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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 8 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2019-08-07 18:20:29 +0000 UTCA/N: Here we are with the first Interlewd. Hope you all enjoy it~
As always, feel free to give me ideas for directions this story can take!
EDIT: I tried to make it clear in story with my description of her, but for those who need a reference image, this is what Minerva McGonagall looks like in this story. Hope that helps.
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Coming to a stop in front of the gargoyle that guards the stairwell up to the Headmistress’ Office, Tonks clears her throat and speaks succinctly.
“Magical Mastery.”
Tonks had heard tales about how back in the day, when Albus Dumbledore had been Headmaster, the passwords to his office were almost always sweets of some sort. But of course, the Headmistress wasn’t the kind of woman who enjoyed sweet things, as a general rule. As the gargoyle steps aside, Tonks keeps her head held high… and takes the stairs in front of her two at a time, undeniably excited, despite herself.
When she eventually makes it to the actual door of the Headmistress’ office, Tonks hesitates for half a moment, before finally knocking. There’s a pause, and then the door opens all on its own, even as a woman’s voice calls out.
“Come in.”
A shiver runs down Tonks’ spine at that Scottish accent, even as she steps into the Headmistress’ Office and beholds Minerva McGonagall, in the flesh. Not that much of that flesh is visible. Despite being a truly gorgeous witch, with striking features and not a single wrinkle in sight even with her age, the older woman preferred to wear concealing robes, as well as a wide brimmed hat at almost all times. As she was doing now, leaving only her face visible.
But oh, what a face it was. There was just something about a stern older woman that really revved Tonks’ engine, that just got the younger witch going. Headmistress McGonagall checked all of the right boxes, that was for sure. It was likely magic, but she didn’t look her age at all, instead appearing to be closer to Tonks’ mother, Andromeda’s age instead. But despite that beauty, she practically exuded sternness, holding both the respect, and in some cases fear, of every student and every staff member at Hogwarts.
She was, without a doubt, Tonks’ biggest crush ever. Tonks was just lucky enough to live in a world where they weren’t quite so far apart as one might initially think.
“Ah, Nymphadora. Thank you for your promptness. Please, approach.”
Tonks hurries forward, biting her lower lip nervously as she does so. No one else. She didn’t let anyone else call her by her full first name. Her parents did it because well, they were her parents and she didn’t get to LET them do anything, one way or the other. Sirius sometimes did it, just because he wanted to annoy her (but Tonks always made sure to get back at him for it.) and finally, Harry only got to call her Nym, but that was because the bond she and Harry shared was special, to say the least.
But if the Headmistress preferred to call her by her first name, well then, that was A-Okay with Tonks. Even if she didn’t dare return the favor.
“Headmistress… I am, as always, at your service.”
That sees the Scottish Half-blood finally looking up from her paperwork. Her eyes sparkle slightly, and her full lips curve into a small little smirk as she cocks her head to the side.
“Are you, Nymphadora? That is good, because I am in need of your help.”
Mouth suddenly very dry, Tonks leans forward, practically vibrating with excitement.
“The usual?”
For a moment, McGonagall pauses, as if thinking better of herself. Tonks’ heart seizes on itself as she fears she’ll be sent away. But finally, the Headmistress gives a simple nod.
“The usual.”
Tonks wastes no time in obeying, she doesn’t want to give the older witch a chance to change her mind. Straightening up, the Hogwarts Head Girl eagerly begins to strip, right there in the Headmistress’ Office. There are no paintings here, and Tonks had always wondered why… then she’d found out, when Minerva had first taken her under her wing and become her… mentor.
As soon as she’s nude, Tonks gets down on her knees and crawls around the width of the Headmistress’ desk. While she was stripping, McGonagall had taken the liberty of pulling out her chair a few inches and sliding open her robes. As such, Tonks is able to crawl into the space underneath the Headmistress’ desk without much issue, and when the Headmistress herself slides back in, it leaves Tonks on her knees, looking right at a slightly moist, pink pussy. Minerva McGonagall’s pussy.
Without hesitation, without concern, Tonks dives in and does what the Head Girl is supposed to do. Or at least, what she’s decided is the Head Girl’s duty. After all, Tonks had come onto the Headmistress, not the other way around. It still made her shiver in pleasure, the way she’d effectively seduced the older witch, melting the stern exterior of Minerva McGonagall with her sweet little tongue. The Headmistress might not have liked wizarding sweets, but she certainly liked the witch-variety, if you caught Tonks’ drift.
Regardless, settling in, the Head Girl slides her tongue up and down McGonagall’s cunt, licking at it first, lapping at it even, getting it nice and juicy and wet. In all fairness to the Headmistress, she doesn’t react overly much, beyond her body’s natural lubrication. Even as Tonks just goes to town on her, Minerva returns to her paperwork, and Tonks doesn’t hear a single groan or moan coming from above the desk.
But that’s okay. She’s not in it for those kind of reactions, she’s not doing this to truly crack the Headmistress’ cold exterior. Perhaps it was a little silly, but Tonks honestly might have thought less of her if McGonagall did crack, if she did show just how much her Head Girl’s tongue was affecting her. Instead, Tonks had to content herself with feeling just how wet McGonagall was getting. The beautiful Headmistress’ pussy was growing juicier and juicier by the second, and it was Tonks’ self-appointed duty to take care of every last drop of fluids that dripped from that slit.
Of course, eventually she just can’t contain herself anymore. She can’t restrain herself to just… licking and lapping and slurping up McGonagall’s pussy juices. After a few minutes, Tonks lunges forward and buries her tongue inside of the Headmistress’ folds, her nose pressing into Minerva’s clit, and her chin rubbing up against the bottom of the older witch’s slit.
For a moment, she feels the Headmistress stiffening… but then McGonagall just goes back to what she was doing before, while Tonks’ tongue seems to garner no further reaction, despite the Head Girl lashing it back and forth as much as she can, wiggling and writhing the flexible appendage all over the inside of her mistress’ quim, just the way she knows the older witch likes it.
And oh yes, Minerva likes it. As much as she refrains from outwardly reacting above the desk in any way, despite the absence of anyone else in the office, her body soon gives in, and Tonks is rewarded with an absolute flood of pussy juices to the face as Headmistress McGonagall cums all over her features. She swallows what she can, but plenty of the squirting release just lands across Tonks face, dribbling down onto her breasts when she finally pulls away.
After a moment of silence, the Headmistress pulls out from her desk, and Tonks crawls out from underneath it without a word, moving back around to her clothing and getting dressed. She doesn’t bother cleaning up… it’s not like cum, it’s completely clear, and by the time she’s once more in her school robes with her Head Girl badge featured prominently on her left breast, the remnants of McGonagall’s orgasm have all but dried into nothingness.
Straightening up, Tonks smiles at the Headmistress and inclines her head.
“Will that be all, Headmistress?”
“… Yes, that will be all.”
Feeling on top of the world, Tonks twirls about and departs from the Headmistress’ Office, a big wide smile on her face as she goes. Even if McGonagall always looked just as stern as always, even when they were alone, it didn’t matter. Because Tonks shared something with the Headmistress that no one else did.
Still, at the same time, as she comes down off of the staircase and skips out past the gargoyle, who steps back into place once she’s gone, Tonks has to admit… she’s incredibly horny right now. She’d eaten out the Headmistress to completion, but she hadn’t touched herself the entire time, not even once. Hm, she needed to get laid and bad… luckily, there were a ton of choices in that regard.
But who did she want to have some fun with in particular? Tonks hums, briefly considering Harry as an option… before ultimately setting him aside for the time being. She didn’t want to crowd him too much, he would have enough on his plate without her occupying too much of his time. No… Harry wouldn’t do, but there was another name that came to mind, and Tonks decided that he would do perfectly.
Though she would definitely need to get the right attire first.
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“Charlie~ I’ve got a surprise for you~”
Not for the first time, Charlie Weasley feels some small amount of regret for his decision to accept the position of Head Boy. But it’s a momentary sort of regret, even as he turns to face the doorway to the common room that both the Head Boy and Head Girl shared in their own private dorm space. There, standing in nothing but what looked to be a chain bikini, could only be Nymphadora Tonks, Head Girl.
Even if she looked nothing like herself at the moment. Instead, Tonks had gone all out this time around, and Charlie had to admit, even as his face grew bright red in embarrassment, his dick was growing very hard down in his trousers. Because Tonks wasn’t Tonks right now. She was… well, she was stretching her metamorphmagus abilities to the absolute limits, that’s what she was doing.
Striding forward, the horned, slightly draconic-looking witch gives Charlie a saucy grin, licking a long tongue across rows of sharp teeth. Her face is still humanoid, and so is most of her body, but he can see scales peeking out, and there are a pair of large dragon horns curving up from her head. She looks… well, she looks like the muggle myths of what some dragons could turn into. Charlie, of course, knew that it wasn’t true. Real dragons were big brutish beasts, not at all sapient, though they could certainly be very intelligent. But they were still animals, at the end of the day.
Which was why he was NOT actually sexually attracted to real life dragons. But he’d long had fantasies about fictional dragonesses, the kind who could take on a human form, and perhaps seduce him and… well, basically what Tonks was doing right fucking now. Letting out a sigh, Charlie sets down the textbook he’d been reading and allows Tonks to slam into him a moment later with a frenzied lust, her lips smashing into his lips and her hands clutching at his shirt as they kiss.
Charlie lets his hands slide down behind her, grabbing her ass with both… her enhanced ass, to be sure. Both her butt and her tits were bigger than usual right now, and Charlie… Charlie was there for it, if he was being honest. He was so fucking there for it, as embarrassing as it was that the Head Girl knew his fetishes inside and out.
In no time at all, Charlie has taken control of the situation. He spins Tonks around and pulls her up against his chest, and his hands go under her skimpy outfit as he feels up one of her tits and grabs her cunt for good measure as well. She moans as he palms her soppy wet slit, and Charlie grins, chuckling breathlessly, his cock hard as rock and pressing into her backside even now.
“Guess we’re skipping the foreplay today, yeah?”
“Fuck me you well-hung bastard, just fucking bend me over and take me.”
That Charlie could do, especially with Tonks complimenting his dick size along the way. Bending the transformed metamorphmagus over the back of one of the common room’s couches, Charlie flips up her cute little skirt and exposes her ass and cunt to his eyes. A bit of fiddling with his trousers, and her pussy is exposed to his cock as well.
Without further ado, the red head slams his dick, sizable if not truly massive, home into Nymphadora Tonks’ cunt. She’s as unbelievably tight as always, of course, and her innate shapeshifting abilities manifest in a uniquely pleasurable way for Charlie as he begins to fuck her. Basically, Tonks can control the muscles in her pussy directly.
It feels like every last inch of his cock is being massaged at once in a rhythmic manner, and all Charlie can do is groan and try to hold on as he thrusts in and out of Tonks’ pussy, plowing her up against the couch again and again, fucking her with all his might. It’s not long before Tonks reacts by climaxing around his cock and orgasming all over his dick again and again.
She must have been pent up, but then from Charlie’s experience, she was always pent up when she came to him for a quickie. Really, he didn’t know what she got up to, but a lot of the time the Weasley wizard was left wondering if Tonks’ first name was more accurate than anyone knew. Nymphadora was certainly a nympho, not that Charlie would ever say that to her face.
Regardless, with her climaxing so quickly and so many times, Charlie can’t hold on forever. But he’s not just going to go out like a chump. He’s going out with a blast. Gritting his teeth, the red head reaches up and grabs Tonks’ dragon horns, not at all surprised when pulling on them causes her to squeal and cum again around his dick. Of COURSE the metamorphmagus would choose to make her horns into erogenous zones filled with nerve endings.
Regardless, forcing her to arch her back as he pulls her head upwards, Charlie rams home into Tonks’ cunt again and again and again, until finally, unable to contain himself anymore, he cums, filling her pussy with his seed and creampieing her on the spot. Tonks squeals and shakes and spasms her way through one last orgasm… and then it’s over.
Charlie pulls out of her and lets her drop over the couch. As she recovers, he goes back to his textbook. He’d tried to be a gentleman in the past, and quickly learned that whatever it was Tonks did for her aftercare, she didn’t want it from him. So now, he ignored her after they finished one of these impromptu quick fucks, just as she wanted.
Slowly, Tonks lifts herself up and leaves the common room, heading for the bath. Charlie’s cock twitches as she goes, his eyes following her swaying ass and the way her jiggling thighs are coating in his cum. He almost wants to follow her… but nah, he hadn’t worked up the courage to initiate anything between the two of them yet. It was best to just wait for her to come to him.
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Across the castle, still in the Room of Requirement, Harry finds himself pondering Susan’s question, even as Hannah bobbed up and down on his cock. It was time to fuck the blonde witch, to properly claim her as his own, he supposed. But just how was he going to do that? Did he want to tie her up like Susan was ‘tied up’? Did he just want to take her doggystyle and call it a day? Or did he want to get… rougher with it?
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