Petunia stood frozen, her body half-turned, her exposed back facing the room.
A mix of saliva and other bodily fluids dripped down her legs, her hair messy and disheveled.
The expression on her face shifted rapidly—from annoyance to confusion to full-on shock— as she took in the situation. Her eyes darted from Harry, shirtless and calm, to the other woman standing in the room.
The woman was dressed in official Auror robes, her face unreadable but tinged with surprise.
Neither woman moved for a moment.
Then, Petunia's mouth opened in a sharp shriek. Her body twisted awkwardly as she half-turned to look back at Harry.
"WAIT!" Harry's voice cut through the silence, his tone firm, trying to regain some control over the chaotic situation.
Petunia stopped, her body freezing in place, her face still twisted with confusion.
Her hands were bound behind her, the tight ropes barely visible beneath her exposed skin. Harry could see her arse-cheeks, glistening and vulnerable, rippling slightly as she remained half-turned.
It was a titillating sight, one that added to the tension in the room.
Tonks, who had initially been stunned into silence, now glanced back at Harry, her wide brown eyes scanning him briefly before flicking back to Petunia.
She stared at the situation unfolding before her, her confusion mounting, but she didn't react immediately. She looked back at Harry, seemingly piecing together the bizarre scene.
Harry was shirtless, his state of undress an obvious point of discomfort for her.
Thank God Tonks didn't know about Petunia, or she'd have a field day.
The last thing Harry needed was for her to make some assumption about him. He imagined how she would react to the situation—a strange mix of relief and tension gripping him as he considered her thoughts.
She'd probably conclude that he was involved with a woman far older than him. And Petunia, well, she wasn't exactly the picture of dignity right now.
Harry broke the silence, trying to ease the awkward tension.
"You're right," he said, his voice calm despite the chaos around him. "I was kind of in the middle of something when you showed up."
Tonks nodded slowly, her eyes still wide.
She couldn't quite wrap her head around the scene before her, but the awkwardness was palpable.
Harry could only imagine what kind of first impression this would leave.
Tonks stared at him, her expression flickering with uncertainty. "You—uh—" she began, her voice catching. "I mean—"
Harry met her eyes, calm and unfazed. "Come on, I'm an adult now," he said evenly. "Is that a problem?"
She blinked, visibly taken aback by his bluntness.
The flush on her cheeks began to fade, cracking the professional mask she'd worn so tightly. With a small sigh, she sank onto the nearby couch, her gaze darting away. "No… not really. As long as she's not being forced into anything—"
He raised an eyebrow.
"—which she clearly isn't," Tonks added quickly, flustered. "You're free to make your own choices. I apologize for barging in like that."
"It's fine," he said, waving it off casually.
His eyes turned toward Petunia. She was standing rigidly, silent and still, almost statuesque.
For a moment, he expected resistance—some kind of hesitation, or perhaps the urge to shield herself from judgment. Instead, she remained exactly as she was, composed and unmoving, her posture betraying only a hint of internal conflict.
"Come here," Harry said, his tone firm yet not unkind—an edge of command wrapped in velvet.
She turned at the sound of his voice, her eyes locking onto his. Then, slowly and with a controlled grace, she crossed the room toward him.
"Sit," he said, tapping his knee.
Petunia hesitated just a heartbeat, glancing at Tonks with a flicker of nervousness before finally lowering herself into his lap.
Her legs were tucked in carefully, and her breath hitched as she settled. Sebastian wrapped one arm gently around her waist, grounding her in place, his fingers resting lightly against her side in a gesture that was both possessive and protective.
Tonks looked away, her expression unreadable, though the pink tint had returned to her cheeks.
"I– she–" Tonks faltered, clearly torn between duty and disbelief. Her eyes darted from Harry to Petunia, confusion morphing into something sharper—anger, maybe.
Her hand instinctively moved to her wand, tension radiating from her shoulders.
It wasn't hard to understand her reaction. She was an Auror, after all—trainee or not.
To her, what she was witnessing must have looked entirely wrong. The power dynamics, the vulnerability, the unsettling silence—it was sending every alarm bell ringing in her mind.
She stood suddenly, voice sharp. "Finite!"
The ropes binding Petunia's wrists snapped away, falling to the floor without ceremony.
Petunia let out a moan and fell down on my shoulder, her breasts sagging against my chest. She then lifted her face and kissed me on the lips before shifting back to face Tonks in all her glory.
"He doesn't make me do this," she said clearly, voice steady despite everything.
Of the three in the room, Harry was easily the most stunned.
He had initially assumed that Petunia would resist, that somewhere, deep inside, she might fight back when the opportunity came.
After all, in his mind, he had never expected her to so willingly cross that line.
He had even considered—briefly—whether his actions, which had pushed her into this situation, might eventually force her to show some kind of defiance when given the chance.
This moment, this very chance, was what he had deliberated on, weighing whether she might choose to act against him.
But as he watched Petunia now, standing before him with a newfound defiance, her words clear and her actions deliberate, he couldn't help but be surprised.
She hadn't shown any resistance—none at all. Instead, she had chosen this path. And Harry found that more surprising than anything else.
He looked at her as she pushed along his leg slightly, until her hand was grabbing his crotch over his pants. She began zipping the fly down with deliberate slowness. He was already hard, and given what she was doing, his cock was already at full mast by the time she had released it from its confines.
She bent downwards, her tongue snaking out, and licked him from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. "See? How could I resist?"
Tonks watched them in mute amazement.
Petunia said, "I said, 'Please, put it in me, Harry. I need it. I need that big thing inside me so bad…'" She kissed his cock again, licking it until it shined. Then she looked at him over her shoulder. "Because I'm a bad girl. And he knows how to punish me."
"Merlin…" Tonks muttered. Her previously unimpressive breast was slowly morphing into a most impressive bosom.