The Room of Requirement had configured itself into a spacious duelling chamber—stone floors, high ceilings, and enough open space to cast serious spells without worrying about collateral damage.
It was an amazing room, that was Alisa's opinion. In fact, just amazing didn't do it justice.
"Again," Tonks said, rolling her shoulders and raising her wand. "And this time, actually try."
Alisa winced. "I am trying."
"No, you're pulling your punches," Tonks said with a scowl, and her pink hair shifted to an irritated red.
"I can feel it, and I can see it. Every spell you cast is dampened, controlled to the point of uselessness. We're supposed to be training, not playing patty-cake with magic."
They'd been at this for an hour now. Tonks had suggested the practice session to help Alisa blow off steam, trying to find another outlet than constantly relying on sex to manage the curse's effects.
But it wasn't working.
Because Alisa couldn't bring herself to fight properly.
"Ready?" Tonks called out, not waiting for an answer before launching a stunning spell.
Alisa deflected it easily, sent back a weak disarming charm that Tonks batted aside without effort. If it were saturated with Alisa's normal power, not only would that have been impossible, but it'd have been enough to break through Tonks' standard Protego.
They exchanged spells—shields and minor hexes, nothing serious. Tonks pressed forward aggressively, forcing Alisa to give ground.
She's good, Alisa thought, blocking a particularly clever combination. Really good. But—
But Alisa was one of the Seven. Even holding back, even deliberately weakening her spells, she should have been able to dominate this duel without breaking a sweat. She was that strong magically.
Instead, she kept retreating, kept defending, kept pulling back every time her instincts screamed at her to strike.
Tonks feinted left, then fired a binding hex from the right.
Alisa tried to shield, but she was a half-second too slow—focused too much on limiting her power output instead of just casting.
The hex caught her squarely in the chest.
Magical ropes snapped around her body, pinning her arms to her sides and sending her stumbling backwards. She hit the floor hard, the breath knocked from her lungs.
"There," Tonks said, lowering her wand. Her voice was flat. "I win. Again."
Alisa lay on the cold stone, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of failure settle over her.
Tonks approached, casting the counter-spell to release the bindings. The ropes vanished, but Alisa didn't get up immediately.
"What the hell was that?" Tonks demanded, standing over her. "You're one of the strongest witches that I know of, and I just beat you with a basic binding hex. Do you have any idea how insulting that is?"
"I'm sorry—"
"Don't apologise!" Tonks' frustration boiled over. "Fight properly! I don't need you to coddle me. I need you to treat me like an actual opponent, not some fragile thing that'll break if you sneeze too hard."
Alisa sat up slowly, her dark hair falling across her face. "I'm not coddling you."
"Yes, you are." Tonks crossed her arms. "Every single spell weakened. Every attack pulled at the last second. You're so afraid of hurting me that you won't even try."
"Because I don't want to hurt you!" The words came out sharper than Alisa intended.
She took a breath, forcing herself to calm down.
"Tonks, you don't understand. My power—when I let it loose, when I stop controlling it—it's too much. I've seen what I can do when I'm not careful, and I—"
Her voice cracked.
"I can't do that to you," she finished quietly. "I won't."
Silence fell over the room.
Tonks stared down at her, the anger draining from her expression. "Alisa..."
"You're important to me. The first person who really cared enough to help me." Alisa looked up, meeting Tonks' eyes. "You've been helping me, supporting me, dealing with my curse without judgment. Hell, you even made me enjoy having a dick… You're one of the few good things in my life right now. And the thought of accidentally hurting you, of losing control for even a second and—"
She couldn't finish the sentence.
Tonks' breath caught.
There was something in Alisa's eyes—vulnerability, fear, genuine care—that hit harder than any spell could have.
Tonks realised that Alisa would rather lose, rather leave herself vulnerable, than risk harming her.
It was stupid. Tactically idiotic. Completely irrational.
And somehow, it was the most arousing thing Tonks had ever witnessed.
"Fuck," Tonks breathed.
Alisa blinked. "What?"
"You're too fucking sweet sometimes." Tonks' hair shifted to deep pink, heat flooding her body.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me when you say things like that?"
"I... what?"
Tonks didn't answer with words.
Instead, she flicked her wand—once, twice. Their clothes vanished in an instant, leaving them both bare on the stone floor of the Room of Requirement.
Alisa's eyes went wide. "Tonks—"
"On your hands and knees," Tonks commanded, her voice rough with sudden desire. "Now."
For a moment, Alisa just stared at her, clearly trying to process the sudden shift.
Then, slowly, she complied.
She rolled onto her hands and knees, her dark hair spilling forward over her shoulders. The position left her exposed, vulnerable—her dick already half-hard and hanging between her legs.
Tonks felt her own arousal spike.
She'd meant to take this slow, to ease into it. But the image of Alisa kneeling like that, the memory of her sweet, concerned words still echoing in Tonks' mind—it was too much.
Tonks concentrated, feeling her body shift. The familiar sensation of a dick forming between her legs, solid and eager and ready.
She moved closer, kneeling behind Alisa.
"You're too careful with everyone else," Tonks murmured, running her hands over Alisa's back, feeling the tension in her muscles. "Always holding back. Always protecting. But right now? I want you to let go. I want you to feel because this is going to be different, and I want you to remember it."
"Tonks..." Alisa's voice was shaky.
"Trust me." Tonks leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Alisa's shoulder blade. "I've got you."
She reached for her wand again, cast a quick spell at Alisa's anus—a charm to loosen it and clean it up.
Alisa shuddered at the sensation of the magic. It was weird, not bad, though.
"I—That was my asshole. What?"
"Ready?" Tonks asked, positioning herself.
Am I going to get fucked in the ass?
The notion was so mindblowing that Alisa stopped thinking.