Hannah, Justin, Ernie, and Susan are supposed to be the same year as Harry potter in the books (fourth year), but they are sixth years in this fanfiction.

I couldn't figure out which is correct, is it Tonks's or Tonks'? The rules for possessive nouns elude me. Anyone know the answer? Also, if you see a typo that I didn't catch, let me know (through PM). And review if you can!

Chapter 4:

Tonks POV:

She couldn't bring herself to tear her eyes away from the beautiful girl lying on the stone floor. She was like a porcelain doll—no a goddess. Flawless in appearance. Her dark eyes conveyed a strange intensity that made her seem older than her years. Both tenderness and determination. The confidence in her stride was almost threatening. She had this look about her, like she knew what everyone else was thinking, and was above it all. The wavy black hair that splayed around her was like a silky midnight curtain.

Tonks lifted her wand from the girl's collarbone. She wanted to use her hand instead, to feel her smooth pale skin, but she had to resist. It was bad enough that she had felt her supple but toned body under her hands—and enjoyed it.

A dark strand of hair laid across her face. Tonks reached out to move the strand, brushing the girl's cheekbone. God, her skin was soft. She could swear she saw color rise in her cheek where she had touched it.

Tonks was looking at the girl's lips now. They were full and very soft-looking. Tonks could only imagine what they would feel against hers. The moment she imagined it, the urge hit her like a brick. She wanted it, wanted it very very much. She traced the girl's bottom lip with her thumb. She had to bite her own lip to stop herself from caving in. Oh, it was so very tempting. She shook her head. She couldn't. She had already allowed herself the travesty of touching her lips, she couldn't step any further. Senna would remember this. She was awake right now. And if this reached her supervisor, it would be the end of her career as an Auror.

Tonks regained her senses, feeling ashamed of what she had just done—what she just enjoyed.

She lifted her wand, held it to Senna's chest, and muttered the counter curse.

Senna's body came alive then. She gasped, taking large breaths into her lungs. Color flooded into her face. She quickly looked to Tonks in horror, and then looked away, looking both terrified and embarrassed.

Shit, Tonks thought to herself. She had really messed up. She probably scarred the poor girl for life. Trying to recover her air of authority, she squared her shoulders.

"Wandering the castle at night is strictly prohibited." She said in her most commanding voice. "I should report you, but I won't."

Senna just looked at her with an unreadable expression, the blush still in her cheeks. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it.

Tonks' composure was falling fast. If she didn't stop looking at this beautiful girl, she was going to do something stupid again.

"Go." She commanded. "Before I change my mind."

Senna blinked for a moment. Then she turned and sprinted away.

To betray her further, Tonks could not help but admire her long legs, and the grace in which she moved. What an amazing creature she was.

Senna's POV:

Senna didn't stop running until she reached the hot air balloon basket. Her lungs burned ferociously and her sides cramped. But she didn't mind it. It distracted her from the unwelcome throbbing between her legs.

After sneaking back in, she tiptoed to the bathroom to shower. She let the hot water scald her skin. But it didn't distract her as well as she had hoped. Tonks' face filled her mind. Her dark, lust filled eyes. Watching her bite her own lip while touching Senna's had almost made her combust on the spot. There was something incredibly sexy about it—even if she didn't understand why.

Senna's hand trailed down her own stomach and felt her wetness. She gasped. This had never happened before. She had never wanted anyone to touch her before now, and certainly not to the degree. Why was this happening now? What was it about this clumsy and eccentric Auror that made her want her?

Not only was this unanticipated, but also abnormal. Tonks was a woman. A woman, not a man.

She let her fingers rub over her swollen flesh. She bit back a cry and braced herself against the shower wall. She could not remember a time where she had been so turned on. She moved her fingers in slow strokes, bewildered by the sensations that coursed through her. It made her want to scream. When the tension built to where she couldn't take it anymore, she stopped, panting against the wall of the shower.

It felt wrong to come now. To come when images of Tonks flooded through her mind. It felt like giving Tonks power over her, and she couldn't allow that. She was intrigued by Tonks, entertained by her. But to allow such pleasure to come over her with the image of Tonks in her mind…

She wouldn't do it.

Sunday morning was bright and warm. It was unusual weather for October in Great Britain. Senna approached the Hufflepuff table, and was greeted warmly by Hannah, Ernie, Justin, and Susan.

Senna filled her plate with eggs, toast, and jam.

"Is there a shortcut to the library?" Senna asked. "A different route?" She was determined to avoid making contact with the Auror.

Hannah thought for a moment, chewing on a piece of bacon. "Yes—actually. I can show you. I have to go there anyways." She cringed, thinking about her transfiguration NEWTs. Thankfully, it distracted her from asking Senna why she needed a different route.

"Would you like help?" with transfiguration, Senna almost spoke aloud, but she caught herself. She wasn't supposed to be able to read thoughts.

A skeptical look crossed Hannah's face. "Unless you're good at conjuring—"

"Yes. I am."

She gave me a look of disbelief. "Have you already passed that section at your school?"

"No. We started conjuring this year as well."

"And you've got the hang of it?"

"Yes." She assured her.

"Can you perform the Bird-Conjuring Charm?" Hannah asked with wide eyes.

She sighed. "Yes!"

Hannah smiled at her, but it was a wary smile. Hannah didn't believe she could accomplish such a spell so early in the term.

Hannah, and her three Hufflepuff friends, led Senna into an empty classroom.

'Avis!' Senna yelled in her head, pointing her wand to the ceiling.

The four Hufflepuffs stared in awe as yellow canaries burst from her wand tip and soared around the classroom. She let the canaries fly around the classroom for a moment before lifting her wand again.

Following the small flock with her wand, she yelled 'Evanesco' in her head, vanishing the canaries into non-being.

Canaries were easy. In her free time at brownwell, she had already started conjuring larger objects such as chairs, goblets, and blankets.

Their eyes returned to Senna, their mouths wide open.

'Holy merlin's beard.' Ernie thought.

'No incantation? She did that all non-verbally?'

'Her aim is unworldly! Those birds were moving so fast!

'We barely started nonverbal spells.' Hannah thought.

"Wow. That was—amazing. Did you start nonverbal spells already at Brownwell?" Hannah asked her.

Performing spells non-verbally was not easy. It required a great deal of practice, concentration, and mental discipline.

"Err…" Truthfully, Senna had not started it formally. She had spent her fifth year trying everything non-verbally, especially when the difficulty of the magic became too easy and boring. They weren't due to start learning non-verbal until this year, which they barely started before leaving to Hogwarts. "Yeah." She lied.

They nodded in awe.

Senna walked around the four of them as they practiced, correcting their posture and reminding them that the trick to conjuration is perfect concentration. But the end of the hour, Hannah and Justin had managed to conjure two canaries. Susan and Ernie on the other hand, were having a harder time. The closest Susan got was a puff of feathers flying from her wand. Ernie managed to conjure a strange cross breed between a canary and a worm. Frightened, Senna had vanished it before it could give them all nightmares.

They were all sweating from their endeavors, everyone except for Senna.

"I think—I think we have much more to show Professor McGonagall now." Hannah huffed. "Thanks Senna."

"Easy for you to say." Said Ernie as he panted against the table.

"You're a sixth-year too, right?" Justin said with a hopeful smile. "Maybe we'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah." Senna agreed.

They separated ways, the Hufflepuffs headed to the common room, and Senna to the library. Even though she took a whole different route to the library, she could not help but feel nervous. What would she do if she ran into that Auror again? She peeked around every corner, watching for any sign of that maroon cloak.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she made it, Auror free. Now she could concentrate on the pressing matter. How were they deciding the champions? How were they going to reinforce the over-age requirement? And most importantly, how was she going to get passed it? She began her search, ignoring the curious gazes of the other students.

After an hour of searching, she came up empty. All the book on prior Triwizard Tournaments had already been checked out. She had run out of time, it was nearly lunch time.

Sighing, she stood and returned to the Great Hall for lunch.

Lee Jordan approached the table where Senna sat. He grinned at her, then looked back at the Gryffindor table, whom several boys whistled and gave him the thumbs up. They were obviously encouraging him to do something. His thoughts flooded into her mind when his eyes met hers.

'A girl that hot in Hufflepuff? She can do better than that.'

"Hello, I'm Lee. It's a pleasure." Lee held out a hand, but Senna did not take it. What did he mean, do better? Hannah and her friends were very decent people, more decent than anyone she had met at Brownwell.

She caught herself doing it again. She was judging people by their thoughts, not by what they said. It had become such a problem in her years at Brownwell, and she vowed to be normal. And from a normal person's standpoint, Lee was perfectly charming.

"Senna." She said, taking his hand as he already begun to withdraw it.

He smiled, relieved. "Would you like to sit with us?" He pointed to the Gryffindor table. "Broaden your range of friends?" He gave an unimpressed glance at Hannah, who gave him an unfriendly stare in return.

Senna tried to reciprocate his friendly smile, even when she'd rather step on his toe. "No thanks, I'm fine here."

His friendly smile wavered. "I see." He stared at his feet for a moment before returning his gaze to Senna.

'Just ask her! Hope is not lost yet. She looks angry, maybe I should ask later. Arg! I'll just do it—'

"I was thinking, next weekend, during the next Hogsmeade visit, I could show you around. You know, give you a tour." He smiled hopefully.

That piqued Senna's interest. The idea of having personal tour guide around the wizarding town of Hogsmeade was tempting. But the snippets of thoughts coming from Lee told her he wasn't interested in giving a tour so such as going on a date. That idea made her queasy. Senna looked up at him, analyzing. He wasn't bad-looking. Somewhat handsome. He returned her scrutinizing stare sheepishly. She was amused by it. Where was all his confidence now? But thinking about it, she deemed that it wouldn't be such a bad idea. When was the last time someone asked her on a date? Given her reputation at Brownwell, never.

"Sure." Senna said. She was worried that she didn't sound cheerful enough for social appropriateness, but Lee smiled regardless.

"Great." He beamed. "I'll meet you at the gates around noon next Saturday?"

"That would be great." Senna tried to sound optimistic, but her years as a depressed lonely freak had robbed her of that ability.

When he strutted triumphantly back to the Gryffindor table, Hannah turned to her with an eyebrow raised. "Lee Jordan from Gryffindor? Really?"

"What about it?" Senna asked.

'That bastard thinks Hufflepuffs are a waste of space. And he's such a womanizer. Seriously? She just got here and is already trying to get in her pants.'

"He's a troublemaker." Hannah said. "He and the Weasley twins are always landing themselves in detention. I wouldn't spend too much time with their crowd." She rolled her eyes.

"It'll be fine, it's just one day." Senna assured her.

After lunch, Senna returned to the library, determined to find out information about the tournament. Yet again, she came up empty handed. She had to start thinking of another way get the information she needed. But who? There was no way a teacher was going to help an underage girl sneak into the tournament.

She questioned Hannah during dinner, but neither she nor her friends knew much about the tournament.

After dinner, Senna waited for the tables to clear out. She dismissed Hannah when she asked her why she was staying behind. She had an inkling to return to the library, just to see if any of the books on the Triwizard Tournament have been returned, but shuddered at the thought of running into the Auror again.

Once the staff began to stand up, she hurried out of the Great Hall, towards the front doors. She could hear voices in the distance. The vast majority of Brownwell students were a dozen or so yards in front of her, making their way to the enchanted baskets as she was.

A maroon cape flashed out in front of her, and she stumbled backwards in horror. There she was, the one person she did not want to see.

Tonks. She stood in front of Senna, grinning, with her hands on her hips.

"What the—" She looked around the corridor, wondering how she had appeared out of thin air.

"Hey." She said.

"What do you want?" Senna asked her coldly.

Senna's face flushed. Not out of anger, but from her own unpreparedness. With her focus on the Triwizard Tournament, she had not had a chance to process the irrational attraction she had for this strange woman. She didn't have a chance to seal it away where it couldn't affect her. Tonks stood there, in all her glory. Her spiky pink hair sticking in all directions, her painted fingernails, and she was wearing a black turtleneck sweater than hugged her curves in very flattering ways… She wasn't traditional beauty, not the kind of beauty that required perfectly groomed hair and silk dresses. In fact, her clothes didn't match at all. But her eccentricity suited her. It made her… incredibly cool.

Tonks frowned. "What's with the attitude?"

Senna didn't answer.

"I just wanted to apologize about last night." Tonks said.

"For what?" Senna's blush deepened.

To Senna's surprise, Tonks blushed too. Her pink hair became a shade darker. "Well… uh… nothing. I mean—you seemed pretty upset when I let you go, so I thought—" She paused, thinking.

Senna could not read her thoughts, but she had a feeling she knew what she had apologized for. She remembered it very clearly, so clearly it sent a thick bolt of heat down her spine. Tonks had touched her lips when she was trapped on the stone floor. It had felt so good, she had wished Tonks hadn't stopped. But the unforgettable part was the look in Tonks' eyes. The burning look of lust. When Tonks bit down on her own lip with that look in her eyes, Senna had almost combusted on the spot. But it was silly, she was embarrassed to have felt that way. It was just a touch, it's not like she kissed her, Senna told herself. She must have misread the look in her eye, there couldn't have been anything there.

Her cheeks were flaming. Tonks observed her curiously. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. She wished she could escape. Perhaps cast a disillusionment charm and run away, but she knew that would not work. Tonks was far more observant than she first realized, and wasn't going to underestimate her again.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Senna lied.

"All right then." Tonks had regained her composure. "Have a good night."

"Right." Senna said as she turned around. But she could not get her feet to move forward. Her brain was screaming for her to run away, but the other, less dignified parts of herself did not agree. It was the parts of her that recognized how good it felt to be under her touch, even one as simple as a thumb against her lip. And that part of her wanted it again. And more.

No. She had to ignore it.

"What's wrong?" Tonks asked, a hint of a grin in her voice. "Afraid of the dark?"

"Of course n—"

But Tonks had already jumped forward, grabbing her tightly by the waist.

"Don't worry, I'll escort you."

She groaned internally. What had she done? Senna was horrified, but the beast inside her bounced with glee. The feel of her hand around her waist was amazing. If only she could hold tighter. And her perfume made her want to lean in closer, snuggle against the well-muscled frame of this beautiful Auror.

Tonks skipped forward happily, towing her in the direction of the Brownwell quarters. Senna contemplated protesting, but each time she tried, the request died on her tongue.

"Here we are!" She exclaimed.

But before they reached their destination, Tonks had tripped over something, sending them both to the ground. Besides the small gasp that left Tonks' lips, they landed on the damp grass rather soundlessly.

Senna was at least grateful that that neither of them had landed on top of the other—that would have been cliché. Senna pushed herself back up and walkover over to Tonks, who had seemed to have slid a few feet farther.

"You okay?" Senna asked her.

Tonks groaned, but stood. "Yeah."

Tonks had a streak of mud across her face.

Senna could not help herself, she had begun to laugh. She laughed so hard, she had to lean on her knees to keep upright.

Tonks, unaware of the mud on her face, look indignant. "There must have been a branch or something."

"Your—" Senna gasped for breath between laughing fits, "Your face!" She finally said.

Tonks lifted a hand to pat her face. It came away with mud. Her surprised expression sent another wave of laughter through Senna.

Pink in the face and annoyed, Tonks stood, before glaring at Senna.

"Well," She dusted off her robes. "Here you are."

Senna spoke up when she turned to leave. "Sorry, I'm sorry I laughed."

Tonks halted and turned her head. "It's okay. I'm dead clumsy. Almost failed the Auror practical exam because of it." She laughed.

"I don't think so."

Tonks raised an eyebrow. She didn't need to read thoughts to know what she was thinking. Did you not just see me fall on my face just now?

"I think you're pretty coordinated. When you cursed me yesterday, I don't think I've ever seen anyone move that fast—or hit an invisible target that accurately."

Tonks' face, which was just starting to return to its normal color, turned pink again. She laughed, a full, hearty sound. Senna liked her laugh.

"I'm not that clumsy with magic, thank goodness for that." She chuckled. "I am an Auror."

"How did you know?" Senna asked her. She was dying to know the flaw I'm her disillusionment charm. "How did you know I was there, in the corridor?"

Tonks smiled. Her perpetually happy grin was infectious. Senna could not help but smile back, even though there was not nothing particularly amusing about the current situation.

"Hmmm, intuition maybe? I had the feeling I wasn't alone. But I wasn't sure until I heard you exhale." She wiped at the mud on her face. "That was an excellent disillusionment charm though. Perfectly cast. Maybe you should think about a career as an Auror, but then again, it would be hard to imagine a pretty girl like you doing that kind of job."

Heat rose in her cheeks. Senna did not like being referred to as dainty or weak. Her time as an orphan had toughened her. The Clearcil Orphanage was a religious institution which relied heavily on donations, and sometimes, those donations were not enough to keep everyone fed comfortably. Senna had relied on other means to acquire food and money—stealing. It did not adhere to the strict morals the orphans were expected uphold, but Senna never cared. She had snuck into houses, stores, and warehouses, becoming very good at stealth by the time she was admitted into Brownwell. She had to learn quick—getting caught led to disastrous results. She was able to evade the danger with her life intact, outrunning armed guards with aerobic efforts and stamina. Many of her scars had come from those experiences, diving under fences and trashcans, climbing heights that would normally be impossible to escape through a window, climbing trees to avoid guard dogs, and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. She was quick, coordinated, and a lot stronger than she looked.

"Don't underestimate me." Senna warned. "I'm not weak."

Tonks' eye widened in innocence. "I wasn't implying so."

Senna took a deep, calming breath. She was getting heated over little things again. Her temper had always been a burden. If she had only been a calmer child, she probably would've had friends at Brownwell.

Embarrassed by her sudden outburst, she hurried to close the dialogue. "Good night, Tonks."

Tonks winked at her, whether it was playful or suggestive, Senna couldn't tell. It made her stomach flutter uncomfortably.

"Good night." Tonks leapt forward, quickly pecking Senna on the cheek before turning around and vanishing into the darkness.