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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Nymphadora_Tonks/Bill_Weasley, Hermione_Granger/Nymphadora_Tonks/Bill
      Weasley
  Character:
      Bill_Weasley, Nymphadora_Tonks, Hermione_Granger
  Additional Tags:
      Hermione_is_16, Legal_by_UK_law_but_maybe_not_your_local_laws, Dirty
      Talk, Threesome_-_F/F/M, Oral_Sex, First_Time, set_during_OotP
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-17 Words: 3673
****** An Impasse ******
by Inell
Summary
     Hermione is working on a personal research project and has reached an
     impasse. Fortunately, Tonks and Bill volunteer to be research
     associates.
Notes
     Based on a prompt to celebrate my 15th anniversary of writing fanfic
     this weekend!
There’s only so far that books and research can go. Hermione’s reached the
proverbial brick wall, and she isn’t sure the best way to proceed. In her
normal research, she would move on to experimentation, if required, or she
would be ready to formulate her conclusion. This topic isn’t necessarily
normal, however, so she is at an impasse of sorts. She’s sixteen, so she’s an
adequate age, if only just legal according to Muggle laws that should be used
to protect those younger or more naïve. Unfortunately, she’s not exactly old
enough to be considered a consenting partner by Wizarding law, but, really,
she’s found it’s best to ignore rules that don’t necessarily apply to her
anyway.
The age isn’t necessarily a factor then. The place isn’t either. Since Mr.
Weasley’s accident, she’s been able to get out of going skiing, and she’s
spending the holiday at Grimmauld Place. There are numerous other people in and
out all the time, and she’s certain she could find someone that would be
interested in her experiments. Of course, she knows that logically that there
must be someone, but that doesn’t make her suddenly brave enough to approach
anyone to ask. She might be a Gryffindor, but there are limits to her courage,
apparently. Give her a dark night, an escaped convict, a werewolf, and a time
turner, and she’s able to handle it easily. Give her a collection of people and
a desire to finish a research project about sex and she’s ready to hide her
head under a pillow.
“Wotcher, Hermione.” Tonks’ cheery greeting interrupts her decision making. “I
was wondering where you’d snuck off to.”
“Good evening, Tonks.” Hermione smiles because she rather likes the bold and
confident young auror, even if they don’t have very much in common. “I wasn’t
sneaking. I just found a quiet place to read.”
“Quiet around here must not be that common.” Tonks sits down and reaches for
Hermione’s book. She’s so used to everyone ignoring books that she doesn’t have
time to snatch it back before Tonks is reading the cover. Her eye brows go up
and her hair turns a bright shade of magenta. “’The Good Girls Guide to
Orgasms’ isn’t on the Hogwarts reading list now, is it?”
“Of course not.” Hermione feels warmth flooding through her cheeks and neck as
she grabs the book from Tonks. “I was merely doing independent research this
term.”
Tonks blinks at her. “Independent research about orgasms?”
“Yes. I mean no. Not like that.” Hermione feels flustered with Tonks staring at
her and looking more curious than judgmental. “I’ve been researching sex.”
“It’s just the two of us, love. You don’t have to whisper that last word as if
it’s You-Know-Who’s name.” Tonks smiles slightly. “You know, if you can’t say
it, you shouldn’t be doing it.”
“I’m not doing it,” Hermione points out. “I’m reading about it. I have
theoretical conclusions drawn, but it’s difficult to know for certain when it’s
all merely hypothetical.”
“Like what?” Tonks leans closer. “I’m glad to hear you’re not just shagging
your way through your classmates, by the way. You’re a bit like a hurricane, I
reckon, and you’d just leave devastation in your wake.”
“I wouldn’t shag my classmates. Most of them are immature children who still
giggle if someone mentions the word breast,” she says dismissively. She isn’t
sure if Tonks’ comparing her to a hurricane is a compliment or not, but she
doesn’t address it. “As for my theories, I just mean about personal links and
dislikes. I can research and decide that I hypothetically like the idea of
having someone lick me, but I might not actually enjoy that in practical
application. That sort of thing.”
“You’ll enjoy it,” Tonks says confidently. “The problem will be finding a bloke
who enjoys doing it. They all want their cocks sucked, but they throw a fit
when you push their face into your cunt. Bunch of sodding wankers. Finding a
bird who’ll lick you is a lot easier, but so many people get focused on body
parts instead of just enjoying what feels good. What about you, Hermione? Are
focused only on body parts?”
Hermione isn’t used to people using that type of language around her. Cocks and
cunts sound much more vulgar and real to her than penis and vagina. It’s making
her feel flushed to have Tonks sitting so close (how did she get so close that
their knees are touching?) and talking in a husky voice about men and women
licking cunts. She clears her throat and fusses with her research notebook. “I,
uh, I’m not sure. Theoretically, I don’t think I mind what the outer package is
because it’s what’s inside that truly matters. However, that’s more about
emotional connection than physical attraction, and those are two highly
different things even if they often are mutually inclusive in a successful
relationship. I know I find men physically attractive, but I’ve thought about
women before and it wasn’t distasteful.”
“You’re delightful.” Tonks grins. “You really get into this research thing,
don’t you? You sound a lot like Billy boy when he’s focused on a project. What
do you think about Bill?”
“Bill?” Hermione thinks about the handsome older Weasley and feels the flush on
her face deepen. “He’s very intelligent.”
“And good-looking, wouldn’t you say?” Tonks squeezes her knee (when did her
hand get on Hermione’s knee?) and leans in. “His hair is soft, and it feels
really good when it’s brushing against your tits while he’s fucking into you.”
“Tonks!” Hermione gapes at her, unable to believe she’s discussing her apparent
sexual relationship with Bill so candidly. She’s also ashamed at how her
nipples are tingling and starting to harden at the image Tonks has given her.
“You have pretty tits, Hermione. Still developing, aren’t they? How old are you
again?” Tonks is staring at her chest and licking her lips.
“I’m sixteen,” she whispers, feeling an odd sensation in her tummy when Tonks
smiles wickedly at her answer.
“Sweet sixteen and never been kissed?” Tonks asks, her hand moving from
Hermione’s knee and gradually sliding up her skirt.
“I’ve been kissed,” Hermione protests, thinking about the innocent kisses she
exchanged with Viktor just a few months ago.
“Not properly. Or improperly,” Tonks says, her fingertips drawing circles on
Hermione’s upper thigh now. Instead of clamping her legs shut and demanding she
stop, Hermione actually spreads her legs more and wonders if this is how Alice
felt when she fell down the rabbit hole. “Would you like to be, baby girl?”
“I’m not a child,” Hermione tells her, not necessarily liking the way Tonks
calls her a baby girl like she’s so young and naïve. “I’ve reached a point
where I’d like to put my theoretical knowledge into practice, I think. Conduct
experiments before I return to school perhaps.”
“No, you’re definitely not a child.” Tonks moves her gaze over her in a way
that makes Hermione feel like a woman, sexy and appealing, and she likes how
that feels. “Come to my room, Hermione. I’ll help you experiment, and there’s
someone else who’s gagging to have his cock inside your tight cunt if you’d
allow it. The prissy swotty schoolgirl thing gets him so hard, and I’d love to
give him an early Christmas present.”
“Bill?” His name spills from her lips in a breathless way, and she clears her
throat again because she’s trying to get some type of control on herself. Tonks
is still rubbing her inner thigh, the knuckles on her right hand brushing
against Hermione’s knickers occasionally. Hermione nods slowly. “Practical
experience would be most beneficial for my research.”
Tonks stands up and grins. “You’ll be able to fill that notebook of yours with
practical experience when we get finished with you. C’mon. Let’s sneak upstairs
and start experimenting.”
Hermione gathers her research and puts it away in her bag before she follows
Tonks upstairs. No one stops them, thankfully, as she’s not sure she’d be
confident enough to continue with this if she had time to stop and reflect on
why this could be a bad decision. Alice regretted following the white rabbit,
after all, and Tonks is more like the Cheshire Cat in the comparison, but it
still makes sense in her head that there might be room for regrets if she does
this. She’s sixteen, though, and she has no interest in finding a romantic
partner in a cliché happily ever after type of way at this point in her life.
She’s a young woman, a sexual creature, and it’s her body, so she can choose to
share it with anyone she wants without needing to feel ashamed or fearful.
When she enters Tonks’ room, she sees Bill lying on the bed reading a book. He
looks up with a sexy grin on his face that fades when he sees her. “Hermione?
Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” she assures him, glancing at Tonks and hoping this
doesn’t become awkward and uncomfortable.
Tonks winks at her before she locks her door. “Billy boy, I’ve got you an early
Christmas gift,” she says, taking Hermione’s hand and leading her to the bed.
“Hermione’s in desperate need of research associates, so I volunteered us. Hope
you don’t mind.”
“Research associates?” He frowns as he looks from one to the other before
focusing on Tonks. “She’s just a kid, Tonks. Whatever you’ve got planned in
that wicked mind of yours, unplan it. Hermione, you should run along and find
the others.”
“No,” Hermione says sharply, annoyed that she’s being dismissed and basically
told to run off and play like she’s a child. “If you don’t want to participate,
that’s fine. Tonks has offered, though, and I accepted her offer.” When she
looks at Tonks and arches a brow, Tonks slowly grins and steps closer.
“Feisty. I like it. You can show yourself out, Billy boy.” Tonks glances at
him. “Or stay and enjoy the show. Bet you won’t be so dismissive when she’s
riding my tongue and squeezing those pretty tits of hers.”
“You said something about an improper kiss?” Hermione reminds Tonks, ignoring
Bill because he’s made her angry.
“We’ll start with the proper one.” Tonks walks over to her and leans in to
brush their lips together. It’s chaste and innocent like the kisses she shared
with Viktor. It doesn’t remain that way at all. Tonks licks at her lips until
Hermione parts them, then there’s a tongue in her mouth and breasts pressed
against hers. She isn’t entirely sure what to do with her hands, so she rests
them on Tonks’ hips, gripping her tighter as the kiss deepens. When they pull
apart, Tonks is staring at her. “You’ve always got to be teacher’s pet, don’t
you? Bloody brilliant pupil.”
“I like learning,” Hermione admits, licking her lips before leaning in for
another kiss. Kissing is something she can confidently say she enjoys. A lot.
Tonks touches her face as they kiss this time, and Hermione uses her tongue
more, trying to decide what feels best. When she feels fingers in her hair, she
gasps, and Tonks pulls away.
“Knew you couldn’t resist too long, Billy boy. Not with how hard you’ve been
over the swotty princess since last summer,” Tonks murmurs, grinning at
Hermione when she blinks at her. “Oh yeah. Good upstanding Head Boy here was
wanking himself raw thinking about fucking your underage tight body last
summer. Bet he’s so hard now that he’s about to split his trousers open. Press
your arse back, baby, and see if you can feel him.”
“Enough,” Bill mutters, twisting Hermione’s head slightly and then kissing her.
It’s different from how Tonks kissed her. Rough and demanding, his tongue
insistent and his hand moving down her side in a way that makes her tremble.
Tonks is touching her chest, unbuttoning her shirt and pushing it off her
shoulders.
“Just as pretty as I thought they’d be,” she murmurs before there’s a tongue
licking at Hermione’s hard nipple through the thin material of her bra. Bill is
indeed hard, rubbing against her back as he kisses her. When she feels his hand
close around her breast, she whines. It’s so big and strong, and Tonks is
soaking her bra with saliva, licking at her in a teasing way that’s making her
body feel feverish.
Bill finally pulls back from the kiss and stares at her a moment before he
looks at Tonks. “How should we do this?” he asks, squeezing Hermione’s breast
and pinching the nipple lightly. “She’s a virgin, and we don’t want to hurt
her. Too much.”
The last two words make Hermione shiver, and she’s not sure if it’s a bad
shiver or a good one. It’ll take further research. “My hymen is gone. Horseback
riding on my Gran’s farm when I was younger,” she says, rather proud that she
manages to speak without erupting into moans considering they’re both playing
with her breasts while they talk.
“Oh, baby. It might be gone, but there’s still a difference in lying in bed
with your little fingers buried inside your cunny and biting your pillow to
keep your schoolmates from hearing you versus having Bill’s thick cock slide
into you and stretch you so well before thrusting deeper than your fingers can
even reach,” Tonks tells her, the words she’s saying making Hermione even
hotter. “I’ll get you ready, pretty baby. We’ll let you taste your first cock,
how about that? And I’ll lick that sweet cunny until you come on my tongue and
then, only then, will Billy boy get to fuck you.”
“Merlin, Tonks. You’re an evil fucking woman,” Bill groans, rubbing against
Hermione’s back more intently as Tonks speaks.
Tonks grins. “Who? Me?” She flutters her eyelashes as her hair changes to a
deep violet. “Let’s unwrap your pressie, Billy.”
Hermione stands there as they undress her. She’s trying to catalogue her
responses to everything, trying to remain somewhat detached like a proper
researcher, but it’s not bloody easy to do that when they’re stroking every bit
of flesh they bare and licking at her body in between touching it. There’s a
spot on her back that makes her knees turn to liquid when Bill’s lips press
against it, and she’s ticklish on the back of her knees. When she’s finally
just in her knickers, her bra discarded on the pile of clothes, she feels
somewhat self-conscious. She isn’t extremely skinny or athletic, and her
breasts are plump, making her often wear loose shirts and jumpers more recently
because she feels somewhat awkward about them.
When she tries to cross her arms over her breasts, Bill stops her. “None of
that, pet. Nothing to hide from us,” he says, stepping in front of her. His
lips curve into a crooked smile. “Definitely not a little girl anymore, are
you? I’m going to take your knickers off now, alright? If we do anything that
makes you uncomfortable, you just tell us to stop. Understand?”
“Yes,” she agrees, her mind racing through her research before it settles on
safe words. She understands that, and she forces herself to keep her arms loose
at her sides as he tugs her knickers down. Tonks is naked now, too, so she has
something to distract her from any insecurities. Tonks is athletic, slim with
perky breasts that aren’t plump like Hermione’s, and she’s even got violet hair
between her legs, which she’s got her fingers tangled in as she watches
Hermione and Bill.
“Why don’t you take the first taste, Billy boy. You know you’ve been gagging
for it,” Tonks says, stroking between her legs as she winks at Hermione. “Our
boy here is one of the few who actually enjoys licking a lady. When you find
one of those, don’t you let them go, girl. Regardless of anything else, keep
them around for sex, if nothing else.”
“Nice to know I have my uses,” Bill teases, giving Hermione a cheeky smile
before he rubs his large hand against her belly. “I’m going to taste you now,
Hermione. I need to put your hands on my shoulders so you keep your balance,
alright? That’s a good girl. Now spread your feet apart, let me have room.
Perfect. You smell good. Like sweet sex and lust. Bet you taste even better.”
“Oh!” Hermione gasps when she feels his tongue press against her cunt. That
word is vulgar and raw and definitely appropriate for what the three of them
are doing tonight. Tonks walks over to them, standing behind her and rubbing
her smaller breasts against Hermione’s back while squeezing her breasts.
“I wish I had tits like this. You’re still growing, too. Bet they’re more than
a handful when you’re done. I can make mine this size, but it’s not natural.”
Tonks toys with her nipples while Bill’s tongue licks across her cunt. He’s
moaning against her, and she finds it easier to lean back against Tonks than
lean forward to hold his shoulders. Tonks kisses her neck. “This is good.
You’ve got a firm arse, baby girl. I want to fuck it one day, before you go
back to school. I’m going to give myself a thick cock and fuck inside your arse
while Billy takes your cunt. You’ll be stuck between us, riding us both and
desperate for more, begging like the bad girl we know you really are, and we’ll
give you more. We’ll give you so much, Hermione. We’ll wreck you.”
“She’s close,” Bill murmurs, standing up and kissing Tonks. Hermione watches
them, feeling her body tighten and trying to suck in breaths from where she’s
been panting while listening to Tonks be absolutely filthy. Tonks licks his wet
face, and she realizes that’s her on his face before he kisses her, his tongue
claiming her mouth as she tastes herself on him.
They end up on the bed. Hermione’s lying there with Tonks between her legs,
licking vigorously, using her tongue and fingers in a way that’s making her
whine and whimper. Bill’s cock is by her face, and she knows he wants her to
suck it, but she’s not sure how it’ll fit. If it’s worrying her about fitting
in her mouth, however is it going to fit inside her cunt? He winks at her
before he presses the head against her lips.
“That’s it, baby. Open your mouth and suck on the head. Swirl your tongue over
it, lick it like a lolly. Oh, he likes that. Such a good student, our Hermione.
Now you need to start sucking him into your mouth. Don’t take too much. It’s
your first, and you don’t want to choke. Your hands, too. Squeeze his bollocks
while you suck, stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth yet.” Tonks is
thrusting three fingers inside Hermione as she talks, and it only takes her
flicking her tongue against her clit before Hermione’s coming. It’s a powerful
orgasm, much more than the ones she’s had on her own fingers, and she moans
around Bill’s cock as she rides Tonks’ hand.
“I’ve gotta have her.” Bill almost growls the words, pulling his cock out of
her mouth before he trades places with Tonks. Hermione watches them kiss again,
watches him lick Tonks fingers while she licks the others, rubbing her legs
together because that’s her come coating Tonks’ wet fingers and they’re licking
it up like it’s a delicious treat. Bill moves between her legs, pushing her
legs up and hooking one over his shoulder as the other moves around his hip.
“Should probably do this on your knees, it’s easier the first time, but I want
to lick those tits. Selfish and greedy bastard, aren’t I?”
“Please,” Hermione whines, bucking her hips up and just wanting something,
though she isn’t entirely sure what. Tonks kisses her as Bill pushes the head
of his cock inside her. It hurts, even with how loose Tonks has got her, and
she whimpers when she feels herself stretching around him. He’s groaning,
muttering about how fucking tight she is, and he starts making shallow thrusts,
in and out, until she begins to adjust.
“Do you want to taste my cunny, baby girl?” Tonks murmurs, licking at her lips.
“Can I straddle your pretty face and fuck your tongue until I come?”
Hermione’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of Bill fucking into her and
everything else they’ve been doing that she doesn’t even think about the
question. She just nods and blinks at Tonks, watching her grin before she
straddles her face. She has no idea what to do, really, so she just starts
licking. It’s tangy, a bit of an unusual flavor that she can’t compare to
anything else she’s tasted, not as salty as Bill’s pre-come. She feels a mouth
on her breast, and she listens as Bill and Tonks continue to talk filthy,
talking about things they want to do to her, talking about future experiments.
Tonks talks about inviting others, about Kingsley with his huge hands and even
bigger cock fucking into her, about Sirius humping at her arse until he makes
her scream, about Remus eating her cunny until she’s so desperate she’ll fuck
anything.
It becomes a blur of need, lust, desire, filth, and passion.
When they’re finally done, all come multiple times, Hermione’s exhausted. She’s
sticky from come and sweat, sore in places she never knew could even get sore,
and she’s too tired to move, much less go clean up and sneak into the room she
shares with Ginny. Bill and Tonks are fucking beside her, a lazy kind of fuck
while they squeeze her breasts and drag their fingers through the wetness still
dripping from between her legs. Hermione watches them intently, feeling her
body tingle in a way that confirms her theory that she might have voyeuristic
tendencies. Though, obviously, more research will be absolutely necessary
before she can draw any firm conclusions.
End
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