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In the end, Harry didn't need to struggle for long to find another target to get rid of his frustrations … one passed right in front of him, volunteering herself, unaware she had passed him as he was wearing his cloak.

Tonks, who was stamping toward the guest bedroom in the corridor, only to find it already in use. Harry walked behind her while she was busy knocking. "How long are you going to stay," Tonks growled in anger.

"Probably another twenty minutes," came another shy answer, which, to Harry's surprise, was Lupin. "But…" he added.

"But, what?" Tonks asked with pure annoyance in her tone. Harry barely held back his laughter. It was clear what Lupin wanted to ask her. He wanted to invite her inside … too bad the last time Tonks tried to do something with him, he rebuffed her decisively.

A little mental suggestion was enough to make her walk away, so she never heard when Lupin managed to gather his courage to ask her that.

Harry didn't like Lupin much … and he certainly didn't like him enough to leave a marvel like Tonks to him. No, he was walking fast enough to pass Tonks, so when she burst into his room, he was already in the bathroom and naked.

Since the water was running, he knew that the bathroom was full … yet she still entered. Still, he was surprised, because instead of Tonks, it was Hermione that entered … still wearing the exact same battle robe Tonks had been wearing earlier.

Someone was feeling naughty.

"Can I help you, Hermione," Harry said teasingly.

"S-sorry," she stammered, blushing as she took the sight of his naked body, still carrying the signs of his incredibly explosive recent adventure. That alone would be enough to reveal her identity, as Hermione long lost her ability to react to his naked body in that manner. "I just came from a mission … and other bathrooms were not available."

"Oh, a mission," Harry said teasingly. "I didn't know they allowed you to run missions."

"J-just to respond to the emergency," she whispered, realizing her mistake.

"Makes sense, jump in then," Harry said, watching as her expression danced, panic mixing with desire. She clearly didn't expect such a direct invite. "Unless you're here to say something and leave."

"No," Tonks-Hermione blushed, not willing to miss the chance.

"Good, I missed you. The others couldn't handle me," he added. "You're special."

"T-the others," Tonks-Hermione answered, unable to hide her shock, her hair was already flashing between bubblegum pink and bright green, but she failed to notice it. "Which others?"

"Come on, MIone, you know the others. Ginny, Fleur, Susan, even Tonks. They can't handle me, though you would expect a metamorphmagus would be able to take it."

"W-well, maybe she would if you didn't have Fleur helping," Tonks-Hermione answered.

Harry barely held back his chuckle, and instead gave her a confused look. "Really, I don't remember telling you Fleur was there," he whispered. Tonks-Hermione panicked even more. "… but then, it's hard to remember what I tell you when I get lost in your ass," he added.

"Poetic as always," she responded, relaxed.

"Good, why don't you come and show me what kind of surprise you have under your robe for me this time…"

Tonks couldn't believe what she was hearing. Though, it was her fault. She expected them to have a sexual relationship … that was the whole reason she chose to trick Harry while disguised as Hermione, but she didn't realize just how deep it would be…

To the point he would mention their kitchen adventure to her — though mentioning Fleur seemed to be a mistake, showing he didn't go too much into detail. She certainly didn't appreciate claiming he dominated her. She wasn't a little girl.

Admittedly, he had a point when he mentioned their last encounter, but that didn't count. Not only he had help in the form of a French Veela, which was definitely cheating, but also, she was still dealing with Lupin's rejection. At that time, she had thought she loved him … he was old and tortured, and Tonks was willing to believe he had some hidden depths, feeling a flicker that she was ready to call love…

But her feeling disappeared after Harry … handled her in the kitchen after her most recent reaction, and she discovered that her emotions changed significantly, showing that it was just a crush and nothing else.

And, speaking of crushes, she thought as she started to undress, in preparation for round two — disguised as his best friend — the man who just invited her into the shower was a much better candidate. The fact that Lupin clearly didn't dare to do so despite wishing to do so showed their difference.

There was a war going on, and Tonks preferred to have fun.

Of course, that didn't mean she didn't want to make him pay for his aggressive words. So, rather than getting rid of her clothes with a spell, she reached her robe, and started unbuttoning it slowly.

Once she finished unbuttoning it, she turned her back, and used the opportunity to discreetly reach her wand, transfiguring her clothes underneath. He asked for a surprise, and Tonks wanted to give him that. After all, she was wearing boring, mission-appropriate clothing, which was not enough to take his mind away.

Instead, she decided to target an easy solution, and turned her outfit into a muggle schoolgirl outfit. Harry was a half-blood, so he would probably enjoy it. And, Hermione was muggleborn, so it was a reasonable fantasy for her as well. Then, she went a step forward, and changed her body to match the outfit. She might turn out to be considerably curvier than Hermione … but then there were a lot of spells to help with that.

It was believable that Hermione used that as a surprise as well.

She let her breasts grow large enough to make her newly-conjured shirt creak, especially since it didn't have the assistance of a bra. Similarly, her hips widened slightly to fill the skirt even more. As she filled her new outfit, her arousal started to rise as well.

Normally, she hated disguising as others … but she realized it was much different to use it of her own volition rather than getting them as requested… especially after changing her body as she wished. Her nervousness rose a bit as she dropped the robe, revealing her outfit from the back, afraid of getting caught…

"W0w, Hermione, that's some creative spell usage," he whispered, his arousal throbbing in his tone, and Tonks shivered in excitement, her fears melting away. "Now, get rid of that outfit and come here."

"Not so quick, Harry," Tonks answered with a moan, and she hooked her fingers under her skirt. She pushed her fingers down, sliding her panties down, but she left her skirt in place. Then, she turned.

"Damn, girl, are you trying to kill me," he whispered. She chuckled as she kicked her panties away, his fascination giving her the confidence to approach.

Their kitchen encounter was one thing … there, she had been angry, and letting go had been easy. Here, it felt a bit different. So, watching his fascination felt good. Good enough that, Tonks felt her body reacting out of her control, getting even curvier … and one of the buttons of her shirt popped.

"Careful, honey, you might take an eye with that," he chuckled even as Tonks blushed, glad that he didn't realize the true source of her little wardrobe mishap. She walked forward, feeling nervous, but it was nothing compared to her all-encompassing arousal.

As she walked forward, she unbuttoned her sexy schoolgirl shirt halfway, creating an incredibly deep cleavage with the current state of her tits. Add in her lack of a bra, and no wonder Harry was looking down like he was about to feast on her.

She liked the way he smiled as she exposed herself to him, along with the hints of surprise. She was clearly doing a better job than the original owner of her current appearance, and it was something to be proud of…

Probably.

She ignored the ethical implications as she stopped just before stepping under the water and turned her side, slowly bending over. Her skirt rode up, and with her panties absent, only the angle of her body prevented him from seeing everything.

While he enjoyed the sight of the partial glimpse of her ass and more, Tonks got rid of her shoes, slowly and sensuously. "Faster," he growled, but Tonks just giggled. "No need to feel impatient, Harry," she whispered, happy that she was taking revenge along with the joy she was feeling.

She up her hand on the zipper on the side of her plied skirt, but once she pulled it a bit, she stopped. "It seems that it got stuck, Harry," she whispered, a coy smile dancing on her face, enjoying the fact that they were inches away, yet he couldn't touch her while she played around.

Or not, she realized when his hand landed on her shoulder, and suddenly, she found herself in the shower with him, water blasting over her. Her clothes drenched in an instant, her top turning transparent against her huge breasts.

"Someone is enthusiastic to help me wash my back—" Tonks started, trying to act playful, but that ended when she felt his cock pressing against her puckered hole, interrupting her in a way she hadn't expected. "Harry, isn't it a bit—" she started, only to be interrupted once more.

He spanked her ass, naked as her wet skirt rode up, her wet skin making a cracking sound. "Come on, sweetie, you know the rules. Either use the safe word, or I go on."

Tonks froze. She might have made a huge oversight….