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Evening the Odds: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2025-07-02 03:09:44 +0000 UTCChapter 7
On the Way to School
“That portrait by the door is kind of impressive,” I said. “Even without a mouth she still manages to raise a fuss.”
Tonks pulled me through the doorway into her room. By Grimmauld Place’s standards it was pretty cheerful, meaning nothing inside of it looked like it could kill or mutilate me. Tonks had followed through on what she promised after our carnal session in the attic, moving Phineas’ cumstained portrait into her room just waiting for the bigoted echo to come back and discover my semen all over his domain.
“You wouldn’t say that if you ever had to listen to Aunt Walburga scream about Muggle-borns and blood traitors all day long,” Tonks said. “I don’t know how she lost her mouth, but I’d give every Galleon I’ve saved up to whoever did it. They deserve that and more. We all thought that portrait was indestructible, stuck up there with whatever charms she used and resistant to every spell you can imagine.”
Portraits were echoes of witches and wizards who used to be alive. I learned that from Hermione. They shared personalities, voices, and appearances with the one they were modeled after, but they weren’t exactly sentient. Walburga must’ve used everything money can buy to ensure her portrait would last forever… until her personality screwed her over and she yelled at the goddess of magic. It had only taken a wave of Hecate’s hand to strip the portrait’s mouth straight out of existence.
“Speaking of portraits, has Phineas been back?” I asked.
“Unfortunately, no.” Tonks sighed. “I was really hoping to get a little revenge on him, watching his shocked face at what he came back to. I think he’s hiding out at Hogwarts.”
“He’s got another portrait there?”
“In the headmaster’s office. All the former headmasters get them.”
Tonks wrung her hands. Neither of us were hurt, despite the fight we’d gone through that evening. I healed the one little cut I ended up with, and Tonks hadn’t been hit with any spells. The most she would have was a bruise from the one kick she took.
“Phineas used to go back and forth a lot more,” Tonks said. “Dumbledore would make him take messages to Sirius—”
She’d been trying to fill the silence, but she stopped abruptly.
“Sirius? Is that someone else in the order?”
“He was,” Tonks said. “My cousin. The only decent one.”
I rubbed her back. The way she looked at me, I knew she was done talking.
“Just c’mere already,” Tonks said.
I kissed her. She turned her body so that she was facing me properly. My arms wrapped around her back while hers reached up to my neck. She wasn’t desperate or out of her mind like she’d been after ingesting the Black’s potion. This time, Tonks was kissing me because she wanted to, not because she had to.
I was still in the habit of wearing regular clothes. Tonks’ hands moved down from my neck, sliding over my sides to tug on the bottom of my shirt. I lifted my arms and helped her get the fabric out of the way.
When I stood shirtless, Tonks put her mouth on my nipples. She barely had to bend down to do it because of the height difference. Her hair changed shades of pink, bouncing between bubblegum and a darker shade, giving away her excitement.
I ran my hands around the base of her neck, feeling out the structure of the red robes she was wearing. They weren’t like any clothes I was used to, so it took me a few seconds to figure out how to loosen them. Tonks bit one of my nipples and tugged it. I hissed out a breath and pulled her robes open, loosening them so that they fell from her body. She pushed her weight into me and I took the hint, falling onto her bed.
Tonks’s body perfectly filled out her cute matching panties and bra. I scooted back and pulled my legs onto the bed while Tonks crawled after me. She popped the button on my pants, pulled the zipper down, and dragged off the last of my clothes.
When I was naked, she cupped her hands around the base of my penis. “Last time didn’t count,” she said. “I wasn’t in my right mind. So this time, I want to show off all my skills.”
She puckered her lips and laid them on the top of my dick. Her tongue slid out between them, sliding around the head of my cock. It took me three rotations to notice that it was growing.
Tonks’ slimy tongue got longer and reached more of my shaft. Soon the tip of her tongue was halfway down me, multiple inches long. She managed a few more licks before her tongue shot back into her mouth like a tape measure.
“Bleh,” Tonks said, sticking her now-normal-sized tongue out and flicking it around. “It’s hard to control it when it gets too big.”
She quickly proved that wasn’t the only trick she had up her sleeve. Tonks was kneeling between my legs, her palms on my thighs, bobbing her head along my cock. Her eyes were narrowed with concentration. Inside her mouth, things started to happen.
For one thing she loosened her throat, expanding it enough for my cock to easily pass inside. Or maybe she just eliminated her gag reflex, one of the two. Then, when she had my shaft in her mouth, her tongue started to spasm again.
Because it didn’t get as big as before Tonks retained control. Her tongue did things I’d never experienced before, even with goddesses. It was like a sentient wet snake was squirming against me. Not the most enticing sales pitch, I know, but believe me— it felt incredible.
“Tonks,” I moaned. I was usually pretty quiet in bed, but even I’ve got limits.
Tonks was really feeling it. She narrowed her body, minimizing her assets until her underwear was hanging loosely on her body, and unhooked her bra while sucking me off. Her panties slid down to her knees. As soon as her underwear was out of position, her hips, ass, and breasts all came back. The control she had over her form was insane. She never stopped sucking me off.
Her generous breasts started bouncing without her bra to hold them still. When she put her lips against the base of my shaft, Tonks wiggled her head side to side, rubbing the ribs of her throat against me. My hands reached for her head, reflexively trying to hold her down. I caught myself and stopped them. Tonks grabbed my wrists and made them finish the trip, planting them on her pink hair. Her elfishly cute face looked straight at me. I can take it. You didn’t have to be particularly sensitive to understand this message.
Holding Tonks' head still, I started to move my hips on the bed.
There wasn’t enough leverage for me to go in with full thrusts, but the give of the mattress let me pull a few inches back and drive upward. With a cock the width of mine, Tonks gagged raucously. No matter how much abuse her throat took, she never cried. She even looked excited.
The speed that let me tear through multiple Death Eaters that same night found a new purpose breaking in Tonks’s throat. The bed creaked beneath us as I thrusted repeatedly into her, her head held still by my hands. Tonks stopped using her hands to hold herself up and started masturbating, getting wet from the feeling of me in her mouth. Her tongue was still shifting in shape and size, giving my manhood some sloppy loving. Her left eye twitched as I growled and let loose.
It was the second time Tonks got to drink a full force orgasm of mine. She was free to relish the taste this time around without a potion threatening to kill her. I don’t know if it was another Metamorphmagus trick that I couldn't see, but she didn’t spill a single drop.
When I let go of Tonks and she removed her head from my tip, her hair changed colors as she caught her breath.
“Wicked,” Tonks said happily, her hair jumping from magenta to lime-green.
Juices from her pussy were dripping off her knuckles, having climaxed around the time that I did. I grabbed her hips and hefted her up, flipping us around. Soon she was on her back on the bed, and I was kneeling next to her, holding her legs up.
I picked her panties off, pulling them over her ankles and setting them aside. Tonks split her legs, inviting me to slide between them, which I did, my body landing on top of hers.
“If I didn’t know better… I’d think you were the metamorphmagus with a thing that big,” Tonks said.
My dick was resting against her crotch, reaching most of the way to her bellybutton. I moved my hips to slide my tip down her body and press it onto her entrance. As my tip pressured her quim, Tonks put her hands on my cheeks.
“Since I had to explain what a spell was to you, I get the feeling you don’t know much about potions,” she said. “They can do almost everything you imagine. Some are even the best contraceptive out there.”
She stretched her neck to get her face closer to mine.
“I took one tonight,” she said. “So do whatever you want.”
My first thrust made her shriek with pleasure.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
My body pounded hers. Now that I was on top, I could swing my hips and thrust as hard as I wanted. Tonks trembled underneath me. Her breasts were bouncing and she was squinting from the pleasure.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The collisions got stronger and faster. Her body started to slide forward along the bed, so I grabbed her shoulders to keep her from moving. Tonks grew her breasts up to d-cups, inviting me to sink my teeth into them. I wasn’t going to refuse.
“Fuck! Merlin! Are you even human?” Tonks moaned.
My mouth was too full of her breasts to say, ‘Half.’
I bit her nipple and tugged up with my head, stretching her flesh. Tonks’s hair was changing colors even faster and more randomly. Some were ordinary colors like brown and auburn, but others were more out there, like a shade of yellow as bright as a highlighter.
I’d seen the incredible things that magic could do, so I didn’t doubt this potion she spoke of for a second. I fucked Tonks until I climaxed and flooded her pussy without thinking twice.
My spunk flowing into her made her whole body quake. She orgasmed and moaned, gasping for breath. While her pussy was still twitching from her climax I flipped her onto her stomach.
With Tonks laying prone, I fucked her from behind. The position let me get as deep inside of her as doggystyle would. I put my palms on the back of her hands and slid my fingers between hers, fucking her from above.
“Fu-uu-uck,” Tonks groaned, her words jolting from my thrusts.
To keep up with the powerful collisions of our nether regions, Tonks increased the volume of her ass. The cheeks got thicker like airbags, shaking violently and turning red as my body hit them. I moaned too as Tonks’ pussy got twice as tight in an instant, compressing on my dick. I never realized how amazing a shapeshifter could be in bed.
“Do-on’t stop,” Tonks groaned. “Fuck me Percy. Let it all out.”
I did exactly what she asked. Tonks’ room didn’t have a window, so it was hard to keep track of time, but it might have been hours that we fucked. Every time Tonks got sore we switched positions. At one point she was on her side with her leg sticking in the air. Not long after she was pinned to the wall, like she had been in the attic, while I thrusted into her. She let me catch my breath by climbing on top for a while. You won’t believe how mesmerizing reverse-cowgirl can be with a partner whose curvy ass changes shape in front of your eyes.
By chance, we ended the night in the same position we started it in. With my body on top of Tonks, I gave a few powerful but slow thrusts, my hips aching after spending half the night in motion. Tonks shuddered underneath me. Her pussy had been fed until it was drowning in semen, but a few orgasms had still been delivered onto her body, leaving her breasts speckled with my marks. Tonks pulled me down and kissed me as I let loose a last orgasm, pouring cum into her pussy one last time.
We lay there with me inside of her, our tongues wrapped together, until I finally rolled off of her. Somewhere downstairs, Walburga’s portrait was screaming wordlessly, woken and kept awake by Tonks’ raucous moans.
O-O-O
“Thank you so much for coming,” Mrs. Weasley said. “I can’t express how much safer I feel having a real Auror traveling with us. Without you here, I would’ve been looking over my shoulder all afternoon!”
“Right,” Tonks said. She cleared her throat, glancing at me, before forcing herself to smile at Molly. “Don’t mention it. That’s why Dumbledore sent me.”
It was finally the day. We’d gathered all our school things and headed to King’s Cross Station. Tonks met us in the parking lot as security on our way to the platform.
“You’d have been fine without me though,” Tonks said. “It’s just a precaution, honestly.”
She was still looking at me, that night in Brighton fresh in her mind. We hadn’t been able to see each other since the night we spent together, something that I got the feeling we both regretted.
“Nonsense,” Mr. Weasley said. “Security should never be underestimated these days. Frankly, I thought there’d be more guards.”
He was looking around inquisitively, trying to see if there were any more Aurors in hiding. From the sound of things, Dumbledore had arranged their protection detail, and with Tonks’s report about me in mind, kept it sparse.
“Let’s get inside already,” Ginny complained. “The Muggles are giving us weird looks and I’m sick of it.”
We pulled our suitcases (trunks, as the others called them) through King’s Cross. Everyone kept telling me to look out for Platform Nine-and-three-quarters. Nothing prepared me for how literal that was.
I watched Ron walk straight through a solid pillar and tightened my grip on my suitcase. I’d done crazier things, sure, but there’s something uniquely stupid-feeling about walking straight at a regular old wall and refusing to stop.
Just like Ron, I passed through. The others followed me. Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters was surprisingly subdued. Despite having plenty of people most of them were doing their best to stay quiet. It got a little louder when Harry came through, closely following Tonks.
“Never seen it this quiet,” Tonks said. “Merlin, this is sad.”
“People are scared,” Hermione said.
Just like Diagon Alley, I got the feeling I was seeing an echo of what the Wizarding World was supposed to be like. It reminded me of walking the empty streets of Olympus during the Second Titan War.
“Alright, kids! Let’s get you onboard!” Mrs. Weasley said. Even her enthusiasm sounded forced.
They ushered us to the edge of the platform. I said a quick goodbye to the Weasley parents, thanking them for their hospitality. Mrs. Weasley gave me a spine-spraining hug. While she moved on to her own kids and Harry and Hermione (who were basically adoptive Weasleys at this point) I turned to Tonks.
“Doesn’t look like I’ll be sneaking out to go on Death Eater raids anytime soon,” I said. “So I guess I’ll see you in a few months?”
“Don’t be so sure,” Tonks said.
She hugged me, which got us a few surprised looks. Although the others couldn’t see it, she even nibbled my earlobe. When Tonks let go of me she winked and stepped back, leaving me to climb onto the train.
I joined Ginny who’d gotten her goodbyes over with the fastest.
“I didn’t know you and Tonks were so close,” she said suspiciously.
“We met through Dumbledore,” I said. “I guess we just got along fast.”
Poisonous aphrodisiacs and dangerous late-night missions were good icebreakers.
The other three soon joined us in the corridor. “Mum usually can’t bear to let us go,” Ron said. “This time she shoved us on the train as fast as she could.”
“You can’t blame her for being scared,” Hermione said. “The train is the safest place to be right now.”
“Why?” I asked.
Ron lowered his voice. “See them?”
I looked where he was pointed and saw Draco Malfoy accompanied by two girls, one with short dark hair and the other with long blond braids, entering a different car. Narcissa Malfoy was standing nearby with a group of wizards and witches that looked like they spent too much time in front of a mirror.
“Pureblood Slytherins,” Ron said. “The kids are bigots because they were raised by Death Eaters. They’re all right gits. But only they can get on the train.”
“And it’s better to deal with gits than the Death Eaters who raised them that way,” I summarized. “Got it.”
Ron gave me a funny look.
“Was I wrong?” I asked.
“Nah, mate,” he said. “Git just sounds wrong in your accent.”
“Let’s find a compartment already,” Harry said.
The tense atmosphere on the platform and the attention on him had left him irritable.
“We can’t, Harry,” Hermione said gently. “Ron and I are prefects, remember? We’ve got to go patrol.”
“Oh. Right.” Harry looked a little embarrassed. “Almost forgot that. Ginny—”
“I’m going to go find Dean,” Ginny chirped. “See you later!”
She pulled her suitcase down the train hallway. Harry watched her go looking slightly dazed, seeing those he was used to sitting with disappear around him in record time.
I patted his shoulder. “Cheer up. I’m not going anywhere.”
As he nodded, I caught a grateful glimmer in his eyes.
Unfortunately, despite walking the length of the train, I guess we were pretty late. Chatting with Tonks in the parking lot had set us back. By the time we were looking for one, there wasn’t an empty compartment on the whole train.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“Dean and Seamus must have a compartment somewhere,” Harry said. “Seamus and Parvati are probably there as well. That wouldn’t be too bad.”
I didn’t know those people, but I remembered Dean was Ginny’s current boyfriend. Considering Harry’s reaction when she left to meet up with him, I was willing to guess that he had a small crush. I could tell he didn’t want to sit in that cabin even if he was the one who suggested it.
By chance, through the window into one of the compartments next to us. There were only two people inside, and one of them I’d seen before.
“Hey, Harry. Do you trust me?”
“We’ve only known each other for a month,” Harry said. “Trust you how—”
I slid the door open. When the girls inside saw us, they did a double-take (mostly because of Harry).
“Mind if we sit here?” I asked. “You’ve got space to spare, and none of the other compartments are free.”
“Who the hell are you?” said a pale girl with coffee-colored hair.
“Percy!” I said. “And this is Harry.”
Both of the occupants looked at me like I was crazy as I jabbed a finger over my shoulder, ‘introducing’ them to the most famous wizard at Hogwarts.
Harry grabbed the back of my collar and bent forward, whispering in my ear.
“Percy, these are Slytherins,” he whispered.
“I know,” I said.
The brown-haired girl was a stranger to me. So was the blond sitting across from her, but I’d at least seen the blond. She was at Draco Malfoy’s side when they boarded the train. She was really pretty, her blond hair hanging down to her waist. She had been reading when we entered, and she’d already gone back to her book.
“Stay,” she said dismissively.
With the all-clear, I dropped onto the other end of the cushioned bench that the blond was sitting on.
“Are you crazy, Daphne?” hissed the brown-haired girl. “We can’t be seen—”
Daphne turned a page. “Calm down, Tracey.”
The other girl — Tracey — listened. She shut her mouth with a click in an impressive show of self-control. Harry was torn between facing such an awkward atmosphere and abandoning me to search for somewhere else on his own. He chose to sit down, placing himself as far away from Tracey as possible by hugging the wall.
“So you two are Slytherins?” I said.
Tracey nodded silently. Daphne didn’t even look up.
“What’s that like?”
Tracey shrugged. Still nothing from Daphne.
“I hear they don’t like Muggle-borns much there,” I said. “How do you deal with that, Tracey?”
Tracey jerked back like I’d slapped her cheek. Daphne's neck twisted as she stared at me, her pretty blue eyes widening.
“I am not a Mudblood!” Tracey yelled, rising to her feet.
“Don’t use that word,” Harry said darkly.
“You come in here for no reason, insult me, and now you want to police what I say?” Tracey said. “You’re insufferable—”
“How did you know?” Daphne asked.
Tracey spun to her friend. “Help me deny it!”
Daphne stayed calm. “Have you ever met him before, Tracey? Because if not, he has just figured you out in thirty seconds. We must know how.”
Harry looked lost. I didn’t expect this to be such a big deal, but I shrugged and answered Daphne’s original question.
“You said hell,” I said. “Wizards usually use ‘Merlin’s name’ or something like that. I thought it was strange. So I guessed and your reaction told me the rest.”
“Fuck,” Tracey whispered. “I got in the habit of talking like Dad over summer. What a stupid mistake.”
“You’re actually a Muggle-born?” Harry asked. “Really?”
“Half-blood. Like you,” Tracey said. She dropped back into her seat with crossed arms. “Not that the difference matters these days. If you breathe a word of this to anyone at Hogwarts, I’ll poison you so bad even a Bezoar won’t be able to save you.”
“It’s brave to hang around with Draco Malfoy if you're not a pureblood,” I said. Technically I hadn’t seen Tracey doing it, but Daphne clearly boarded the train next to the arrogant blond, and she and Tracey seemed as close as friends could be.
“Quite the opposite,” Daphne said. “Avoiding the most influential Slytherin in our year would only make Tracey stand out. No one is easier to ostracize than an outcast.”
“Just stop talking to them.” Tracey’s expression was sour and strained. “We already said more than we should have. If we’re quiet, they’ll have to be too.”
Daphne glanced at her friend briefly, then returned to her book. Harry joined in on the oppressive mood by getting quiet and broody. As the train rattled toward Hogwarts, the countryside passing by, his face got grim. Nobody was willing to talk, and the few conversations I tried to start died quickly.
I sighed dramatically. I sifted through my school stuff, but none of it was interesting. I pulled out my wand and asked if anyone would teach me a spell, but they all seemed to think I was making fun of them. Eventually I started bouncing my leg and humming. Daphne’s eye twitched.
“Stop that!” she said suddenly.
“Sorry.” I put my legs by my sides. “It’s the ADD. I’m not good at doing nothing.”
“By all means, go for a walk then,” Daphne said.
She’d been completely unflappable before, but my fidgeting was interrupting her reading. She’d been stuck skimming the same page for the last thirty seconds. Just as she turned it and reached a new one, the door slid open.
“What is it now?” Daphne snapped, whipping her head up.
A third year already wearing their Hufflepuff robes flinched.
“H-Harry Potter, right?” he asked.
“Yes?” Harry said.
“A professor is looking for you.”
“Which one?” Harry asked.
“I-It’s Professor Slughorn.”
Harry frowned. He stood up and organized his things.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said to me. “This shouldn’t take long.”
The student looked over, and when he spotted me his eyes grew.
“Are you Percy Jackson?” he asked. “And you’re Daphne Greengrass, yes? And Tracey Davis?”
“That’s right,” I said.
“You’re all on the list then,” the student said. “Professor Slughorn wants all of you.”
“For what?” Tracey asked more aggressively than was necessary.
The younger student took another step back.
“L-Lunch,” he stuttered.
