The Office : A Harry and Tonks Story Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

The Office : A Harry and Tonks Story

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Only suitable for people over 18 years of age. Fanfiction/Sex Story

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Chapter One

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Tonks was exhausted. She had just come back from a raid on one of the suspected Death-eater hide outs, only to find that it was yet another trap, the second one this week. Death-eater activity seemed to have multiplied in the last few months; they were making a lot of high profile attackings, sending the Dark Mark in the sky every chance they got, as if encouraging the aurors to chase them. This slowly became a regular occurrence, maybe on average, every four or five days, and they were working the aurors to the ground. It started to seem like they were doing it as a distraction, probably to camouflage the real activities, the real schemes behind Lord Voldemort's plans, and they were becoming quite desperate, sending at least a few aurors to the alleged hide outs, just to confirm that they were once again, acting on unreliable information.

She trudged down the aisles between the rows of desks, giving half-hearted waves in reply to a few of the lucky ones assigned with desk jobs, the irony was a little too much to bear right now, she remembered looking up from her desk a couple of years ago, admiring all the battle scarred aurors coming back from the field, talking in codes or whispering about top secret information. She took one last look at the cozy rows lined up in the main room, and then sighed as she opened the door to her office. She had recently been promoted, and if it weren't for the fact that she didn't want to hurt Kingsley's feelings, she would have requested a return to a desk job position.

She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, closing her eyes as she thought about having a long, much deserved bath when she got home. But her bad day seemed to take a turn, as she opened her eyes in surprise when she heard a very familiar voice call out from the direction of her desk. Sat there in her chair was Harry, a small sympathetic smile on his face as he gave her a little wave. Tonks smiled, probably for the first time that day, and her hair tended to portray her emotions, as her dark wavy red hair brightened up a little as she grinned at him. They had had a secret relationship for a couple of months now; it was frowned upon to date co-workers within the same department, so they decided to keep it to evening rendezvous' at each other's apartments and the occasional office quickie. It was a little less romantic, but Tonks was a very sexual person, much to Harry's delight. She could already feel the tingling sensation between her thighs.

The two of them had a connection, and neither of them ever bothered with the pleasantries of "How are you"s and "What are you doing here?"s. Tonks walked over to him and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rested her head against his chest. She let out a contented sigh as Harry gently kissed her head and started rubbing her back.

"Long day?" Tonks nodded against him as Harry pulled her closer. The little things he did was what she liked the most about Harry, the way he wrapped his arms around her when she needed it the most, the way he always offered to make her a cup of tea whenever she wanted to rest, and especially the way those green eyes looked at her with genuine concern whenever she was feeling down. She felt very lucky to have someone in her life like Harry; he was kind, sweet, and caring, and he had a way of making her feel like the most special person in the world. They both sat there quietly for a few minutes just enjoying each others warmth, until Tonks looked up into Harry's face.

"Did I leave my knickers at your apartment last ni . . . ?" She paused for a second and gave out a small sigh.

"Harry."Her voice turned a little stern when she said this, and he couldn't help but look a little shifty as he avoided her eyes. She held back a smile as quietly said,

"Harry, that had better be your wand . . . ." She wiggled her bum a little as she watched Harry close his eyes and groan, a faint blush rising in his cheeks. He quickly cleared his throat, and looked back at her.

"Err . . . . yes . . . of . . . . . of course it is . . . . ." Tonks gently shook her head as she smiled up at him, playfully scolding him like he was a small boy.

"What am I going to do with you . . . . ?" He felt embarrassed, almost ashamed, he knew there was a time and a place for things like this, and this wasn't it. He was about to apologize to her, but he quickly pushed aside those guilty feelings when she shifted one of her legs over him and straddled his lap.

"You couldn't wait till tonight could you . . . . . ?" She gave him a small smile and bent down to kiss him as she started to rub her hips up and down against his manhood, purring, moaning as she stuck her tongue in his mouth. Harry was a little relieved that she was in the mood, he liked the fact that it was always her that initiated these things. He was too shy to try and be the one to act first, the last thing he wanted was for her to say no, not right now, or something like that, and although it shouldn't be a big deal, he had trouble facing rejection, he had hated it ever since his childhood. And no matter how confident he seemed when it came to his job, he was still the stuttering, nervous boy fresh out of auror training when it came to Tonks. Having a sexual relationship with an older woman had a tendency to do that; it was always them that had control over the relationship, they were like their toy boy's, and Harry was more than happy to fill that role.

"Mmmmm . . . . . Do you like that Harry . . . . ?" Tonks continued to tease Harry with her hips, rubbing her femininity slowly up and down his trousers. She was about to slide her hand down his pants, when all of a sudden there was a loud knock at the door.

"Bugger . . . !" Tonks quickly jumped off the chair and looked towards the door; she thought about not answering it, but there wasn't much chance that whoever it was was going to go away since everyone saw her walk in a few minutes ago. She looked back down at Harry and with some quick thinking, grabbed his robes and threw him under the desk.

"Tonks? Can I come in? I need you to verify the reports on today's raid . . . . ." The door handle slowly turned as she quickly sat on the chair and straightened out her robes, running her fingers through her hair and letting out a small irritated sigh as she watched Kingsley Shacklebolt walk in. He was looking down at the reports as he made his way across the room, only looking up when he was standing in front of her desk.

"I need you to confirm the events that took place in Devon today, just read them throughand sign your approval . . . . ." The head auror held out the reports to her and noticed that she seemed a little flustered. He was going to ask her if she was feeling OK, when he noticed her nipples prominently poking through her robes. Kingsley quickly looked back up to her face, he had dignity, and he also had a lot of respect for women, especially for this one, and he wasn't going to lower himself to the same level of all the other drooling male workers of this department. She was a very shapely woman, those robes were a little too tight for her voluptuous figure, and were certainly a little too inappropriate for the work place, but nobody was complaining. Heck, even some of the female aurors looked at her appreciatively.

"Sure . . . Kingsley . . . . I'll have them back to you in no time . . . ." She was a about to take the reports from him when all of a sudden she froze, eyes widening a bit as she felt a gust of cold air rush up her thighs . . . . . . . .

"Are you OK?" The head auror was looking down at his second in command with a frown, a little concerned at the way she suddenly became very still.

"Yeah . . . . . . yeah, I'm OK, Shak . . . . . . . nothing to worry about . . . ." She then started to squirm in her chair, quickly reaching down beneath the desk to, what seemed like to him, swat something away. Kingsley Shacklebolt was a little confused as to why she was acting like this, what could possibly be under there?

Harry couldn't believe his own daringness. He had sat there beneath the desk, listening to her talking to her boss, all the while admiring the view in front of him, liking how her robes parted just a little to expose one of her slender legs. He was thinking to himself, if he just lifted her robes just a little, he would be able to see what knickers she was wearing today, when all of a sudden his heart started beating as a rather dirty thought crossed his mind. This was Tonks after all, she was the one who had shown him the excitement of having sex in public places, the thrill of knowing that anyone could easily walk in on them, and he could still vividly remember his first sexual encounter in her office. His breathing was a little labored as he slowly reached out, his fingers trembling as he gently lifted her robes up to her knees, only to feel her tense up and quickly reach down and push his hand away. But it wasn't a real push, it was a half-hearted attempt, and Harry had the feeling that she wasn't entirely discomfited with the idea.

He could hear her say something to Kingsley, but he wasn't listening, he gathered his courage again and slowly reached out, taking his time to give her a chance to stop him. He lifted the hem of her robes up her shins . . . . . up towards her knees . . . . . . and finally pushing them back up her thighs. . . . . . Harry was definitely finding it hard to breathe. She wasn't stopping him. And there it was, between her thighs was the front of her light blue knickers, a cute, tiny little red ribbon knitted in at the top. He liked those knickers. Well, his favorites were those red, lacy thongs she sometimes wears, but he found these just as sexy. Especially under the circumstances. He tried to take a deep breath, but it only came out in shaky gasps, he knew he should take a minute to calm himself down, to tell himself to relax first, but he didn't want to stop. Every second was precious to him, and he was a knicker away from seeing Tonks up close. He was positively dizzy, but a small part of his mind was crystal clear as to what he wanted to do. He slowly reached out towards her knickers, and started to lightly stroke his index finger up and down the small crevice, the entrance to her femininity, loving the way he heard her whimper very quietly as he rubbed her. Even through the material of her knickers, she felt so warm beneath his touch, and Harry was definitely feeling the strain of his throbbing manhood against his trousers.

A few moments back, Tonks felt a small gust of cold air rush up her legs as she felt a pair of hands push her robes up. Her heart stopped. Was her going to do what she thought he was going to do? Yes. Harry continued to push her robes up her legs as she squirmed, and she could feel the blood rising to her cheeks. She quickly reached down and slapped his hand away, but a small part of her didn't want him to stop. The thought of what he was going to do was arousing her.

"OK . . . . If you're sure . . . . . . but if you are feeling a little ill, take the rest of the evening off. I have plenty of people who can cover for you." Kingsley said, still looking at her with concern.

"No . . . . . no . . . . don't worry about it. I'm . . . . . I'm just a little tired . . . . I'll go straight home when I've finished these and a few others reports . . . . . ." She could feel Harry's hands lifting up her robes again as she eventually took the reports her superior was still holding out. She looked up at him with a nervous smile, trying her best to act normal, reassure him that everything was OK. Kingsley didn't look convinced, but he seemed to have let it go. He knew how hard it was to convince Tonks that she needed to take a break every now and again; she was always so enthusiastic about her work, although not so much lately.

"Alright then. I'll leave you to it." Tonks looked on in relief as Kingsley turned around and walked towards the door; she was going to shout at Harry for doing such a thing . . . . . . or . . . . . maybe . . . . . no, she was going to shout at him. But you did like it . . . . . said a voice in her head, as she closed her eyes and let out soft moan, she felt Harry's fingers rub her up and down, and apply a little pressure onto her hardened snub. She couldn't help but open her thighs just a little and lean back in her chair, pushing her hips into his hand, encouraging him to carry on. She felt herself becoming wet. She slowly reached up and started to squeeze her nipples with her fingers through her robes, when a pretty blonde woman, Alison, her personal assistant walked in.

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to be continued . . .

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