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AU explanation- Voldemort really died when he attacked Godric’s Hollow. Most of the Death Eaters still believe he will come back though, so keep trying to kill Harry. He has to stay at Privet Drive for the wards because of that, but because of Voldemort being dead and the prophecy fulfilled, Dumbledore is a lot more lax about it. He says Harry can leave for trips whenever he likes, so long as he warns Dumbledore first so he can arrange a guard and an emergency portkey.

I JUST REALISED I FORGOT TO ADD THE WARNINGS TO THE DESCRIPTION. HAVE ADDED THEM NOW. CHEATING, F/M SEX, M/M SEX IN FINAL CHAPTER.

Set summer after 5th year

Friday 5th July 1996

It had been a hell of a week, Harry thought to himself as he collapsed exhausted onto his bed at Privet Drive. His godfather, Sirius, had been killed in a battle with some of the last remnants of the Death Eaters nearly three weeks earlier. They had been ambushed whilst shopping in Diagon Alley. The fight had been brief, the Death Eaters fleeing when the Ministry’s aurors arrived on the scene, but one of them had managed to hit Sirius with the instantly fatal Killing Curse.

Harry was utterly heartbroken over the loss of his godfather, of course, but there was another reason he had been mentally and emotionally wrung out over the course of the last week.

The Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy - whose heir was Harry’s rival, or as some had put it, nemesis, at Hogwarts - had protested Sirius’ will that left everything he and the Black Family owned to Harry. The basis for their solicitor’s case was an old law called Primogeniture- the closest living male relative inherits everything. The goblins had performed the necessary genealogical tests and research and determined that Draco was Sirius’ cousin three times removed, not a close relation, but that Harry was even further down the line of succession. This was why the Order of the Phoenix suspected that Lucius Malfoy was behind the attack that claimed Sirius’ life, but as usual when that slippery snake was involved, there was no evidence of Lucius’ involvement. He had an ironclad alibi.

The only living people with a closer or equal claim to the Black fortune than Draco, were Bellatrix LeStrange, who was ineligible as both a female and a convict on a life sentence; Andromeda Tonks, who was illegible as a girl who had married a muggleborn; Narcissa Malfoy who was illegible as her son was able to inherit, and males always take precedence in matters of succession; and Nymphadora Tonks – Andromeda’s 23 year old auror daughter, who was illegible only as a female.

But the goblins had informed them – Harry, Dumbledore, and the Tonks’ had been called to Gringotts to discuss the Malfoy’s objection with the Director of the bank, since the goblins certainly did not want the might of the Black fortune falling into the hands of suspected Death Eaters and certified bigots like the Malfoys – of an interesting legal point that might provide Harry with a loophole to inherit, but there was a catch. If he was to marry Tonks, as her husband he owned everything that she did, and would, legally, being of Black blood already, share her relation with Sirius. Combined with the wishes of Sirius, made plain in his will, this would give Harry the strongest claim to the Black inheritance.

The Director had said he could stall the protest for one week, but no longer, and they had until then to decide. Today was the fifth day, and Harry and Tonks had, after much discussion, decided to marry. It was worth the sacrifice to keep that amount of power from the hands of Death Eaters. They had also discovered, whilst talking, that both had been nursing a crush on the other for a few months. An embarrassing revelation, but one that gave both of them hope that maybe they would get something more out of this marriage than political and financial leverage.

They only had until Monday morning before the Malfoy’s protest would pass, so he and Tonks had to get married tomorrow. It would be, by necessity, a small event, with Dumbledore officiating and only their families and closest friends in attendance. This way, they would deny the Malfoy’s any time to try to protest on any other grounds before Harry could inherit, rendering the matter moot.

Harry could still feel his lips tingling from the kiss he and Tonks had shared a short while ago. He had promised to marry her again, properly, giving her the big, lavish ceremony she deserved, and she had rewarded him with a passionate snog that had left him smiling dreamily for the last hour.

Yes, he was getting married a lot earlier than he had ever thought he would. Yes, it was for reasons other than love, which he never imagined himself doing. But the time he’d spent with Tonks over the last few days had convinced him that it might be the best thing that ever happened to him.

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Saturday 6th July 1996

Harry couldn’t get the grin off his face. His marriage to Nymphadora Tonks – no, Nymphadora Potter-Tonks, he reminded himself (she had wanted to be able to still be called Tonks by her friends. Her parents had huffed at her hatred of her first name, but Harry had happily acquiesced, as he thought Tonks was a name that fit her anyway) – had gone perfectly. It had been an intimate little affair in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, the House tables cleared out of the way to make room for chairs, and only his friends and Tonks’ parents and few close friends in attendance, along with the majority of the Order. When he and Tonks were standing on the small raised altar in front of a less flamboyantly robed than usual Dumbledore, and staring into each other’s eyes, the whole world had faded away, and nothing seemed to exist outside of those purple orbs that his fiancé favoured. A smirking Dumbledore had needed to poke them and remind them to answer with ‘I do’ every time, and again to stop them kissing after he pronounced them married. Harry had never seen the aged Headmaster quite so amused.

Now, Harry was sitting on his bed at Privet Drive, in a room that had been magically expanded into a large, well-furnished apartment by Dumbledore as a wedding gift, waiting for his new bride to come out of the bathroom.

Harry looked up when he heard the door to the water closet open, and his jaw hit the floor. Tonks was standing there, no longer wearing the flowing white dress she had been at Hogwarts, but now clad only in a tight white corset that pushed her breasts up and showed an amount of cleavage that got Harry’s blood pumping, and a tiny pair of matching white knickers. Her hair was, for once, normal: thick, black locks tied into a braided ponytail which hung down to her mid-back. The saucy grin on Tonks’ face showed how much she liked Harry’s reaction to her outfit – it was difficult to miss, his eyes had bugged out, and he appeared to be on the verge of drooling.

She slowly walked over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively, and came to a stop between Harry’s legs, who was nearly hyperventilating as her stared up at her grinning face over the gentle curves of her breasts.

“Undress me, husband” Tonks near-whispered, her voice falling on Harry’s ears as smooth and sweet as melted chocolate.

Harry’s shaking hands came up to the knots on the front of Tonks' corset, and began to fumble as he undid them, moving up from the bottom of the silky garment, until only the top knot held the fabric covering Tonks’ form. Her hands gently covered Harry’s, guiding him as he undid the last clasp, them moving them away as the corset fell to pool on the floor at Tonks’ feet.

Tonks’ was both gratified and turned on by the look of awe and raw lust on Harry’s face as he stared up at her bare breasts. She gently took his hands, still in hers, and lifted them above his head, leaning into him, until he was on his back on the bed, his hands pinned above him, and his half-naked Nymph on top of him. She lowered her face to his, catching his lips in a searing kiss that left both of them light-headed. Tonks slowly let go f Harry’s hands, and her nimble fingers moved down his body, gently caressing his face as they passed, to begin to undo his shirt buttons.

The two newly-weds kept kissing passionately as Tonks wrestled Harry’s shirt off him, then began to undo his belt and trousers. Soon, Harry was completely naked, still pinned underneath his wriggling wife, clad in just her panties, and he decided to take control. Harry rolled so that he was on top of the woman who was about to become his lover, and, their lips still sealed to each other, began to slip Tonks’ panties down her legs, They had to finally break their kiss to pull back enough for Harry to get the panties completely off Tonks, before he threw them blindly over his shoulder and leaned down again to capture his wife’s lips.

One of Harry’s hands reached down to grab his aching manhood, and he guided himself to Tonks’ already wet opening, before pushing forward, moaning as he and his new wife consummated their marriage for the first time.

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Tonks woke up first, and after a few minutes just lying basking in the delicious warmth of being in bed and in another person’s arms, took stock of her position. She was curled up on her side, with Harry behind her, one arm under her head which she was using as a pillow, and the other wrapped around her midsection, pulling her possessively against him.

She was surprised by last night. She would have always supposed Harry would have been hung like a hypogriff. He was, after all, a handsome looking stud, and the most ballsy guy she had ever met. She had enjoyed what they had done, but honestly, that was because of the emotional aspect of the act. The physical aspect had been…lacking.

She would never have expected that Harry Potter, the famous Boy-Who-Lived, He-Of-Many-Ridiculous-Adventures, the slayer of Voldemort and killer of basilisks, would have a 4 inch cock.

She couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. She had always been a flirty person by nature, and though she had never had sex with anyone before last night, despite, or rather, to spite, her reputation, she had always hoped to marry a guy who could blow her mind in bed.

That was when her train of thought was broken as a moan escaped her lips. Harry had woken up, and his hand had moved down from her stomach to start playing with her sensitive quim. The Gryffindor seeker’s dextrous fingers rubbed at her pussy, before one, then two fingers slipped inside her. Tonks was moaning louder now, and starting to get wet, as Harry played her like an instrument with a skill that belied his inexperience of the sexual acts. Soon, Harry’s thumb found Tonks’ clit, and began to rub at a furious pace. After a short while of this delightful stimulation, Tonks seized up in Harry’s arms, nearly screaming as she came for the first time with the help of someone else.

Harry kept on stimulating her through her orgasm, but more gently, allowing her to slowly come down from that rapturous high. After a couple of minutes of panting, Tonks got her breath back, and turned round in Harry’s arms to give him a passionate kiss.

“That was amazing, baby, where did you learn to do that?” She asked, a happy grin on her face.

Harry smiled somewhat sadly at the woman in his arms “Sirius.” Tonks’ smile faltered, as she looked at Harry curiously, silently encouraging him to continue. “Last summer, he gave me The Talk, and then he broke out the diagrams” Tonks couldn’t help but snort in amusement at that. “He told me he was imparting all of his vast knowledge of the female body. At the time, I thought it was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me, but now, I’m thankful he did…you sounded so beautiful, moaning like that…if you don’t mind, I’d like to…try something else, and see your face this time?”

Tonks’ wide grin at the idea gave Harry all the answer he needed, and he untangled himself from Tonks’ arms, and rolled on top of her, before beginning to kiss his way down her body. He started at her neck, sucking and licking the sensitive skin, memorising the way Tonks’ tasted, moving slowly downwards, paying special attention to his lover’s large breast, laving the nipples with his tongue as Tonks’ moaned and clutched his head to her chest. He kept on moving further south, his tongue darting into her belly button as he passed her naval, until he was at eye level with Tonks’ pussy.

Harry thought it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Tonks’ hole was a lovely shade of pink, slightly darker than the rest of her skin. It glistened with the sheen of her juices from the orgasm he had given her a few minutes ago, and looked incredibly tight.

He grinned up at his wife as he lowered his mouth to her pussy, beginning to tease her just as Sirius had instructed him to, delighting in Tonks’ moans as his tongue raked over her clit.

Tonks’ hands fisted in Harry’s hair, pulling him tighter against her eager slit, as she arched her back, trying to get his teasing tongue inside her. 'Maybe this isn’t so bad after all', Tonks thought to herself. 'He might not have a big cock, but Merlin he’s good with his fingers and tongue.'
Then all conscious thought abandoned her as Harry finally thrust his tongue into her already dripping pussy.

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A few days had passed, and Tonks’ worries about Harry not being able to keep up with her in bed had proven to be unfounded. Yes, he had a below-average sized cock, and couldn’t make her cum with it, but he was eager and willing to use his fingers and tongue, and very talented with them. Harry seemed to be somewhat aware of his…limits, and with his usual selflessness, was happy to get her off at least twice before using his dick and taking care of his own needs.

Yes, Tonks thought as she pottered around their room gathering a couple of towels and her shower stuff from her wardrobe and dresser, she was very lucky to have found a guy as great as Harry. Harry had decided to go and cook them breakfast, while she took a quick shower. She was glad for that- her cooking skills were so horrible she had once managed to burn cereal.

She still had no idea how that had happened.

Walking out onto the landing of the Dursley household, she was only mildly surprised to find the door locked, and decided to wait there, assuming that Harry’s cousin Dudley – who could be the only one in there, since Harry was downstairs cooking, his uncle Vernon was at work, and Tonks had heard his aunt Petunia leaving, probably going shopping – wouldn’t be long, since the boy didn’t seem inclined towards spending ages in the bathroom. In fact, she had noticed that Dudley didn’t seem inclined to even spend much time in the house, being out and about most of the day the few days Tonks had been staying at Privet Drive.

So she wasn’t surprised when, after only a couple of minutes, the door opened. She was very surprised that the person opening the door was naked.

Dudley stood there in all his glory, as bare as the day he was born, as Tonks stared in shock. Her eyes quickly roamed the teen’s body, taking in the heavily muscled arms and shoulders, the rather chubby stomach, before locking in place when she noticed what was between his legs.

An absolutely massive cock.

It was an amazing specimen. Even though it was soft, it was at least 8 inches long, and very thick. Underneath it hung an equally impressive pair of testicles, each as large as a ripe grapefruit. Tonks couldn’t help but stare, until Dudley’s chuckling broke the spell she seemed to be under.

“I thought you’d still be in Harry’s room.” Dudley said with a smirk, having noticed where her attention had been. “I’ve not seen you ever come out of there, I assumed you’ve been spending all day shagging. I know I would spend all day shagging a bird as fit as you. God knows how a scrawny git like Potter managed to bag you.”

Tonks gasped at the boy’s audacity, and although she wanted to smack him one, she reminded herself that he was Harry’s family. Instead, she just growled “like a guy like you would ever get with a hot girl” and angrily shouldered past the still smirking teen, slamming the door to the bathroom behind her.

Tonks muttered angrily to herself about rude teenagers under her breath as she got undressed and got into the Dursley’s walk-in shower. She couldn’t believe the nerve of that boy! Thinking that just because he had a big cock, he could say what he liked!

Tonks let out a sigh as she let the hot spray of the shower wash away her irritation. She’d dealt with many a guy with ego problems like that before, she knew she shouldn’t let him get under her skin.

As Tonks stood under the shower, the currently pink-haired Metamorphmagus noticed that she was feeling a little bit randy. She wasn’t surprised- the shower had always been her favourite place to diddle herself, ever since she had been a teenager. She’d been a teenage girl living with a mother who didn’t bother knocking before coming into a room, Tonks had quickly learnt to love the fact that the bathroom door had a lock.

Her fingers soon found her needy pussy, her head falling back to rest of the warm, damp, tiled wall as she began her oft-practised routine of teasing her clit before ramming a couple of fingers inside herself and pumping away as fast as she could. It never failed to get her off quickly.
As she played with herself, she closed her eyes and pictured Harry. In her mind’s eye, the raven-haired youth was kneeling before her, worshipping her now-dripping quim with his fingers and lips.

Even Tonks was surprised when, in her daydream, Harry stood, and she saw what was between his legs.

It was a massive cock, identical to the one she had just seen on Dudley. Tonks, caught up in the pleasure her fingers were bringing her, just bit back a moan and imagined Harry pressing her against the shower wall and taking her with that huge cock, slowly sliding in and out of her wet pussy, stretching her out and filling her up with that massive prick, making love to her under the hot water of the shower.

Tonks soon came, hard, picturing Harry with Dudley’s cock worshipping her body. She shook with the ferocity of her orgasm, and bit down hard on her lip to keep herself from moaning loud enough for Harry to hear downstairs.

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A few days after her…meeting, with Dudley, Tonks found herself walking around the neighbourhood, learning the area. The park looked quite nice, and she was already planning to get Harry to bring her back there tomorrow.

It was late in the evening, almost everyone else inside and having dinner, when she was walking past some closed-down shops on the corner of Wisteria Walk, and heard a quiet moaning and grunting from an alleyway. Curious, and her auror training making her need to investigate, she slipped down the alley.

She soon noticed a wooden gate that clearly enclosed the back of one of the shops was open, pushed too but not shut. It was from behind that gate that the sounds were coming from.

Looking around to make sure no-one was there to see what she was doing, she pulled out her wand and cast a spell to make the gate see-through from her side. She was both surprised and not by what she saw on the other side.

Given the noises, she had expected to see two people having sex.

She had not expected to see Dudley Dursley fucking a gorgeous muggle girl into the wall.

The woman – a slim girl not more than twenty, with blonde hair hanging down at least to her shoulders, and a pair of sunglasses resting on her head, had her back against the brick back wall of the shop, her large looking tits pressed into Dudley’s chest, and her long legs wrapped around Dudley’s waist as he pounded her silly.

Tonks idly noticed the girl’s jeans and panties were in a pile next to the coupling pair, as she stared at the unlikely match. She couldn’t believe that a fat, rude bully like Dudley was fucking a girl as hot as the blonde girl, but Tonks could tell the girl was more than willing. There was a look of rapturous ecstasy on the busty blonde’s face, her mouth wide open and her eyes rolled back into her head as she was fucked silly by Dudley’s mammoth dick.

It was the hottest thing Tonks had ever seen.

She couldn’t help herself. One of Tonks’ hands gripped the frame of the gate for balance, as the other reached down and unbuttoned her own jeans, before slipping into the waistband of her thong. Tonks began to play with her pussy, which had already gotten wet just watching the two in the dirty shop backyard.

Tonks stared at the girl’s face as she fingered her own pussy, imagining it was her body being fucked so hard, her mind being wrecked by such intense pleasure that she could do nothing but moan, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Tonks was soon breathing heavily, panting as she thrust three fingers into her tight pussy as quickly as she could. She could only imagine how good it must feel to be fucked so hard by such a huge cock. She wanted to feel that ecstasy.

As she watched Dudley start to grunt, thrusting harder and faster as he approached his end, causing the muggle girl to squeal and writhe and moan under his intense assault on her cunt, Tonks was nearing her own orgasm.

When Dudley suddenly seized up, thrusting himself balls deep into the sexy little slut and beginning to plaster her womb with his seed, the girl moaned out “yes, baby, fill me up”, the pleasure Dudley was inflicting on her so overwhelming that she shook in his strong arms as she clung to him needily.

Tonks came then too, three fingers buried to the knuckle in her dripping wet pussy, panting and gasping as she soaked her panties with her juices.

Tonks didn’t remember the next minute or so, as she came down from her orgasmic high, but when she noticed the girl pulling her trousers back on, and Dudley slipping his softening cock back into his own jeans and doing up the zipper, she realised just what she had done.

A bright flush on her face, she hurriedly re-did her own jeans, quickly casting a cleaning spell to get rid of the wet patch her pussy juices had made, before fleeing the alley, wanting nothing more than to get back to Harry’s room and die of embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she’d just rubbed one out in a public alley while watching her husband’s cousin fuck some muggle girl.

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When Tonks was in the shower again the next day, it was Dudley she imagined fucking her this time, not Harry. She felt a little guilty about it at first, picturing Dudley fucking her silly with his gigantic cock, but, she supposed, there was a difference between fantasy and reality. She was only imagining Dudley fucking her, it wasn’t like she was cheating on Harry. Still, though, she felt guilty.

She felt a lot less guilty when she came harder than she ever had before.

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