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  Hestia stumbles upon Harry and Tonks~

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  Once he makes his choice, Harry doesn’t hesitate. He moves so swiftly that Tonks doesn’t even have a ce to react as he pulls out of the shapeshifting witch, spins them both around, and then pushes her to her knees with her back to the isnd that domihe ter of the kit. At the same time, a quick flex of his magic sees the tea pot and cups that Tonks had never actually finished up with floating through the air from ter to ter as well.

  As Harry slides his coto Tonks’ mouth, she finally catches up with what’s going on, having bee over the ter being fucked from behind one moment, and now on her knees with a dick passing her lips in the .

  “h!”

  She looks up at him slightly chagrined even as she dutifully begins sug but Harry just smiles down at her with a wink and a finger against his lips to mime being quiet. Then, the door to the kit finally opens aia Joeps inside. She jolts in surprise at Harry’s presence, before flushing and quickly stepping inside, closing the kit door behind her before speaking in a low tone so that she doesn’t disturb Kingsley’s rest.

  “O-Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear anyone i when I roag…”

  She have worried, of course. The charms Harry put up are still in pce, which is why she didn’t hear anything in the first pce. Grag her with a broad smile, Harry nods his head amicably.

  “No worries, Auror Jones. No worries at all. I was just making some tea. Care to join me?”

  Down below, Tonks has gone pletely still. The moment she heard Hestia’s voice, the younger Auror froze up. Harry is sure that if he looked down at her right now, Tonks would have a look of panid utter betrayal in her eyes. But she worry. Harry kly what he was doing here.

  “Please, just call me Hestia. And… if it’s not too much of a bother, I’d love to join you.”

  Hestia approaches the other side of the kit isnd, pg her hands down upon it and smiling at him before looking down at the teapot between them. And good thing he’d brought it over from the other ter as well, because if the teapot weren’t in the way, Hestia would have a vantage point of Tonks’ multicolored hair as the younger witch bobbed up and down on his cock.

  Well, not that she’s doing much bobbing right now. She’s still frozen stiff, even as Harry hums.

  “How do you take your tea? Milk? Sugar?”

  “Both, please.”

  Down below, Harry feel Tonks tensing up. Perhaps the metamorphmagus thinks that he’ll have to pop his cock out of her mouth to turn arieve the milk and sugar. But why would he have to do that? She’s already seen his capacity for wandless magic. With a slight grin on his lips, Harry waves a hand and the milk and sugar both float over from where Tonks already had them out.

  Hestia’s eyes widen at this casual dispy and the raven-haired Auror ’t quite tain her astonishment as she gasps.

  “That was… was that silent, wandless magic, Mister Potter?”

  Letting his grin grow a little bit, Harry chuckles.

  “Please, if I’m to call you Hestia, you have to call me Harry alright?”

  At her wordless nod, he tinues.

  “And yes, it was. I’ve found I’m quite profit in it.”

  Hestia huffs at that.

  “Profit is ohing… to be able to perform a summoning spell with that level of trol at ye is nothing short of miraculous, Harry. You should be proud of your abilities.”

  She didn’t know the half of it. Harry just hums and shakes his head, demurring a little as he shrugs his shoulders.

  “Have to be, don’t I? Especially with everyone who’s after me.”

  Hestia furrows her brow, clearly wanting to try and pcate him by saying nobody is after him. But the words sti her throat because… well, just look around them. She’s literally been assigo a Prote Detail for him by the Director of the DMLE herself.

  At the same time, Tonks finally begins moving down below. Her own arousal apparently gets the better of her, overing her fear and panic as she begins sug his cock again. Or maybe she just decides that the best way to get back at him as well as force him to aowledge her is by giving him the best blowjob of his life.

  Either way, the moment Tonks begins bobbing up and down on his cock happens to be the same exaent that Harry lifts the teapot up and pours Hestia a cup of tea. With the rge teapot no longer obsg the older Auror’s field of view and Tonks suddenly moving bad forth in a way that ’t help but draw the eye to the brightly colored hair atop her bobbing head… well, Hestia’s eyes ’t help but be drawn down to the sight.

  This time, it’s the older Auror who freezes up as she realizes what she’s witnessing… an oblivious Tonks on her knees, giving a blowjob to their young charge.

  Harry, of course, acts like he doesn’t realize Hestia knows. His own eyes aren’t on her face, but rather on p two cups of tea for them both. Never mind that he already HAD two cups before Hestia even showed up. He might not be able to watch her facial expressions, but ultimately Harry doesn’t o. He practically sehe gears turning in the raven-haired witch’s head as she stands there, processing the situation.

  He's not too worried, however. Because Harry knows something about Hestia Johat most do not. From their iions iure, he knows a secret about the beautiful Auror that she herself might not fully know just yet.

  Hestia Jones… was a voyeur. The woman got off on spying on other people being intimate. She also got off on the possibility of being caught. She was a true, blue voyeur and when it came to catg people have sex, she was much more ined to try and watch rather than expose them, so to speak. How did Harry know this? He’d caught her iure, of course. She’d been a bit older by then, an Auror Captain instead of a mere Auror. But she hadn’t ged. And even if in this timeliia wasn’t quite a voyeur yet… well, this might as well be her awakening, he figured.

  Putting the teapot down and obsg Hestia’s view again, Harry finally looks up at her just in time for her to recover from her stupor now that the object of her desire has been removed from her field of vision.

  “So, Hestia? How much milk and sugar?”

  “A-Ah… um… one spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of milk, please.”

  “Of course.”

  Harry watches on in amusement as he prepares her cup of tea just like she likes it and then slides it over to her. Hestia ’t help but squirm… but as she reaches for the tea cup, she uses that to her advantage, shifting just enough along the kit isnd so that the teapot is no longer directly between them. She makes it look as casual, realistid anic as she possibly , but the e is the same… she once agaionks’ head bobbing up and down on his cock.

  Meanwhile, the younger Auror is going to town on his dick. She’s keeping o a minimum of course, but she’s really pulling out all the stops to try a Harry’s attention. It’s like she doesn’t even care if they wind up blowing their cover, so long as it’s his fault. Her tongue elongates, her lips su down, and she uses every trick she think of to really drive him wild.

  Unfortunately for her, Harry is in plete trol of himself, just like always. P himself a cup of tea as well and preparing it to his liking, Harry raises an eyebrow at Hestia as he takes a sip, pretending not to notice her increasing number of furtive gnces down at his crotd Tonks’ head.

  “So, Hestia. What has you up so te at night?”

  Tearing her eyes off of the exhibitionistic dispy and trying not to give away just how turned on she is, Hestia takes a rge gulp of tea to pose herself before answering.

  “I’m… I suppose my mind is too active for such things. I uand that Madam Bones couldn’t tell us everything about what’s going ht now, but the rumor mill is in full force all the same and I ’t help the way it has my thoughts all in a whirl.”

  Here, Hestia gives Harry a cheeky grin.

  “Don’t suppose you could tell me anything, eh Harry?”

  It’s obvious she doesn’t expect him to know much. Or at the very least, she expects him to deny, deny, deny. What a silly assumption. Amelia didn’t even bother telling him to keep his mouth shut.

  “My godfather Sirius Bck who escaped from Azkaban Prison st year was never given a trial. Turns out that several high-pced members of the Ministry were involved in that miscarriage of justice, most notably Minister elius Fudge who tried to have Sirius given the Dementor’s Kiss st year to hide his shame. Director Bones needs me kept safe because I know for a fact that Sirius isn’t guilty of the things he was tossed in Azkaban and fotten over. Mostly because I met Peter Pettigrew myself st year and heard him fess in his own words how he betrayed my parents and blew up that street of muggles to pin it all on Sirius.”

  The kit falls silent when Harry is done speaking, even as he takes a nont sip of his tea. Even Tonks, who knows some of what Harry just said, has goill again down on her k his feet. Hestia, meanwhile, is staring at him sck jawed and wide-eyed and seems to have pletely fotten about her voyeurism for the moment. Instead, she’s growing increasingly pale as she takes ihing Harry just told her.

  “I’m not… ah, I’m n-not sure you were supposed to tell me all of that, H-Harry.”

  Leaning forward and pg his elbows on the ter, Harry smiles at Hestia. It’s not airely nice smile.

  “That depends, Hestia. you be trusted to keep a secret?”

  Hestia’s eyes dart downwards, to the head of multicolored hair that she o longer see since he leaned over Tonks. When she looks back up at him again, Harry lets his smile widen a fra of an inch more in a way that causes her to jolt in realization. He knows that she knows. And now she knows that he knows that she knows.

  “I… y-yes. O-Of course. I’m not… I swear I will not go around spreading what you’ve t-told me, Harry.”

  Harry hums at that, giving her a nod.

  “I believe you, Hestia. Thank you for letting me unload on you. I suppose all of that was weighing rather heavily on my mind.”

  They both know that’s not really the case. But Hestia doesn’t call him out on it. She doesn’t call him out on any of it. Instead, she quickly finishes her cup of tea, makes her excuses, and flees the kit back to her bedroom at all possible speed. Harry almost hopes she’ll stick around and peep at the door a little bit, but with Kingsley sleeping on the cou that same room, he’s not surprised wheia doesn’t risk it.

  Meanwhile, the moment the kit door swings shut behind the older Auror, Tonks is pushing him away aing up, giving him a mixture of a pout and a half-hearted gre.

  “T-That was way too close, Harry! You ’t just… ugh! What if she’d caught us?”

  Smiling mysteriously, Harry shakes his head.

  “Somehow, I think it all would have worked out okay.”

  Tonks scoffs at that, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Not… not every female Auror is as… as much of a slut as I am, Harry. You ’t just expect them all to fall head over heels for you.”

  Harry’s smile turns into a full blown grin and he raises an eyebrow.

  “Like you did?”

  Tonks sputters, even as Harry moves in and grabs her by the hips, pushing his rock hard cock against her front.

  “We’re not done here yet, Nymphadora.”

  She stiffens at the use of her first name, but also ’t help squirming in anticipation.

  “But perhaps we’d better move this to a bedroom before another Auror walks in on us looking for a te night snack.”

  Tonks bites her lower lip… before sheepishly nodding. It’s clear she’s ashamed of herself for even agreeing, but equally clear that she ’t help but want more. After all, they’d been so rudely interrupted. And so the two of them retire to his bedroom, where Tonks finds herself on her back getting fucked again, trying to tain her moans.

  Of course, Harry had ulterior motives for wanting to move to the bedroom. The hallway outside of the room didn’t have a sleeping auror on a cou it, and he’s not at all surprised wheches Hestia watg them within minutes of them going at it. Peeking in on them from the hall, the raven-haired Auror bites her lower lip and fingers herself as she lets her voyeuristidencies get the better of her.

  Harry doesn’t begrudge her that though. So long as she keep his secrets, she watch. Aually, he’ll have her join in on the fun. For now though, it’s just him and Tonks all night long… and he makes sure to put the metamorphmagus through her paces so she doesn’t even have the strength to pin when all is said and done.

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  It takes a week. A week of Harry fug Tonks behind Kingsley’s back with the bck wizard being he wiser. A week of Hestia watg him fuck Tonks with the shapeshifting witch also being he wiser.

  But finally, they get the word from Amelia… she’s finally ing things up and Harry is to be delivered before the Wizengamot as a key witness at a certain time upon a certain day. As fun as the past week has been, Harry will be gd to be able to return to Hogwarts after this. After all, its his current hunting grounds. Besides, he’s made signifit enough progress with both Tonks aia that he thinks he could make a deeper move with both of them soon enough. Tonks before Hestia of course… but perhaps Hestia would like to watch the ritual, voyeur that she is.

  First though… it’s time to end this ond for all.

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