Chapter 40

Office Work (Nymphadora Tonks)

Grimmauld Place was quiet when Harry came downstairs the next morning, Sirius already waiting by the fireplace, cloak over his shoulders and a grin that said he was looking forward to mischief.

“About time,” Sirius said, tossing Harry a spare cloak. “Ministry’s not going to wait for you to brush your hair.”

Harry smirked, running a hand through his messy fringe anyway. “Like they’d care.”

Sirius clapped him on the shoulder, and with a swirl of green flames they were gone, stepping out into the grand atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Harry had only been here a handful of times before, but the sheer size of it still hit him. Marble floors gleamed, golden statues loomed, witches and wizards bustled everywhere with stacks of parchment and chattering memos darting over their heads.

Sirius strode ahead confidently, nodding at a few Aurors who stopped to greet him. Harry trailed slightly behind, trying not to stare too obviously at the chaos around him.

“Stick with me,” Sirius said over his shoulder. “This place can eat you alive if you’re not careful.”

Harry chuckled. “Sounds like Hogwarts.”

“Exactly. But with more paperwork.”

They headed down a corridor lined with offices, Aurors coming and going, looking harassed but alert. Harry caught Tonks ducking out of a room ahead, her bubblegum-pink hair standing out like a beacon among the sea of black cloaks.

“Oi! Wotcher, Harry!” she called, grinning as she bounded over.

“Hi, Tonks,” Harry said, smiling despite himself. She always had that effect.

Sirius pulled her into a quick hug. “Still tripping over desks?”

“Only twice this week,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. Then she winked at Harry. “Don’t let him wind you up. I’m brilliant at my job.”

“I believe you,” Harry said easily.

They were about to move on when a stern-looking wizard hurried up, whispering something into Sirius’s ear. Sirius’s smile dropped, replaced with a grim look.

“What is it now?” he muttered.

“Minister needs a word,” the man said curtly.

Sirius sighed, turning to Harry. “Figures. Every bloody time I come in here.” He gave Harry’s shoulder a squeeze. “Stay with Tonks for now, alright? I won’t be long.”

Harry nodded, watching as Sirius was ushered away down the corridor. Tonks tilted her head at him, her grin returning.

“Well,” she said, jerking her thumb toward her office, “guess you’re stuck with me.”

Harry smirked faintly, a flicker of memory crossing his mind. “Could be worse.”

Tonks raised an eyebrow, clearly catching his tone. “Oh, really?”

Harry just chuckled as she led the way, the door swinging shut behind them.

The door clicked shut, and before Tonks could even turn around, Harry had her pressed up against it, kissing her hard.

She let out a muffled laugh against his mouth, her hands immediately sliding into his hair. “Merlin, Harry—” she gasped when he pulled back just long enough to breathe. “Eager, are we?”

“You started it,” he muttered, kissing her again, rougher this time.

Tonks grinned into it, tugging at his cloak until it hit the floor. “Guess I did.”

They stumbled backwards, knocking into her desk, parchment scattering across the floor. Harry lifted her onto it in one swift motion, spreading her legs as he stepped between them.

“Lock it,” she panted.

He flicked his wand without breaking the kiss, the lock clicking shut with a sharp snap. Her laugh was low and dirty. “That’s better.”

Harry’s hands were already under her robes, dragging them up, exposing pale skin and bright pink knickers that made him groan. Tonks smirked, tugging his belt open with quick, impatient fingers.

“Merlin, you’re quick,” Harry muttered, his breath ragged.

“Comes with the job,” she shot back, and then he was inside her in one rough thrust.

Tonks cried out, her nails biting into his shoulders. “Fuck, yes—”

Harry gritted his teeth, thrusting again, harder this time, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady on the desk. Papers flew to the floor, the wood creaked under them, but neither cared.

“You’re wet already,” he muttered into her ear, his voice low and dark.

“Because I knew exactly what was going to happen the second he left,” she gasped, rocking against him. “And I wanted it.”

Her words sent him feral. He slammed into her harder, faster, every thrust driving another shameless moan from her throat.

“Fuck, Harry,” she cried, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him deeper. “You feel so good— don’t stop.”

“Not planning to,” he growled, his pace relentless.

The office filled with the sound of skin slapping, the desk rattling, Tonks moaning his name loud enough that anyone passing the corridor would’ve known exactly what was going on if not for the lock and charm on the door.

Her hands clawed down his back, dragging him closer, kissing him messy and desperate between gasps. “Harder— fuck me harder—”

Harry obliged, gripping her tighter, fucking her with a wild rhythm that had her screaming into his shoulder.

When she came, it was sudden and hard, her body shaking around him, her cry muffled by his mouth. He didn’t stop — he drove through it, holding her tight against the desk as her legs trembled around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered against her neck, his breath hot.

She laughed breathlessly, still shaking, still moaning. “Merlin, Harry— you’re fucking unstoppable.”

Harry pulled out of her with a wet slap, Tonks gasping as the sudden emptiness hit her. Before she could speak, he spun her around, bent her over the desk, and shoved her robes up over her back.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, bracing herself on her elbows as he spread her arse with both hands. “You’re filthy.”

“You love it,” Harry muttered, lining himself up and driving into her again in one rough stroke.

Tonks screamed, her voice muffled against the wood as her hands clawed for purchase. “Yes— fuck— harder, Harry—”

He gritted his teeth, pounding into her with sharp, merciless thrusts that made the desk rattle violently. Papers and quills spilled to the floor, an inkwell toppled and rolled, dripping black across the stone, but neither cared.

“Merlin— yes— fuck me, Harry, don’t stop,” Tonks moaned, her hair shifting colour in rapid bursts — pink, purple, black — each one flashing with another cry as his cock drove deep inside her.

Harry leaned over her, his hand gripping her throat as he slammed into her harder, his breath ragged in her ear. “You’re mine here.”

“Yes— all yours—” she gasped, her voice broken.

He pulled her hair back, forcing her head up, watching her face twist with pleasure as he fucked her harder, faster, every thrust obscene. The sound of their bodies echoed off the walls, raw and filthy, filling the office.

Tonks came suddenly, her body convulsing around him, her scream loud and desperate. She trembled, collapsing against the desk, but Harry didn’t stop. He dragged her back upright by the hair and kept thrusting into her from behind, his cock slamming into her soaked heat.

“Harry— oh fuck— it’s too much—” she cried, her legs shaking, but she still pushed back against him.

“You can take it,” he growled, slamming into her so hard the desk scraped across the floor.

Her answer was another scream, raw and hoarse, her body shaking as another orgasm tore through her, leaving her soaked, messy, ruined.

Harry held her steady, fucking her through it, relentless, until she was sobbing with pleasure, her face buried in her arms, still moaning his name.

Tonks was still trembling against the desk when Harry pulled out again, her thighs slick, her breath ragged. She barely had time to gasp before he spun her around and sat her right on top of the ink-stained wood.

“Spread,” he ordered.

Her grin was weak, but filthy. “Bossy, aren’t you?”

“Do it,” Harry snapped, and she obeyed instantly, legs wide, panties long since torn aside.

He dropped to his knees without another word, burying his face between her thighs. Tonks let out a guttural moan, throwing her head back, one hand fisting in his messy hair.

“Fuck, Harry—” she gasped, grinding against his mouth.

He ate her out like he was starving, tongue flicking and thrusting, sucking hard on her clit until her legs shook violently. She was loud, completely unrestrained, swearing and moaning his name over and over.

“Merlin, yes— fuck, don’t stop— oh my god—”

When she came, she nearly screamed, her whole body convulsing, thighs clamping tight around his head. Harry groaned against her, licking her through it, not letting her go until she was whimpering, trying to push his head away.

“Too much—” she gasped, half laughing, half crying.

Harry stood, lips shiny, smirk on his face. “Not done.”

Before she could catch her breath, he pushed her flat on the desk, yanked her hips forward, and slid back inside her with one brutal thrust. Tonks screamed, her nails scraping the polished wood, legs wrapping tight around him.

“Yes— yes, fuck me, Harry— wreck me—”

He did. The pace was savage, each thrust slamming the desk against the wall. Inkwells smashed, quills snapped, parchment shredded under their weight. Tonks didn’t care. She was clawing at his back, biting at his shoulder, begging for more through broken cries.

Her hair shifted uncontrollably now, flashing through colours with every orgasm — pink, red, white, then jet black as she came again, sobbing his name, soaking the desk beneath her.

“Messy girl,” Harry growled, pounding into her harder. “Look at you.”

“Yours,” she gasped, her voice wrecked. “I’m yours, Harry—”

“Say it louder.”

“I’M YOURS!” she screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her, louder and filthier than any yet.

Harry smirked, dragging her hips higher, fucking her through it without mercy.

The desk was wrecked, ink dripping onto the floor, parchment shredded everywhere. Tonks was sprawled across it, sweaty, flushed, hair flickering through colours without control. She was gasping for air, but when Harry slowed for a second, she clawed at his arm.

“Don’t stop,” she growled, her voice hoarse. “Finish me.”

Harry grinned, dragging her off the desk and onto the floor. She landed on her knees, turning her head with a filthy smirk. “Oh, I know what you want.”

Before he could answer, she had him in her mouth, sucking him deep, sloppy and desperate. The sounds filled the office — wet, obscene, her gagging lightly but not stopping as she bobbed faster, saliva dripping down her chin.

“Fuck, Tonks—” Harry groaned, fisting a hand in her wild hair.

She pulled off with a wet gasp, eyes glinting. “Not done yet.”

She bent over the desk again, arse high, looking back at him with that filthy grin. “Come on then. Wreck me properly.”

Harry shoved into her arse again, harder than before, both of them groaning at the stretch. Tonks screamed, her nails digging into the wood as he pounded into her without restraint, the slap of skin on skin echoing like thunder.

“Yes— fuck— oh my god yes—” she cried, her voice raw, her hair flashing bright red as she came violently, squirting across the floor with a sob.

Harry gritted his teeth, grabbing her hips and slamming into her harder, chasing his own release. Tonks was a mess beneath him — crying out, drooling onto the desk, begging for more even as her body shook.

“Say it,” Harry growled, breath ragged.

“I’m your slut,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “All yours, Harry, fuck me, please—”

That broke him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and came hard, spilling inside her as her body convulsed around him, screaming his name until her voice cracked completely.

They collapsed together in the wreck of the office, both panting, covered in sweat, ink stains on their skin, hair a mess.

Tonks laughed weakly, voice hoarse. “Well. Guess Sirius doesn’t need to know about this either.”

Harry smirked, kissing her rough and messy. “Our little secret.”