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Tonks was feeling tense as she stood in front of Harry's door, trying to gather her courage before she knocked on the door. It wasn't supposed to be this hard. She was an Auror, while Harry was still a student. She shouldn't be intimidated by him…

Yet she was, and the reason was clear.

The last time she had met with him didn't go as planned.

Even thinking about how things had developed was enough to make her blush. Being caught and played for fool was bad … and being played with Harry and Hermione was even worse — only if her body didn't shiver with excitement every time she thought about it.

She wanted to reject the opportunity, just turn and leave … but that was not an option. Harry asked her help, to accompany him to the Ministry. Tonks thought about rejecting it … but before she could go with it, she received a message from her old boss, asking for her to escort Harry Potter and ensure his security.

That order was much harder to reject. Not because of any legal obligation, as her boss had changed position, and technically her new position didn't allow her to order Tonks around.

Unfortunately, it was not smart to mention that secretary when her old boss was also the new Minister of Magic.

With a sigh, Tonks knocked on the door … only for it to open. Harry was at the other side of the door, thankfully wearing his robe. It was the reason she had timed her arrival just two minutes before they were supposed to leave, hoping that he wouldn't risk delaying a meeting with the Minister.

Unfortunately, that didn't prevent her from catching a familiar blonde laying on the bed, naked and exhausted. "Hey, Tonks."

"Hey … Fleur," Tonks said, trying to sound casual, but it was harder than she had hoped. Fleur waved at her, which revealed her breasts — including several bite marks — then she buried her head back on the pillow.

"You should have visited earlier if you want a bite," Harry teased.

"W-who would want your stinky cock, "Tonks murmured as she took a step away, using the opportunity to hide her blush that crept despite her abilities. Harry chuckled, the derisive tone he let out rather obvious.

"As you say," he said as he closed the door behind him, and presented his arm. "Shall we apparate?"

"Yes, let's do it," Tonks said as she grabbed his arm. "We're going to directly apparate to one of the secure access points," she informed her. "That's not usually allowed, even for Aurors."

Harry shrugged. "Interesting, do you have any idea why?"

Tonks shrugged. "Madam Bones probably wants to keep your visit under wraps as long as she could manage. We don't want someone seeing you and suddenly trying to get your signature or something."

"Oh, am I popular once again?" he asked, not bothering to hide his disgust.

"Seems so," Tonks answered, understanding where he was coming from. After all, he had been dealing with a manic approach from the wizarding public, and Dumbledore's death hardly helped to temper people's expectations.

Instead, a lot of them started to expect him to destroy Dark Lord, like that was something that was fair to expect from someone that could barely be counted as an adult … though, quite skilled in certain aspects, she admitted.

"Ready?" she asked, not wanting to be late to the meeting. He nodded, and she apparated…

They appeared in one of the secure rooms that were built for special apparation access. Tonks expected to find the Minister's secretary to bring Harry to the meeting, freeing her from the obligation to escort him.

She didn't trust herself to deal with her confusing feelings even before being greeted by a freshly fucked veela.

Unfortunately, the room was empty, with only a note flying toward her. "A memo?" Harry asked.

Tonks read it quickly, and blushed. "Oh," she gasped in shock.

"Anything alarming?" he said, though his mocking tone made her realize he had an inkling about the content already.

"No, just a note from the Minister about some emergency," Tonks answered. "The meeting is delayed an hour."

"I see, why don't you leave me here and go to your daily tasks, I'm sure you don't want to be late," he said, his knowing smirk driving her crazy.

"That won't be necessary," Tonks answered. "The minister asked me to stay with you until the meeting."

"Sure, are we going to stay here? It seems safe enough, if a bit boring…"

Tonks knew exactly what he was driving. "No, the note says I should show you around. Let's go," she said. Technically, the note said she could show around if Harry requested it, but Tonks was not in the right head space to stay in a locked room with him.

She was afraid that it would result in a chain of events that might end up getting her fired.

"Welcome to our command center," Tonks told him as she opened the door, which led to their center. "This is the same layout we used since forever, but there are some changes, like the map," Tonks showed a huge map of Britain, with several colors. "It shows the emergency events and allows the rapid-response units to move fast."

"Really, aurors are not exactly famous for reacting fast."

"Hey, we're doing the best with the numbers we have," Tonks said, noticing a few of her coworkers sending them nasty glares. But, she was already too late.

"Hey, kid, how dare—" Dawlish started, appearing from behind them. Tonks felt her skin crawl. She never liked the guy, the only reason he was an auror was the money his family constantly threw around.

Yet, she didn't expect that, before she could even turn, Dawlish to fly away, hitting the wall. It was a spell from Harry.

A wandless spell.

"Sorry about that, auror," Harry said with a soft tone as he looked at Dawlish. "With everything going on, I'm a bit jumpy. I'm sure you will be understanding … after all, I'm just a kid."

Dawlish looked shocked. "Y-you have just attacked an auror, in the headquarters. I'll make sure you're arrested," he shouted, and reached for his wand.

Only half of it came with him. His wand was broken. "My wand!" he cried.

"Sorry, Auror, I'll make sure to pay you back," Harry said as he threw a small pouch toward him, hitting his stomach. "Here's money for a new wand, plus some extra."

Dawlish looked around, his humiliation deep. "Someone, help me arrest him!" he shouted, and everyone acted like nothing had happened.

A part of it was about Dawlish himself. Her dislike toward him was intense, but she was far from the only one that disliked his presence. Not surprising, considering he was not only incompetent, but also lazy — unless there was a credit to be claimed.

However, the general dislike toward Dawlish wasn't enough to keep the hand of everyone.

It was about Harry … and, for once, not about his fame. While he banished Dawlish back, he did it wandlessly, and while it was the simplest trick to master wandlessly, it didn't matter much. Only a few select people in Auror's office were able to do that. Amelia Bones was able to do it, and so was Moody, and maybe Kingsley.

Yet, she doubted that any of them could throw an adult wizard with such ease.

With the war getting more and more intense, no one wanted to antagonize Harry after that display of power. "Enough, Dawlish, you're an auror, act like it. It's your fault for approaching someone from behind. Everyone is tense due to war!"

"But, my wand is broken—" he tried to argue, but someone else cut him off.

"That's your fault for still carrying it in your back pocket. You should have stopped carrying it after blasting your ass off."

With that, the rest of the Aurors started to chuckle, and Dawlish froze, looking at Harry with angry eyes.

Tonks decided that a hasty retreat was the smartest thing to do. Not just because of Dawlish's anger, but also because she noticed a few of the younger female Aurors eyeing Harry in a speculative manner.

Worse, if she were to admit, it was more the second than the first. Dawlish was not a particularly dangerous man even with his wand, and without it, he was completely harmless. That was not something Tonks could say about the loose witches she worked together.

For all their habit of blaming Tonks for stealing their man, they were quite happy to dip their hands around. "Let's go, you have your meeting with the Minister," Tonks said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

The mention of Amelia Bones, who had ruled the department with an iron fist for more than a decade, was enough to scare everyone, including Dawlish — and those skanks.

After walking a while, Tonks pushed him into the first empty room she found. "You can't stay away from trouble, do you?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you should work harder to keep me busy," he said … his smirk told her exactly what he was talking about.

And, even if she missed that smile, the way his arms were on both sides of her, cutting her escape path was enough to clue her.

She opened her mouth to argue … but no words left her mouth with his lips pressing against hers.