconcerned if he had. Their opinion was that if he was back, he would be far too busy to actively fight them.

They also informed him that they wouldn't provide aid to any werewolf that picked a side. A not so subtle jab at Remus himself for being a member of Dumbledore's Order.

His only consolation from this whole debacle was that he technically succeeded in his second objective, to prevent them from joining Voldemort.

The haggard and downtrodden werewolf heaved a great sigh of disappointment as he apparated outside of headquarters.

As he started making his way there to report in, he found himself thinking of the young, beautiful, quirky auror with outrageous hair that seemed to be attracted to him. She'd made it obvious, and he wasn't quite that dense, but he'd hesitated before.

What if she's just going through a phase? What would everyone say if such a young woman started dating an older man like him? What would Sirius say? Never mind that last one, he already knew Sirius would never be able to stop joking about it.

There were so many 'what ifs', but what did he want? Didn't he deserve a little happiness in his life? Maybe these thoughts are only running through his head because he had his face rubbed in the happiness of his fellow werewolves who'd found mates and settled down on his recent Order business.

Either way, he resolved to talk to Nymphadora. Who knew? Maybe it could lead to somewhere?

ALALAL

Tonks bounced down the stairs of Grimmauld place with a spring in her step, only hampered slightly by her limp. It would pass eventually, it always did.

Barging into the kitchen like she owned the place, she was brought out of the clouds seeing her cousin sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal and a newspaper.

He glanced up with a half awake gaze and smiled when he recognized her.

"Mornin' Mrs. Potter." Sirius greeted casually.

This caused her to miss a step and tumble rather ungracefully to the floor.

"Whu-huh-pwa?!" Nymphadora mumbled tripping over her words nearly as bad as she tripped over her own feet while she grabbed onto the edge of the table to help herself up.

Sirius chuckled, a low rumbling noise instead of his normal boisterous laughter, a testament to him still not being fully awake yet.

"I still got it."

The Lord of the house saw that she was still having trouble forming a response so he took pity on her and answered her unasked question.

"You three haven't been as subtle as you think you have… Or maybe I've just been more observant? Harry and I are technically the only ones forbidden to leave so I guess it was just easier for me to spot than others." He told her.

She nodded her head along with the explanation, it did make sense after all.

"Or maybe it was because you forgot to use a silencing charm two nights ago?" He said while rubbing his chin in thought. She hadn't forgotten actually, but that didn't stop Sirius from being a master at bluffing.

Tonks choked on air at that and coughed trying to get her breath back.

Sirius ignored her plight as if he was alone and ruminating to himself before shrugging his shoulders and looking back at her once she composed herself.

"Oh… who knows? Could be anything really."

Inwardly, he was cackling like a madman. Supremely proud of his godson for sure. But that wouldn't stop the good natured teasing at his expense from now until the end of time.

Sirius had been in a threesom with two women a time or two back in his day, but he never had two girlfriends at the same time… That knew about each other at least.

"So I'm gonna make breakfast for everyone. Do you want some?" She asked in politeness, her own way of extending an olive branch to end the teasing for now.

Steel grey eyes looked between her and his bowl of cold cereal, a concession he had to accede to today because it was one of the days Molly was out and he wouldn't trust Kreacher not to fuck with him somehow.

He pushed his bowl away and looked up with pleading eyes, "Yes please."

Nymphadora nodded as she walked over to the fridge and began to pull out staple ingredients when they heard the front door open and close in the distance. Neither of the kitchens occupants paid it any mind, Order members come and go all the time and if it was an enemy that managed to find a way around the Fidelius, they likely would have come in wands blazing.

Besides that, it had been oddly quiet when it came to Voldemort's faction, and Dumbledore seemed to be tight lipped about something he wasn't ready to share with everyone just yet. Because of this, while all the members were alert and active, the lack of anything going on had led to them becoming just a little complacent in what felt more like a cold war.

Tonks was pulling a few more things she might use out of the pantry when the kitchen door opened and Remus walked in.

Taking a look around, he only saw his friend Sirius and the girl who had a crush on him. His heart started beating just a little faster and he had to focus on keeping his hands from shaking as his nerves kicked in. It was ridiculous, only a week ago she was just a colleague, but now that he entertained the thought of dating her, he was taken back to his Hogwarts days when he was too self conscious to even consider taking a chance and asking anyone out.

'Not this time. It will be different now. Besides, she's already attracted to me, that's half the battle won right there.' He thought as he steeled himself.

"Good morning Padfoot. Nymphadora, do you have a moment to talk?"

The sound of grinding teeth was nearly audible as the only female in the kitchen practically slammed down the carton of eggs she was holding, damaging a few, "Call me Tonks!"

Remus gulped in renewed nervousness. Maybe this was a mistake? He'd already messed up when he'd forgotten she hated being called by her first name.

"What do you want to talk about?" Tonks asked as she heaved a sigh and turned to face him.

"Oh uh… er, I w-was hoping we could talk in private?" He internally berated himself, both for the bad start, and for stumbling over his words. But he was committed to this path.

The cute metamorph cast a glance over at Sirius whom was still seated at the table looking anywhere but at her and Remus.

"Fine." She conceded while rolling her eyes and wondering what he could possibly need to say to her that couldn't be said in front of Sirius.

As the two made their way out of the kitchen, Sirius sat in silence for a moment, thinking about the train wreck that was about to happen.

"Wait… who's going to make me breakfast now?" He pouted childishly.

The escaped convict was promised breakfast and he had his heart set on it now. He stood up and walked over to the stove with his wand in hand.

Unlike muggle stove's, magical ones were made with inbuilt enchantments that needed a wand to be pressed in the spots where the nobs where located. This saved everyone the hassle of needing to learn cooking spells. It was truly a revolutionary invention that was shamelessly ripped off from the muggles decades ago. Purebloods wouldn't stand for having their food cooked over an open flame like savages after all.

If Sirius wasn't raised as a pureblood himself, he might have thought it odd the things that his people would, and would not steal from muggles. Cooking appliances and the radio were fine, but phones and television? Fuck no! Stick your head in the fireplace if you need to call someone!

"Maybe I'll just make my own breakfast then." He said while raising his wand, "How hard can it be?"

Remus, followed by Tonks, walked into the living room. They stood in silence for a minute, Tonks content to wait while Remus tried to formulate what to say.

Eventually, he worked up the nerve and decided to just come out and say it. "Ny-Tonks I mean!" He corrected himself when he saw her glare.

"Umm… I uh… know that you like me. And… and I've done some thinking, and I'd like to give it a shot." He haltingly confessed but managed in the end.

He thought he may have messed it up because of her silence and pressed on to make himself clear, "Will you go out with me?"

Another long moment of silence passed, uncomfortable to Remus, but Tonks was another matter as she was chewing over what he'd just said.

'This was the older man I had a silly little crush on?' She thought as she tried to imagine such a thing. It was absurd looking at him now. A perpetually disheveled appearance, combined with a constant air that he should be pitied by everyone, insisting he didn't want their help, while he put on a false humble front that had everyone fooled, including himself.

'Oh no, this… just no.' She thought while shaking her head, having the veil of naivety stripped away. 'How am I gonna face my mum after this? She'll never let me live it down.' Tonks could already hear her mother crowing 'I told you so!' While dancing both in happiness at her daughter getting over a childish crush and getting to be right.

Her mother was going to be insufferable, she just knew it. Maybe if she timed it right with telling her she was involved with Harry Potter could take the wind out of her sails?

"Er… Tonks?" Remus spoke up, interrupting her thoughts.

"Oh sorry, I was thinking about something else. Anyway, thanks. But not interested." She let him down and turned to leave when he halted her.

"Wait! Why?" He asked with a tinge of desperation in his voice that he hated.

She turned back and arched a blue eyebrow while crossing her arms over her chest, "A girl can only wait so long before she moves on. Women like to be appreciated." The last part said with a blush when thinking about all the ways she'd been appreciated lately.

Remus felt his world falling out from under him when he suddenly put pieces together that he didn't realize were right in front of his face until now.

It was the smell. His heightened werewolf senses had picked it out when he saw her but he didn't think anything of it until now. Nymphadora Tonks smelled just like Harry Potter.

He know realized that it wasn't faint like having just been in the same room or given a hug from the person in question. This was the kind of stench that was soaked into her. The kind of smell one animal leaves on another when they've marked their mate.

With dawning horror, Remus nearly gagged when he understood that what he was smelling was Harry's seed on her.

"You're fucking Harry?" He accused before he could stop himself. He hadn't meant to sound so vulgar.

Instead of getting offended, Tonks burst out in peals of laughter, "That's one word for it." She managed to say after regaining control of herself.

"He's a quick learner and he really knows how to spoil me in all the right ways." She finished by biting her lip as her eyes glazed over thinking about her encounter this morning.

"W-what about Hermione?!" Remus half shouted grasping at straws as he desperately tried to wrap his head around this situation. Trying anything to make sense of it at this point.

"What about Hermione?" A different voice asked as Harry, and the girl in question, walked into the living room to join the discussion.

"Harry? I thought you were dating Hermione? Are you cheating on her with Tonks?" The werewolf questioned now that all parties involved were present.

Emerald eyes blinked owlishly at the sudden interrogation and answered on autopilot, "What? Of course not."

This didn't help Remus calm down in the slightest, in fact it made him angry and disappointed at the same time.

"Don't lie to me Harry. I can smell you all over Nymphadora."

The metamorph nearly lunged to take a swing at Remus for using her first name yet again, but was stopped by Harry and Hermione each taking a shoulder to hold her back.

"Okay, one, that's gross. Two, Nym, Hermione and I are all in a relationship together." Harry clarified.

Tonks had picked at the t-shirt she was currently wearing and gave a deep inhale before closing her eyes in bliss.

"Well I am wearing your shirt." She spoke up.

Remus was nearly at his wits end, a part of him knew it was irrational to keep trying, but his emotions were running hot as he felt like he was losing his chance while the wolf within him felt like it was losing a mate and demanded he fight for her.

"What about your age difference? She's too old for you Harry."

All three sets of eyes widened in surprise before morphing into various expressions of disbelief at what they all thought was a very petty argument.

Tonks was the one to say what was on all of their minds first, "Are you playing the age card?" She asked while very obviously eyeing Remus up and down, "Really?" To which, he had no response.

This prompted Hermione to look quizzically at Harry, "Come to think of it, I'm older than Harry is too." She said with narrowed eyes, "Mr. Potter, do you have a type?"

Nymphadora let out an obviously faked gasp of surprise, "Harry! Do you only like me because I'm an older woman?"

"I prefer the term 'experienced'." Harry said without missing a beat and waggling eyebrows.

The three youngest in the room all laughed enjoying their synergy.

Once Tonks calmed down, she pulled Harry into a deep kiss and made it as sloppy and with as much tongue as possible to really drive the point home. She belonged to Harry, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

This had the desired effect. The older werewolf had lost, complete and utterly lost before he ever knew there was competition.

"Come on now Harry, I promised you breakfast after all and there's only a bit of time left. We want to get there with time to spare." Tonks said once she heard Remus's hurried footsteps leaving.

Harry nodded and the trio made their way back to the kitchen. The sight that greeted them was not one that any of them would have anticipated.

Through a congested cloud of smoke they could just make out the source of which was the blackened stove. Above it on the wall, stretching almost to the ceiling, was a line of obvious fire damage.

While Tonks immediately started casting charms to clear the air of the lingering burnt smell, Harry walked in and saw a pan submerged in water in the sink with something charred beyond recognition sticking to it.

And sitting in the middle of all this chaos was one Sirius Black. A spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth in one hand, newspaper in the other, when he finally noticed his company.

"Ah Tonks! You're back! So… about that breakfast?" He asked innocently as he pushed his bowl away without breaking eye contact.

As it turns out, most wizarding homes don't have smoke alarms because they are confident in their fire repellant charms.

A/N: I just want to finish up with saying thank you everyone! I'm actually a little intimidated truth be told. There was a day when I hoped to be good enough to have over 1,000 people who liked my story. I broke that number before I knew it. But the part that really got to me? This story, inbetween the last chapter and this one, crossed the 2,000 favorite threshold! It makes me happy knowing so many people enjoy this story.