Learning to Forget

Learning to forget

2. Tonking and boinking

Fuck! Harry had still trouble believing that the little girl that he had saved a couple of years ago was down on her knees trying to stuff her mouth full of his cock. 

Fleur’s little sister, who had blossomed into an even hotter witch than what her elder sister was at that age. Harry, though, had kept that thought to himself. 

And certainly, he had tried to stay away from the blond after the Delacours came to Burrow, even when she seemed to sniff his whereabouts somehow, every time.

With the complication regarding Ginny, he had no intention of getting caught up in the web of the gorgeous blond woman. Unfortunately, fate seemed to have some other plan.

His fingers glided through the impossibly soft strands of her long silver hair. He shivered after meeting her eyes. Her irises with their kaleidoscope of colors beckoned him in, dragging him into the depths of carnality with the promise that his life wouldn’t be the same after. 

“Gabby!” A shiver ran down his spine when her cute tongue lodged at the sensitive underside of his cockhead, the wet tongue dragging, evoking, feeling alien in his mind.

Now he wished Ginny had done the same thing during their time together. His ex-girlfriend’s memory curdled his mood. 

At least Gabrielle here seemed to differ from Ron’s little redheaded sister.

So devoted to him, to his feelings, and the words that she uttered…

Love… To think the blond’s feelings ran so deeply for him. He felt like an arse for evading her for the last few days. And for what? So that his relationship with his cheating ex wouldn’t be jeopardized?

His hips pushed forward, mind awash with pleasure with as the wet blowjob continued. 

“Careful Gabby, don’t overdo it.” He said, seeing a clear bulge forming in the blond’s throat. The light in her eyes was also dimming, and Harry thought for a second if she was about to pass out.

But the stubborn veela shook her head, her eyes crossing as she tried to conquer his dick’s halfway mark. 

“Listen to Harry, you stubborn girl.” A voice came from their left and Harry’s heart lept into his throat at the thought of getting caught with his pants down.

He swiveled, or his head did, his legs and thighs stuck with the girl attached to his cock like a leach. His green eyes widened, seeing a tall, stacked woman stalking toward them. The hot purple hair finally gave away the identity.

“Tonks?” Harry wasn’t sure if getting found out by the fun auror was a good thing or bad. It was certainly better than being found out by Fleur or one of the Delacours. “This isn’t…this isn’t what it looks like.”

The night wasn’t so dark that he couldn’t see the unimpressed tilt of her eyebrows or the knowing smile draped along her pouty lips.

“Gabby!” he hissed, but the witch was in her own world, swirling her tongue and suctioning her cheeks, worshiping his length with single-mindedness. “Snap out of it!”

“Don’t interrupt a witch with her toys, Harry. Have nobody told you that?”

Harry gulped when, rather than angry, the auror sank down to her knees beside Fleur’s sister, giving him a sultry smile. 

“What are you doing?” Harry hated that his pulse skyrocketed at Tonks’ intention. After all, beside Fleur, the auror was the woman whom he had fantasized the most while punishing his cock. 

A fucking metamorph…what bloke wouldn’t want to tap that?

Shame she was so enamored with his dad’s lousy friend. Harry broke into a cold sweat at the reminder. His eyes flashed to her ring finger where a modest proof of the marital status of the older woman glared at him and his intention.

“There, there, Gabby, that’s not how you treat a cock this grand.” Tonks cooed, slowly dragging the younger woman back by her shoulder. “Here, let me show you the proper way.”

“Tonks…” Harry’s breath hitched when Gabbi’s retreating lips and tongue tickled his weak spot, almost making him see stars with closed eyes. “What about your husband?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Tonks murmured, her hand going down straight for his huge, hairy nuts. “Ain’t that right, love?”

Gabbi finally freed herself from his cock, coughing and spluttering, taking deep breaths. The blond shook her head, blanching to see another voluptuous witch sitting beside her.

“W…who, are you?” The young veela’s eyes roved over Tonks frame, before narrowing. “I won’t let you claim my Harry! Not after I got rid of Ginny.”

“What was that?” Harry’s brows furrowed.

“NON! Nothing.” Gabrielle shook her head, eyes growing wide. “I mean after Ginny betrayed you.”

“Easy there, blondie. Even if I would like to claim this piece of bitchbreaker for myself, I can’t.” Tonks showed her wedding ring. “Married, see.”

“Then…”

“But I can certainly show you how to handle this gigantic piece of fuckstick properly. Consider it a favor from your sister’s good friend.”

“As if a veela like me needs your lesson to know how to pleasure my beau!” Gabrielle harrumphed.

“Oh, really?” Tonks smirked the blond’s way before giving Harry a wink. “Just watch and learn.”

The older witch lifted his slick cock in her hands and took a deep breath, before unhinging her jaws, as if a snake was about to gobble its juicy prey. Her fat lips spread around his massive dome, but she didn’t stop; raising herself a bit, she started shallowing. One inch, two inches, four inches…inch after inch his tree-trunk like appendage went inside her hole. Finally, for what felt like a lifetime for Harry, her lips mashed against his pubes, all ten inches safely inside Tonks’ esophagus.

Fuck! Harry almost cursed out loud when her throat started massaging his organ, the wet heat feeling incredible in his lustful state.

The gasp from Gabbi dragged his eyes from the eyes that were smirking at him with a mouthful of his cock and Harry saw the veela looking at Tonks with something akin to impotent jealousy.

A slick sound emanated when Tonks dragged herself back, his entire length messy with her throat slime.

“What do you think, now?” Tonks’ breath was steady, hands lazily gliding over his entire length.

“How?” Gabbi seemed pained before determination shined through the blue of her irises. “Please teach me.”

“Gladly, my virgin student.” Tonks grinned impishly. “Even I will be hard pressed to tackle this monster for the first time.”

“What just happened?” Harry asked to no one. Surely it must be a dream? Surely Fleur’s sister and his one time professor’s wife weren’t planning on doing dirty things with him?

“I was sure Ginny would have taken you for a ride. Especially with this thing inside your pants.” Tonks hands left his cock, making him whine. “Seems like I was wrong about her.”

“Well, we just kissed…” Harry thought about protesting about the scant time they were together, before thinking better of it. Not like it would matter now. Whatever he was about to say, stuck in his throat when the older auror waved her wand over her body and vanished the robes that were keeping him from feasting a nude metamorph.

“Fuck!” This time he couldn’t keep his voice contained. “Fuck Tonks…You look…”

“You like my tits, Harry?” Tonks huge, heavy breasts sagged slightly, which made them look even more enticing. Her nipples were hot pink, just like the hair that she usually wore in the past, protruding almost an inch from her round areolas. She tucked her hair behind her back, showing just how perfect her tits really were. “I knew you would like them big. I saw you almost drooling at Molly’s udders.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Don’t you like my breasts, ‘Arry?” Gabby pouted beside Tonks, cupping her own large set of perky perfections.

“They are perfect.” Harry wiped his mouth after feeling something dripping onto his chin. Damn! Seeing two pairs of such huge knockers together; a spurt of his precum splattered onto the forest floor.

“UNN!” Gabby’s moan caused his wet cock to quiver and Harry gulped, seeing Tonks playing with the blond’s mounds.

“Hmm…They are just like what you would expect from a veela.” Tonks’ long fingers pinched the tiny nipples of Gabbi and she let the older witch maul her breast, face reddening. “I bet Fleur doesn’t like that her little sister had eclipsed her in the chest size, does she? She hated whenever I sported a bigger pair than her.” 

“Umm.. Tonks, how do you know what Fleur’s size is?” Harry could imagine and that imagination was already fueling some dreams. 

Tonks just winked at him, stroking the fire of his loins. 

“Your sister also makes the same cute little moans whenever I pinched her nipples.” 

Oh Merlin! Fleur and Tonks together? Harry would have died happy if he could just see that scene once.

“Though her tits sagged more than you. Maybe because she had been a slut for years.”

“Oui. My sister had a lot of boyfriends in the past.” Gabby bit her lips, clearly enjoying the older witch’s ministration. “But I saved myself for ‘Arry.” She directed her needy eyes Harry’s way, making his heart miss a beat.

“And found out that you could have been with a hundred guys previously, but Harry would have still wrecked you.”

“NON! I would never!”

The monster in his chest seethed, thinking about this beautiful blond goddess with someone else. He wouldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“As much as I would have liked to make you squirt like your sister, I’m sure someone will finally notice their savior was missing before long.” With a last tug and pinch, Tonks stopped her mauling, crawling ahead so that his cock was almost touching her bulging tits. Gabby followed the older witch’s action, mimicking her posture. “So it’s best if we get to the major action.”

Taking hold of his cock, she pointed it at Gabbi. “The first thing you have to remember while blowing a cock this big is when to breathe.” Tonks licked the precum dripping from his head, her voice warbling. “’Ollw me.” Taking a deep breath, she descended, taking more than half of his length in one go. The back of her tight throat undulated around his cock, and Harry had to bite his lips to stop from making any unmanly sound. She remained there for ten seconds before backing until only his head remained. “’Nd breath.” She took another deep breath before repeating the process, this time taking almost two-thirds of his cock. Harry was waiting for her throat to constrict again, but she didn’t stay there for the ten seconds, her tongue swipping the pronounced ridges before she pulled back. 

Her pace increased, so that she was shoving the entirety of his cock, tongue wiggling at the underside, before pulling back and repeating the process. 

“HHHNNNGG!” The embarrassing sound from the back of his throat caused him to flush.

Tonks finally pulled herself fully back, her breath heavy, breasts heaving. “You saw that? That’s how you conquer a monster like this.”

“Your turn now, blondie.”

She offered his cock to the blushing veela just as he had seen one of his Dudley’s friend offer his whale of a cousin the butt of a half-burnt cigarette. The hunger in Gabby’s eyes also mirrored his piggy cousin.

Gabby was a lot more hesitant, seeming to have lost her nerve after seeing the older woman take every single inch of endowment with little hassle. But finally something seemed to click in her mind and she lunged forward, again making the mistake of shoving his cock in her throat without taking a deep breath. 

“HAAAAKKKHHH!” She retreated, a thin strand of saliva clinging to her lips. But the next time she followed Tonks’ advice, taking a methodological approach, breathing in, then taking half-of his length and then escaping. Breathing in, shoving herself and escaping.

“Fuck Gabby, you are doing great.” Harry’s fingers itched to touch at least one pair of breasts, but the twinge in his cock curtailed that impulse for the time being.

“Yes, love. Just like Harry said, you have the making of a proper slut.” Tonks grinned, playing with her own nipples.

Gabby’s mascara trailed a black line on her cheek, mussing up her makeup. But still Harry thought the veela looked more beautiful than ever. 

“That’s enough for now.” Tonks ordered. “I think he is more than lubed up for taking your virginity.”

Gabby disengaged at once at the magic ward, panting with animal like lust shining through her eyes. Harry’s own mind shuddered with repressed desire, the thought of finally being inside a witch making his heart race.

His slippery cock jerked, which Tonks immediately pushed between her cleavage. Those marshmallowy softness engulfed his length, the upper half peeking above her boobs, tickling her chin.

“How would you like to lose you v-card, blondie? Doggy? Missionary or maybe something exotic?”

“Can I be on top of Harry?” Gabby eyed him like she was about to devour his soul.

“Cowgirl?” Tonks shook her torso so that his cock got slapped around inside her tit-prison. “With this size, that might be best.”

Harry whined when the pressure over his cock lessened. “Lie down, boy wonder. Let Bondie set the pace.”

Harry pulled the trouser around his shin out and chucked it in the darkness, falling down and resting over the moss and the dried leaves. His cock weaved and bobbed, standing like a honey-glazed tower.

The tree tops shivered in some unknown wind as if they were also shaking with excitement to see the debauchery happening between them. The blond goddess, with a hallow of moonlight around her body, blocked his vision before lowering herself over him.

“I will keep myself out this time. Make sure to not overtry, blondie.”

Gabrielle nodded before looking at him with hooded eyes, squatting above his frame and taking hold of his slick cock. Harry eyed the round globes on Gabby’s chest, mouth watering at the thought of having his first taste of supple boobies.

His rotund cockhead mashed against her flushed, drooling cuntlips, spreading those tight-looking petals with force.

Gabby hissed, eyes closing, hips gyrating. Harry held himself from thrusting up only with supreme will. The tiny pink nub over her hood quivered when it touched his purple helmet, making both of hem groan.

“’Arry, I love you.” Gabby murmured before pushing her hips down.

“Fuck!”

“OOOHH!”

His eyes closed on their own. Just the head inside and the wet muscles of her womanhood tightened around him. She kept murmuring her love for him, before taking another couple of inches.

Their journey was abruptly cut off when his cock deformed some thin membrane in her canal. Harry realized what that must be.

“Gabby, it may hurt. Go slow—”

“Just push, Blondie, it will be over in a second.” Tonk’s unnecessary intervention came from their beside.

Unfortunately, Gabby listened to the older witch.

“Merde!” A scream rang through the orchard, making Harry wince. A liquid pooled around his cock, slowly dripping along his length. Harry had no doubt it was red.

Gabby’s legs turned into jelly, and she flopped over him bonelessly. Her silver hair hid him in a curtain, tits basing into his pecks.

Almost the entire of his cock had nestled inside her, and Harry had to grunt and groan to stop himself from soiling himself, so quickly.

“’Arryyy. Zo Beeg! Zo huze!” Gabby’s mother tongue gained prominence as she panted over him, her incredible heat, squeezed him like a furnace.

His hands lazily lying over the forest-floor, sneaked between their bodies and he took hold of her breasts. Fuck, they felt even better than they looked.

Quickly finding the tiny nubs, Harry pinched like he had seen Tonks do. And immediately the blond above him shivered. Her hips rose a bit, and she flopped down, a ridiculous squelch emitting from their joined parts.

“I love you.” She again kept repeating that mantra that seemed to give her strength. Harry kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from cumming if he opened his mouth for just a second.

They kept themselves glued to each other for the next couple of minutes, their bodies gyrating along. The pain in Gabby’s voice slowly lessened, her hips rose more and more and the pleasure racing through his veins increasing by the second.

Harry pulled away from pinching and playing with her tits. His hands went to her tight cushy bum, perfectly round and malleable, and he took hold of it. Harry’s legs bent, putting his feet beneath his bum. He lifted his hips a bit and Gabby slid ahead in his torso, her tits resting just below his face. His cock was just inside her spasming cunny and Harry tightened his core.

His bum lifted from the ground and with his grip on Gabby’s bum tightening, the virgin wizard shoved upward with his hips. 

“ARRRRRY!” Dragging her bum back, Harry repeated the thrust. Her tits wobbled in his face and he took hold of the juicy nipple. 

At last…

His teeth clamped around her pink areola, the nub mashing into his tongue, which he lathered with hot saliva. His hips started picking speed, jarring the blond’s entire body above him.

“OUI, MY ‘ove! OUI!” Gabby’s voice took on a keening screech. “Ruin moi chattel. Ruin moi!”

His hips jackhammered above, sweat slicking their bodies. A spurt splattered against his abs, the blond above him spasming and shaking, but Harry was too close to stop himself, chasing his end with frightening intensity.

His dick made ‘slick, slick’ sounds, pussy juice continually splashing out of the quivering veela above him. His teeth made its mark around the nipples, lips sucking like he expected milk to expel from the pale globes. Gabby’s hands fastened around his hair, back bending backward so her tits rose. But Harry kept sucking them to his heart’s content, her small nipples distending like rubber.

Her pussy got a vice grip on his cock, the entire length inside her and Harry grunted like a caveman, pulling with all his might so that it will slick outside before shoving it all over again.

The blond above him stilled, her pussy continually spasming and groaning.

“I am going to cum, Gabby. I am going to mark your pussy as mine.” Harry’s teeth gnashed, unknowingly putting even more pressure on her sensitive nub.

His balls lurched, his large hairy sack jumping and pumping his hot, virile cum into the stout length that was wrecking a virgin veela’s cunny.

“OOOOOHHHH!” With a shout that Harry feared would reach back to the tent, Gabby’s pussy squelched, and a stream of sweet, femcum started splashing all over his torso. She went boneless above him, falling over him and clinging on for dear life.

Harry’s cock-head dilated, then expanded. Rope after rope of burning hot semen hosed into the veela’s still spasming cunt, her pussy if possible got even tighter, milking the seeds that could birthe strong, gorgeous progenies.

“Take that, Gabby. Take all of my cum!” Harry’s saw stars this time, his head spinning, relief like never spread through every single nerve bundle. He panted, feeling the senseless young veela above him quivering similarly.

Finally, after he had released what must be a gallon of cum inside the insensate witch, his cock stopped belching, still hard but satisfied for the minute.

The world seemed different after he found his breath. The stars twinkling from the gap between the treetops seemed brighter, the moon larger and golden. It was almost like he was wearing his glasses and someone pulled it out, forcing him to take in the world with naked eyes. Harry would know the feeling. He used to wear one until the third year.

The comfortable weight of Gabby over him felt just right, and Harry thought he wouldn’t mind bearing it for a long time. Raw and primal—that was the smell that was all over the clearing and Harry simply bathed in it.

“I hope you have still something in your tank for little old me?” The husky whisper from somewhere about his vicinity reminded him of the other witch that was present in their encounter. Harry turned his head, gulping as Tonks lied on her back opposite them, her thighs tucked up to her torso, framing those humongous globes, while a pristine pink slit glinted, a slippery rope of white liquid clinging onto the surface.

Harry’s cock twinged, balls jumping as he was sure that he had another half-a-dozen load if the women in front of him was his one time crush.

Slowly, he freed his cock from the tight grip of a veela pussy, before letting the softly breathing girl slide out of his body. He positioned the snoozing blond comfortably over the moss, giving a once over to the red, abused hole that was dripping with his seed.

His eyes immediately zeroed on the still awake woman.

“Come here, big boy. Ruin my hole just like blondie there.” Harry didn’t hesitate, crossing the distance and getting on his knees above her vulnerable frame. His cock thwacked against her upturned dripping pussy, and she gave him a flaming look. “Don’t worry about me, love. Just fuck me hard. I can take ittttt….”

Harry did just that. Hooking his helmet inside, he shoved the full length in a single go. His abs collided with her thighs, and a glob of spittle flew from her wide open mouth. Harry watched the beautiful face contorted and couldn’t help himself. Bending down, Harry put even more force with his hips, claiming those pouty lips with his own. His tongue went inside her mouth and he entwined it with her long pink appendage, sucking on the sweet saliva.

His hips rose, and he thrusted, putting enormous force downward. A groan got swallowed by his mouth.

He disengaged, burying his head between the pale cleavage that her tits created.

Fuck! No wonder they say there is heaven inside a witch’s blouse.

Tonks make some hoarse sounds and Harry lapped at the bulging boob-flesh, hips raining down just like she had demanded.

The slap of hips colliding was like thunderclaps in the clearing’s silence, and the dirty wet ‘Phlap’ only added to the lewdity. Harry was floating in heaven, with Tonks ribbed inside, rubbing so wonderfully into his invading length that Harry doubt only a metamorph could accomplish. The slickness was ideal for friction as it dragged over the protruding veins of his length. 

Her pussy churned, and she finally seemed to have found her voice after the first penetration. “Bloody buggering fuck! I almost blacked out!” Tonks wondered, her tits and torso jumping beneath. “To think that I have to go back to my lame husband after experiencing this…”

Harry tried not to think about Remus, especially as he was balls deep inside his wife currently. But he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t jealous of his father’s lousy friend for bagging this succubus.

His balls banged into her pillowy arse, sending a ripple of pleasure all over his body.

“Play with my boobs, Harry. I love them getting mauled.” Tonks creamed on his cock, eyes unseen as she stared upward. 

Harry pushed her breasts together, making her lovely nipples almost touch each other, which then he gobbled delightfully. 

“Yes! YES! Yes! Just like that.” A madness rolled from her voice. “Fuck my cheating cunt and suck my married boobs. Fucking ruin them for Remus. God… I should kill myself for missing all those opportunities outside your house.”

It took Harry barely any time to understand her and Harry’s pace skyrocketed, doubling and tripling in ferocity after thinking about him and Tonks together inside his aunt’s house.

“Just think, love, we could have so much fun,” Tonks cooed, tugging his hair and mashing his head in her chest. “So many missed chances.”

Harry escaped from the funbags. “Don’t make me regret being born, Tonks.” Harry shook his head when she grinned.

“You were so…’FUCK!’ broody then. I should have fucked that out of your system.”

“Yeah.” Harry focused on the increased churning of Tonks’ cunt.

“I bet you couldn’t have stopped yourself if I had sneaked inside one night and—” Tonks’ brows scrunched and a ripple spread along her body. His cock also stuttered in their thrusting when her pussy undulated, like it was some kind of tight glove. “Begged for ‘Arry’s cum.”

Harry’s eyes widened when an almost identical woman to Gabby took Tonks’ place, silver hair fanned below her, blue eyes smoky and pink lips spread apart. The same witch that was dancing with Bill just earlier.

“Fleur!” Harry closed his eyes, savoring the pussy that he had dreamed of claiming during the fourth year.

“Oui, ‘Arry, I’ve come to give you … my body for saving ma sœur.”

 Fuck! Tonks even sounded the same.

The blond transformed witch’s breasts were smaller than Tonk’s, almost similar to Gabby, maybe even smaller, but they were enough to make his mouth water.

A scheming look spread across Fleur’s face before she crunched her face again. Harry wouldn’t admit, but Tonks’ metamorph talent was making him wish she was his.

Harry’s hips faltered, palms searching ahead for the ground, and he lurched as Tonks opened her eyes. A pair of caramel eyes stared at him from beneath the long lashes. A small nose and fat lips over a pretty face almost gave Harry a heart attack.

His eyes spanned down and there, resting on the breastbone of the witch, hung two pale tits big enough to eclipse his entire head.

“Oh Harry dear, I couldn’t thank you enough for saving my husband from that big, bad snake. Please take out your lust on my stacked body in my husband’s absence.” Tonks crooned in the same motherly voice that Harry had heard for the last half a dozen years.

“MRS. WEASLEY!” Harry’s torso collapsed over the busty, redheaded milf, her tits pancaking with his pecks. Stiff nipples dragged over his skin, but Harry was too overwhelmed to think about sucking those.

His hips dragged upward and he adjusted himself, burying his head into the orange hair of Ron’s mother’s doppelgänger. And then he started.

His hips started a savagery that he hadn’t thought himself capable. Nuts churning, dick puncturing into a pussy that had birthed so many of his friends. Juices splashed all around, but Harry didn’t care about that. Her small hands rested on his back and she rubbed all over his muscles, groaning and moaning with her motherly voice that Harry had never thought could sound so titillating.

“So big, so hard, so unlike my husband.” Mrs. Weasley sounded just like a slut. “A cock deserving to breed another Weasley.”

“Your pussy’s so hot, Mrs. Weasley. So fucking good. I’m going to drown it in my jizz.”

“DO it! Do it dear. Give your best friend a little brother to play with.” The groan from Mrs. Weasley’s mouth was hair-raising. Harry entirely forgot about the actual witch masquerading as his friend’s mother, the taboo of fucking Ron’s mother scrambling his brain.

With a massive thrust, his cock lodged inside some crevice, prying open some place and Harry started grunting, firing load after load of his jism inside the curvy woman, taking his cock so deeply.

His hips kept moving, feeling the ring of muscles around his pistoning cock spasming before another witch doused his body with her bodily juices. The fingers running over his back thinned and the pussy also tightened imperceptibly. The pressure against his chest also dimmed as if the huge fatty gloves had somehow reduced and Harry finally came down from his fuck lust, raising himself on his forearm.

A flush of shame spread across his cheeks at losing his mind, and Harry had trouble meeting Tonks’ half-opened eyes, which was dancing mirthfully.

His cock finally softened, still big, and slowly he pulled out, the tight sheath refusing to give him any respite.

“You know Harry, if you just somehow flash Molly what is inside your pants, she would be more than happy to give you the taste of the real forbidden fruit.” Harry grimaced when his cock lurched, trying to regain the lost hardness. “She is a very horny, unsatisfied woman. And your dick is huge enough to even make her feel young.”

“Fucking stop, Tonks.” Harry couldn’t believe that he was seriously considering Tonks’ proposal. “It wouldn’t be right.”

“Don’t lie, boy-wonder. If you are up for game, maybe we could seduce her together. You know I would love to juggle those beach balls.” Harry gulped and stared at Tonks’ challenging eyes.

Merlin! How could a witch be so perfect?

Harry couldn’t stop himself. Bending down, he kissed her, and she returned it with equal passion; tongue searching for each other.

Harry was just considering the possibility of the third round when the witch beneath him stiffened. She pushed him away, scrambling to her feet in a hurry.

Hurt and a bit confused, Harry sat there naked. “Tonks what—”

“Someone just cast wards around the Burrow.” 

“Yeah, Bill told me that—”

“Not the Order’s wards. Someone just cast wards overlapping ours. But that would mean…” She searched for her wand frantically.

Harry focused, chasing away the dirty thoughts that Tonks’ bouncing in front of his eyes evoked. There was a static charge in the ambience, and the more he focused, the more the hair on his forearms stood up.

He blanched when the sound of glass breaking echoed through the property.

“Death Eaters!” Tonks swore and Harry himself scrambled to his feet, searching for his trousers.

Those fucking bastards!

“What’s going on!” a sleepy Gabby called out, forcing him to curse out loud.

That fucking no-nose tosser!