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1 Decision

Like all children, Harry Potter had not thought much about death. It was something that could happen, of course, as he knew that his parents, who would have probably been roughly the same age as his aunt and uncle, were dead, and he heard about accidents and fatal illnesses. Yet it was something associated mainly with old age and not with children or adolescents.

His point of view started changing during his first year at Hogwarts. One of the first things he heard was about a corridor that was forbidden, and the threat of painful death. He then encountered a mountain troll and later, a possessed teacher, both trying to kill him. The second year, people were being petrified, including his closest friend, and he had to fight for his life once again, barely coping. The third year brought the threat of a mass murderer seeking him and of Dementors, who could suck his soul out. Now, after the fourth year, after having to fight for his life more than once, culminating in confronting Voldemort, he no longer thought of death as some abstract notion, only relevant to old or sick people. It was a constant threat, one he wasn’t sure he could avoid for much longer. He didn’t want to die, though. Despite his life being quite hard and unpleasant, mostly, he still had a few things he wanted to do before succumbing to the inevitable, and – as the minds of teenage boys work – they concerned mainly the other gender. He wanted a chance to kiss a girl, kiss her properly and be kissed back, the way he had furtively seen on some late shows on TV when his relatives were asleep. He also wanted to experience sex. Believing he only had one or two years at most, he wanted to grab as much as possible, to live life as fully as he could in the short time he still had, assuming he had any.

He formed these thoughts gradually, since being back with his relatives, after the fourth year. Then he had to fight the Dementors, and that made him decide: no longer would he fight for right or against wrong – he just couldn’t afford to spend his precious time on that. He would just go with the flow and make sure to live and enjoy whatever life meant for as long or as short as he would have.

–..–

Neither Remus nor Moody, when they led the group that came to take him to Grimmauld Place, noticed his mood, yet a young woman, not much older than him, did notice, and so did the older witches, and Tonks also decided to do something about it.

When they arrived, Mrs. Weasley didn’t notice his mood, being in a hurry. She just led him to join his friends before she returned to the Order meeting. She should have known better.

Harry found it difficult to stick with his decision. He still confronted his friends, admonishing them for keeping him in the dark, but quickly accepted their apologies and their explanations. It was evident that Dumbledore was orchestrating this, making him wonder if the old man really had his best interest at heart. He still decided to keep his doubts to himself.

Hermione and Ginny had already retired for the night and Ron was yawning widely when the Order meeting was finally over. Tonks came to the boys’ room a moment later. “Harry, I talked with Sirius and he decided to give you your own room, so you can sleep without others snoring near you and you won’t wake others if you have any nightmares. Let me help you move there.”

“I’m not sure…” Harry started. He didn’t want to be alone. He had already had enough of this at his relatives.

Tonks didn’t let him finish the sentence. “I’m sure you’d like it better. You may still spend as much of your waking time with your friends, you know, in this room, in yours or any other place you like.”

There was a kind of promise in her voice, that Harry didn’t understand. Besides, he had decided not to fight. He just let her help him. With a few spells, she promptly moved all his stuff to another room, a floor higher. Harry just smiled apologetically at Ron before joining Tonks.

“Let me help you unpack,” she said, waving her wand at his trunk. The lid opened, and his clothing started coming out of the trunk, folding itself into the wardrobe. Harry grimaced at noticing how evident it was that all his Muggle clothes were oversized hand-me-downs. He didn’t know what this young woman might think of him.

Tonks felt furious at seeing how miserably Harry had been treated. It only strengthened her resolve to help him. As soon as they finished unpacking, she turned her wand at the door and locked it, adding a silencing charm as well. She then turned to Harry. “I saw the way you looked at me when we met. I must admit that it turned me on. Now, care to help me with that?”

Despite it sounding like a dream come true, Harry was quite frightened by her words. “What… What do you mean?” he stammered, unable to come up with something more intelligent.

“Isn’t it evident? You’re a young male, ready and willing. I’m a young female, just as willing. A shag, or more, seems to be the right thing for both of us at this moment. Isn’t it?”

Harry blushed. He wasn’t yet sure about anything, but he didn’t want to question his luck. Tonks didn’t seem to mind. She quickly took off her clothes, staying only in her underwear. She then looked at Harry, who seemed still stunned, his eyes scanning her almost nude body, his member erect, yet still fully clothed.

“I can’t spend the whole night with you,” she said. “Please hurry up, or would you like me to undress you?”

This seemed to have the wanted effect. “No. I can do it myself,” he said, and quickly discarded his clothes, staying in his (oversized) shorts only. He felt obliged to warn her, though. “It’s my fir…”

She put her finger on his lips. “By the time we finish, you’ll know all you need to know in order to let other women enjoy your company. Now, we first need to address some preliminary steps. All girls are taught the contraceptive spell during the second year. I wonder why they don’t teach that to the boys as well, yet I’ll teach you.”

Tonks was only wearing thong knickers and a very skimpy bra, evidently distracting Harry. While she enjoyed his admiration and how his body was reacting to her proximity, she still wanted him to pay attention. “I think I shouldn’t distract you so much,” she said teasingly. A moment later, her body was covered with thick pink fur, effectively hiding all her curves.

Harry was utterly surprised. “How did you do it?”

She smiled. “I’m a Metamorphmagus. I can change practically every aspect of my body by just thinking about it. I’ll tell you more later if you want, but now you should pay attention.”

With the distraction removed (although he could still notice her curves under the fur), Harry was quick to learn. Tonks taught him the regular contraceptive charm, and also another, useful for males, and finally, a wandless version of both. Harry was surprised that he could do that wandless casting, never having tried something like that before.

After having wandlessly cast the female version on Tonks and the male version on himself, Harry asked, “What now?”

“Now you should tell me how you want me to look for your first time.” Her fur vanished just as fast as it had appeared. “Would you like me with big boobs or small ones, big butt, blonde, brunette? I can be whatever you want me to be.”

“I want you to be yourself,” he answered truthfully. Despite having dreamed of various females, he wanted to appreciate her on her own.

“Are you sure? All the others wanted some changes. Nobody wanted plain old Tonks.”

“I want you the way you are naturally. Later, if we want some more, I may try a few variations.” He wondered why he was even thinking of that. Would she even want him for more than once? Would he be able to satisfy her at all?

Yet his words seemed to have the right effect on her. She let her hair lose the pink tinge, turning mousy brown. Her tits became slightly smaller and her waist a bit wider. She looked at him, seeming unsure of herself. “Are you sure you want me this way?”

He felt elated, almost forgetting his previous reluctance. “Not exactly. I want you without your bra and your knickers,” he said boldly.

Tonks smiled and quickly removed the offending items. She then walked closer to Harry, moving her body teasingly, grabbed his boxers and pushed them down, freeing his erection. “Quite impressive!” she said, taking his member in her hand.

Harry was afraid that he would respond too quickly, disappointing his partner. He had already heard some stories like this at the common showers. Tonks didn’t seem bothered, though. “I’ll make you cum soon since I want you less enticed when we copulate. Don’t worry, though. Boys your age can recuperate in no time.”

He wasn’t able to respond because she took his member into her mouth and started sucking in earnest, causing all his blood to flow down there and making his mind numb. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak and ejaculate into her mouth, feeling heavenly.

She waited for him to return to his senses and then stood up, engulfed him in a hug and started kissing him. Once his mind re-engaged, Harry noticed that she still had some cum dribbling out of her mouth. When she kissed his lips and then licked them, inviting him to move them apart, he felt some strange, yet not unpleasant taste, in his mouth. She didn’t let him dwell on that, though. Tonks moved their activity to bed, laying on her back and asking Harry to return the favor – to suck and lick her folds. He did so obediently, soon finding that he really enjoyed it. Besides getting intimately acquainted with that part of the female body, he also found that he liked teasing his partner with his lips and his tongue. He even penetrated with his tongue between her folds, as deep as it would go, making Tonks gasp in surprise. Eventually, she had enough. Harry noticed her folds getting much wetter. She grabbed his head, making him kiss her again. She then aligned their bodies and pushed him in with her legs.

As much as he had enjoyed her mouth, penetrating the right hole was quite different. It was tighter and warmer and he felt like he had always wanted to be there. His instincts urged him to move, and so did Tonks. He obliged, continuing to use his hands to caress her, tease her nipples and rub her clit. The tension built much slower now since he had already had one orgasm earlier. He was able to keep going until Tonks reached her peak, thrashing in bed, writhing in ecstasy and calling his name loudly. He reached a fabulous peak seconds later, unable to resist the way her inner muscles milked him in the spasms of her orgasm.

It took them both some time to recuperate. “You’re a very good student,” she whispered in his ear, her hand roaming his body and reaching his manhood. Her touch seemed to ignite him again, evidenced by his member hardening as soon as she touched him. Tonks wouldn’t let the chance pass. She turned around, riding Harry and letting his erection slide into her still dripping-wet entrance. Harry smiled, enjoying the way she looked, with her small tits bouncing when she moved, her face flushed and her body sweaty. He thought she looked like a sex goddess. After a short while, he started moving too, matching Tonks’s movements and reaching deeper than before, his fingers still teasing and enticing her sensitive spots.

It took them a bit longer to reach their common peak, yet it was even higher than the previous ones. Tonks collapsed over Harry, completely spent. She still grimaced when she felt his shrinking member leave her folds. Harry hugged her to his bosom, enjoying the way her tits were pressed onto his skin, and fell promptly asleep. It took her another fraction of a second to do the same.

–..–

Harry woke up with a start. He felt some weight pressing on his chest, making breathing more difficult. It took him a moment to identify his surroundings and notice the pink hair on the head resting so firmly on his chest. This view made him recall the activity before falling asleep. As much as he had enjoyed it, he felt his face turn warmer at the memory. Another part of him was also getting excited, and a sleepy voice came from near his abdomen. “I don’t mind a quick shag before I need to go.”

It was really quick, but they both enjoyed it. Tonks used some cleaning spells on her body and on the bed sheets, letting Harry learn them as well, before putting on her clothes and removing the locking charm. She kissed him briefly on his lips. “I’ll come for another visit as soon as I can, but you may also enjoy shags with other women. You’re too good for me to be so greedy as to keep you all for myself.”

Harry wasn’t sure he understood and was still too tired to try any harder. He smiled at her and fell asleep even before she closed the door behind her. The clock in the kitchen was showing five in the morning.