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Spiral Tangent: 'Taste Testing' - Holly begins to widen the circle of her sexual experiences over the summer, sometimes by accident.

Placement: Spring-Summer 1994
Each section is a smaller Tangent scene that deserved its own moment but wasn't large enough for me to consider it a chapter. This set includes more kink than normal, and considerably less plot-relevance. Enjoy!

Content warning: This chapter includes references to all sorts of sex; hetero, lesbian, gay, sado-masochists and sex between underage partners, but at no time are any of these activities truly non-consensual (aside from Newt's participation as a voyeur for all but Echo; I doubt that most of the actors would have consented to her presence, Holly and Natalia being the obvious exceptions). As usual, I limit the detail of descriptions when boys get together just because it's not my thing.

Section One: the Tonks-Lupin formula
Section Two: Anger is Love
Section Three: Rules?
Section Four: Echo
Section Five: World Cup Indiscretions

Section One: the Tonks-Lupin formula
Chapter 33: 'Railroaded'
3rd June

"Holly, are you sure that was wise? Miss Tonks doesn't have any training as a Mind Healer."
"Hermione, I believe Tonks is one of the wisest people I've ever met. She taught me a lot about defining who you are without outside influence. We'll check back in an hour to make sure everyone's all right, Okay?"
"So what are we going to do?"
My evil smirk makes Hermione gulp.
"Don't worry Hermione; I promised I wouldn't try to seduce you anymore. I was just thinking that we should ask the twins for help making a spell."
Hermione's eyeswirl of madness is making me wish I hadn't made that promise. I can't help it. I still love her.
When we return an hour later, I can barely hear a thump from behind the DADA lab door. Hermione moves up and casts the new (Weasley-Evans-Granger) one-way transparent wall spell, and she immediately gasps as she sees Tonks' body flung across the room to land on the desk. In a flash, Remus leaps on top of the Auror and claws at her body with abandon.
"Holly! We have to get in there! Why are you just standing there?"
"Because I forgot the lawn chair and popcorn."
"What?"
Hermione turns back to see what I'm seeing; Tonks is now mostly naked with strips of cloth hanging off her now bouncy breasts and she is riding Remus's fervent pounding of her into the desk with the glee of a cowgirl. If the room wasn't silenced (something we should counter for in the next version) you probably could hear her yell 'Yee Haw!'. Remus loses his balance for a moment and Tonks flips them onto the floor without her legs losing their grip around what we can now see is his bare arse under his robes. Tonks now fully realises my cowgirl analogy, holding Remus to the floor with what I'm sure is much greater strength than the werewolf was expecting.
"She's quite... acrobatic. (Gasp) Oooh! That must have hurt."
Hermione starts to sink to the floor and settle in to watch when I cancel her spell. She frantically grasps at the wall for a few seconds before turning towards me with a plaintive look.
"What...? Why...? Are you sure we shouldn't... um... keep an eye on them?"
"We have Charms. Don't worry, this show should continue through dinner."
Hermione goggles. "R-really?"
"Yeah. You really would never have been able to satisfy him, y'know?"
"Doesn't mean it wasn't worth trying..."
God, I love her. It'll break my heart some more, but I should probably do my Yenta bit for her sometime as well. I just can't imagine what guy I could arrange for her that I wouldn't want to kill if they hit it off. No man is worthy of my Hermione. Except maybe Harry. Would I be willing to lie to myself, convince myself I was truly Harry, just to be with Hermione? Not yet. Not until I know what Harry means to Albus Dumbledore, and what he's planning to do with him... uhh, me.

We come back later for the second showing. Around 1 AM Hermione wakes up from resting her back against my chest where we are sitting on the floor.
"Holly, why are you holding me so close?"
"Because we're under the Cloak."
"Have you cast any magic on me in the last hour?"
"Only a cushioning charm"
"Holly, why... do I feel aroused?"
"I'd say from watching our two friends become lovers."
"But I was asleep just now."
"I don't know your dreams Hermione. What did you dream about?"
"Walking in sunlit fields. Holding... your hand."
"Coming together in trust, supporting each other, protecting each other from the uncaring world, because we care for each other?"
"Yes. How did you know that?"
"I said that to you when we first made love together."
"When was that?"
"Jesus, Hermione! How much of your memory did you block out?"
"Enough. Too much. I would think of you, become emotional, and then... vomit. You can understand why that would become tiresome."
"Yeah, I suppose..."
"Are they still..."
THUMP (distant sound of maniacal laughter)
"Yah, they're behind that desk. I think Moony has been holding in some needs for two decades. Best he get it out of his system."
"OH MY GOD!"
I look up from gazing at Hermione's neck to see what has caught her attention. Both our jaws drop as we see Gordon whispering into Remus' ear before turning him forward to brace his position leaning on the desk.
I turn to Hermione as she turns back to look at me with an identical expression of surprise, the same words whispering from our lips.
"Well I didn't see that coming!"

*

Section Two: Anger is Love
Chapter 36: 'Tense Negotiations'
8th July

Molly told Holly that Ginny was lurking about on a broom when Holly was confronting Albus just past sunrise by the oak tree. Holly runs out of the Burrow, looking for Ginny. She finds the girl, still flying tight circles around the Weasley's cobbled-together Quidditch pitch.

"Ginny! Can you come down here? I need to talk to you!"

The young girl's hair flows like a red-orange banner behind her as she swoops down to land several yards away from Holly. Ginny dismounts the Nimbus and tosses it at Holly's feet.
"Y'know what? Keep the damned broom! I don't need your charity!"

"Ginny, that isn't what I wanted to talk to you about."
Holly starts to jog to catch up with the striding red-head as she rushes away from the pitch into a field of tall, unkempt grasses. Holly catches up to Ginny, grasping at the thin girl's arm as it swings wide to push some willows out of her way.
"Ginny! Stop running and tell me what's wrong, would you?"

Ginny whirls about, pulling her arm back to her side, revealing her tear-stained face. Evidently she has been crying since she started her exodus on the ground.
"What's wrong? What's WRONG? What's wrong is that Harry is 'just a paper hero'! I heard you talking to the Headmaster. After you jumped down from the tree I could hear you plainly for a minute, and that's when you said that you weren't his chesspiece, that you're going to let everyone die when Riddle comes back, and that Harry... hasn't done anything h-heroic, ever! And that you can't stand to have him around! I HATE YOU!"

Ginny punches Holly in the jaw, sending her to the grassy ground as she rolls with the hit. Ginny jumps on Holly's prone body, slapping and scratching her while growling and grunting. Holly chooses to defend until she just gets fed up and slaps Ginny back. Ginny punches her so that she's face down again, but now Ginny's breathing is labored, and she has her thighs wrapped around Holly's upper leg. Ginny starts to grind her crotch into Holly's muscular thigh as she reaches around to grip Holly's right breast quite firmly. Holly looks confused at Ginny, who has reached her other hand over Holly's thigh and starts rubbing her sex through her jeans. Holly realises that the nature of their wrestling has changed, and pulls swiftly at Ginny's cotton top, shredding the blouse to expose the girl's small but pert breasts. Holly reaches up to caress Ginny's left nipple, finding it quickly hardening like a rock. Ginny's moan causes Holly to moan as well, as she starts to let herself enjoy the younger girls insistent groping of her breast and the join of her legs. In a moment of irritation over the change in tone, Holly pinches Ginny's nipple forcefully, causing the girl on top to convulse and cry out in orgasm. Her fevered rubbing of Holly's sensitive breast and vulva quickly adds Holly's moans of release to their pastoral duet. Ginny finishes herself off for a second peak of ecstasy by squeezing her thighs around Holly's leg, painfully. Ginny releases her grip and flops backwards onto the ground.
As the girls lay back, panting from their exertions, Ginny once again begins to weep quietly. Holly blows out an exasperated breath and confronts the confusing redhead.

"Okay, what the fuck was that?!"
"All this time, I thought Harry Potter saved me from the Basilisk, Harry Potter killed Quirrel, Harry Potter chased away the Dementors! It was all YOU! Do you know how hard I've wished for him to save me, to meet me, to l-l-love me? How could you deceive me that way? You made me fall in love with him all over again, but it was only YOU! Are you amused? Do you feel happy, knowing you've destroyed my every dream? I very nearly lost my soul pining after Harry Potter, but he isn't a hero at all. It's just YOU!"
Ginny finishes her rant by kicking Holly in the knee. Holly winces in pain despite the glancing blow, reaching down to rub the soon-to-bruise location with one hand.
"Erfh. Brilliant. At least you think my efforts were worthwhile. I was losing hope that anyone ever noticed what I had accomplished."
Ginny sits up and points forcefully at Holly, causing her taut breasts to jiggle slightly from the motion.
"You owed me the truth!"
"I don't owe you anything, particularly truths. I saved your soul from a Dark book, I gave you my broom, I FORGAVE YOU for being a class-A bitch while possessed, and now you've attacked me and we had sex. Colour me confused, but from my perspective the ledger stands more in my favor."
Ginny blushes slightly despite her surprise.
"We didn't have sex!"
"I came, you came; that's sex, gingersnap."
"But Luna said it was just girls playing and that everyone knew it didn't mean the same thing. I was just... so... mad, but I wanted you to know it wasn't malice, y'know? I'd never do this with those bitchy chasers. I actually hate them, except for Katie."
"I don't think she's into girls."
"I'M not into girls! You're saying we had sex? But... we didn't kiss or insert anything! No sex happened! Luna said it's very common in the other dorms!"
"Oh, if only. Although I've never really checked the other Houses. Do you find me attractive?"
Ginny stares at Holly for a moment before answering, her response thoughtful.
"Mostly I find you scary, but I also admire your strength and I wish I had your cleavage."
"So you don't love me."
"Ew, gross! Why are you making this all weird?"
Holly's face contorts in disbelief.
"Why am I...? That's it; I want to talk with Luna."
Ginny responds with obvious sarcasm.
"Sorry, she's on safari for the summer until the World Cup. Find some other girl to fondle."
"I don't want to fondle her; I want to wring her neck! Anyway, you sound annoyed but you look like you want a hug. I guess for the Weasley women, anger is love."
"Well, it beats food being love like for Ron. I'd rather not swell to my mother's width unless I am actually pregnant at the time, and come back to normal as soon as bloody possible!"
Ginny sits back onto her heels as she begins to recover from her embarrassment. Holly decides to tease the redhead a little.
"No chance of a rematch then? I feel I wasn't performing at my best since the purpose wasn't clear to me."
"NO! I mean, no thank you. I'm a bit out of sorts over the whole thing."
"(Sigh). Likewise."
"Actually all this is making me hungry. You want to share a sandwich maybe?"
"...and you're sure Luna is unavailable?"
Holly looks at Ginny with one eye, holding her hands before her as if measuring Ginny for the middle of a Holly-Ginny-Luna sandwich.
"(Snort!) You are trouble!"
"I think the word is frisky. I’m an ex-con, it’s part of the mystique."
Holly draws her ashwood wand from a hidden holster and incants 'Reparo'. Ginny's torn shirt weaves back together, affording the young redhead some modesty.
"Oh, thank you. Y'know, I actually wouldn't mind that hug right about now."
Holly resheathes her wand, sits up and knee-walks over to wrap Ginny in a hug, rubbing the slight but taller girl's back reassuringly. Ginny relaxes into the embrace, leaning her head onto Holly's shoulder.
"No problem, Ginny. I'm actually beginning to like you."
"Because I hit hard?"
"Yes. That must be it. You have no idea how hot I get thinking about Hagrid punching a Centaur."
"Hagrid punched a Centaur? And I thought you only liked girls."
"Nothing is as simple as it seems. Especially me."
"Still, Hagrid?"
Holly pulls back from their hug with a pained expression.
"I was joking!"
Ginny giggles "I know! It just feels better when you hug me if you're shouting."
Holly pulls the laughing redhead into her arms again.
"All of you! Therapy! We'll need a Foundation to fund it!"
Ginny sighs and leans down to rest her head against Holly's chest, tightening the hug once more.
"That's soooo much better."
"You sure you don't want to try kissing? It's really fun."
Ginny ends the hug and sits back with a look of distaste.
"You are so odd."

*

Section Three: Rules?
Chapter 37: Family Gatherings
26th July (prior to Holly's surprise birthday party)

Holly and Natalia appear suddenly in Natalia's flat by Apparation. Holly reels in Natalia's arms for a moment before getting her bearings.
"Well this is unexpected. Is this your flat?"
"Yup. Home, sweet wage-drain."
"What's the occasion, not that I mind?"
"Well, slightly less than three weeks ago, this became legal for me to do."
"Wha...?"
Natalia moves in and snogs Holly with a wet, moaning kiss. Her hands begin to wander.
"This... and everything else that we've done before, is now perfectly legit. I know it means little to you, but I think the law is important!"
Natalia resumes kissing Holly, who responds eagerly. Holly runs her hands through Natalia's hair as Natalia begins to thread her arms around Holly's waist, pulling her undershirt from her denim cutoffs. Moving her hands around to Holly's front, Natalia's fingers trace the sides of Holly's ribcage and enwrap her breasts beneath the sweat-dampened cotton cloth. Natalia breaks their kiss as Holly gasps in pleasure.
"Don't you ever wear bras?"
"You're complaining?"
"Hah! No! I have only three rules for you, Miss Evans."
"Rules?"
"One: don't question anything until after dinner."
"I wasn't planning to, so long as we keep skin contact for the most part."
"Agreed! Two: I can be whomever you want, but I only want you to be Holly today, okaaaay?"
Natalia accompanies her request with a firm squeeze and caress of both Holly's breasts.
"(Gasp!) Whatever you say! (Moan!)"
"Last rule: don't hold back on my account, Hols!"
Holly responds to Natalia's smile with a feral gaze that gives even the nymphomaniacal Metamorph a moment's pause. Holly wraps her arms around her own shoulders, pulling off her shirt and leaving Natalia's hands as the only thing covering her naked torso.
"My rule? Don't stop until I scream."
Natalia kisses Holly deeply then, pressing her body against her lover and then turning her round to grip one breast firmly while using the other hand to unlatch Holly's belt, without disengaging from their emphatic snogging over Holly's right shoulder. Natalia unbuttons the denim shorts as well, quickly shifting her non-breast-occupied hand across Holly's waist and hips, pushing down the jeans passed her hips and over her arse until they naturally fall to the floor around Holly's booted ankles. Natalia's hand moves up to tickle the burgundy hairs between Holly's legs until Holly voluntarily steps one leg out from the clothing pile on the floor, opening herself to Natalia's manipulation. During the movement, Natalia wraps her arm around Holly's before returning to the tickling, forcing Holly's right arm to stay pinned out of her way. Holly breaks their kiss with a gasp.
(Gasp!)
"I know what you mean, Hols. I can't stop touching your body. Every sweet spot on you is twice as sensitive as anyone I've known. I could probably give you that screamer just by playing with your nips for an hour."
"Ch-challenge... for another... (Gasp!)... day."
Natalia's not-quite fondling of Holly's sex entices her to subtly bend her knees, hoping to make Natalia's fingers finally make contact with her pulsing clit, a now reddish-pink protrusion that has pushed beyond its protective hood in search of Natalia's tantalizing touch. Not to be out-foxed Natalia also bends slightly, always keeping her fingers playing with the hairs surrounding Holly's apex, except when she decides to graze the outer edge of Holly's vulval lips. Holly's gasps have become a replacement for her normal breathing and the two lovers settle to kneeling on the floor, Natalia behind and supporting Holly's body leaning back against her own. Natalia moves her other hand down from Holly's breast to wrap around Holly's other arm and then lightly dance down between her legs. Still Natalia refuses to fully engage her fingers into Holly's sex, instead taking a tandem action of pulling the skin around her nether lips back while still tickling the hairs with both index fingers. Holly mewls in protest, her arms pinned behind her by Natalia's so that all they can do is grip the carpet, the heels of her boots or Natalia's knees as she seethes and moans in protest.
"MMMmmm! (Gasp!) (Gasp!) (Gasp!) P-p-pleeeeeaase! (Gasp!) (Gasp!) Please, Natalia! (Gasp!) (Gasp!) (Gasp!) Oh God, please..."
"Hols..."
"(Gasp!) Huh?"
"Love you."
Natalia lets one finger flick up Holly's sopping sex and swirl around her clitoris, sending Holly into convulsions that she can't quite complete with Natalia's arms pinning her in place. Natalia's grip remains strong and she keeps swirling the lubricated digits around Holly's pleasure center while the girl twists and twitches in muscular grief. It's unclear whether Holly's struggles are to escape the potent diddling or to push harder into it- even Holly probably can't say which she wants more. Natalia pulls back one arm from grappling her lover's arm to reach quickly back to her breast and cup it strongly, bringing her nipples to a rosy bloom before pinching the nipple. Holly's gasping staccato speeds up by the action and she raises her body into Natalia's grip. With a last squeeze of the breast Natalia lets go, causing Holly to inadvertently flip forward, barely catching herself on her knees and with her one free arm. Holly has only a moment to gasp at the sudden change in orientation as Natalia's hands meet up in Holly's sex once more, the right arm still swirling her clit maniacally and her left suddenly caressing Holly's backside, following the curve of her spine until her middle fingers slip passed Holly's puckered anus and delve deep into Holly's vagina.
Holly squeezes her eyes shut in ecstasy, nearly collapsing onto the carpet in a state of hyperventilating glory. Her vaginal muscles clamp furiously around Natalia's inserted fingers, her orgasms no longer distinguishable as having a beginning and ending. Then Natalia turns her hand around, the fingertips curling in to rub against the rough flesh near Holly's entrance. With the additional stimulation of Natalia pistoning her hand into Holly's quim, her goal is achieved: Holly screams out in turbulent passion.
AAAAAIIiiiEEEEEAHH! AHH! AHH! AHHNNNNNNGHHHEEEEEEEEE!

Over the next few minutes the movement of both women slows to a gentle undulation, until Holly finally flops over sideways onto the carpet. Natalia sits back for a moment and then stands up, carefully and quietly removing her clothing.
When Holly recovers some of her senses, she sees Natalia sitting naked in a lounge chair with her hands in her lap smiling but bouncing the foot of her crossed leg in mild impatience. Holly smiles in return, crawls back to kneeling and knee-walks over to Natalia's chair. Holly reaches both hands up to Natalia's face and draws her into a deep kiss. Holly's irrepressible full smile returns as she draws back from the snog.
"Natalia, you are amazing. Thank you."
"Yah, I am! So, why don't you wear bras?"
Holly looks at Natalia in amused confusion for a moment before settling back to think for a moment.
"I'll ask you the counter-question- why DO you wear bras?"
"Well, to give me luvlies the support..."
Natalia cradles her breasts in her hands to demonstrate. They are perfect, with perfectly round areolae in the perfect place and becoming once more perfectly puckered as the nipples harden from the attention. Holly gazes at them fondly for a moment before responding.
"Except that you have complete control over your skin and musculature. You especially wouldn't need to wear them, whereas I can just keep mine in control with the Support Charm."
"Yeah, but most girls can't do that away from school until they're of age... so they just get used to wearing the boulder-holsters."
"But I can, because I can cast almost any Charm by touch wandlessly."
To prove the point, Holly taps each of her boots, causing the footwear and socks beneath to disappear, reappearing beneath Natalia's chair.
"Just grab your teats discretely as you need to, eh? Don't you think you'll be drawing more attention to them that way, though?"
"Natalia, stand up."
Natalia stands up out of the chair and Holly moves to stand in front of her, stepping back to separate them by a few feet.
"You've got six inches on me in height. If you were a bloke, what's the likelihood that you won't be staring at my breasts at this range, seeing how you already have to look down to face me?"
"Zero. Being a bloke having nothing to do with it."
"Exactly."
"Aren't you worried about drooping, long-term?"
"Natalia, I am more concerned with surviving, long-term. Should I make it to my fifties and find that my breasts aren't as perky as I'd prefer, let's assume I'll have the time to figure out how to fix that. In the meantime, I'd like to live with as few bindings around my body as I can manage."
"I can't believe I didn't think of that! I'm joining the bra-less revolution."
"Well, allow me to aid in your liberation! May I whisper the secret password to your nipples?"
Natalia raises her arms above her head, presenting her chest to Holly's gaze prominently.
"Please do!"
Holly steps forward and immediately begins licking Natalia's right nipple while gently clutching her left breast, rubbing it softly in a rotating motion. Natalia immediately closes her eyes and moans in appreciation. Holly's left hand caresses down Natalia's side and hip, stopping to gently pinch her arse. Natalia's right leg lifts slightly and Holly moves her own left leg between Natalia's thighs, nudging the taller woman's exposed Mons with her hip bone. Natalia releases a quick gasp and her arms drop to loosely wrap around Holly's shoulders. Holly's nipple-licking advances in pace, inducing more regular catches of breath from her favorite Auror.
"Hols, you taking me to bed soon?"
Holly says nothing but continues to lave at Natalia's right breast, alternately licking and pulling at it with her teeth. An over-enthusiastic pull causes Natalia to seethe, and Holly uses the moment to lift up the girl by the arse. Natalia takes the cue and wraps her legs around Holly's waist, and Holly then walks the intertwined pair into Natalia's kitchen, placing her friend onto the counter space but never detaching from her insistent breast-care.
"Mmmhh! MMMMhh! Oh, Hols! Oh, Hols! Mmmmhh!"
Holly breaks from laving Natalia's breast, causing a momentary whine from the Auror.
"I have a better place planned for my tongue."
"Hold it!"
"What?"
"Switch positions!"
"Why?"
"Because... it's my flat."
Holly looks straight into Natalia's eyes then and her friend nearly convulses in reaction to the look of lust Holly is showing her. Natalia almost looks fearful and docile as she clutches Holly's hand against her breast.
"P-please, let me love you Holly."
Holly smiles back at Natalia, feeling her heart skip a beat. The Auror slips down from the counter, turning them in place and moving Holly's hips until she backs into the edge, hopping up on the countertop to sit at attention. Natalia moves immediately to kiss Holly but teases her by pulling up Holly's ribcage at the last moment, dipping her face down to enwrap Holly's left breast with her mouth. The sudden movement and warm, wet attention kicks off Holly's heavy breathing, resulting in her breast being pushed more emphatically into Natalia's hungry mouth. Holly rolls her head back, moaning in appreciation of Natalia's ministrations, doubling the groans in volume when Natalia grasps her right breast in tandem attention. Holly's moans come quicker and she begins to rock her pelvis forward as the suckling brings her near to ecstasy. Natalia chooses this moment to disengage her lips and hands to step back and grin at Holly.
"Good so far?"
"UHHN? UNNHH!"
Natalia reaches forward and grips both Holly's breasts while clashing into a passionate kiss to stop Holly's comedic whine of annoyance. Within minutes Holly's moaning enjoyment of the snog becomes an insistent short growl of rising excitement. Natalia breaks off the kiss once more, though continuing to thumb and massage Holly's breasts. Holly's protest is immediate and clearly voiced.
"Finish what you start, you wench!"
Natalia drops to kneeling in front of Holly's apex, letting her right hand caress down Holly's ribs as she uses her left hand to push Holly's right thigh upward, opening the girl's sexual gates before her. Natalia takes a moment of concentration, and extends a serpentine tongue not unlike Holly's own, flicking it out to tease Holly's outer labia. The witch gasps out in excitement and then sucks in a great gulp of air as Natalia's tongue continues the work, licking and flicking Holly's sensitive tissues, encouraging her to shuffle forward until Holly chooses to prop herself at the edge of the counter by her feet, exposing her moistened vulva to Natalia's full scrutiny. Natalia begins tonguing the depths of Holly's entrance like a firm, fleshy jackhammer, quickly bringing Holly to incoherent gasps of excitement. Once Natalia is sure Holly is close to (another) orgasm, she dips her tongue deep into her friend's folds while twisting her mouth around Holly's passion nub, essentially snogging the Hell out of the witch's entire sexual center. Holly grips Natalia by the hair with one hand, balancing herself on the counter with the other and rides Natalia's face through several minutes of thunderous orgasms. Natalia clutches and grips Holly's arse cheeks firmly to keep engaged and enhance her lover's time of passionate release. At the end of Holly's bucking performance, she releases the death-grip on her lover's face and collapses back onto the stainless steel surface. Natalia pops up immediately and draws Holly in for a passionate snog. Holly wraps her arms loosely around Natalia's shoulders for the kiss, nearly tipping them over as she starts listing to the left in dizziness from her ecstasy, though Natalia keeps them from collapsing.
They break the kiss and look at each other with loving smiles.
"What did I ever do to deserve you, Natalia?"
"You were you."
"Ohhhhhhh! What?"
"Try not to think too hard, fearless leader."
Natalia then sweeps Holly into her arms like a bride, bringing Holly into her bedroom and placing her on the mattress.
"Roll over- we're doing massages next."
Holly quickly rolls to face down, and Natalia starts dribbling warmed scented oil from a carafe on Natalia's side table onto Holly's back. Holly moans under Natalia's ministrations, the Auror taking much care and enjoyment in massaging the oil into Holly's Quidditch- and sex-sore muscles.
"You really had this all prepared, didn't you?"
"I was inspired."

Later...

"So, why am I going to impersonate a doctor from a sci-fi telly show?"
"Well, I can't recall what your first memorable sexual experience was..."
"Birth, pretty much."
Holly looks at Natalia, but the metamorph doesn't display any hint of teasing or exaggeration.
"Umm... okay... well mine was during this time a few years back right before I came to Hogwarts. I had my own room right next to Dudley's and he kept watching Star Trek at night. Well one night when I hadn't had a horrible day I was sort of floating in and out of sleep and started to get turned on, while Dudley is watching 'The Trouble with Tribbles', right? Well they kept making that purring noise and I could hear Uhura saying 'I hadn't intended to, sir, but the tribble had other plans' and that's right around the time my first orgasm hit. I remember getting particularly turned-on while Bones was describing their mating cycle- 'well it turns out they're born pregnant; which is a real time-saver!'... aaaand rapture, the sequel! Since then I've always associated that Southern Gentleman's drawl with a sexy doctor. He talks a lot in that episode- it can be quite nostalgic for me."
"And you aren't asking for Uhura because...?"
"Gwenog is younger, sexier and has the same sort of sultry voice. Plus, y'know, tattoos! Believe me, when you pulled that one for me I thought it was a birthday present!"
(Cough, Cough!)
"Have you been smoking your mum's menthols again?"

*

Section Four: Echo
Chapter 37: Family Gatherings
1st August

Holly wakes up from another horrible nightmare to find Narcissa sitting on a tufted ottoman beside her bed, applying a damp cloth to her forehead. Lady Malfoy is dressed in a floor-length white negligee with fabric about as sheer as the gauze used in Holly's gown to mask her scars. Narcissa's face is the perfect semblance of caring concern, her position a demonstration of grace in repose.
"Holly, are you alright? You were having some sort of night terror. Blood was seeping from your... scar." Narcissa moves forward with the damp cloth again, bringing her aroused state to Holly's attention.
"I was having a bad dream. Thank you for your concern, but why are you here?"
"My personal elf came to me in concern for your condition. I know something of... nightmares. I came to see if I could help you." Narcissa assumes a convincing 'haunted' look before continuing to dab the cloth on Holly's forehead. "Is there anything I can do for you, to help ease your troubled mind?" Narcissa sets the cloth onto the end table. Her breath catches in her throat as she rises from the footstool to sit on the bed next to Holly, looking down to the girl's satin-covered chest even as she reaches to tenderly brush some hair away from her forehead. Narcissa's other hand grazes against Holly's breast as she moves her body closer to Holly's.
"Well... "
"ANYthing, Holly. It would mean more to me than you know, to have someone appreciate the kindness, the tenderness that I can offer you." Her imploring twist as Narcissa says 'anything' rubs their breasts together through the thinnest layers of fabric between them. "This house can be so cold, so... isolating."
Narcissa leans forward, her eyes closing to slits as she opens her moistened lips and presses them against Holly's interrupted protest. Holly relaxes into the soft, expertly-moving lips of her hostess. At first Holly is merely polite in accepting the kiss, but as the pale blonde woman glides her mouth against Holly's in a taunting, enticing way, Holly's tongue reaches forward of its own will to tickle the darting muscle that glances against her teeth asking for entrance. Quickly, both women find their breathing accelerating with the dolphin-like play of their intertwining tongues. Holly lifts up from the bed and deepens the kiss, snaking her hand up Narcissa's shoulder to reach back through her gossamer curtain of tresses and caress the nape of her neck, holding the older woman's face to her own as they kiss deeply.
The kisses become more insistent, and Holly shifts to a balanced sitting up position so that they both can use their arms to embrace the other, caressing and tickling in sensitive spots. Fairly quickly, Narcissa's excitement gets the better of her and she begins to moan. Holly breaks their kiss while drawing Narcissa up to kneeling on the bed. Holly stares deeply into the woman's lidded eyes.
"You certainly have a strong stomach, don't you?"
Narcissa's sudden eye-pop of surprise betrays her, and Holly uses the non-sequitur to invade Narcissa's mind.

I am not the most sexually twisted creature you will ever meet. Narcissa wins.

Within her mind I can see a vast display case of treasures. In the deeper corners where the lighting is poor, I sense a well-trod mental pathway, obscured from obvious importance. I enter a memory represented by a figurine of two doves circling a water fountain.
Lucius and Narcissa are nearly naked and sweating, facing off against each other in some sort of wrestling match on a warm balcony, possibly overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. What makes the memory interesting is Narcissa's black strap-on phallus waving threateningly at Lucius. They engage in another combative clench and Narcissa succeeds in flipping Lucius around in a desperate move that causes her own arm to dislocate. Despite the pain, Narcissa presses her positional advantage, allowing the enchanted organ-substitute to worm its way up Lucius' arse while she keeps him pinned. Once fully inserted, Narcissa begins drilling her husband mercilessly. The dildo is feeding an inverse sensation up into her vagina through some sort of anchoring hook, providing her a similar experience to a male's in the process. Narcissa growls and grunts with glee, using the pain from her flapping arm to extend the length of her buggering of Lucius until she finally achieves a meaningful release sometime after his second groan of orgasm beneath her leaves yet another lost sample of potential Malfoys in the rug.
Narcissa pulls out of her husband's rear rather abruptly. She flops backward forcefully and screams in pain, her shoulder popping back into place as she lands on her back. Lucius tenderly crawls up to kneeling to regard his wife with a gimlet eye.
"Good. You should suffer for that. I doubt you'll ever best me again, my dear."
"(Hahh!) (Hahh!) To your everlasting frustration, (Hahh!) (Hahh!) my lord. I do not recall us both (Hahh!) (Hahh!) ever finding such satisfaction before. (Hahh!) (Hahh!)"
"Nevertheless. Turn over."
"Make me."
"Take off that ridiculous contraption."
"Don't you like it?"
"I do. I love it. But at some point... we are intended to produce an heir."
Narcissa’s look of disgust is evident.
"Lucius, must we?"
"Enough! Prepare yourself for me! I may never find enough ardour for this sort of... play... for decades! You have been provocative. Now kneel!"
Narcissa shamefully removes her belted-on device and takes a position with her head to the floor and her arse sticking up for Lucius' use. Narcissa grimaces as she feels him enter her vagina.
"Please my lord, do this quickly. I'm already near to sickness in shame over the mistake of my gender. Take me, and plunder my treasures so that I may know your true feelings."
Lucius stops his shag to pull Narcissa's head from the rug by her hair, slapping her face with the other hand before releasing his wife to smack her head into the floor.
"Shut up you miserable wretch!"
Narcissa shudders as she tastes the blood in her mouth from her split lip.
"Y-y-yesssss, my lord..."

Armed with my insight, I responded in a way I doubt she was expecting, as it really threw her off her game.

"Narcissa, I cannot thank you enough for all that I think you are offering me, but to be plain I cannot make love with someone until I love them. We've only just met."
"I said nothing about love."
"True. If I would venture a guess, I'd say you were hoping for us to fuck ourselves silly."
"You needn't use such vulgar terms..."
Narcissa's weak complaint is interrupted by Holly licking down her neck while dragging her left hand up Narcissa's side to cup her breast.
"And if we were to suspend the hospitality vows in this room for an hour, you're hoping to give me a new scar for my collection..." Holly's right hand pulls down slowly between the lapels of her satin top, cutting away buttons to reveal her pale, scarred breasts. She pulls at the bottom seam to slip part of the fabric from her shoulder, exposing herself further.
"Something jagged and bloody, that you could lick. I would gasp and scream in pain while you dragged your claws across my breasts or around my hips..."
Narcissa's breathing comes fast and shallow.
"Maybe you'd want to have your wand holstered deep in my arse, engorged to the size of a mule's todger, while I pleaded with you to stop, but not stop, yes?
"YYYeesssssss! I agree! By my magic I suspend the vows of hospitality with Holly Evans for one hour!"
"So mote it be..."
SMACK! Holly's backhand sends Narcissa sprawling across the bed in shock, a bit of blood from her mouth spraying across the bedspread.
"But that's not happening to me. I presume you also enjoy being on the receiving end of such forceful interplay."
"I think... that you presume too much, Miss Black." Narcissa looks at Holly with fear from over her shoulder. Fear and desire.
"I'm Miss Black again?"
"Well..."
"You will call me MISTRESS Black! Now come here, so that I can heal your bruise."
Narcissa quickly crawls across the bedspread and turns her face upward towards Holly's, aiming her swelling cheek to the girl's face for review. Holly reaches up and wandlessly casts Torpeo and a regenerative charm onto her wound. Narcissa almost looks depressed by the near-professional results, though she's still breathing heavily with every command Holly gives.
"Now, tell me why you're really here tonight."
"No... Mistress Black."
Holly twists Narcissa's arm behind her back, eliciting a POP and a scream of pain(?) from her hostess-cum-bedslave.
"Oops. (Sigh) I'm stuck. How do I make you talk if you're enjoying everything I do to you?"
Narcissa gasps out a response between pain-induced groans.
"E-e-experimennnnnntation... (Gasp!) ... my Mistress."
"You know that there's something fundamentally wrong with you, right?"
"N-no! Please teach me what I should kn-kn-knoowwwww..."
Holly squeezes her eyes shut in frustration, one hand rubbing her forehead while the other pulls upward again on Narcissa's dislocated shoulder.
"AAAIIEEEhhhhh! Y-y-you've done this before my Mistress!"
"Uhh, no. Just a natural, I guess."

Boy was Cissy pissed when I healed her. I should have known an Obliviate was in my future. I mean really- what sort of person goes into their guest's bedroom to seduce a girl they believe is no older than fourteen, and then allows said waif to dominate her into submission? I'll tell you- it's the type that thinks she's actually a man inside but is cursed to be trapped in the body of the 'weaker sex'. Narcissa would be a beautiful woman, if she weren't some bizarre regrowth of Lucius in female form with mountainous issues about esteem and identity. Even her presence in the room was just a remote version of Lucius' will being enacted in the form they assumed would be most likely to succeed in lowering my defenses. Narcissa is an echo of Lucius; a weaker, twisted reflection of the original that has nothing to say for herself. Doesn't mean she isn't drop-dead sexy, though. Just mental.
Hmmm.
Bellatrix is sexually homicidal and married to two brothers (or so Natalia reports), Narcissa believes she's a gay man trapped in a woman's body, Sirius may qualify as a dog on many levels and Tonks hasn't met an attractive mammal she hasn't wanted to bed. Of course, I'm an at-will duo-sexual with two souls, few inhibitions and a ten-inch tongue when I need it. Yup; I'm a Black alright. As for the pot calling the kettle such, I think I've cast my last aspersion on anyone else's sexuality. Though it makes me wonder about Andromeda... I'll bet any taker a hundred galleons that she's lactose-intolerant if it turns out she's just a heterosexual woman who smokes.

Newt, can we just take out this whole thing? For once, I'm embarrassed to confess the details of my indiscretions to Minerva. I don't think she needs to know how far this went.

Okay, Mum. I'll just make a copy for my own purposes...

You're going to what, now? Newt? NEWT!

*

Section Five: World Cup Indiscretions
Chapter 38: Sports and Entertainment
20th-24th August

Well Mum, I had a riotous good time at the World Cup. I've already transcribed a bunch of stories for my next anthology, but I thought you might be curious about a few events I saw, affecting or involving people that you know.

A tale about control

[In the dark quiet of a late night, when most others are seeking their bed after a long day's adventure, my attention is drawn to a tent of gold-trailed Sapphire satin. It's not the fabric that draws my attention, but the sound of a slap, repeated every few seconds.]
Candles are lit all around the edge of the room, providing an eerie flash of shadows upon the opaque curtains. In the center of the room is a large square mattress. Standing at the edge of the cushion-covered bed is Padma Patil, her otherwise uncovered golden skin offset and highlighted deliciously by ornate gold and lapis jewelry around her neck, waist and ankles. Kneeling before her with one of her legs propped upon his shoulder is Dean Thomas, his face enthusiastically buried within the folds of her sex, his hands bound behind his back with tightly-tied gold curtain pulls. Padma seethes in enjoyment but wears a face of anger and resentment, her arm frequently swinging a narrow riding crop down upon the dark-skinned boy's back or wrists, depending on how careful her aim might be.
"Lick! (Smack!) Nibble! (Smack!) How often must I instruct you in this you filthy beast! (Smack!) You are as talentless and forgetful as a vermin! (Gasp!) Yesssss! No! (Smack!) Tease a little!"
Dean begins to flinch more as the strikes become more frequent with Padma's rising ardour.
"Better! Ohhh! Bett... better. (Smack!) More. (Smack!) More! (Smack!) Yes! (Smack!) MORE! (Smack!) YESS!"
Dean leans back from his engagement of Padma's oral pleasuring and looks up at her as she raises her weapon to swing it with glee. Dean's look freezes Padma mid-swing.
"STOP. Hitting. Me."
Padma's face shifts from anger and frustration to one of fear and embarrassment.
"I... I took it too far."
"Yes you did. This was neat when we started Padma, but I don't enjoy just giving you pleasure."
"Dean, I... I'm sorry. You know I will make it up to you afterwards..."
"No, Padma. I... I'm done."
Padma raises an eyebrow and sneers at the kneeling boy.
"Are you now?"
"Yes. Release my bonds. Now."
Padma immediately drops the leather switch and kneels next to Dean, quickly obeying his magically-empowered instructions. Once he is released, Dean stands quickly and steps away from Padma. The girl looks around at her position and realises that the circumstances have changed. She quickly looks up at Dean with a growing expression of fear on her face.
"You... you are not going to... demand satisfaction... are you?"
Dean looks down at Padma with guilt and sadness.
"No, I went into this understanding what we were doing. I'm leaving the same way. I hope you found out what you wanted to."
Dean turns around, massaging his rope-burned wrists as he hunts down his clothes and quickly dresses. Padma sits quietly, thinking.
"Dean, we do not need to indulge in this anymore, but perhaps you would consider..."
"No, Padma. You've given me enough to think about. I don't believe I'll be dating for a little while."
Dean leans down and kisses the dusky-hued girl on the cheek and then leaves the tent. Padma sits back on the cushions, a few tears escaping her eyes as she ponders her situation. A light awakens in her expression; a small smile grows on her lips.
"Done? No, I think we have turned a corner. It is simply another puzzle. A hunt. We shall see how my pet predator likes being the prey."

~

A tale about aborted trysts

"Cho?"
"Oh! Cedric! You did say you were going... to come here."
"I did! I thought you said you weren't though?"
"Ehm, well I came along with Mari's family. Her brother came down ill so..."
"Well that's my good fortune for his bad, then. Would you like to walk together?"
"Ehm, okay..."
For the next hour, the young couple wanders the densely populated tentways. Cho seems bewildered by the crowds, so Cedric offers for them to take a break. Looking up at some of the nearby tentpoles, he spies a small brown and yellow triangular flag flying straight with the wind and leads Cho to the tent beneath it. Cedric touches the post at the tent entrance briefly before following Miss Chang into the quiet, darkened space.
"Better, yeah?"
"Cedric, yes! Is this your tent?"
"No, I'm just borrowing it from a friend. Cho..."
Cedric moves towards Cho, who is preoccupied looking over the simple contents of the interior space- a couch, table, two puffy chairs and a sidetable sit in the center of this salon space, with a flap at the back of the room leading to other chambers. Cho turns around to ask Cedric a question and finds herself in the attractive Hufflepuff's arms.
"Oh! Ehm... Cedric!"
"Yes?"
The Asian girl's smile broadens as she feels Cedric caressing her back and waist.
"...my, what big hands you have..."
"The better to touch you, my dear."
Cedric leans down and kisses Cho tenderly on the lips. Cho's initial response is tender as well, but she quickly ramps up the energy as their tongues begin to stab into each other's mouths. After a time snogging they break apart to catch their breath.
"My... Cedric! What a strong tongue you have..."
"The better to taste you, my pet..."
Cho gives Cedric a smouldering look and after a brief pause of thought, drags his hands from her hips up to her chest. Cedric begins squeezing her through pullover, blouse and bra but seems impatient with the barriers between them. He reaches down and begins to pull Cho's shirt from the waistband of her long khaki skirt. Cho resumes kissing the handsome boy, her breath becoming ragged and nervy.
"Ehm, Cedric... are you sure we should... do anything... here?"
"Cedric stops his disassembling of Cho's outfit and gives her a 'trust me' look.
"Cho, it's fine. Are you nervous for another reason?"
"Well... we've never... I mean you and I have never... I've never been naked with anyone."
"Never?"
"No."
"What about your roommate, Mari?"
"Well yes, of course, we share a room. Just not anyone I... cared for."
"Really? Do you feel that way about me?"
"Ehm... I don't know? I think so?"
"Well, do you want to keep going?"
"Do you want to keep going?"
Cedric steps back slightly, giving Cho a meaningful look before responding.
"Cho, I'm a decent bloke but a bloke just the same. Of course I do. But you don't seem sure."
"Ehm, well..."
"Listen Cho; we don't need to do anything right now. This is a golden opportunity, but there will be others. Just don't start something with me if you haven't figured out how far you're willing to take it. I don't make decisions for you."

[Sensing a less-erotic scene than I had hoped for, I look around and suddenly become aware that I'm not the only voyeur for this conversation.]

Marietta pulls her face from between the tent flaps, breaking down in tears. She stands there momentarily in a barely held-back breakdown, and then jumps to start running off between the tents. Her course is uncertain; she just runs. Marietta's curly locks bounce behind her [with me attached] as she rabbits her way through a quarter-mile of confused onlookers, until she is suddenly stopped short by crashing into another girl.
Luna stands up just as Marietta is bursting through a rack of second-hand robes, her skull knocking into Marietta's jaw, sending her crashing to the ground. Luna looks around the area for a minute in confusion, rubbing her head and sniffing the air. Deciding that she must have imagined it, she turns to see Marietta sprawled onto the ground, unconscious.
"Oh! Presents!"
Luna draws out her wand and levitates Marietta, leading her floating body back to her father's Cocoanut-looking hut.
"Well, I think tea makes sense. What about you, Marietta?"
(silence)
"Well I hardly think crying calls for fruit juice, but since you're the guest..."
Marietta slowly wakes on a loveseat within a pale white-ish domed room. The sounds of the World Cup crowds can be distantly heard beyond a thatched door. Her head throbs, but an icepack is resting on the most painful part of her jaw. As she barely opens her eyes, a cold glass of liquid is pressed into her hand.
"Pineapple juice. Restores energy. Drink up!"
Marietta acknowledges the command with a careful nod and drinks down the greatly-appreciated beverage. The glass is taken from her hand once emptied.
"Lips, to warm the heart. Kiss them!"
Marietta finds herself suddenly engulfed in a soft and loving kiss. In seconds her addled senses detect the scent of wildflowers, the feel of a woman's clothed breast filling her hand and the long hair of her kiss-giver tickling her cheeks as the snog continues. Marietta is swept up in the kiss, bringing one hand up to her unseen amour's face and using the other to gently grasp and fondle the chest so readily at hand. Luna shifts to straddling Mari's leg between her thighs and reaches down to flip Mari's skirt up and tease the inside of the older girl's thighs. Mari gasps and grips Luna's breast firmly, their kissing taking on a hungry character. Luna's tickling becomes a more insistent rubbing and her own pelvis begins to rock in a sawing motion against Marietta's thigh. After several minutes Marietta snaps her head back, realising that she is not just having a wonderful dream.
"Looney Lovegood?!"
"(Sigh.) Well now, that's unkind. I did rescue you from your boggart and chase away some of the wrackspurts that were crowding your head."
"What?"
"Wrackspurts. They make your thinking fuzzy, and not in a useful way. You have so many, I don't think I can kiss you long enough to cure you completely. I am willing to try, however."
Marietta grimaces in confusion and frustration, pushing Luna away harshly (in this case partly by her breast that Mari was still holding) and bursting up from the loveseat.
"I... what did you do to me? I'm not like you! I'm not... pathetic!"
Luna creases her brow slightly as she tilts her head.
"Are you upset because you can't remember why you were running anymore, or because you were enjoying yourself more than you expected?"
"I... I... I'm going to go. I'll... see you at school."
Marietta then turns and stumbles slowly from the hut, a very concerned and confused look plastered on her face.
Luna sighs and sits back into the loveseat.
"Well Newt, I don't think that was the worst outcome possible."
[How did she know? We've never been introduced!]
Newt pops out from under the shadow of a cloak lain across a comfy chair and tentatively walks up to stand on the chair's arm.
(Squeak!)
"Oh my! By my mother's last hanky, just what are you?"
(Squeak!)
"You look fluidy. Would you like some pineapple juice?"
(Squeak!)(Squeak!)(Squeak!)
"Okay."
Standing abruptly, Luna strides over to the icebox and fills another glass, placing it on the end table next to the chair. Newt dives in and absorbs the liquid in great gulps. After finishing the drink, Newt jumps out of the glass and writes on the open page of a Quibbler lying on the table.
'Thank you. How did you know my name?'
Luna smiles while reaching out to tickle Newt under the chin.
"I have no idea."

~

A tale about my mum being a tease
(Text translated from French appears in {braces})

Holly is walking amongst the tents in her 'Jodi' disguise: dark skin, long red dreadlocks pulled back by a colourful scarf and a sparkling namebadge on the lapel of her red golf shirt proudly proclaiming 'Florean Fortescue's Iced Delights: I am Jodi J!' Her denim cutoff shorts leave her attractively muscled legs bare down to the ankles where dark leather hiking boots protect her feet. The combat goggles substitute for eyewear in their 'Lennon sunglasses' mode.
Holly is striding idly this evening, occasionally stopping to say 'allo to a frequent customer or other sort of campfire companion she has made in the past few days. 'Jodi' passes a large and ornately appointed light blue tent looking much like a medieval campaign pavilion. The attractively-voiced woman beyond the open flaps of the rain guard catches Jodi's eyes and she stops to ogle for a moment. Her enchanted reverie is interrupted by the girl's invective-laden rant in French.
"{I have never been so insulted in all my life! This pestilential whorehouse of a country compels me to bathe hourly! How Maeve, Merlin and the hosts of Avalon ever stood to be associated with the inbred dirt-monkeys of this fat-cursed culture, I can never understand! Look! There's one of them now, oozing her lascivious gaze upon us. You! What are you doing? For certain you haven't the first clue how to speak like a real witch since you clearly cannot understand me, you garbage-rutting shit-wearing whore!}"
Jodi's eyebrows pop up and she stops, turning to regard the foul-mouthed girl as she emerges from her privacy.
"{Well? What are you waiting for!}"
"{Pardon me for interrupting your poetry, but I understood you just fine. What's your problem with my country?}"
"{Oh! A student! Nice accent! At least you are trying...}"
"{I think I'm doing well for only a year of study. Please answer my question.}"
"{The food makes me ill, the weather is atrocious and manners are entirely absent!}"
"{Seems related to me. England is a harsher, colder land than your own, so we eat heartier food. The rain falls twice as often here, so you might guess that some of us aren't as pleasant because of it. Yet still, I would say my manners are better than yours. Besides, French food consists entirely of snacks to accompany wine. This may explain why for centuries the French nobility has been invading England- to find women of constitution to bear children, as the French ones all seem to float away in the wind.}"
"{Heartier food? Your cold English hearts require so much fat to insulate you that you wouldn't know a flavour if it danced on your face!}"
"{There is plenty of flavour in Britain, if you know where to look.}"
"{Liar! Only French cuisine is sufficient to excite a French palate. The only thing English food can excite is the bile from my stomach!}"
Jodi reaches around and draws a round cardboard container from her knapsack. She looks around the area and her face expresses a concern.
"{I dare you to sample a bit of English fare that will excite your senses like no other. If I am right... I win a request. If you're right, I shall personally travel to Paris to bring you dinner tomorrow.}"
"{Oh ho! A challenge! I shrink from no challenges and my word is my bond. You have a deal!}"
Jodi sidles further into the shade of the French girl's tent and opens up the container.
"{This is nothing but ice cream! Your foolish bargain is a wash- this is not English fare!}"
"{Are you backing down from the wager? I guarantee that this, like myself is wholly made on English soil.}"
Jodi stares over her shades into the icy blue eyes of her opponent, causing the haughty girl to stare back.
"{Or are you biased? Do you not like... chocolate?}"
Jodi's look communicates the second level of her question, and the French girl catches her breath briefly before resuming her haughty demeanor, though now with less antagonism.
"{Give me a spoon, that I may sample your pathetic dessert. I'm looking forward to some real food.}"
"{You'll get it. I promise. Unfortunately there is no spoon. You can eat it from my fingers, if you wish...}"
The French girl smirks slightly at Jodi's audacity.
"{No, I shall serve myself.}"
The blonde woman dips two fingers into the slightly melted iced confection, drawing up a dollop and placing it upon her tongue. She leaves her mouth open, subtly allowing Jodi to watch her lick her own fingers clean, though she is quickly surprised by the rising burn of cinnamon in the treat. Jodi teases her as she begins reacting to the strong flavours.
"{Are you... stimulated? Do you feel your palate being excited?}"
The tall girl steps backward, her hand held to her lips as she moves the cream around in her mouth. Jodi advances to follow the course of her opponent's emphatic movements.
"{Is it flavourful? I find it unusually potent, but not like a Bludger; more like a fencer's sword, stabbing into your senses, making you feel impaled throughout the exposed area.}"
The French girl finally settles down from enduring the treat and shakes her head of a lingering shiver.
"{It is nothing. Just an overabundance of spice to cover for a lack of inspiration. I was merely trying not to insult you by vomiting it out onto your... breasts.}"
"{Oh. Well I guess I lose then. I'll just take this and leave you to your suffering. I will be by tomorrow morning to ask after your choice of menu for the meal I owe.}"
"{WAIT! Perhaps you should allow me to taste your treats one more time... in case I... merely hit upon a poor mixing of ingredients.}"
"{So... you do like... chocolate.}"
"{Yes. Of course I do.}"
"{And you like to be... stimulated.}"
"{Yes, if the venue is appropriate.}"
Jodi looks around, seeing no one in the tent but the two of them and a House-elf that quickly disappears when observed. With an idle gesture she flicks her wand at the tent flap, closing and sealing it from intrusion or leaking sounds.
"{This seems appropriate. So tell me, are you sure you'd like to taste my... English treats?}"
The tall blonde looks around her and back at Jodi. Lust begins to burn behind her eyes.
"{Yes. Yes I would.}"
Jodi smiles, looking at the ice cream container open in her hands and seals it shut with a twist.
"{No, I don't think so.}"
"{What?!}"
"{You should apologise to me first. Then maybe you can have a taste.}"
"{Fine. I'm sorry. Now open that container.}"
Jodi looks down at the white box, opening the lid slightly and drawing out a dollop of the ice cream. She raises it up in front of the blonde who leans forward to lick it off her fingers, but she is denied as Jodi quickly slips the gob of ice cream into her own mouth.
"{Ahhh! You tease!}"
Through a full mouth, Jodi enhances her alluring gaze with a muffled suggestion.
"{Come and get it!}"
The French girl wastes no time, drawing Jodi into a deep snog wherein both girls swirl their tongues around each others' mouths and the ice cream shared between them.
The tall girl ends their kiss, drawing the confection down her throat in moaning satisfaction but not releasing her hold on Jodi's shoulders. Jodi swallows as well, grinning at her new playmate.
"{Am I to understand that you do not think this English food is abhorrent?}"
The blonde turns a powerful gaze upon Jodi, causing her heart to skip several beats.
"{No. I want more. This is a... special case.}"
"{I-I'm glad you agree. But I can't give you anymore.}"
Jodi turns out of the French girl's embrace to look back at the woman's shocked expression. Some sort of magic begins to build, but Jodi interrupts whatever attack her opponent may be building with a simple phrase.
"{You will simply have to savor the flavor.}"
[Untranslated from here on in]
"Comment? Pourquoi qu'elle dites; 'savourez le goût'?"
Jodi looks at the girl with a distracted annoyance.
"Uhhh, yeah. Y'know. Savor the Flavor."
Immediately the French girl stiffens like a statue, her entire body thrusting outward in stimulation. A glow begins to build under her skin and tremors shake her body from head to toe. Her long blonde locks stretch out towards nearby surfaces, giving Jodi a momentary clue as it reminds her of a science class she had before entering the magical world.
"Oh, fuck!"
Jodi stuffs the ice cream back into her satchel and dives across the room, pulling a hard wooden table onto its side behind her as a barrier. Seconds later, Jodi loses all her senses temporarily to the arrival of a lightning bolt from the sky.

SnaBOOOOOOM!

The tent and its contents are nearly completely shredded under assault by the unexpected holocaust of electrical discharge.

Minutes later, Jodi unearths herself from beneath the wreckage of the table she used as a shield. Looking out amongst the flotsam, she sees the French girl laid out in the center of a blackened scorch mark, entirely naked but unharmed and moaning attractively with her hands stuck between her legs. Seeing her chance to evade further problems, Jodi Disillusions herself and sneaks away past the gathering crowd of curious onlookers. Aurors and LEDs arrive moments later, a tall and officious-looking male Auror approaching the French girl with a cloak.
"Are you alright, Miss?"
"Ca, c'était la meilleure chose que je goûtais, jamais! Mais, où est ma petite amant en chocolat?" *
"I said, 'are you alright, Miss?'"
"Yes, I understood you perfectly! Yes, I am fine! This is all... fine. But... ahh... did you perhaps see a young girl, une petite negress avec le dreadlocks?"
"Um, no Miss. Should we begin a search for her?"
"NON! No. I will... see her another time, perhaps. It might even make returning to this pestilential isle worth the voyage."

* translated: 'That's the best thing I've tasted, ever! But where did my little chocolate lover go?'

~

A brief tale from Florean about my mum being a tease

Florean Fortescue rose from his seat next to Padma Patil, wide eyed expression clearly indicating that he had a full appreciation of the cause of the unexpected electrical strike. The attractive Desi girl was now doubly curious.
"What was that, just now?"
Florean took a moment of wide-eyed consideration before turning back towards Padma and smiling.
"Well, isn't it nice to see she's learned to share? Assuming young Miss Evans has survived, we'll have to have a conversation about mixing my premium products with Tartes Française, for everyone's safety of course."
"That... was Holly Evans?"
"No, that was a Veela releasing magic in full ecstasy. Can you think of anyone else around here that might be able to cause such a calamity without knowing it would happen?"
"No, but even Holly would not be so foolish as... to... I see your point. Would you like me to accompany you and investigate the circumstances?"
Florean considers for a moment and then smiles once more.
"I'd rather not. Either she is in the midst of an indiscretion or a legal complication. Possibly both. One can be sucked into such whirlpools of insanity by mere proximity."
"Yes, that most definitely sounds like Holly Evans."
"I would recommend the Prophet in the morning, should Miss Evans not reappear. In the meantime, another s'more?"
"Yes, I think I would prefer that sort of a sticky wicket, at least for this evening."
"Delightful! You know, I've always felt it best to do my taste-testing in the company of others."
Padma looks at Florean with concern, her fingers stuck partly in her mouth as she attempts to suck the mixture of marshmallow, biscuit and chocolate from their tenacious grip upon her digits.

*




Super-Squicky Omake:
(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

From 'the Tonks-Lupin Formula'

"Are they still..."
THUMP (distant sound of maniacal laughter)
"Yah, they're behind that desk. I think Remus has been holding in some needs for two decades. Best he get it out of his system."
"OH MY GOD!"
I look up at the transparent wall to see what has caught Hermione's attention. Both our jaws drop as we see Gordon whispering into Remus' ear before turning him forward to brace his position leaning on the desk.
I turn to Hermione as she turns back to look at me with an identical expression of surprise, the same words whispering from our lips.
"Well I didn't see that coming!"
After a few minutes watching the two men in Greek copulation, Hermione adds another comment.
"I guess Remus isn't the 'Alpha'."
"Hah! I coulda told you that. The man's behavior just screams 'I am bottom; please dominate me if you have some time but I can wait if you want...'"
"H-have you...?"
"No, Hermione. My affection for him is limited because of his cowardice. Sirius has an excuse for being absent from my life. Remus doesn't."
"Yes, I understand that but what I had meant to ask was have you ever... had sex... i-in that way?"
"Oh! Yeah. I have. It's interesting; a bit of a change of pace, but I can't quite resolve myself to prefer it because of the inherently unsanitary nature of the practice. Besides, unless you're having both entries filled or you've been at it so long that you're getting raw, the proper one feels better."
"You've had... both...?"
"Hermione, I will say this once and only because you're my close friend. Tonks isn't limited in her shapeshifting to only that which exists. She's really expanded her repertoire with my imaginative cooperation and some Japanese artwork from an adult shop in Bristol. Oooh, like that! See how she's extended several tendrils from beneath the phallus to wrap around and stimulate his..."
"I am going to bed, NOW!"
Hermione bolts from under the Cloak and sprints down the hall while keeping her eyes averted from the scene beyond the window-wall spell.
After watching her leave, I begin to wonder if it would be easier for her to retain some detachment if she wasn't familiar with the participants.

Author's reference: This last bit was inspired by some erotic 'tentacle-sex' art. Follow the link if you dare (it's mostly women in trouble with alien or magical life forms, delightfully well-rendered). http://marjorie.auroris.net/sketchbook/