Aurora was among the students waiting to go to Hogsmeade, waiting for Minerva McGonagall to finish her little lecture. "Now, remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege. Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school in any way, that privilege shall not be extended again."
Harry Potter ran up to her, but she insisted, "No permission form signed, not visiting the village. That's the rule, Potter."
Filch rounded up the rest and led them to Hogsmeade.
Aurora would have stayed behind to comfort Harry, but she hadn't fed properly in 2 weeks - Hogsmeade visits weren't allowed the first week - and she was swaying on her feet. Surely Harry would understand. A bunch of teenagers was a grand place to receive the sexual energy she required, but she had refined her taste after centuries of feeding off what would be considered the elders of society, but who she would only call experienced. Knowing and expecting the best made selecting easy. If she gave a teenager their first orgasm, they would become clingy and demand she keep feeding off them. Young and unexperienced just didn't understand she couldn't feed off one person forever.
"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks!" Ron insisted. He grabbed Aurora's wrist and she didn't have the strength to fight back.
As they took a table, Aurora put her head in her hands. She let her abilities spread and felt who had the most sexual build up. Shutting down the teens she felt, she pushed beyond. Ironically, the one with the most was right beside her. She lifted her head and looked at the curvy blonde setting down three mugs of butterbeer. As she bent, she gave Aurora and Ron a view of her cleavage, tucked beneath her blouse and vest.
"So, you're the newest gossip," Rosmerta stated. She put a hand on the table, jutting out her hip.
Aurora tilted her head. "You've someone to cover you?" she asked.
Rosmerta's eyes darkened. "One moment." She called a random name Aurora couldn't remember for the life of her and asked if he could watch the store.
An affirmative was given in return. Rosmerta slid her hand into Aurora's, leading her up the stairs. Once inside the blonde's private rooms, the redhead pulled out her wand, warding and silencing the room.
Rosmerta tilted her head. "Underage witch's can't use magic outside of Hogwarts."
Aurora gently nudged Rosmerta onto the bed, laughing lightly. "I'm too old to be underage."
"Ah, yes. Age of a Succubus," Rosmerta commented.
Aurora bent down. "Hush," she murmured. She connected lips with the blonde and French'd the woman. Aged hips bucked up to meet skirt-encased ones. The lips separated and blue mist left Rosmerta's mouth and flowed into Aurora's. Before she took too much, Aurora let go. "Mmm, cherries. Ironically, I don't like cherries, but I like you."
As she bent for another kiss, Rosmerta was accommodating, but pulled away. "Is it true a Succubus or Incubus can make someone orgasm with a single touch?"
Aurora tilted her head. "Is that what you want? Or do you want the long, drawn out, "love making"?" she asked, slowly reaching for the woman's pants.
"We can always try long and drawn out another time. How often does someone get an instant orgasm?"
"They're longer, stronger," Aurora informed, leaning back down. "You'll be screaming until past a raw throat." She tugged on Rosmerta's earlobe with her teeth.
Rosmerta nodded. "Do it," she moaned.
Aurora stuck her hand down the unzipped fly, under the underwear, and straight to the source of Rosmerta's need. Her finger touched the woman's clit and she allowed her touch to radiate arousal. Rosmerta instantly came, throwing back her head and rocking her hips to make non-existent and unnecessary friction. She fell back, arching hard, screaming loud moans of the highest pitch. Aurora locked their lips once more, feeding on the arousal made by the constant cumming. Soon enough, Rosmerta descended into aftershocks, leaving her breathless and unable to say much.
Aurora rolled off her, reaching into her jacket, and retrieved a small vial. She held it out to Rosmerta. "One drop in any drink recovers all stamina and vocal abilities. Be careful, it has to last our entire affair. Every time, any time, we do this, that will restore everything. If you're with another Succubus or Incubus, it won't work. That is specialized for my partners." She set in on Rosmerta's bedside table. She stood swiftly. "Grab a Butterbeer, put your drop in, and go back to work."
Rosmerta's wide eyes followed Aurora. Now she knew why she refused to sleep with teens. That was intense and all consuming. How could she even think about going back to work when that temptress was in the village?
Aurora looked over her shoulder, smirking confidently. She did look better. Her hair had more shine and her posture was straighter. She would tower over anyone who attempted to seem above her. Her skin lightened into a more appealing shade, not the ill yellow which had begun. Her eyes were brighter and more intense. Her hips swayed as she walked to the door. "See you next weekend," she bade.
Aurora walked back down the stairs of the bar, reaching her friends.
"What happened?" Hermione asked.
Ron was drooling over her as if she were a Veela.
"I was weak, needed to feed. So, I did. Shall we return to Harry?"
"Uh," Ron found his voice. "I wanted to drop by Honeyduke's or Zonko's."
"Very well," Aurora conceded. She was sated and prepared for anything. They went to the candy and joke shops and Aurora bought a Nose-Biting Teacup for him.