The Christmas Gift (Christmas Special)

Merry Christmas everyone! Here is this years Christmas special. Originally, I was going to turn this idea into a 4 chapter story, but with so many other projects going on, I decided to condense it and turn it into a one shot. I may still turn this into a longer story, but not until I've finished a few other stories first, and if there's enough interest. Take care, have a great holiday season, and I'll see you soon.

The Christmas Gift

“Thank you, Mundungus, that’s very informative,” Dumbledore said.

Nymphadora Tonks repressed a sigh as the Order meeting dragged on. She didn’t know how an increase in fake protection amulets being sold in Diagon Alley was helpful, but apparently, Dumbledore thought it was important.

As Hestia began talking about the inner Pureblood politics of the latest dinner party she attended, Tonks gazed around the room, looking for anything to entertain herself.

Sirius was brooding over a cup of tea she strongly suspected was filled with some sort of alcohol, Molly was knitting a jumper, occasionally glancing up to show she was paying attention, and Moody’s magical eye was examining the kitchen cabinets as if he expected a Death Eater to be hiding in any one of them.

The only thing she found remotely interesting was Bill’s none-too-subtle glances towards Fleur. It had been clear, when Dumbledore had introduced her earlier that night, that he had been instantly smitten. Fleur seemed well aware of that and had amused herself by teasing him, though Tonks couldn’t tell whether she was actually interested in him or not.

That said, it was still funny to watch Bill Weasley get momentarily dazzled by the Veela’s devastating good looks and tantalizing Allure. Tonks planned to tease him mercilessly over the holidays because of it.

“If there’s nothing else, I think we’ll call it a night,” Dumbledore announced, breaking her out of her thoughts. “We’ll continue guard duty in the Department of Mysteries as scheduled. We hopefully won’t meet again until after the New Year, so I wish you all a Merry Christmas.”

Most of those not staying at Grimmauld Place quickly got to their feet and bid everyone goodnight, anxious to get home after a long day. The ones that stayed were Moody, who fell into a hushed conversation with Remus; Bill, who was waylaid by his mother; and Fleur, who seemed in no rush to leave.

After sitting for the last three hours, Tonks got to her feet and walked out of the kitchen. She almost fell when she stepped on a Dungbomb outside the door and had to grab the wall for support. Righting herself, she smiled and shook her head as she bent down to pick it up. Molly had been religious about applying an Imperturbable to the door before meeting to ensure her kids couldn’t listen, but it didn’t look like they were willing to give up so easily.

Stuffing the Dungbomb in her pocket, Tonks sighed and looked around. The first floor was empty and oddly quiet for a house with so many people living there. Wandering down the hall, she made her way into the library to see if she could find a good book.

The room was fairly large, with the shelves lining the walls except for a spot at the very back where there was a fireplace and a pair of wingback chairs. Two more shelves halfway along the wall protruded inward, leaving a small aisle in the middle of the room.

Despite Molly’s purge over the Summer, the library had remained relatively untouched at Sirius’ insistence. Most of the books were full of dark magic and depraved rituals, true, but that didn’t mean they might not be useful. As Tonks scanned the titles for something that wouldn’t give her nightmares, she eventually made her way to the back left corner of the room, which she was surprised to find packed full of romance novels.

Amusingly, one of them, titled ‘Under the Harvest Moon’ by Christina Letchworth, featured a witch in the throes of passion with a transformed Werewolf on the cover. Looking a little further, she found another book titled ‘A Night with a Vampire” by Abagail Fern.

Tonks snorted.

“Of course, they had to be bloody hypocrites,” she muttered.

Suddenly, she heard a giggle that could only belong to Fleur. A moment later, the door to the library slammed closed, and the room was filled with the sound of heavy snogging. Quirking an eyebrow, she turned around and smirked when she heard a thud from the other side of the bookshelf, followed by a muffled, feminine moan.

Bill works fast, she thought.

There was a rustle of clothing, the clinking of a metal belt buckle, and then a loud gasp. Tonks’ eyebrows shot up, and her mouth fell open incredulously.

Are they seriously fucking?

Her question was answered when the bookshelf began to shake in time with a loud, rhythmic thumping. Tonks covered her mouth to hold in a laugh when she caught a flash of silvery blonde hair between the books and ducked down out of sight. Snickering silently, she knelt down and carefully plucked one of the books out of the way for a better view.

What she got was a partially obstructed view of Fleur’s perfect ass being held up by a pair of strong hands. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her legs were wrapped around Bill’s waist as he pounded her against the bookcase. Tonks wondered if she had gone knickerless all night or if they were lying on the floor somewhere.

Suddenly, he lifted Fleur higher, and she caught a glimpse of his long, thick cock a second before it speared back into her glistening folds. Fleur’s breath hitched, and she let out a long, trembling moan.

“’Arry.”

No. Fucking. Way.

Tonks stood back up and moved her head around until she found a wide enough gap in the books. At first, all she could see was the back of Fleur’s head, but when she leaned down to suck the man’s neck, she finally saw who it was.

Harry Potter was fucking Fleur Delacour.

“Oui,” Fleur gasped. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” Harry grunted.

Fleur buried her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her orgasmic moans as Harry’s thrusts reached a frantic pace. Tonks could hear how wet Fleur had become. A few books fell from the shelves as Harry hammered into her desperately. One of them was the books right in front of Tonks’ face. For a moment, she was sure she’d been caught, but Harry’s eyes were screwed shut.

Spinning to the side and leaning her back against the bookcase, Tonks’ heart thundered in her chest as she listened to Harry grunt and groan through his climax. The frantic banging stopped, and the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing.

“Mmh, I missed you, mon amour,” Fleur purred.

“I missed you, too,” Harry mumbled.

“Sirius offered me a room.”

“Really?” Harry asked hopefully.

Fleur laughed. Tonks heard them kiss, and then they began shuffling around and adjusting their clothes.

“Where is your room?” Fleur asked.

“Upstairs. Second door on the right.”

“I weel meet you there soon. I need to clean up and get clothes from my apartment.”

They kissed again. Much longer this time, and Tonks turned to peer through the bookcase. Laughing, Fleur placed her hands on Harry’s chest and pushed him away.

“Go. Before we get caught,” she said.

Smiling, Harry gave her one more kiss, turned, and left the library, closing the door behind him.

“Did you enjoy ze show?”

Tonks gave a start before reminding herself that she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t check to make sure you were alone before you started shagging,” she replied.

Chuckling, Fleur stepped around the bookcase, her cheeks flushed and her hair tousled.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she said, drawing her wand and conjuring a cloth.

“Didn’t get to see much,” Tonks shrugged.

Fleur smirked, “If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask.”

Lifting her flowing black skirt and shamelessly exposing her bald mound, she wiped her leaking folds.

“So… you and Harry?” Tonks asked curiously. “How long has that been going on?”

“Since last year, after ze Second Task,” Fleur said, dropping her skirt and vanishing the cloth.

“The one where he saved your sister?”

“Oui,” Fleur smiled.

“That must’ve been one hell of a thank you,” Tonks grinned.

“Eet was,” Fleur smirked, adjusting her bra and jumper. “I weel tell you about it sometime. Bon nuit, Tonks.”

“Not as good as yours,” Tonks replied teasingly.

Smiling unrepentantly, Fleur turned and left the library.

For the next three days, Tonks barely spent any time at Grimmauld Place despite the fact that she was living there. Between her job as an Auror and spending her nights doing odd jobs for the Order, the only times she was there were to eat dinner and to sleep.

Thankfully, two days before Christmas, she finally got approval for a one-week vacation. On her first day off, she came downstairs and was greeted by the good news that Arthur would be released from St. Mungo’s.

The oppressive atmosphere around the house lifted for the first time in months.

Since Molly was at the hospital visiting Arthur all morning, Ginny was able to catch Tonks up on all the juicy gossip. Contrary to what she expected, Harry and Fleur weren’t hiding their relationship. Unsurprisingly, that hadn’t gone down well with Molly. According to Ginny, she constantly tried to keep them apart and regularly inferred that Harry would be happier with Ginny or Hermione.

Harry’s response had been to simply nod along when he was in her presence and then sneak off with Fleur the moment her attention was diverted. Something that the twins took great delight in doing often. For her part, Fleur, when she wasn’t working at Gringotts, ignored Molly completely.

One thing that surprised Tonks was how affectionate they were with one another. Harry had never seemed like the affectionate type, but around Fleur, he acted like a different person. He carried himself with a confidence she hadn’t seen in him earlier in the year. It suited him well, and Tonks would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she got slightly jealous watching them cuddle on the couch near the fire.

After talking to Fleur in the evening, she was surprised to find out they got on shockingly well, considering how different they were. Tonks really admired the fact that she wasn’t taking Molly’s shit. Any time she broached the subject of her relationship with Harry in an uncomplimentary light, Fleur showed him with affection.

Once, after Molly had been going on for minutes about how long-distance relationships rarely worked out until the twins distracted her by setting off firecrackers in the kitchen, Harry and Fleur had vanished the moment she was gone and didn’t return for several minutes. When they did, both of them were flushed, Fleur’s lips were visibly swollen, and her lipstick was conspicuously smudged. Making eye contact with Tonks, she very deliberately wiped the corner of her mouth.

Tonks nearly cracked a rib suppressing a laugh when Molly eyed them suspiciously but said nothing. She fumed silently for the next hour, knitting furiously.

Fleur and Harry were among the first to head to bed for the night, while Tonks stayed up a little longer to chat with Sirius. When she entered her bedroom an hour later, she was in for quite the surprise. She noticed it as soon as she walked in. The mirror above her vanity no longer showed a reflection of the room it was in.

Instead, it showed her a view of Harry’s room, where Fleur was face down, ass up on the bed, getting railed from behind, and looked like she had been for quite some time. Standing in front of her mirror, Tonks licked her lips as she eyed Harry’s surprisingly muscled torso and Fleur’s rippling backside.

She wondered if they could see her, but it didn’t seem like they could. Fleur was staring in her general direction but never quite made eye contact, and Harry never even glanced her way. Although to be fair, she probably wouldn’t either if she had his view of Fleur’s spectacular ass. Tonks thought she could have been doing naked cartwheels around his room, and he wouldn’t have noticed.

Making up her mind that she didn’t much care either way, Tonks kicked off her shoes, shucked off her trousers, and climbed onto her bed. Her right hand delved into her knickers and teased her rapidly moistening folds.

Unfortunately, there was no sound, but she could easily imagine the noises they would be making based on the faces they made. She could practically hear Fleur’s climatic cries as she clawed at the sheets, and her legs trembled.

Fleur tapped Harry’s leg, signaling him to stop, and then leaned forward until he slipped out of her. This gave Tonks her first real look at him in all of his glory, and she had to admit, he had quite an impressive cock. Long and thick, it glistened with Fleur’s arousal. They shifted around on the bed until Harry was on his back, and Fleur sat astride his waist.

Tonks groaned as she slipped two fingers between her folds at the same time Fleur sank onto his length. Suddenly, Fleur glanced briefly in her direction with a small, knowing smirk on her lips. Before Tonks could think too much about it, she braced her hands on his chest and started riding him vigorously, her large, perfectly shaped breasts bouncing hypnotically.

As if he could read her thoughts, Harry grasped them in his hands, kneading roughly while his fingers deftly teased, pinched, and twisted her soft pink nipples. Sliding her free hand under her shirt, Tonks groped her own chest in a poor imitation of his actions. With her other hand, she plunged her fingers in and out of her depths, trying to keep pace with the movement of Fleur’s hips.

When Fleur started to arch her back, her movements growing more frantic, Tonks ground the heel of her palm against her clit to keep pace. In unison, their hips jerked, and their legs trembled. Just as they reached their peaks, Harry grabbed Fleur’s hips and rolled over on top of her. Tonks gasped, her mouth hanging open while she watched him pound her into the mattress. She groaned and shivered as his face screwed up and his hips snapped forward one last time.

Tonks collapsed back against her pillows, thinking that would be the end, but in a remarkably short period of time, they were back at it again. They went at it for another hour in every position she could think of and a couple she’d never seen before. Tonks drove herself to two more orgasms before they finally shut off the lights, cuddled under the blankets, and fell asleep.

A simple finite removed whatever charm Fleur had placed on her mirror, and she cuddled up to a pillow, severely regretting her lack of a love life as she drifted off.

The next morning, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley left early to go get Arthur from St. Mungo’s. Fleur was conspicuously absent from the breakfast table. Once everyone was off and the house was quiet, Tonks slipped upstairs to check on her. She checked the room Fleur was supposed to be using first, but the bed was empty, looking as if it hadn’t been touched since she began staying there.

It probably hasn’t, Tonks thought sardonically.

Closing the door, she moved back to Harry’s room and peeked inside. Fleur was bundled up under the blankets, sound asleep.

“Wow, Harry can wear out a Veela. I’m impressed,” Tonks smirked, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her. “Do you plan on getting out of bed sometime today?”

Fleur’s eyes cracked open halfway and then closed again.

“Eet’s too early.”

“It’s almost eleven.”

With a groan, she rolled over and felt around on the bed.

“Where’s ‘Arry,” she asked sleepily.

“He left for St. Mungo’s,” Tonks told her. “Arthur’s getting out today.”

Fleur sighed and rolled onto her back. Sitting up, she lifted her arms above her head and stretched. As she groaned, the blanket fell, revealing her naked breasts. Her soft, pale globes were decorated with dark red love bites. With a shiver, she suddenly yanked the blankets back up to her shoulders.

“Eet’s so cold,” Fleur pouted at Tonks. “Come cuddle wiz me?”

Tonks rolled her eyes, “I came to get you out of bed, not climb into it with you. Come on, Frenchie, up and at ‘em.”

Marching over to the bed, she grabbed the blankets and gave them a tug. Fleur reached out and, with surprising strength, yanked Tonks onto the bed by the arm. Before she could even think about getting back up, Fleur tossed the blankets over her and scooted closer, stopping when their noses were a hair’s breadth apart.

“Zis is much better, non?” she asked with a teasing smirk.

Under the blanket, she rested her hand on Tonks’ waist, and her Allure flooded the room. Tonks gasped as her body flooded with heat, and her hand unconsciously landed on Fleur’s bare hip. Her eyes fell to her plump, pink lips, and she wondered what they would feel like to kiss before she could get hold of her thoughts.

“I don’t think your boyfriend would like this very much,” she said, a slight tremble in her voice.

Fleur smirked and shifted her body closer until their breasts touched and their legs were entwined.

“’Arry does not mind if I sleep wiz women… as long as I take pictures.”

Fleur slid her hand under the pillow, and it shifted under their heads. Behind her, Tonks watched, her breath quickening as a camera rose into the air. Her breath caught when a hand slipped under her shirt and caressed the bare skin of her stomach. Turning her eyes back to Fleur’s stunningly beautiful face, she liked her lips.

“Fuck it.”

Tonks leaned forward and pressed her lips to Fleur’s. Her lips tingled, and it felt like someone had injected a Lust Potion into her veins. In a haze of overwhelming arousal and demanding kisses, the blanket was tossed aside, and clothes were shed. Tonks pressed her naked body against Fleur’s, her hands every inch of her soft, sinful curves that she could reach. She raked her nails lightly down her back, groped her full, plump breasts, and kneaded her thick, muscular ass.

Tonks panted breathlessly when Fleur pulled back and flashed a sexy little smirk. Sitting up, she maneuvered Tonks around using nothing but soft, leading touches until she was sat between her legs with her back against her chest. Fleur laid down a trail of burning kisses along the side of her neck. With one hand, she grasped and gently kneaded Tonks’ left breast while slowly, teasingly dragging the nails of the other down her stomach.

As her nail continued down over her hip and reached the inside of her thigh, Tonks gasped and eagerly spread her legs wide open. Fleur chuckled as she grazed her nails back and forth, coming tantalizingly close but never quite touching her hot, glistening folds. Just when Tonks was about to lose her patience, Fleur dragged her finger up her thigh and between her drooling lips. An unhinged, wanton moan tore itself from her lips, and she bucked her hips.

“So wet for me,” Fleur purred.

A flash of white light lit up the room, harshly reminding Tonks of the camera that now floated right in front of her, snapping away.

“’Arry will love zis,” Fleur said, circling a finger around Tonks’ throbbing clit and drawing a stuttering gasp from her lips. “’E spends so many nights alone at ‘Ogwarts.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

Tonks’ gasp was as much from the mental image of Harry wanking to pictures of her as it was from Fleur’s fingers invading her depths. A loud squelch signaled just how wet she was, but she was too hot and desperate to feel embarrassed.

Fleur played her body like an instrument, eliciting whatever sound she desired with every press, flick, and kiss. Tonks panted and moaned, her hands fists in the sheets as Fleur brought her to the brink and kept her there. Time lost all meaning as she teetered precariously on the edge. More than once, she opened her mouth to speak, to demand, to beg, only to have the words driven from her mind by a perfectly time caress, causing her words to turn into a meaningless moan or gasp.

Just when Tonks thought she might lose her mind, Fleur pushed her over and expertly prolonged her climax. Her breathing stopped, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream. Stars burst in her vision until it went completely white. Tonks was certain she was going to pass out right before she finally managed to suck in a harsh, ragged breath. The sound that left her mouth a moment later was so unlike anything she’d made before that it took her a second to realize it had come from her at all.

Gasping, moaning, and shaking almost uncontrollably, Tonks slapped Fleur’s hand away and collapsed to the side while cupping her oversensitive folds protectively. Her body twitched as shocks of overwhelming pleasure shot up her spine.

“Holy Fuck!”

Fleur giggled and curled against her back as they lay on their sides. Her hands gently caressed and soothed while she softly kissed her neck and shoulders. Tonks had barely calmed before she felt arousal build back into a raging inferno, Fleur’s Alluring feeding the flames like petrol on a bonfire.

Rolling onto her back, she caressed Fleur’s cheek and kissed her passionately. Fleur responded by climbing on top of her and grinding their bodies together. They snogged heatedly for a couple of minutes before Fleur sat up, smirked, threw one leg over Tonks’ hip, and extended the other behind her. Tonks gasped as their mounds ground together.

She’d seen this scissoring position before in late-night softcore flicks on the cable movie networks she had access to at her London flat. She’d always thought it was bullshit. That there was no way it could actually feel good.

She was wrong, but in a likelihood, that was entirely down to Fleur.

The pleasant tingling from Fleur’s lips had nothing on the intensely pleasurable burn that her arousal caused. Every time her folds glided across hers, it felt like warm oil was being poured directly on her clit.

Fleur smirked when their eyes met as if she could read her thoughts. Hooking her arm around Tonks’ thigh, she lifted her leg straight up and used it as leverage to roll her hips more powerfully while kissing and licking her calf. As Tonks moaned, Fleur reached her free hand up to massage one of her breasts, her fingers teasing and plucking at her hard, dark-red nipple.

Tonks groaned deep in her throat and grabbed two handfuls of the blonde’s plush ass. After giving it a solid grope, she raised one hand and brought it down in a swift, playful spank.

“Ah!” Fleur squealed.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she looked at Tonks and then suddenly mashed their slick folds together with the full weight of her body behind her. Tonks gasped and threw her head back.

She wasn’t going to survive this. Fleur had already given her the longest, most powerful orgasm of her life, and now she was clit-fucking her in a way she hadn’t even thought was possible.

The camera whirled around them, clipping and flashing as it snapped pictures from every angle.

Squeezing Fleur’s ass, Tonks bucked and rolled her hips in time with Fleur. Their humping grew desperate, almost animalistic, as Fleur let out a sensual, blood-boiling moan. Tonks immediately made it her life’s mission to make her sound like that again. She mauled Fleur’s perfect, flexing ass and mashed their folds together so hard and fast it was bordered on painful at times. Their movements rapidly became frantic and uncoordinated as they drew closer to the edge until they peaked in unison.

Fleur lightly bit Tonks’ calf and moaned as she rode her bucking body into the mattress like a misbehaving broom. Meanwhile, Tonks’ eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her hair cycled through a kaleidoscope of psychedelic colors until they both collapsed, panting, to the bed. Fleur pulled her body close and held her gently as they caught their breath. Her Allure receded, seemingly sated for the moment.

They lay like that, gently caressing and lightly kissing, for several minutes until, eventually, Fleur sat up.

“Ready for a shower?” she asked.

Tonks was utterly exhausted and content to lie in bed for the rest of the day, but she knew she couldn’t. With a lazy nod, she groaned tiredly and sat up. Fleur hopped off of the bed like she did this every morning, took her by the hand, and led her into the en suite bathroom, the camera floating in after them.

They spent more than half an hour under the spray of hot water, snogging and touching to their heart’s content before finally making their way downstairs just in time for lunch. For the next few hours, they talked and joked with Sirius until Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys returned to Grimmauld Place with Arthur in toe.

Molly was so busy doting over Arthur that she didn’t even blink when Fleur planted herself firmly in Harry’s lap on the couch. She whispered softly to him for a minute, then Harry looked up, and their eyes met. A wave of relief washed over her when he smiled.

A part of her had started to feel guilty, but seeing the excited look in his eyes banished that from her mind. With a smirk and a wink, she turned back to listen to Arthur as he talked all about the Muggle stitches they’d given him in hospital.

Tonks still felt mildly exhausted when she crawled into bed later that night and was only mildly disappointed her mirror hadn’t been charmed again. As she drifted off, she couldn’t help but wonder if Fleur had shown him the pictures they’d taken or if they were too busy fucking to care.

The whole house rose bright and early Christmas morning. The house felt full of warmth and joy with Arthur’s return. By unspoken agreement, no one talked about Voldemort, the Ministry, their worries, or their fears. Even Molly kept her opinion to herself as Fleur and Harry remained attached at the hip for most of the day.

Dinner, as ever with the Weasleys, turned into a raucous affair. Somehow, they found Molly’s stash of Christmas crackers and replaced them with ones of their own creation. Some were filled with dirty socks, some turned your hair red and green, and some even made you sing Christmas Carols. Hermione sang a surprisingly pleasant rendition of Jingle Bells while Ron belted out Feliz Navidad in a voice that was as loud as it was offkey.

As the food-induced lethargy began to set in and everyone retired to the living room to rest and chat around the fire, Fleur sidled up to Tonks and pulled her to the side.

“Can you ‘elp me wiz ‘Arry’s present?” she whispered. “I want to make sure eet’s ready.”

“Sure,” Tonks shrugged. “What’d you get him?”

Fleur smiled, “You’ll see.”

Taking Tonks by the hand, she led her upstairs and into Harry’s room. She made her way over to the closet, dug through it quickly, and pulled out a white paper box. Tonks peered over her shoulder as she laid it on the bed, opened it, and pulled out a set of dark green, semi-sheer lingerie.

“Nice,” Tonks said. “But what do you need me for?”

“I need you to try eet on for me,” Fleur said.

Tonks turned to her and tilted her head.

“Shouldn’t you be the one to try it on?”

“I did. I want to see ‘ow it looks on someone else.”

Tonks wasn’t sure how that was going to help, but she didn’t know much about lingerie to begin with. Shrugging, she stripped out of her clothes and donned the knickers and bra Fleur had laid out on the bed. She was surprised, though she probably shouldn’t have been, when they adjusted their size to fit her perfectly. Experimentally, she grew and shrank her breasts and grinned when the bra adjusted perfectly to match.

“Wicked. I might have to get a set like this. Bras are always the worst when I make changes.”

“I’ll get you a set,” Fleur smiled. “What do you zink?”

Turning to the mirror, Tonks smoothed her hands over the silky material. Her nipples were teasingly visible. She could see their basic shape through the semi-sheer fabric, but it still managed to leave the impression that there was more detail hidden underneath. A pulse of heat surged in her core as she imagined Fleur strutting around in the outfit.

Maybe I can convince her to cast that charm on my mirror again, she thought.

Smiling, she turned back to Fleur.

“It’s great, but I’m not sure green is Harry’s color.”

Fleur chuckled, took a step closer, and ran a finger over the bra strap.

“Ze lingerie isn’t ze gift,” she purred, her Allure wrapping around Tonks. “You are.”

“Me?” Tonks asked, her nipples hardening and protruding against the fabric of the bra.

“Oui,” Fleur smirked.

Giving Tonks’ bra strap a snap, she unbuttoned and removed her blouse, then dropped her skirt to the floor. She wore an identical set of lingerie but in a deep, rich red. Tonks’ breath caught in her throat at the sight of her vast valley of cleavage and the sinful way the high-cut knickers hugged and outlined her wide hips.

Fleur placed her hands on Tonks’ hips and pulled her close until their breasts were mashed together. Their lips connected in a heated, tongue-filled kiss, and neither noticed the bedroom door open and close softly until the latch clicked into place.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” Harry asked with a smile.

“Non,” Fleur smirked. “I was just wrapping your present.”

“I see that,” he grinned, eyeing Tonks up and down appreciatively. “Very festive.”

Stepping toward them, he wrapped an arm around each of their waists, eyeing them lustfully. Subconsciously, Tonks enlarged her breasts an extra cup size. Harry looked up, met her gaze, and quirked his lips. Turning to Fleur, he kissed her passionately, devouring her lips possessively for a long moment before pulling back and turning to Tonks. He pulled her closer, glanced down at her lips, and paused.

Tonks had no such hesitations. She surged forward, mashing their lips together. Harry’s hand dropped down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze as their tongues met heatedly. Tonks pressed her body against his and moaned into his mouth when she felt his stirring erection swelling against her thigh. A moment later, they pulled back, flushed and slightly breathless.

“So,” Harry said, casting his hungry gaze over Tonks, “when do I get to unwrap my present?”

“I zink Tonks should get to unwrap ‘ers first,” Fleur said.

Grabbing Tonks by the hips, she guided her back until their legs hit the mattress, and they sat on the edge of the bed. Fleur grabbed Harry’s belt with her other hand and pulled him closer. As she unbuckled it, Tonks eyed the prominent bulge in his trousers and licked her lips. While Fleur was busy, Harry pulled his jumper over his head and cast it aside. Tonks admired his tight abs for a moment before Fleur grabbed the legs of his trousers and yanked.

“Merlin!”

“Magnifique, non?”

“It’s huge,” Tonks gaped.

Harry’s long, thick cock bobbed just inches from her face. Smirking, Fleur reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft. She stroked him a couple of times before opening wide and leaning forward. Her lips stretched around the thick, bulbous head as she slowly descended, enveloping half of his length between her pouty lips before pulling back to tease the head with her tongue.

A challenging glint flashed in her bright blue eyes, and she descended again, this time not stopping until her cute little nose touched his abdomen and her lips kissed his base. Her thin neck bulged around his cock, but she showed no discomfort holding him there for several long seconds. Pulling back, Fleur sealed her lips tightly around his shaft, and her cheeks hollowed, drawing a deep, rumbling groan from Harry as she sucked hard all the way back to the tip.

She placed a soft, loving kiss on the swollen head, leaned back, and offered him to Tonks. Tonks eagerly wrapped her hand around him, marveling at how hot and hard he was to the touch. Squeezing him firmly, she stroked slowly to the tip and ran her thumb over the engorged, purple head that pulsed to the beat of his heart.

Harry shuffled forward, stopping when the tip was just millimeters from her lips, and ran a hand through her hair. Gazing up at him, Tonks smiled, stroked her hand back down to the base, and devoured him whole. She widened her throat slightly to take him more easily, then tightened it around him when her nose crashed into his groin. Then, she moaned.

“Fuckin’ hell!”

Fleur laughed delightedly as Harry tightened his hand in Tonks’ hair and bucked his hips. His shaft pulsed against her tongue as she shook her back and forth and extended her tongue to lick his balls. Tonks held herself there as long as she could before pulling back swiftly and sucking in a sharp breath.

As she caught her breath and smiled smugly up at Harry, Fleur caressed her back and unclasped her bra with a well-practiced flick of her fingers.

“We’re going to ‘ave so much fun with you,” Fleur whispered huskily.

Cupping Tonks’ breast, she kissed her hungrily and pushed her back onto the bed. Tonks felt the mattress dip when Harry climbed onto it, laying down on her left while Fleur settled on her right. Two very different hands explored her body. Fleur’s hand was small and soft, gently caressing her breast and lightly dragging her nails along her skin, leaving behind burning trails. Her touch contrasted sharply with Harry’s big, calloused mitt as he kneaded her breast firmly, his rough fingers toying with her hard, bright red nipple.

When Fleur eventually pulled back, Harry immediately took her place, claiming Tonks’ lips in a fiery, possessive kiss. Tonks groped around blindly until her fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. She stroked him roughly and moaned into his mouth.

“She needs you, mon amour,” Fleur said, kissing just below her jaw. “Fuck her.”

Harry kept their lips connected as he rolled over on top of Tonks, who eagerly spread her legs. They separated so he could line himself up, and she glanced down to watch. His long, straight shaft was crisscrossed with thick blue veins, standing impressively rigid for its size as he nudged the wide, domed head between her glistening folds. He pressed forward slowly, and Tonks gasped, throwing her head back as she stretched around his bloated tip. Releasing the base of his shaft, he pushed deeper. Tonks moaned long and low as inch after inch plumbed her depths.

As much as she’d enjoyed her tryst with Fleur the day before, this was what her body had been craving. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him on until he finally bottomed out.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she hissed. 

Fleur chuckled and teased her nipple as Harry started rocking back and forth. Slowly, her hand glided up her chest, over her collarbone, and settled lightly on Tonks’ throat.

“You know, ze Allure does more than make people aroused,” Fleur said, nuzzling Tonks’ cheek and kissing her neck. “Eet lets me see all of your fantasies – your desires.”

Tonks’ eyes shot open, and her throat bobbed against Fleur’s hand as she swallowed nervously.

“So naughty, Nymphadora.”

For the first time in her life, Tonks didn’t hate the sound of her own name.

“What does she want?” Harry asked, gazing down at her lustfully as he continued to rock his hips gently.

“She wants to roleplay,” Fleur smirked, caressing the side of Tonks’ throat with her thumb. “Zere are so many creative ideas running through ‘er mind. And you can try zem all with us.”

Tonks closed her eyes and shivered excitedly. She dug her nails into Harry’s broad shoulder, tightened her leg, and bucked her hips, desperate for him to move faster. Harder. When he didn’t, she opened her eyes and looked at Fleur pleadingly.

She chuckled throatily at the look.

“And maybe you can ‘elp me fulfil ‘Arry’s biggest fantasy.”

“W-what?” Tonks stammered breathlessly.

“A family,” Fleur said, smiling as her eyes gleamed. “A vairy large family wiz many, many children.”

Tonks gasped, a small orgasm shooting up her spine like a bolt of lightning as Harry throbbed inside of her.

“Fleur,” Harry growled warningly.

Fleur laughed as she looked Tonks dead in the eye and squeezed her throat slightly.

“Fuck ‘er,” she ordered. “Fuck ‘er hard. I will tell you when to stop.”

Harry hooked his arms behind Tonks’ thighs, and the next thing she knew, her knees were dangling next to her ears. Pulling halfway out of her clinging depths, he reversed course and plunged back in, knocking the air from her lungs in a strangled groan. She caught her breath just in time to let out a wanton, whorish moan as he continued pounding her with all the relentlessness of a steam engine. Each powerful thrust drove her back into the mattress and sent his pelvis crashing against her clit.

Meanwhile, Fleur teased her shoulder, neck, and jaw with light, feathery kisses, completely at odds with the massive cock savagely invading her depths. Through it all, her hand remained on Tonks’ throat, a symbol of the effortless control she exerted that did nothing but further stoke the fires burning in her core.

Tonks shivered, hooked her hands under Harry’s arm, and raked her nails down his back. He growled animalistically at the pain and hammered into her squelching depths harder while his girlfriend kissed her way up the side of her face and nibbled on her earlobe.

“When’s ze last time you took ze potion?”

It took several seconds for the whispered words to register in Tonks’ mind, and when they did, she gasped. She hadn’t taken it in more than a year. Far too long ago for it to still be effective. Tonks turned to look at her with wide eyes, and Fleur smirked.

The thought that she actually wanted her to get pregnant and the very real danger she was in of that happening threw Tonks headfirst over the edge. A moan bubbled up in her throat, only to get stuck there when Fleur suddenly tightened her grip, completely cutting off her air. Tonks writhed in overwhelming pleasure, stars bursting in her vision. Her legs flexed involuntarily and shook, but Harry remained unmoved, continuing to plow into her spasming depths.

Just as darkness began to encroach on the edges of her vision, Fleur let go of her throat. Tonks sucked in a desperate breath, and the deep, warbling moan that had been trapped in her throat finally escaped.

“Slower, but don’t stop,” Fleur said.

Tonks was still coming down from her peak, barely able to catch her breath, as Harry released her legs and lay fully on top of her. She nearly wept when he began rolling his hips, his pelvis constantly grinding against her throbbing clit.

“’E’s going to cum soon.”

Tonks knew she should tell him to pull out even as her arms and legs instinctively tightened around him. Harry panted in her ear as he humped her with a single-minded focus, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her drooling folds. All the while, Fleur watched with an excited gleam in her eyes.

With a groan, Harry flexed his powerful his, burying himself in her depths, and erupted. Heat flooded Tonks’ core, and she clung to him desperately as another orgasm wracked her overly sensitive body. She felt every swell and pulse of his cock as he emptied himself inside of her.

They lay panting and clinging to each other for several long moments. Tonks took comfort in his firm hold, and by the time he sat up, she couldn’t find it in her to feel any regret.

The moment was interrupted, though not unpleasantly so, when Fleur laughed and threw her leg over Tonks. Bending down, she caught her lips in a searing kiss. Her Allure flooded the room, and in moments, Tonks felt Harry rehardening. She moaned disappointedly when he slipped out of her but understood why a few seconds later when Fleur yanked her lips away with a gasp and then moaned.

Glancing at Harry over Fleur’s shoulder, she smirked as he took her by the hips and thrust.

“Ees it time for my present?” Fleur asked coyly, wiggling her bum tauntingly.