Harmless | NC17 | Harry Potter
Title: Harmless
Prompt: Tonks uses her metamorphmagus skills to fulfill a special request in bed...
Fandom: Tonks/Hermione, Harry Potter
Requested by: dragonwine
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2043
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This was extremely nerve-wracking to write! I wanted this to be a departure from the average, run-of-the-mill metamorphmagus fics that are out there. I hope that the angst/romance managed to balance out believably, and I really hope that the two of them are in character! *bites nails and hides under the desk*
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Hermione bit her lip as she stared at the picture on the center of The Daily Prophet, glaring at the moving image who smirked at her readers. Rita Skeeter looked as smug as ever, her blonde hair curled into tight ringlets framing her face. She peered through her spectacles and tapped a quill against her chin.
Hermione sneered. The article had been rubbish, as usual, but she found herself drawn to the photograph of the woman.
She was insufferable, infuriating, disrespectful, foul…Hermione would never be able to make a list long enough to describe her loathing for the so-called journalist.
Dreadful as Hermione found Rita Skeeter, she could not deny one simple, miniscule fact: the woman was attractive.
She rolled her eyes impatiently and dropped the newspaper to the duvet, looking beside her at the clock on the nightstand. Tonks wouldn't be home for at least another hour and Hermione was in the mood.
Rita winked at her.
Hermione could read. She could catch up on the new books she'd bought earlier that day.
Rita pursed her lips and fluttered her eyelashes.
Hermione shifted. The wet ache between her legs really was rather pressing, and she wasn't entirely sure that Tonks would even be interested in lovemaking after a difficult day at the office…
She bit her lip, a surge of guilt coating the inside of her stomach. She couldn't touch herself while thinking of another woman, could she? Would that be cheating?
Rita traced her bottom lip with the feather tip of her quill and Hermione slipped her hand beneath the elastic of her knickers.
It was only a harmless fantasy…
She sighed as her fingers brushed against her clitoris.
Tonks would never even have to know…
With a mumbled charm, the bewitched newspaper hovered in front of her, allowing Hermione the freedom to stow a hand beneath her nightgown to tease her already erect nipples. She thought of the power she once had over Rita Skeeter and the way that the journalist had been obligated to answer directly to her. She jerked her hips up to meet her swiftly moving hand, thinking of those scarlet fingernails, the rhinestone-studded glasses, the lime green skirts that molded perfectly to her backside…
"Surprise! I'm home ear--" Tonks cut herself off, standing in the doorway with her hand still clutched to the knob.
Hermione pulled her hands away from her body, her entire figure flushing in crimson mortification. She offered a wry smile and watched as Tonks's eyebrow heightened apprehensively at the sight of the hovering newspaper. Hermione smacked it down.
"Well, I see I rushed home for nothing," Tonks said, entering their bedroom and kicking the door shut behind her with the heel of her boot. She sat on the large oak chest at the foot of their bed, her back to her lover, and untied the laces of her boots, throwing them loudly to the ground.
"I was…in the mood," Hermione offered helplessly, crawling over to where Tonks sat. Her fingers were still slick with her arousal. "I couldn't help it…"
"S'alright," Tonks mumbled. She unzipped her leather bomber jacket and shrugged it off her shoulders, throwing it to the floor.
Hermione pursed her lips. She hated untidiness. Tonks generally attempted to be mindful about Hermione's quirks, so it was clear that she was upset. "Maybe you can finish what I started?" Hermione purred, slipping her arms around Tonks from behind.
"Why don't you just go back to whoever you were thinking of?"
Hermione's gut churned anxiously. "What are you talking about?"
Tonks wriggled free of Hermione's arms. "I saw the paper. Who were you fantasizing about, eh?"
"I wasn't…I was just reading and then I sort of forgot about it…"
Tonks rolled her eyes and, after pulling off her plaid button down shirt, reached for the paper. Hermione got to it first and sat on it. Tonks huffed indignantly and ruffled her fingers through her short pink hair. "That says a lot, Hermione."
Hermione blushed as hot tears prickled her eyes. "It doesn't matter who's in the paper!"
"Obviously it does. Obviously there's someone." Tonks stepped out of her cargo pants, crossing her arms in front of her white wifebeater. She was completely unabashed about her near nudity and stood in front of her lover in her see-through tank top, boy briefs, and knee-high socks the same way she'd stand if she were in a business suit.
"There isn't anyone, I swear!" Hermione sniffed. "I just let my imagination get away from me. It's not that I fancy anyone else…it's really not."
"Accio Daily Prophet."
Hermione felt the paper shift beneath her and fly into Tonks's outstretched hand. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Are you having me on?" Tonks looked up from the paper. "Rita bloody Skeeter?"
Hermione shrugged helplessly.
"You fancy a go with that insufferable cow?"
"No, it's not like that! I swear it! It was just a harmless fantasy!"
"Who else are you harmlessly fantasizing about? Do you even think of me anymore, or has the excitement worn off?"
"Of course I do! I love you, Dora. I don't want to be with anyone else."
"No?" She whipped the paper to the floor and climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of her younger lover. "So when you were rubbing yourself off, you weren't wishing she were the one here fucking you?"
"No!"
"Liar."
"Dora, listen to me. It didn't mean anything. It's not even cheating."
"Isn't it? You're the one with the active imagination and the continuous train of thought. You expect me to believe that it was just a bit of harmless fun?"
Hermione wiped her eyes as anger began to burn in her stomach. "I'm here, aren't I? With you. I'm not interested in being with anyone else but you."
Tonks looked away, her beautifully soft features marred by confusion and disgust.
"Please, love," Hermione added, placing a hand on her lover's shoulder. "Don't be upset." She could feel a little of the tension drain from Tonks's body. She placed her fingertips to Tonks's chin and turned her head. She kissed her gently. "I'm sorry."
Tonks kissed her back and Hermione exhaled a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes and deepened the kiss.
What had begun as a soft, searching embrace quickly changed into something Hermione was not entirely familiar with. Within seconds she was pushed back onto the mattress and Tonks was straddling her, sucking on her lower lip until it throbbed painfully. She shoved at Tonks's shoulders and when she opened her eyes, she was staring into the visage of Rita Skeeter.
"Cut it out, Tonks."
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Tonks lowered her mouth, smearing her reddened lips across Hermione's collarbone as she kissed and sucked.
"No, it's not."
"You have your chance now," Tonks offered, dragging one long red talon-like fingernail along Hermione's cheek. "You can't have the real thing, but a substitute's gotta be better than your imagination, eh?"
"I don't want this, Tonks." Even as she said it, Hermione's sex clenched between her thighs. She closed her eyes and turned her head, not allowing the strange mouth to capture hers.
"Yes you do," Tonks purred, licking her tongue along the shell of Hermione's ear. She snuck a hand between their bodies and cupped between Hermione's legs. "I wish you got wet like this for me," she hissed as her fingers sought the drenched heat. She dragged her nails along Hermione's thighs, digging them into the soft white flesh.
Hermione shrieked and squirmed, attempting to throw Tonks off of her body. She cast her eyes away, refusing to look at this appropriated version of Rita Skeeter. As much as she could have enjoyed the feel of this strange woman pressed against her, she didn't. She hated it. She wanted her lover, her partner, the woman she had chosen to be with.
When Tonks bit into her shoulder and brushed her blonde curls against her neck, something inside of Hermione snapped.
"Stop!" she screamed and, to her immense relief, Tonks did. Hermione pulled herself out from beneath her and sat beside her on the bed. "Change back. I won't talk to you until you're you again."
Tonks reluctantly morphed back into her own form and looked away.
"I know what you're thinking," Hermione finally said, breaking the silence between them.
"Oh do you?"
"You think I'm more interested in Rita than I am in you. You think that one incident means I'm losing interest in us, but I'm not. This…this was just one occasion during which I got out of my head for a little while and went somewhere else."
"That makes no sense. You're not losing interest but you need to get out of your head?" Tonks shifted and looked at her. "Tell me how I'm not supposed to feel like you're bored with me."
Hermione sighed. "Look at it this way -- you and I both know that you fancy The Weird Sisters. How you think of them is how I see Rita: physically attractive, intriguing, but ultimately unattainable."
"But I don't want to be with--"
"Exactly." Hermione reached for Tonks's hand and was relieved when the older woman allowed her to take it. "Having a healthy imagination isn't a bad thing, love. You can't tell me that you've honestly never thought of another woman before."
Tonks said nothing.
"Thinking about someone once doesn't mean I'm thinking about her when I make love to you. I'm not leaving and I'm not cheating. I'm here, where I want to be." She lifted Tonks's hand to her lips and kissed her knuckles.
"You're here now, but…"
"But nothing. You could lose interest in me for all we know. But what we do know is that we love each other and I'm here. And having one quick go with myself thinking about a sexy, deranged journalist doesn't mean I love you any less."
"You know I love you, right?"
Hermione was taken aback. "Of course I know."
"You know I'd do anything you want? I would. I can become anyone you want. I can be Rita Skeeter for you." As she said it, her pink hair faded to blonde and began to grow.
"No." Hermione waited until the hair became pink again. "I love you for you. I've never asked you to change anything about yourself, have I?"
"No."
"And I don't intend to start." Hermione pulled Tonks into her lap. "I love you the way you are, Dora. I love your nose and your eyes. I love your breasts and your hands and your feet. You're perfect. Why would I want anyone or anything else?"
Tonks stared down at her, wiping the pad of her thumb across the smeared lipstick on her collarbone. "Did I hurt you?"
Hermione shook her head. "Are we okay?"
Tonks nodded. "I can't help being a bit terrified at the thought of losing you."
"I'm not going anywhere, love." Hermione kissed her then, fusing their mouths together in a long, searing kiss. She threaded her fingers through the short, bubblegum pink hair, loving its softness. She caressed her arms soothingly over her lover's entire body, rubbing her shoulders and her back, circling her hips and sides, and palming her small breasts. She shivered when Tonks emitted a soft moan into her mouth.
With ease Hermione tipped Tonks onto her back, slowly kissing her way down her body. She teased each of Tonks's nipples through the thin cotton skirt, sucking them into hard peaks. She moved lower, deftly pulling off her knickers. She repositioned Tonks's sock-clad legs over her shoulders and slowly lowered her head to her lover's sex.
She took her time, lapping at her richly damp folds as if savoring her for the first time. She knew her by heart, knew where to suck and where to bite, knew every crease and crevice. Tonks sighed and undulated against her, whispering words of love and need. Her hand was tangled in her curly hair, pressing her on.
Rita Skeeter may be exotic and thrilling, but she'd never compete with this. Hermione would tuck her away in her imagination and would instead thoroughly enjoy what she had right in front of her.
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