A moment of clarity

As Tonks stirred the next morning, she gave a satisfied moan. Reveling in the pleasant aches that spread across her body, she happily snuggled closer into Remus’ arms. Wriggling a little, she made to kiss her husband only for a firm hand to grip her head and push her back under the sheets.

“Tonks,” came a furious whisper from a voice that was very much not her husband’s. Eyes shooting open, Nymphadora gasped as memories of what had happened the night before flooded her mind. With her mouth open in horror, the ex-auror quickly tried to leap out of the bed. Before she could do so, the firm grip on her head changed to a painful yank on her short hair. Her naked body was harshly pulled flat against Harry’s own with her pressed firmly against his chest. She was tempted to struggle when the sound of movement and voices quickly caused her to freeze in place.

“Oi, Harry. You coming?”

“Er, no I’ll skip breakfast today. See you in a bit.”

“A’right.”

As she laid flush against Harry’s naked body, Nymphadora’s head swam with shame at the images of her actions the night before. The groping, the ****, the fucking… the delicious orgasms. With a quiet gasp, she shook her head painfully against Harry’s grip even as her face lit up with heat. She should not be thinking about sex with another man, even if it had resulted in her cumming like a fountain. Despite her inner scolding, she still felt her crotch wetting slightly at the memories.

Once the other men had finally left the dorm, Harry swept back the sheets and harshly pulled Tonks into a sitting position by her hair. Despite the painful treatment, she didn’t complain and looked up at the angry young man shame-faced.

“Watcher Harry?” she tried hopefuly.

“What the bloody Hell, Tonks!?”

“I’m so sorry. It was an accident. I have no idea what came over me.”

“An accident? You bloody tied me up and blue-balled me until I agreed to fuck your **** twat! Why? Because you were away from Remus for five seconds!?”

Wincing at the commendation, she felt tears well up with shame.

“I’m sorry Harry. I really have no idea what happened. It didn’t even feel like I was me last night.”

His face softening in concern at her words, Harry finally released her hair and rubbed her back gently.

“That sounds like you might have been cursed Tonks. We should get you checked out.”

“No!” she responded quickly. If she ever wanted to get her job back, she couldn’t let it get out that she had lost her head and jumped the Chosen One of all people. “I don’t think I was cursed. I just lost my head for a bit.

Seeing his doubtful expression, Nymphadora hurried to reassure him.

“Please Harry, I was just a bit out of sorts. Getting taken off the aurors and being away from Remus and Teddy must have thrown me for a bit. I feel fine now,” she ever so slightly lied as her still naked body tingled slightly with need. “Besides, I’d know if I was cursed and it would take someone with auror training to get past my security charms to dose me with a potion or something.”

Hesitatingly convinced by her tragically ironic statement, Harry finally nodded and agreed to just forget about the whole thing. Seeing as she had come into the room without any clothes, he loaned his friend his invisibility cloak so that she could sneak back to her room. Staring at her naked body in the mirror, still soaked in sweat and with her hair a mess, Nymphadora resolved to put the weird incident behind her. With a slight remaining heat lingering in her body, she took a shower, working her shampoo into her tangled hair. With the heat of the shower clinging tightly to her body, she washed her mouth and spritzed on her perfume before getting dressed.

Despite her constant internal monologue, Nymphadora felt herself breathing increasingly heavily as her thoughts started to fog once more. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she **** herself to start walking towards her first class of the day. Just before she reached the door though, she paused, noticing Harry’s invisibility cloak laying atop her bed. A lingering voice of logic reminded her that the smart thing to do would be to tuck it into her bag and pass it to Harry quietly. Another voice though, one that whispered in a heavy, throaty tone dripping with promises sounded as well. She stood paralyzed, wondering exactly what fun things she could get up to by wearing that cloak.