Nymphadora. It was an… apt name, for a girl that tried her best to live up to it.

Looking at the map in her hand, she saw the footprints indicating Tonks' location, as well as those of the boy she was with. The way those footprints were positioned, well, that told you all you needed to know.

The last couple weeks - despite Tonks changing her location every time - had led to Morgan finding her and trying to intrude on her training, only to be shut out constantly. She was getting rather tired of being thrown out of the room with nothing but a flick of a wand.

Not even an attempt at conversation anymore, just point and throw.

Really, she'd tried to do this the easy way, she'd given multiple opportunities in fact. But she seemed determined to make this difficult, so Morgan would have to interrupt her other regular activity.

That is, being a massive slut. When not training Tonks could be reliably found with a boy - and rarely the same one. Since she'd gotten the map Tonks must have gone through over half a dozen of them.

Oh, she certainly approved. If she could shapeshift she'd be doing the same thing, just with more girls involved. But that did leave an opening she would ruthlessly exploit.

She was standing in a small, cramped hallway, just behind a section of rotating wall. On the other side of it would be a marble statue of a mermaid, one of many that would be circling the prefects bathroom. This was one of her favourite hidden paths actually. It would be her favourite, if there weren't so many prefects. Twenty-four in total, all wanting to use the same luxurious bath. She could hardly sneak in a quick wash except at extremely late times like this, when it would be more accurate to call it early morning than night and the risk was low.

Unless you happened to have an eleven year-old stalker who had been able to find you anywhere in the castle no matter how hard you tried to hide. Tonks was clearly underestimating her determination, such a shame. Did she think she wouldn't intrude, that she'd be too shy perhaps?

"Thermae" she said. With barely a sound the wall slowly spun around, taking her with it and into the bathroom.

In the centre of the room was a circular bath, surrounding a central fountain made of two mermaids carved from marble, twisted around one another and spewing water and bubbles from their mouths into the water below. Up above, opposite the main entrance, was a stained glass window casting the room in a dim blue light, depicting a mermaid lounging on a rock, currently blushing and fanning her face fiercely.

Morgan bit her lip as she gazed to where Tonks was, bent over the edge of the bath to the right of her, facing the main entrance while a boy - a fifth year ravenclaw prefect - fucked her from behind, moans echoing around the room.

That… Well, that just wasn't fair. Though she supposed she was the one intruding, but still. Here she was trapped and frustrated in this prepubescent body having not had sex in weeks, while this metamorphmagus just had to look at a boy and flick her eyes at a broom cupboard to get laid.

Oh, she would enjoy this.

Seeing that those two hadn't noticed her, she decided to wait a little. It was important to do these things properly, after all. Had to wait for the right… moment.

And she just wanted to watch a little. Tonks was hot and the boy was relatively cute, with short black hair and a decent body, though fairly short. This was better entertainment than she'd seen in years.

Flushing, she sat cross-legged on the cool marble floor, watching everything. Her hand was playing with the hemline of her red nightie, twisting it between her fingers. She really wanted to, it would be so easy... but she couldn't. Grimacing, she slowly pulled her hand away from her thighs. She just didn't have time, nor was she able to keep particularly quiet even if she did.

She took it back. She didn't want to watch at all if the only reward was even more frustration.

Finally - and thank Heaven for that - she heard what she was waiting for.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, oh fuck, oh fuck I'm so close, fuck me fuck me fuck yes don't stop fuck I'm gonna cum-" Tonks moaned.

With a vindictive smile, Morgan stood, walking with soft footsteps as close as she dared.

Then, gently, she said "Hello, Miss Tonks."

Tonks' body froze up, her head whipping around to look at her with a look of horror almost as good as what she'd previously looked like.

Such a reaction seemed too much for the boy, Tonks' sudden tightness finishing him off.

"What- how- when" Tonks stuttered, before jerking and turning her head at the boy. "Don't- don't you dare, wait, stop, don't you fucking... bugger" she said as the boy let out a loud groan, slamming hard, freezing for a few seconds before pulling out.

Poor girl. Few things were worse than being left right on the edge like this.

She had better get used to it. Until she gave up, Morgan would ensure the only satisfaction Tonks gained would be from her own hand.

"That was great" he sighed, looking up from Tonks' ass. He froze as he met Morgan's eyes. "What the fuck!" He cried, splashing back into the water and using the bubbles to hide his body. "How the hell did you get in here!?"

Morgan shrugged, smiling slyly. "Who knows? I was just curious about all the noise and somehow ended up in here."

"Well get out!"

"Leave? But that would be such a shame. This bath looks lovely, and I have so many questions for Miss Tonks here about what you were doing."

He glared at her, face bright red from embarrassment. Morgan almost sighed. It was just sex, yet he was acting like a schoolgirl getting caught by her parents.

"If you don't leave, I'll have you in detention for-"

"Such as why you were having sex with someone not your girlfriend." He immediately shut up, gaping at her with a slowly encroaching look of fear in his eyes. Putting on her most innocent face, Morgan said "I wonder, does she know? I'm guessing not. I wonder what her reaction would be when she learns you cheated on her with the school bike." Ah, right. Wizards. "That is, cheated on her with the school broomstick."

He blinked at her, trying and failing to say something as she watched with amusement.

Tonks just had to ruin her fun.

"Get out of here Thomas. I'll deal with the little bugger" Tonks groaned, pulling herself up from her position bent over the side of the bath, her face twisted with frustration.

Not that she looked at her face for very long, given what she'd just revealed. She'd never seen a girls body that was just so… perfect. It was all she could do to ogle without drooling. Not even Maria, a literal sexual predator, could match her.

She was vaguely aware of the boy hurriedly climbing out of the bath and gathering his clothes before scurrying out of the room. Though she felt she couldn't be blamed as she watched Tonks pull herself out of the bath, her body glistening with water.

"My eyes are up here." Morgan slowly looked up, meeting sky blue eyes that were glaring at her. In Tonks' hand was a wand spitting out pink sparks, though when she'd picked that up she had no idea. "School broomstick, am I?" With a violent prod, Tonks jammed her wand into Morgan's chest, a pink spark singing her nightie. "Any last words, you little pervert?"

Last words? Well, she supposed she did have something to say that felt appropriate for this little scene. "I regret nothing."

No matter what came next, she definitely felt it was worth it.

Even when Tonks hit her with enough stinging hexes that she was left feeling as though she'd been attacked by a bee hive for a few hours.

And thus began Tonks' fruitless search for a location Morgan couldn't find or enter, and Morgans fun chasing after and interrupting her whenever she could.


Hermione Granger

The library was mostly silent with only a couple low voices murmuring a few aisles over, quieter than the scratching of the girl's quill opposite her, still ignoring her as she had been since they had begun.

Hermione breathed in deeply, frustrated. The dry smell of parchment soothed her a little, helping her enjoy the warmth of the room. They were sat at a small table just big enough for the two of them to sit opposite each other, the table between them messy with strewn parchment and books.

"Excuse me, don't you think we should be working together? I mean, that is what the Professor told us to do" she said, frowning. This work was supposed to be completed in pairs, that was what Professor Snape said. Doing it on your own wasn't what the Professor wanted.

Su looked up at her, something in those dark eyes irking her, looking at her as though seeing her for the first time before promptly dismissing her and going back to her own work. "I can do it on my own" she muttered.

"Well, I really don't think that's allowed. We should be working together on this, not just going off on our own."

A shrug was the only reply she got, much to her frustration. What if the Professor found out? Then they'd both get a zero for the work. And what if she'd gotten everything wrong, causing the Professor to think it was her fault?

She twirled her bushy hair between her fingers, nervous at the thought. Professor Snape was not someone she wanted to disappoint with poor work.

"Then you should at least show me the work. If you're planning to hand this in with my name on as well, then I should get the chance to look it over and make sure there aren't any mistakes."

That got her an annoyed look before it was back to being ignored. Hermione grit her teeth, wanting to tear her hair out. So she decided, if Su wouldn't show her the parchment, then she'd just have to look on her own. It was better than handing in homework filled with mistakes.

Reaching across the small table, she grabbed the sheet and slid it in front of herself.

Su stared at the table in front of her for a moment, before looking up and meeting her eyes. "Give it back" she quietly demanded.

She ignored her. "Once I've looked it over and corrected any mistakes." She quickly read through the writing, checking each answer. She paused for a moment however, examining not what was written, but how it was written. It's so neat, she thought, watching how every letter flowed into the next, elegant when compared to her own blocky, unjoined hand-writing.

Suppressing the pang of envy, she found what she suspected. "See? This is wrong. You've put six grams, when the answer is six thousand grams." She looked up at Su, feeling slightly smug. "Now, I think it's much better if we work together, like Professor Snape said. That way we can both check each other's answers and prevent any mistakes."

The other girl just looked at her, staring at her long enough to make her feel uneasy at the sheer blankness within those strangely shaped eyes. "You're an idiot" she finally said, reaching across the table and snatching back the parchment.

"Well that isn't a very nice thing to say. I'm only only trying to help, and follow the Professors orders" she said pointedly, feeling a little stung. "If you don't let me help, then I'll go tell Professor Snape that you're not doing the assignment like he asked."

And once again she was ignored. It was like she didn't understand. Professor Snape would be teaching them for the next seven years, did she want his first impression to be that they were stupid? Or that they couldn't follow simple orders?

Well then, fine. She would just go tell the Professor what was happening and let him deal with her. Su might not care, but she certainly did, and she wasn't going to be dragged down with her. Then she would hand in her own version, so he knew she was perfectly capable of completing the work up to his standards.

As she was about to stand and march off to the Professor, Su suddenly jerked her head, startling her. She was looking towards the direction of the library entrance, behind and to the right of herself, hidden by tall bookshelves. Then she suddenly burst into a flurry of activity. The table was tidied, neat piles of parchment and books stacked to her left. Su's uniform was tidied up, her shirt - previously peeking out from beneath her black jumper - was now tucked in and hidden from sight, her top button done up and tie pulled tight.

The reason for that suddenly became clear as a voice spoke up behind her.

"Ah, Su, there you are" came Morgan's voice from behind her.

She frowned, suddenly feeling… Well, she didn't know how she felt, actually. Morgan was arrogant, rude, showed utter disrespect to Professor McGonagall and seemed to surpass herself in any class that required casting magic with frustrating ease.

But she also helped whenever Hermione was struggling, even if she did it in a condescending manner. There weren't many that had shown her such kindness before.

Whatever her feelings, she was at least glad they were in different houses. At least she didn't have to worry about her losing them house points when her bad attitude caught up with her.

"Morgan" Su said with a smile. The change in attitude was stunning. Where Hermione was barely acknowledged, Morgan was greeted with a smile and eyes filled with joy.

"And Miss Granger?" she said as she walked up to their table, eyebrow raising slightly as their eyes met. "I'm hurt Su, have you already replaced me?" she asked, pouting.

Su shrugged. "I would, but she doesn't have as much money as you."

Morgan's hand rested above her heart, eyes widening dramatically as she gasped. "Is that all I am to you? A walking purse?"

"Mhmm, who else will buy me ice cream?"

"All my hard work, and this is the thanks I get" she said, voice downcast. Reaching across, she wrapped her arm around Su's head, pulling her into her side and rubbing her head with a fist. "Time for some punishment." Not that Su seemed to mind, given her smile.

Watching all this, Hermione couldn't help but feel… lonely. She twisted the edge of her skirt as she watched Morgan give Su a nuggie with a fond smile.

It… It hurt. To see them so friendly with each other while she was alone, like always. She tried making friends, she tried. But… It just never seemed to work. Her teeth clenched as she remembered the things she'd overheard Lavender and Parvati saying last night, thinking her asleep.

She and Morgan were both muggleborn orphans, both of them were much more intelligent than their peers, and they must have had similar upbringings, but why was it that only she was alone?

Looking Morgan over, she noted that, as always, Morgan wouldn't look out of place amongst the rich purebloods. With glossy black hair that fell down her left shoulder, framing a pretty face with sharp eyes, as well as a uniform that looked new and immaculate - even if her skirt was much shorter than regulations allowed. It really didn't make her feel very good when she compared herself to Morgan.

They separated, Morgan looking around briefly before Su stood up, jumping out of her chair. "Oh? Well, if you're offering…" Morgan sat in the chair across from Hermione. "I'm sure there's another chair around here some-" she began, only to be cut off as Su plopped into her lap, leaning back against her. "I'm beginning to think I have personal space only when you allow me" she mused, hugging Su around the waist and rolling her eyes, resting her head upon her shoulder.

Su merely hummed in response with her eyes lazily shut, entwining her hand with Morgan's.

Hermione watched them, confused... She might not have ever had any friends, but even she could see that these two were very strange. They always seemed… close to one another. Too close. They were practically glued to each other at meal times.

"So what are you working on?"

"Potions homework."

"Oh?" She grabbed the sheet with her free hand, looking it over. "I think this is better than mine. You like potions?" she asked, only to receive a hum in reply.

"She's doing it wrong" Hermione blurted.

Su was glaring at her now, but she didn't care. Maybe Morgan could make her see some sense.

"Really?"

"Look, she's answered this question wrong. The correct answer should be six thousand grams, not six."

Morgan just blinked at her. "Are you… quite sure of that, Miss Granger?"

Hermione nodded furiously. "And she refuses to let me help, even though Professor Snape said we had to work together on this."

"She's an idiot."

"Su, be nice. She not an idiot, she's just… wrong. It's an easy mistake."

I am not wrong she thought, insulted. The calculations were in front of her, she knew she'd done them right. The insinuation that she was the one that was wrong got her back ramrod straight and lips pressing stubbornly together.

Morgan cast her strangely orange eyes on her, meeting her own defiant gaze. "Tell me Miss Granger, where did you learn… well, all of this. You grew up in an orphanage, no? I know they don't give out lessons to us poor orphans."

"I taught myself" she said, unable to keep the pride out of her voice. She had worked hard to ensure she wouldn't be behind anyone else, from pouring over the few books she had managed to get a hold of, to carefully teaching herself to write with the quill and ink Mrs Jones had gotten her for her birthday.

"You taught yourself? Reading, writing, mathematics?" asked Morgan, looking her over with a strange gleam to her eye. "Brilliant" Morgan breathed, eyes shining. In her lap, Su jerked strangely, wide eyes flicking back and forth between Morgan and herself. "A child, teaching themselves reading and writing and mathematics? Truly, Miss Granger, you are incredible."

Her breath jumped a little. That… that really did mean a lot. She was smart, she knew she was, but…

She felt like that might have been the first time anyone had ever praised her for it, had ever really even noticed. None of the orphanage workers ever really cared, no matter how hard she tried. The other kids...

She- she wasn't making it up, she did teach herself, she was smart, smart enough to get into Hogwarts, to be near the top of the year even.

But it was only when someone else said it that she really believed it to be true.

"Thank you" she said quietly, rubbing at her wet feeling eyes with the back of her sleeve. Pulling her arm back down, she blinked as she met Su's eyes, glaring at her with more hate than she had ever seen before. What on earth had she done to deserve that?

"Well, Miss Granger, you'll be unhappy to know that dear Su here is correct" said Morgan. Picking up a quill, she quickly wrote something down before handing over the parchment. "Why don't you take a look?"

Frowning, she picked up the parchment. There was no way she was actually wrong.

But then her heart dropped. Such a stupid mistake. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered how convinced she had been that she was right.

And underneath the embarrassment was hurt. All that effort, yet she still made such an obvious mistake.

Morgan was watching her with a speculative look in her eyes, seeming to come to a decision. "Tell me, Miss Granger, would you like me to tea-" she was cut-off as Su shrugged the shoulder Morgan was leaning on. She could hear the clack of teeth clashing together as Morgan flinched back, squeezing and clutching her mouth. "Why…" she whined.

Su's hands moved in a flash, grabbing a book and quickly tearing out a page while Morgan was distracted.

Damaging Hogwarts property. She wanted to say something, but the sheer poison in Su's dark brown eyes stopped her.

"I think I bit my tongue." Morgan touched her tongue with a finger, pulling it away with a faint red smear upon it.

"You'll be fine."

"You made me bite my tongue."

"Your breath was making my ear itch."

Morgan scowled at her resentfully, rubbing her lips. "Anyway, Miss Granger, as I was say-"

"Who dares to damage my books?!" came a shrill screech. Madam Pince stormed up next to their table, glaring at all of them.

Hermione froze. She had absolutely nothing to do with this! She wasn't about to be thrown out of the library because someone was stupid enough to damage Hogwarts property!

But before she could tell the truth, Madam Pince's eyes zeroed in on Morgan. "You" she hissed. "I should have known. Twenty points from Hufflepuff for damaging a library book."

Confusion flashed on Morgan's face for a moment before being replaced with a disdainful sneer. "Ah, Madam Pince, just the woman I was looking for. Here you go" she said, passing a piece of paper over.

Madam Pince quickly read the paper with a glare. "This is…"

"My permission to send books out of the castle. What was it that you said? That the headmaster would never allow me?" She shook her head, grinning viciously. "I'm sure you'll be glad to know that the headmaster had absolutely no problem with allowing it. But you don't need to worry. The owls here in Hogwarts are surely well trained. I bet even the weakest of them will have no trouble carrying a heavy set of books through... unpleasant weather."

"You- you horrible child" she growled, and Hermione could only attempt to sink into her chair in horror, hoping to go unnoticed. "We'll see about this. Albus will surely change his mind when I see him."

"Oh?" She quietly said, hugging Su to her and rubbing a hand through her black hair. "But I do hope you can contain yourself. His room has a lot of… untouched, innocent books. Wouldn't want you getting excited. In fact…"

Reaching over she pulled out a slim book from the shelf next to the table, looking it over quickly before presenting it to Madam Pince. "Here you go. The spine is nice and ribbed, I'm almost jealous. Why don't you go satisfy yourself with that, before you embarrass yourself in front of the headmaster."

The paper disappeared into Madam Pinces suddenly clenched fist, her face red and glowering with such a towering rage that she almost expected her to pull out her wand and start cursing.

But before she could thoroughly curse them all out of Hogwarts, Morgan let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "I'm sorry, you have my apologies. I truly don't know what I was saying. After all…" her eyes flashed with mischief, "you're only going to embarrass yourself anyway with your futile begging. I almost wish I could see it."

That seemed to be too much. Her hand snapped out, grabbing Morgan by the ear and dragging her up from the chair, Su quickly jumping from her lap. "In all my years… I can't believe… We'll see what your head of house has to say about this."

Morgan gave a quick smile and wave to Su before she was pulled away and out of sight.

She breathed in relief. This was exactly why she was glad Morgan was in a different house. While their conversation might have left her liking Morgan more than not, saying such things to a member of staff was absolutely unacceptable. She'd be lucky not to be expelled for that.

She noticed Su stand next to her. Turning to look, she had a brief moment where she saw the fierce scowl on her face, before Su's hand struck her with a resounding slap.

What just happened? The stinging in her face made it hard to think, made it hard to focus on anything but the pain before Su's hand slapped her other cheek. It was just too sudden for her to respond. The only thing she could do was reflexively bring her hands up to cover her face and flinch away.

"Ow! Stop! I'm going to-" but she was forced to stop as Su grabbed her by her hair, pulling her out of her chair and throwing her onto the ground, straddling her and pinning her hands above her head with one hand while grabbing her mouth with the other.

All Hermione could do was cry. Her cheeks were burning, her head hurt and above it all was Su's face, looking at her from a mere few inches away.

"Quiet" she said. And her eyes were terrifying, so much so that Hermione froze, a cold shiver working its way down her spine.

"Don't get close to Morgan. Understand?"

Hermione could only blink away her tears in surprise. She didn't have a clue what she was talking about, she hadn't even been getting close to Morgan! They'd just had a conversation!

Su removed her hand from her throat, but before she could say anything the hand grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make breathing difficult.

"Understand?" And this time her voice was almost a growl, her face so close to her own that she could feel her breath on her lips

She frantically nodded her head, taking a relieved breath as Su let her go. Su quickly grabbed up her things, casting her a frightful scowl as she left.

Her hands didn't stop shaking for the rest of the day.