Disclaimer: I would be a LOT richer if I owned HP. So no, I don't own.
AN: Another entry for The Cross-Gen Competition by TamariChan. At this rate, I'll have a whole book written for this competition.
It was just sex.
That was what Romilda told herself as she got dressed. Two adults, two colleagues engaging in a bit of fun, a bit of stress relief. The first time had been after Dean Thomas had broken up with her, a pleasing distraction with a fellow reporter. (Just ignore the way that she makes your skin tingle and your stomach leap.)
It was just sex.
That was what Rita Skeeter told herself. Just another notch on her bedpost, another woman to remember for her wonderful body and amazing sex. And the younger witch certainly knew a LOT for a girl fresh out of Hogwarts. (Just ignore the fact that you can't bring yourself to bed another since you started sleeping with her.)
It was just sex.
That's all it was between them. That's what Romilda said to remind herself every time she saw men flirting with Rita Skeeter. And despite her reputation for a poisonous quill, she was actually very good at persuading men to spill their secrets with a well practised smile and wink in the right places. And besides, what did it matter to her? Rita was just a colleague at the Daily Prophet and fellow journalist. (Just ignore the roar of the jealous monster in your chest yelling she's all MINE!)
It was just sex.
Romilda was a pretty young witch, one who was interested in boys. Like Harry Potter for example, her old school crush. Or Dean Thomas, her last boyfriend. And it wasn't like Rita WANTED to be tied down with a relationship, those got you all sorts of trouble and the fun of exploring new sexual partners. (Just ignore the fact that you feel so jealous when a boy flirts with her. Or the fact that the only sexual partner you can bear to take is her.)
It was just sex.
That's what keeps dragging you back to her bed and her back to yours. That's what Romilda tells herself as she wakes up in Rita's arms for the third time in as many weeks. They both have strong libidos and a sex drive that is more potent than any dark magic. (Just ignore the fact that it only ever focuses on her)
It was just sex.
That's all it is to Romilda, that's what Rita tells herself. Because even if Rita's feelings were real, there's no way that a beautiful young woman like Romilda would want an older witch like her. (Just ignore the persistent way she kisses and caresses you so insistently, so passionately, so hungrily.)
It was just sex. But maybe it could be more?
It was just sex. But that lie doesn't hold any more.
It was just sex.
It was just sex.
But in their hearts it was so much more.