[DanHenceworth]

“No, Harry, they won’t. I put both a Temporal and a Silencio spell on the bed. Unless someone literally sticks their head through your curtains, we can do whatever we want, as loudly as we want and no one will be the wiser.”

“But you shouldn’t even be here,” he said louder than he meant to. He had an increasingly powerful urge to touch the brown-haired girl as she smiled up at him. “This is the boy’s dorm,” he exclaimed, as though that should explain everything.

“Actually, Harry, girls are allowed in the boy’s dorm, just not the other way around. I guess the founders of Hogwarts felt that teenage males couldn’t be trusted to control themselves.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah right. It’s the girls they should have worried about…”

Hermione just continued to smile while she languidly stretched out, the form of her body becoming quite pronounced under the robes. A sweat started to bead on Harry’s forehead, and the desire to reach out for her was growing by the second. Finally, the girl giggled and said, “Take off you clothes Harry, before you burst.”

As much as Harry wanted to resist, he found that he simply didn’t have control of himself. Whenever he tried to stop what he was doing, a profound sense of lust washed over him, growing and wrapping around his mind until he relented again. He was kneeling there naked in only a few short minutes, his heart beating wildly.

“Much better,” said Hermione, caressing him with her eyes, which caught at his groin. “I’d say you’re ready, yes?”

Harry just moaned.

“Oh, alright then,” she relented and opened her robe. She was as naked as he was beneath, and the sight of her, her limbs splayed and open for him, was more than he could stand. With a giggle and a soft whoosh of air, Hermione settled Harry’s body on top of her own, her legs snaking around his buttocks to lock him in.

“I’m really going to enjoy this year,” she whispered happily as she accepted Harry within her.

The next morning, Harry nearly missed his early Charms class. Ron had to literally roll him out of bed before he could muster the energy to get moving.

“What’s up with you,” asked Ron as they finally stomped down into the nearly empty common room and each snagged a piece of toast off a tray that someone had left near the fire. “Even Fred and George are easier to wake up than you were this morning.” The makeshift breakfast was cold and not nearly enough, but Harry thought it would just have to do as he washed it down with some luke-warm water and took his friend by the elbow into the hall and away from Neville and a few other students.

“It was her,” replied Harry in a hushed tone when they were in the clear.

“Hermione?!” Ron spit out her name like a curse.

“Shhh! Yeah, she kept me up half the night.”

“Doin’ what?” He asked stupidly.

“What’d ya think?!” Replied Harry with a little more spite than he meant to. Ron’s eyes grew wide.

“Blimey! Well at least she’s going to be tired too… Right?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “That’s just it, Ron,” he said, in a frustrated tone. “SHE’S fine! It seems this whole magical energy thing is pretty one-sided.”

“Well,” said the other with raised brows, “it’s not entirely one way…”

Harry looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Uh… Well, you do get to, ya know…”

“What?” prodded Harry, still in the dark.

“Well, you get to have sex with Hermione,” continued Ron matter-of-factly.

“Ron!”

“You do! Don’t get all bent at me. There are plenty of blokes who wouldn’t mind bein’ in your shoes you know… Wouldn’t mind at all.”

Harry just groaned and started walking with Ron toward their class.

“Still,” continued the redhead as he followed along. “You better do something, Harry… Before you’re a complete basket case.”

It was halfway through their Defense Against the Dark Arts class before Harry actually came up with that ‘something’. What he needed was an ally. Someone who could help him or at least give him reasonably helpful advice. In that respect, Ron was useless. He had even less luck dating than Harry did. He needed someone on the inside, so to say, and someone he could trust. The other males at Hogwarts were out for obvious reasons, and any girl with any experience would probably be in on it with Hermione. That left the staff. Dumbledore couldn’t be bothered over something so juvenile, and he literally shivered at the thought of confiding in Professor McGonagall on the subject of sex. He was about to give up when he happened to glance at the new list of spells on the blackboard and noticed Tonks. Almost at once, Harry realized she’d be perfect. He knew he could trust her because of her place in the Order of the Phoenix, perhaps even more so because he knew she was a bit of a rebel herself. Even now, as their professor, and above the protests of McGonagall, her hair was a candy cane red slashed with ribbons of purple. And more importantly, she was still young enough that she might have some sympathy for Harry’s dilemma.

He waited until the end of class and told Ron and Hermione that he needed to check with Tonks on something for the DA and to save him a place at lunch. When they were gone, and it was just him and the professor, he came forward and cleared his throat.

“Oh, hi Harry,” exclaimed Tonks happily as she looked up from the thick paperback book she had just buried herself in as she slumped in the soft leather chair behind her desk. “Somethin’ on your mind? I’m afraid the deadline for your report on the use of Gallymander Puffs is firm…”

“Um… no, that’s fine. I… uh…” he stalled. “Tonks, can I talk to you about something, uh,… personal?”

The Auror’s brows raised slightly. “Personal about me, or personal about you?”

“Um, me, I guess.”

“Oh, sure,” she answered looking somewhat relieved.

“Right, well…. I… Is that a Muggle book,” he found himself asking when he got a good look at the odd tome in the girl’s hands. The cover depicted a swooning female with enormous ‘bosoms’ being held passionately by a shirtless, well-muscled male. Tonks looked down at the book and blushed slightly.

“Oh this? It’s Muggle all right. Called a ‘romance novel’. They’re a bit lurid, but great fodder to help learn about Muggle social culture… and frankly quite addicting.” She added the last with a brief worried look that vanished almost as fast as it had appeared. “But I don’t think that’s what you wanted to ask me.”

“Ah, no. Actually, I was, um… kinda wondering if you knew anything about, um… well, sexual charms?”

The young woman’s face brightened at once. “Why, Harry! Are you trying to seduce someone special?”

He immediately blushed and frowned “If only it were that simple…”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”

“Well, suppose someone had put a charm on me…”

“A charm,” she asked, setting the book on her desk. “To do what?”

Harry swallowed and felt a sweat forming on his forehead. “Uh… well, um… to force me to have a lot of sex.”

“Why would they do that,” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, I had a really bad relationship, and there were a lot of girls who wanted to er… and I’m an eight on the Halvard scale…”

“‘oly shit! Did you say you were an EIGHT?!” Tonks had nearly fallen backwards in her chair.

“Yeah…”

“Bargs and Bucklebolts, Harry! An eight… Who would’ve thought.” After a few moments of silence, Harry noticed that she was staring at him, biting her lower lip. Her eyes took on an almost dreamy glossy look, and Harry realized that she was quite distracted by something. He suddenly had a pretty good idea what it might be.

“Uh, Tonks?”

“Hmm? Oh, sorry! Caught me in a a bit of a daydream there. You were saying,” she said, coming around her desk so that she could sit on the front of it, her legs dangling down.

“A charm… of sexual bindery actually. Well, first she used the Petrifcus Totalus spell on me, and that pretty much left me helpless. I fell right over on the bed. Next thing I know, she’s placing candles all around and drawing with chalk…”

“What,” asked Tonks, confused. “Chalk? Who was marking with chalk?”

“Uh, Hermione,” he said somewhat embarrassed.

“Hermione Granger?”

“Is there more than one Hermione here at Hogwarts,” asked Harry perturbed.

“Hmm? No… It’s just that it explains a bit. A bindery charm is Newt level magic, and damn hard to pull off, even for those with loads of er… experience. The fact that she could make it work at all is pretty remarkable. But if anyone could, it’d be her.”

“Well, it works alright. Trust me,” he said blushing again. “So, what I was wondering, was if you knew of some way to break the charm, beyond the normally prescribed method I mean.”

“You mean by having sex with three other women?”

Harry gulped again. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“Sorry Harry. That is indeed the only way to break that particular spell, short of killing her I mean.”

Harry sighed and frowned. “Damn. Well it was worth a try. Thanks Tonks.” He stood to leave when their Defense teacher called out to him.

“Uh, Harry… A moment if you please.”

He turned back around, still mulling over the fact that his next course of action was to pick three more girls with which to court. When he looked up, Tonks was rummaging through one of the shelves at the back of the class, looking for something.

“I know it’s here somewhere,” she said to herself as she clumsily tipped a small red vial off the edge and nearly knocked over the Sneakerscope left over from Professor Moody. The vial shattered on the floor and an acrid cloud of orange smoke slowly drifted along the stone flooring. Tonks didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Ah! here it is,” she exclaimed as she brought forth a very well worn book with a bright blue leather cover and a locking clasp. She pointed her wand at the lock and uttered, “Alohomora!” At once, the clasp fell open and she turned to the index. “Yes. Yes, this might be helpful.”

For a moment, he thought that perhaps she had indeed found another way to break the charm. “You found something, Professor?”

“Please, Harry,” she said without looking up from the page. “Just ‘Tonks’ when class isn’t in session. You and I both know the title is somewhat honorary. If you mean about your charm then, no. Oh, it’s in here, to be sure, but she picked a good one, Miss Granger did. Not sure exactly where she found it, but we both know how resourceful she can be. No, I’m afraid you’re in it for the long haul, Harry.”

“Oh. But then what good will that book be? What is it?”

“It’s a book of sexual spells and charms. The complete compendium actually,” she answered tonelessly.

Harry was shocked. “I had no idea such a book even existed.”

“Not many do. It’d be complete chaos if Fred and George Weasley even got their hands on it, which is why it’s locked in here and not the library… even the restricted section. I want you to borrow it.”

“Me?” said Harry, stunned. “What in the world would I do with it?”

Tonks looked up and blinked. “Really Harry. Even you can’t be that naive? While the use of the Venus Charm is not strictly forbidden, forcing you to have sex in order to complete the charm is clearly an abuse of her art, and Miss Granger knows it. She needs to be taught a lesson, and I’m going to help you do it.”

“You are?” He asked confused and delighted at the same time.

“Of course! That’s why you’re really here, isn’t it? To ask for my aid? Not some silly excuse about breaking the charm.”

Harry laughed. “Sometimes I forget you’re an Auror.”