Well, perhaps stealing from the twins in such a blatant manner wasn't such a good idea.

Though thinking back on it, she'd do it all again just to see the look on their faces.

She was merely getting a little annoyed at having to deal with them. They'd only just started their third year, so they couldn't really do too much to her, no matter how talented they were. They were just making themselves a nuisance by hitting her with lots of minor curses, like an itching curse that was currently driving her mad.

"I think they may be a little upset with me" Morgan said, face planted into the Hufflepuff table in the great hall. Su was sat next to her, rubbing her fingers through Morgan's hair. She sighed as they brushed over a particularly itchy area.

"You shouldn't have taunted them" Su muttered.

"Probably, but I couldn't resist, and it wouldn't have taken much to find out it was me anyway. Their faces when they ran into Filch…"

A hand chopped lightly into her head. "Idiot" Su said, sighing. "You just made them angrier. Though it serves them right. They shouldn't have had something you wanted."

Turning her head, Morgan peered at Su's face, and sure enough she was glaring across at the Gryffindor table, where the Weasley twins were looking rather dour faced.

They'd been caught trying to sneak into the girls' rooms in Hufflepuff last night. McGonagall's shouting had provided some amusing late night entertainment.

"Come now, there's no need to glare. I know they're annoying, but I know how to deal with them. Just keep rubbing my head before I kill someone."

Su's fingers got back to work, massaging her scalp while Morgan kept her eyes on the twins. Percy Weasley, the new male prefect for Gryffindor, had walked over to them and was lecturing them, pushing up his horn-rimmed glasses in frustration when they shrugged back at him.

She would have to corner him sometime and get his help writing a letter to their mother. No doubt Mrs Weasley would be able to calm them down.

"Come on, we've got flying lessons" said Su.

"Fine, fine" Morgan sighed, picking herself up from the table. "I think the curse's wearing off now anyway."

Together they walked out of the castle and down to the Quidditch stadium, where the rest of their peers were already waiting for them.

Morgan grimaced when she saw the broom laid out at her feet.

"I'm not riding that."

"Nonsense. Every Hogwarts student must learn to ride a broom" said Madam Hooch, bustling along the line of students, giving out brooms one by one.

Morgan disagreed, especially with the broom on the floor by her feet. It looked half broken, it's bristles torn and twisted and a shaft that looked rotten, with a small crack in the middle of it.

"Now then students, when you're ready shout 'Up!'"

"Up!" Came the yells of the students around her, brooms leaping into the hands of some and merely rolling on the ground with others. Harry's had jumped into his hand with a heavy burst of speed that almost knocked his arm up, while Hermione's rolled on the ground, somewhat limply trying to lift itself up.

Longbottom, rather impressively, managed to have his broom jump up past his hand and smack him in the face. Naturally.

"Once you have your brooms, I want you to mount them, but you are not to take off until I say so" she said, walking amongst the students, correcting postures and giving advice here and there. Malfoy looked rather angry when she told him he was using an incorrect posture, despite his earlier claiming of having been riding for years.

Her own broom wisely stayed on the ground. It even looked like it was quivering a little. At least until Hooch flicked her wand and caused the broom the jump into her hand. "There's no use being scared of it. You have to learn to ride it sooner or later" she said sternly, passing her by with a sharp glance from yellow, hawkish eyes beneath a head of short white hair.

She glared at the stick in her hand, feeling a sandpaper-like texture rub at her palm as it shivered in her grip. At least it knew it's eventual fate should she fall off the thing.

Su bumped into her shoulder, somehow already hovering on her own broom next to her. "What's wrong?" she asked, head tilted curiously.

Morgan sent her a baleful look. "Oh, I'm merely contemplating the pros and cons of setting this broom on fire. It would make some wonderful firewood."

She could only sigh and shake her head at the broom. How riding a broomstick became one of the most popular ways of travel she would never understand. It looked ridiculously uncomfortable, especially in a skirt.

"If you don't ride it, you'll just get another detention with Sprout."

"Well, I suppose that is a good point. If I spend any more time with that whale I think I might push her into one of her plants." She wasn't a bad person, she was merely too… compassionate. She kept trying to pry and get her to 'open up', like she was some neglected child acting out for attention.

"Anyway" Morgan started, glancing at the broom Su was floating on. "You seem rather eager. I didn't know you were interested in flying."

Su shrugged. "Not flying. I want to watch Quidditch."

"...Why?"

Su brown eyes lit up, sparkling with excitement as she smiled, turning to gaze out across the Quidditch stadium. "I want to see people get hit by bludgers" she said, sighing somewhat dreamily.

Morgan was surprised for a moment before letting out a small giggle. She supposed, of all the possible reasons to watch Quidditch, that was one of the more… interesting ones. She reached over and rubbed Su on the head affectionately, enjoying the way she leant into her hand.

"Mr. Longbottom? Mr. Longbottom, get down from there! Come down here, right now!" Shouted Hooch.

Over with the Gryffindors was Longbottom, panicking as he lost control of his broom. "I- I can't! It isn't listening to me!" He cried as his broom carried him higher and higher, moving faster and faster in a jerky fashion, as though it were trying to buck him off.

Hooch sighed, pointing her wand at Neville. "There's always one" she said, shaking her head.

Before she could cast a spell however, Longbottom's broom shot downward, slamming him into the ground with a crunch amidst the Slytherin students.

"Come on students, move out the way" said Hooch, pushing her way through the children that had started to crowd around a whimpering Longbottom, who was clutching his arm while sobbing.

After a minute, she pulled him to his feet. "Not to worry. Poppy will have you fixed up in a minute. Come on, let's go." Looking over her shoulder at all the gathered students, Hooch said "Any student that's either flying around or isn't here when I her back will be getting seen to by their Head of House." Then she turned around, dragging a still crying Longbottom that was cradling his arm back up to the castle.

"I didn't get to see it" Su said, pouting, her eyes having been closed as she enjoyed Morgan's hand rubbing her head.

Morgan smiled, watching them walk up to the castle with a vicious look in her eye. "Oh, don't worry Su. Why, I'm sure you can push him down some stairs or something. God knows he's stupid enough to fall down some anyway."

Over with the Slytherin's she saw Malfoy walking forward, reaching down to pick something off the floor.

With a close up look at him, she could see that the resemblance to his actor in the movies was striking, though there were a few differences. His eyes for one thing were a storm cloud grey rather than blue, and his white-blonde hair wasn't slicked back, instead kept fairly short with his fringe swept to the side.

Altogether, she had to admit he had an attractive appearance, or he would when he grew up. He was more on the cute side at the moment, due to his age. It was a shame, if he were anyone else she might have been interested, as it were though she'd rather sleep with Longbottom than touch him.

"Crabbe, Goyle, look at this." Holding up his hand, she saw he was holding a glass orb filled with white smoke. "It's a Remembrall!" He said, a gleeful undertone colouring his voice. "Do you think he'll remember he lost it?"

Crabbe and Goyle both laughed, their voices deeper than she would have expected from a child. Both of them were the exact opposite of Malfoy, with dark cropped hair, bodies already beginning to turn fat, and flat, unattractive faces.

Harry stepped forward, meeting Malfoy's eyes firmly. "Give it here, Malfoy."

Malfoy scowled at him, gripping the Remembrall tightly. "Fighting Longbottoms battles for him now, Potter? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, he's too stupid to do it himself" he said, lifting up the Remembrall, still billowing with white smoke inside the thin glass. "Do you know what this is, Potter? These are used to help toddlers remember things. Even his family must think he's a moron."

"I said give it here, Malfoy" Harry said with a steely tone, stepping closer to Malfoy such that there was only able arms length between them, his hand reaching into his robe pocket, presumably for his wand. Though what he expected to do with it was another matter.

Scowling, Malfoy's eyes flicked between Harry and the people around him. With a smirk, he dropped the orb at his feet. "Then come and get it if you want it so badly, Potter."

Without hesitating, Harry kneeled down to pick it up, straightening back up and turning from Malfoy without a glance in his direction, walking back over to Ron.

Malfoy sneered at him. "Come on Crabbe, Goyle. It's a waste of time sticking around here. That woman doesn't know what she's talking about anyway."

And off the three went, with the rest of the Slytherin boys and two Slytherin girls following him like lost puppies.

Morgan guessed that Harry probably wouldn't be becoming the Gryffindor seeker, at least not this year, but that wasn't very important anyway.

Far more important was this. Tapping Susan on the shoulder, she leant close so no-one else could overhear. "See, Miss Bones. They clearly want each other. His face was practically in his-"

Susan jerked her head away, putting her hands on her ears and walking away from Morgan. "Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'm not listening to you! Lalalalala!" She cried.

But Morgan saw the forlorn look on her face before she could do so, causing her lips to stretch into a vindictive smile.

Teach her to spend all night spewing about how dreamy she thought Harry was. Teach Harry for having fangirls. Hmph.

A poke at her shoulder caused her to refocus on Su, floating at eye level with her. "You should ride it."

"But, come now, just look at it" she moaned, gesturing at the sorry excuse for a broom in her hand. "It'll either break down or rub me raw. I think I'd rather just take the detention."

"That's your own fault for wearing such a short skirt and slutty knickers" Su said, voice scathing.

Morgan just scowled at her, lips crumpling sourly.

Su sighed, frowning at her with her brows creasing cutely as they looked at each other.

"I thought you'd want to ride one."

"Really?"

Shrugging at her, Su wrapped her arm around Morgan's shoulder, pulling her close to her own mouth and murmuring into her ear. "You could ride a broom at midnight when there's a full moon, laughing and carrying some kid to a giant boiling cauldron somewhere."

The idea hit like a sledgehammer. Morgan felt her heart beat a little harder at the vision, breath catching as her imagination conjured powerful images. "That, well, that's a little cliché, no?" Like something out of a child's bedtime story, where a witch would swoop down on naughty children, cackling and carrying them away in a giant bag to be cooked or made into a potion. She remembered scaring her little sister with a story like that, when she was refusing to go to sleep at her bed time.

She loved the idea.

Morgan bit her lip, flicking her eyes between the broom in her hand and Su's eyes.

Well, honestly, she couldn't actually kidnap some child to drop in a bubbling cauldron. Well she could, but she shouldn't, it would be fairly horrible even for her. Though some kids could definitely do with a little light boiling...

"What's the point in being a witch if you don't?" Su whispered.

Groaning, she straddled the broom, lifting off slightly into the air.


Morgan was standing in a dark hidden corridor, fingers trailing across the tapestry in front of her. Golden light penetrated from the other side, the many candles placed around the room beyond offering a dim light.

Anyone in that room would merely see an ordinary tapestry, no different from any other that covered the castle walls.

In the room beyond was one Nymphadora Tonks, apparently one of the only metamorphmagus' in the world. Currently she was tall - at least five-foot-ten - with an incredible hourglass figure that could make any girl envious, wearing trousers with a camouflage design over heavy black boots and her torso covered by a light green vest with a large cleavage, showing off her amazing chest.

But her face, now that was where her shapeshifting abilities were truly showing themselves. She was beautiful, a handsome face with plump, cherry-red lips that had a glossy, wet look, currently twisted in a grimace. Sky blue eyes were framed by bright pink hair, falling in messy locks down her face to her shoulders that looked as if it had been done by a professional stylist. Every now and again it changed colours, flitting between them briefly before returning to pink.

She could feel herself flushing a little, watching her.

Holding a black wand, Tonks uttered an incantation, unheard through the tapestry that felt like stone beneath Morgan's fingers. White light gathered at the tip of her wand, flickering ribbons of light flying away randomly for a few feet before fading.

But whatever she was trying, she didn't manage it. Her wand-tip dimmed slowly, the light stuttering a little then disappearing forever, despite the heavy concentration her face was displaying.

With a sigh, Tonks lifted her wand, firing off spells at the wall with her brow creased in frustration.

Well, this was about what she had expected. Tonks had a rather simple schedule. According to the map, when not in classes she was spending her free time either fucking or alone in some empty room in the castle.

Putting away the map in her skirt pocket, Morgan brushed her fingers against the tapestry, tapping it in a pattern described by the map.

At the final tap her finger ghosted through slightly, giving a cold sensation.

Nymphadora Tonks, one of her more urgent targets. She had some ideas regarding how to… recruit her, but there were simply so many unknowns that she wasn't sure whether any of them would progress beyond mere ideas. Worst case scenario, she gained a friendly relation with a future Auror.

Stepping forward she entered the room, a cold rush washing over her as she passed through.

She smiled sharply. "Hello, Miss Tonks" she purred.

She didn't expect a red light to slam her into the wall and knock her unconscious.


"Aw, come on, I said I was sorry. You startled me. Come on, please forgive me."

Morgan wasn't sulking. She wasn't. She was merely lamenting her ruined entrance. It was supposed to be dramatic, the introduction between herself and Tonks, she'd had the scene pictured in her mind.

It wasn't supposed to be turned into cheap comedy by some… some philistine.

Her head hurt. She rubbed where she could feel a bump forming through her hair, glaring at the prostrate girl before her, Tonks' face planted on the floor in an exaggerated bow.

With Morgan's heel grinding down on the back of her perfect pink hair.

"All I did was say hello. A perfectly sincere, innocent greeting. Yet you slammed me into a wall like a common villain. I wonder, is that how they do things where you come from? Slamming little eleven year-old girls into walls?"

"You did kind of… walk out of a wall, you know."

"Not the point." Hesitating, Morgan's eyes dragged over Tonks' body. Those hips… Shaking it off, she gave a final grind of her heel then lifted up her foot.

Tonks popped back up onto her feet, rubbing the back of her head with a sheepish smile. "So... did you have a reason for just, you know…" she gestured at the wall Morgan had walked out of.

"I was merely curious. Pretty much every night you're out in an empty classroom till early morning" Morgan said, shrugging.

Tonks boggled at her. "Wait, how'd you know that? Could've sworn no-one followed me…"

Morgan didn't answer, instead very pointedly rubbing her head, causing Tonks to wince.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Jeez, I said I was sorry…"

"Come now, you don't think an apology is enough do you?" Receiving a questioning look, Morgan continued. "I want to watch. Your training that is."

Tonks shook her head, sighing. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I really don't need any distractions, and things can get dangerous around me when practicing. I don't have time to babysit some little squirt."

Morgan's eyes narrowed, lips pressing together annoyingly.

This was going to happen, such a shame Tonks was going to make things difficult.

"Look, it's getting late, so I'm heading to bed. Please don't do this again, It'll just make me kick you out, then I'd feel bad."

Watching her leave, Morgan could hardly take her eyes off her perfect bubble butt. It was like every part of her screamed sex; a walking, talking wet dream. It was no wonder she was so popular with boys.

She wanted her. Badly. Just shapeshifting would have gotten her attention. She could become the world's highest paid whore, if she wanted… Or was forced. That body was worth a mountain of gold.

Combined with her future as an Auror - the main reason she was interested - and she was nearly irresistible.

But what pushed her into taking her riskiest plan was just how badly she wanted to fuck her. Given how obviously straight she was, just being friends wouldn't help her there.

It was dangerous, but oh well. She wouldn't get anywhere if she didn't take risks.


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