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Chapter #11: End of the training.

Harry and Tonks kept going for hours, they’ve been fucking like crazy, it was like they would never have the chance to do this again, and yet, none of them were regretting doing this. She was on all fours taking his cock without hesitation, the younger man was having the time of his life.

Fucking Tonks like this was something he could’ve never imagined doing in his lifetime, but he was glad it was happening. The older witch was one of the most attractive witches in the country; they’ve reached their orgasms a lot of times this evening, but sadly, they knew this was the last time they were cumming after such a long sexual session.

Still, they were satisfied. Tonks was able to get filled with his precious seed that has become more valuable than gold. She was sure she was going to end up pregnant just like Hermione, and she had zero complaints about it. Hermione was right, Harry’s bloodline needed to continue; she was doing this for the sake of the world, right?

Well that’s not wrong but it’s not completely accurate, she’s doing this because she loves it and above everything, because she loves Harry, she can’t imagine herself doing this with someone else, his future version has already ruined her for other men and his younger version has done the same just when she thought she was going to be able to move on from his death, they were truly connected in a spiritual and sexual level.

That’s why she loves him, she knows they’re destined to be together alongside the other women, but he needs to conquer them one by one, he cannot do anything to speed up the process, she can’t wait for the day all of them can be together once again, she knows that no matter what happens, they'll be together again.

“Fuck… I’m getting close, Tonks!” Harry declared, and she smiled.

“Yeah, me too, love… I’m getting close too, I want you to cum inside me again, Harry, please!” She begged, and she had forgotten how many times she had said those words this evening.

He was in the same state; he doesn't remember how many times he has cum inside her. However, every time she does it, he cannot help but feel pride, to know that such a beautiful witch wanted him to breed her was an incredible feeling.

“Let’s cum together!” She declared, and Harry felt motivated.

He wasn’t going to deny her wishes, so, as soon as he could, he started to fuck her harder and faster than he had been doing, and just when he was about to reach his orgasm, by just a fraction of a second, he felt her squirting, and so, he started to cum too.

It seems like somehow, he managed to make her cum just before he could; he couldn’t help but feel impressed because of that. After all, she was the one who had all the experience; to know that someone like him made her cum was an incredible ego boost.

However, right now he was focused on depositing his seed deep inside her pussy, if they wanted to succeed to bring the new generation of Potters, then they needed to work hard and soon, after they finished, they laid in the bed, Harry still had his cock buried deep inside her pussy while he was kissing her, they remained like that until they felt that it was time to go back to reality.

“I don’t want to stop,” she said, disappointed.

“Me neither, but… The world isn’t going to wait for us to be ready,” Harry sighed, disappointed.

They shared one last kiss and soon got dressed. After that kiss, they were ready to face reality. Meanwhile, in a different location, Hermione was being greeted by Professor McGonagall.

“Well, this is truly a surprise, this morning I received the strangest message from Molly Weasley, telling me about the visit of my students… From the future,” McGonagall wasn’t amused. “I thought it was nonsense to be honest, however… You really look like Miss Granger and also…” The older witch remained silent for a moment.

Hermione looked at the elderly witch with interest, even if she was from the future, Professor McGonagall was still older than she was. The brown-haired witch couldn’t help but find this situation amusing.

“You arrived and insisted on talking to me. I was going to reject you, but then you mentioned the time turner, and at that moment… I knew it was you, and also… You still have that mole on your neck,” the older witch said with a perplexed expression.

“That’s who I am, Professor, I'm Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of her age, best friend of Harry Potter, and also, an agent of chaos just like him,” Hermione couldn’t help but grin as she said this.

The older witch sighed. This was insane.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Miss Granger, or maybe should I say, Mrs. Weasley?” McGonagall questioned with an arched brow.

Hermione cringed a bit but didn’t show it.

“Oh no, that's not my name, professor… Ron and I… Well, we didn’t work in the future, the trauma of the war, and all that caused Ron to become an alcoholic and I was also dealing with my inner demons, we wanted for the other to comfort us and help us get back to our feet, so, when we couldn’t get what we wanted from the other, we realized it was time to let it go,” Hermione sighed.

“So, is it Mrs. Potter now, then? I always thought Harry and you were meant to be…” Hermione heard her say, and she couldn’t help but blush.

“I could only wish, professor, but we couldn’t reach that milestone… Yes, we got involved, but then, he was killed by one of Voldemort’s remaining Death Eaters,” Hermione said with a sad tone.

The professor felt a bit guilty for making her talk about that.

“It’s okay, Professor, that’s not going to happen in this universe; we already dealt with that bastard,” Hermione said with a grin.

McGonagall didn’t know if she should feel impressed or scared; however, she knew that deep inside, her favorite student was a good person, so she decided not to question her any longer. She knew Hermione wasn’t evil.

“Very well, I’m happy that you grew up to become such an outstanding and beautiful witch… I knew that was going to be of you the moment I saw you when I gave you your letter,” the older witch felt like a proud mother.

Hermione blushed and gazed at the floor. It was like she was back to her first year; to be praised by her favorite professor was an amazing feeling, especially since she died ten years ago in her timeline.

“Anyway, I heard that you needed to pick something from the school, so tell me about it, and I might be able to help you,” the professor told her.

“It’s an object, Professor, an object that we need to destroy if we want to defeat Voldemort,” Hermione explained with a calm tone. “It’s a cursed object, and it’s because of that object that the DADA professors don’t last,” she added with a serious expression.

McGonagall remained silent for a while, but then, she nodded.

“Very well, I’ll help you retrieve it, as a master when it comes to charms, I know how to deal with cursed objects,” the older witch told Hermione with a smirk.

Things couldn’t get better for Hermione; to have the opportunity to do this alongside her favorite professor was a dream come true.