Title: Warm Sounds
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tonks/Hermione
Summary: Tonks will be whoever you want her to be.
Warnings: Smut. Transfiguration?
Note: Set during OotP, roughly. Written for hpffthequibbler in fem_exchange!


Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was never silent, even in the smallest hours of the darkest nights. The walls creaked, the portraits snored, Kreacher scuttled about muttering foul things and Hermione bit down sharply on her fist to stop herself crying out loud as a flush of red hair tickled against her stomach.

Her other hand was resting on the head nestled between her thighs, her legs spread apart and bent at the knee as she arched her back a bit more and groaned against her fingers, trying so desperately to stay quiet even though she knew the sleeping charm she had cast on the girl sleeping a few feet away was good for another couple hours or so. A skilful tongue flicked up and Hermione gave a slight shiver, the lazy smile on her lips widening as she was teased higher and higher, her fist clenching tight as that tongue and those fingers sent waves crashing through her and then she was coming with a excited gasp, shuddering and writhing and making far more noise than she wanted to.

The room stilled. Quiet snores gently flittered about and were joined by the rustles of bedcovers as the two girls shared a long kiss, wrapping their arms around in each other and entangling their legs in the post-orgasmic bliss.

‘Tonks,’ Hermione whispered breathlessly, smiling. The Ginny-shaped girl grinned back, the shaft of moonlight filtering through the single window making her skin shine lightly, pale freckles dusted across her bare chest and arms. She leaned over to nuzzle at her neck for a moment, leaving a trail of feather kisses over her collarbone and shoulder and letting her hands wander again, running over flushed skin and her favourite curves. She could do this a hundred times over (probably already had, she thought, momentarily trying to work out how many nights they’d been curled up there and promptly giving up) and still be excited, warm with the thrill of it.

They had started when Hermione admitted her own little, innocent crush on Ginny. Conversation turned to transformation, which quickly lead to demonstration to falling into bed together and giggling shyly about it the next morning, though neither regretted it and both had enjoyed it and so it just… continued. Slowly at first, but then Tonks got better at guessing and Hermione got better at asking, until she could happily order Tonks do to exactly what she wanted, no matter how filthy, and both were really quite happy as long as they had a big enough bed (which, granted, didn’t have to be all that big) and knew Ginny most definitely could not hear them.

~~~

A couple of nights later and Tonks was blonde, perfectly straight and shining hair splayed out across the pillow and her features aligned in something akin to pure beauty. Hermione gave a description instead of a name this time, but Tonks easily guessed who she was after and from the way Hermione was ravishing her, she congratulated herself on being right.

Her wrists had originally been pinned up over her head but had been long since forgotten, as Hermione worked her way down with kisses and nibbles and licks. She left her hands up there. Hermione had her fingers grasping over each hip, holding her down, as her mouth moved over her left breast and ran her tongue over the sensitive nub, then catching it lightly between her teeth. Tonks had more faith in sound-proof sleeping charms and so groaned loudly, pushed her spine off the mattress and pressing herself closer to Hermione’s touch, who smirked wickedly and moved over to her other nipple, bringing a hand up to cup her chest.

The hand still covering her hip started tracing a delicate pattern up her side and back down again, skittering along her thigh, to her knee and then tickling its way up the inside of her leg, hovering for a moment to brush over the neat mess of blonde curls then curving down to press against warm, wet flesh. Tonks gave another low moan that was met with a long kiss as Hermione’s thumb found something small and hard and when she rubbed it just right – Tonks gasped sharply into her mouth, hands flying forward to clutch at Hermione’s shoulders and just hold on tight before she melted away.

There was more kissing and grabbing and touching, as Tonks completely submitted and Hermione felt muscles contract around her fingers, stroking and tugging her towards the brink of orgasm then letting her dangle there, just for a moment, before leaping, screaming, with her.

If being Fleur was this much fun, Tonks mused, she would have to do it more often.

~~~

Later in the week and Tonks felt like an exquisitely crafted chocolate, dark skin darker hair and dreamy brown eyes, and Hermione seemed to be treating her like one. The kisses were gentle, the licks were delicate, the touches were divine and they were sharing the moment like a box of Honeydukes best, neither wanting nor needing to lead and so they took their time with it, hours to themselves and no need to rush.

The nights of nothing but cuddles and barely-there kisses could sometimes be the best; exploring and tentative touches, tender words that would be so out of place on another night, the moments of silence and stillness. It felt like they had begun to know, without asking, what each other needed that night and these moments came out of hard days, stressful talks, difficult people. Sometimes they needed to thrash it out. Sometimes they just wanted to be held.

And sometimes there was talking and giggling and shrieks of, ‘Your hands are so cold!’

~~~

Tonks pressed her palm to Hermione’s stomach and stroked her skin lightly with her fingertips. ‘Who do you want me to be tonight?’ she whispered, warm breath and her nose brushing her ear gently, then placing a soft kiss on her cheek as Hermione lay flat on her back, Tonks curled around her.

Hermione thought for a moment, then smiled and turned her head so they were nose-to-nose, reaching up a hand to cup Tonks’ cheek. ‘Be you,’ she replied, before rolling them both over and kissing her deeply.

Fin.