The Taste
A/N: Enjoy this little drabble.
Yeah right, like I own them. Try JKR.
It's the taste, she finally decided. The taste is what drove her, what pulled her on into these acts. It was like an addiction, a fever that burned through her veins, causing her to suck the flavor from every kiss, drink deep of each girl's fluids, as if she were feeding something dark and hidden inside her. Part of her liked supping the moon days best, the metallic taste almost her favorite food.
Not all of them knew she was feasting on them either. She could use the skills she had gained in the D.A. to Stupify them, sometimes to bind them, sometimes blind them, but always to feed her need for lust. She had hunted enough that even the Daily Prophet had noticed. But she knew all the Aurors, being one of them; she knew where they looked and how they worked. Still she fed.
She looked over and saw Cho coming out a store. Her mouth started to water, she did like eating Chinese, and she had feasted on Cho more than once. She called out, "Cho, hey Cho, wait up!"
Cho turned nervously and looked, spotting Ginny rushing over towards her. Seeing her she relaxed and stopped reaching for her wand. "Ginny, it's you. Having a good day."
"Yes. Yes, I am."