The walk back to the castle felt different.
Alisa's footsteps were lighter, her breathing easier. The conversation with Harry had unlocked something in her chest—a tension she hadn't realised she'd been carrying. For the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, she felt seen. Not as the Wandless Witch, not as the cursed woman hiding a terrible secret, but as a person. Someone who understood and was understood in return.
"I'm glad you came to Hogwarts."
His words echoed in her mind as she climbed the stairs toward her room. The earnestness in his green eyes. The way he'd opened up about his own darkness without expecting anything in return.
He was remarkable, really. Carrying the weight of a prophecy, a connection to the darkest wizard alive, the expectations of an entire world—and still finding it in himself to sit with a stranger because she looked sad.
Tomorrow evening, she reminded herself. The clearing near Hagrid's hut. Teaching him wandless magic.
The thought sent a flutter through her stomach that had nothing to do with the curse.
Or did it?
By the time she reached her corridor, she became aware of a familiar warmth building between her legs. Her cock was stirring, swelling against the confines of her underwear.
No. Not now.
But the curse didn't care about timing. It fed on emotion, on connection, on any spark of feeling that crossed her heart. And Harry—dear, earnest, broken Harry—had sparked plenty.
Alisa quickened her pace, slipping into her room and sealing the door behind her. She leaned against it, breathing hard, one hand pressing against the growing bulge in her trousers.
Think of something else. Anything else.
But her mind kept returning to him. The way the fading light had caught his features. The quiet strength in his voice when he'd talked about fighting. The warmth of his hand when they'd shaken on their deal.
Her cock was fully hard now, straining painfully.
Fuck.
She moved to the bed, unfastening her trousers with trembling fingers. Maybe she could handle this herself. Maybe it would be one of those times!
Alisa lay back, wrapped her hand around her cock, and began to stroke. She tried to empty her mind, to focus purely on sensation, on mechanical release.
It didn't work.
The orgasm, when it came, was hollow—a brief spasm of pleasure that did nothing to ease the deeper ache. Within thirty minutes, the pressure was building again, worse than before.
Fuck. I really have to get Tonks.
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She found the Auror in her room, reviewing patrol schedules at her desk. Parchments were spread across the surface, marked with times and routes and the occasional doodle in the margins.
Tonks took one look at her face and immediately sealed the door with a flick of her wand.
"My, my." Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in Alisa's trousers. "Again already?"
"I'm sorry—" Alisa started, but Tonks cut her off with a quick kiss.
"What did I say about apologising?" Tonks began working at Alisa's belt, her fingers deft and practised. "How long has it been this time?"
"An hour. Maybe less." Alisa's voice was strained. "Tonks, I tried taking care of it myself, but it didn't help. I still feel—"
"Shh." Tonks pushed her trousers down, freeing her aching cock. It sprang up immediately, flushed and leaking. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
She wrapped her hand around Alisa's shaft and stroked slowly, thoughtfully, as if considering her options. Her thumb traced the sensitive underside, drawing a shudder from Alisa's body.
"Something's different," Tonks observed. "You're more worked up than usual. What happened?"
Alisa's face burned. "I... talked to Harry. By the lake."
Tonks' eyebrows rose, but her hand didn't stop moving. "Oh? And how did that go?"
"Good. Really good." Alisa struggled to form coherent thoughts while Tonks' fingers did devastating things to her cock. "We talked about—about carrying darkness. About fighting. He asked me to teach him wandless magic."
"Did he now?" Tonks' smile turned knowing. "And this—" she squeezed gently, making Alisa gasp, "—is the result?"
"The curse doesn't distinguish," Alisa managed. "Any strong emotion—"
"I know how exactly what your curse does and doesn't, love," Tonks said and rolled her eyes.
Alisa felt that she was missing something.
Tonks released her and stepped back. "Come here."
She guided Alisa to the desk, sweeping the patrol schedules aside with one arm. Parchments fluttered to the floor, forgotten. Then Tonks turned around, hands braced on the wooden surface, and looked back over her shoulder.
"I want to try something different," she said. "If you're up for it."
Alisa's breath caught. "You don't mean—"
"I mean exactly what you think I mean." Tonks' hands went to her own belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness. "I want you to fuck my arse."
The words hit Alisa like a physical blow. Her cock throbbed so hard it hurt.
"What—I—" She couldn't form a coherent sentence. "Are you sure?"
"Very sure." Tonks pushed her trousers and knickers down to her thighs, revealing the pale curve of her arse. "I've been thinking about it since last night, actually. About how good you'd feel inside me like that."
"But I've never—" Alisa's face burned hotter. "I don't know how to—"
"I've fucked your arse before, and you've fucked my cunt. This isn't so different." Tonks reached back, spreading herself slightly, and Alisa's mouth went dry. "I'll talk you through it. Trust me, yeah? I know what I like."
The sight of Tonks bent over the desk, offering herself so openly, was almost too much to process. Alisa's cock was so hard it ached, and every instinct screamed at her to close the distance between them.
"I don't want to hurt you," she said quietly.
"You won't." Tonks' smile was warm, reassuring. "But we'll need to go slow. No spells for your first time—I want you to learn properly. Use your fingers first. Get me ready."
"Tonks—"
"Do you want this?" Tonks asked directly, her eyes meeting Alisa's over her shoulder. "Because if you don't, we can stick to what we've been doing. I won't be offended."
Did she want this?
Alisa's body was screaming yes, but this felt different from their previous encounters. More intimate. More vulnerable. A new level of trust.
"I want it," she admitted finally. "I just—I'm nervous."
"That's okay. Nervous is fine." Tonks conjured a small glass vial from somewhere—lubricant, Alisa realised. She'd come prepared. "Here. Put some on your fingers. Start with one, nice and slow."