The golden sparks of the portal flickered and died as Ethan and Tonks stepped onto the plush, circular rug of the Headmaster's office. The air was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of a dozen silver instruments.
Ethan tossed the golden cup onto Dumbledore's desk with a dull clink. Beside it, a mountain of looted Lestrange gold sat stashed away in his dimensional pocket, enough to make the Gringotts goblins go into a collective cardiac arrest.
"It seems we're the first ones back," Tonks said, leaning against the edge of the mahogany desk. She looked at the empty room, her pink hair vibrant against the dim candlelight. "No Harry, no Ron, no Hermione. I guess your 'glittering orange holes' really are faster than a broomstick."
"I told you," Ethan said, dusting off his leather jacket with a cocky grin. "Our team was the best. Efficiency is my middle name. Well, that and 'Expert Thief,' apparently."
Tonks's eyes narrowed, a mischievous, predatory spark lighting up her gaze. She pushed off the desk and walked slowly toward him, her boots clicking softly on the floor.
"Efficiency, huh? Speaking of 'Expert' work... I believe we have a lingering matter to discuss," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "That little stunt you pulled in the cart. The beetle? The 'unauthorized' exploration of my nether regions?"
Ethan held up his hands, though his grin didn't falter. "I was just checking the structural integrity of the disguise, Professor. It was a high-stakes mission."
"Is that what we're calling it?" Tonks reached out, grabbing the front of his jacket and pulling him close until their noses touched. "I think you need a lesson in boundaries, Williams. And since the Headmaster is currently out playing hero with the kids, I think I'll take it upon myself to be your tutor."
Ethan looked at the walls. The portraits of past Headmasters were wide awake, their painted eyes darting between the two of them with varying degrees of shock and curiosity.
"The audience is a bit... crowded," Ethan noted.
"I've got that covered," Ethan smirked. He snapped his fingers.
With a series of sharp thuds, every portrait in the room suddenly spun 180 degrees. The frames rattled as Phineas Nigellus Black, Armando Dippet, and a dozen others were forced to face the cold stone walls.
"HEAR ME!" Phineas shrieked from behind his canvas. "THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! YOU HAVE TAINTED THE SANCTITY OF THIS OFFICE! I SHALL REPORT THIS TO THE BOARD OF GOVERNORS!"
"Shut it, Phineas," Ethan called out over his shoulder. He turned back to Tonks. "I'm all ready for my lesson, Professor."
"Good boy," Tonks whispered. She pointed toward the floor. "On your knees. Now."
Ethan didn't hesitate. He dropped to the rug, looking up at her. Tonks stepped back and hiked herself up onto the edge of Dumbledore's desk. She placed one leg firmly on the wood, her other foot on the floor, her stance wide and commanding.
She reached down, grabbing the hem of her Auror robes and hiking them up to her waist. Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing in the firelight. As the fabric cleared her thighs, Ethan saw the dark lace of her pantiesāand they were utterly, completely soaked, the silk clinging to her folds, translucent from the arousal he had sparked as a beetle.
"Look at the mess you created," Tonks breathed, her hair flashing a dark, sultry purple. "You did this to me in a bank cart. Now, you're going to clean it up. Every. Single. Drop."
She reached down, her fingers hooking into the lace and ripping the fabric aside with a sharp tear. She leaned back against the desk, exposing herself fully to him.
Just then, a familiar, snarky chime echoed in Ethan's skull.
[ Emergency Side Mission: Graduation from the Hand Warrior]
Objective: You've spent months in a monastery and weeks in a lonely Sanctum. It's time to prove your "mystic arts" aren't just for show. Give the Metamorphmagus a night that rewrites her genetic code.
Reward: +500% Stamina Increase, Permanent Skill: [Adamantine Focus] (Absolute control over physical endurance and "mass" manipulation).
System Dialogue: Tsk... tsk... you have fallen so low for a woman. The Ancient One would be so disappointed in her heir.
"Shut the fuck up," Ethan snapped back mentally. "What do you know about the pleasure of a woman?"
[As if you know... the top student of the Hand Warrior class. But since you are so eager to graduate, I suppose a boost is in order. Enjoy the 'exam,' Host.]
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Ethan felt the surge of motivation flood his veins. His senses sharpenedāhe could smell the honey-sweet scent of her arousal, hear the rapid, fluttering thrum of her heart.
He didn't wait. He lunged forward, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, and buried his face in her heat.
Tonks let out a sharp, jagged scream that echoed off the high rafters. Her back arched violently, her fingers digging into the surface of the mahogany desk, knocking over a bowl of lemon drops and scattering silver instruments.
Ethan was relentless. He used his tongue like a weapon, his movements aggressive and precise. He tasted the salt and the sweetness, his tongue flicking over her sensitive clit before diving deep into her channel. He could feel her twitching against his face, her internal muscles pulsing with a rhythm that only a Metamorphmagus could produce.
"Oh... Oh god, Ethan!" she groaned, her hair shifting through a chaotic spectrum of colorsāred, white, goldāas her control over her form shattered.
On the walls, the portraits were in a state of absolute pandemonium.
"I can hear... moist sounds!" Phineas Nigellus wailed, his voice muffled by the wall. "Disgusting! The majesty of Hogwarts is dead! It has been replaced by the carnal whims of a multiversal delinquent!"
"I... I think I saw a glimpse before I turned!" whispered Dilys Derwent, her painted face a brilliant, glowing scarlet. "Such... such vigor! I haven't seen such a display since the 1700s!"
"Don't look, you old crone!" another Headmaster barked, though he was clearly trying to peek through the corner of his frame.
Ethan didn't care about the peanut gallery. He pressed harder, his hands sliding up to cup her ass and pull her even closer to his mouth. He could feel her coming, the first wave of her orgasm hitting her like a physical blow. She let out a long, high-pitched moan, her head falling back as she shuddered against him.
"Don't... don't you dare stop," she panted, her eyes rolling back.
"I'm just getting started, Pinky," Ethan muffled against her skin. "I've got a lot of 'studying' to catch up on."
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