"Oh, Orli..." Elijah sighed, "you're such a girl..."
no, for real.
"Boys," Hermione said in disgust as she plopped down on the kitchen bench next to Tonks.
"Want to talk about it?" Tonks asked, sipping her mug of tea calmly.
"Not really," Hermione snarled. "Ron and Harry just kicked me out of their room to do boy things."
"Where's Ginny at?" Tonks inquired.
"They let her stay!" Hermione growled.
"Have some tea," Tonks advised, summoning another mug and pouring in hot water from the kettle sitting in front of them. "The way I see it, revenge is in order."
"Oh?" Hermione raised an eyebrow as she dunked a teabag violently. "What sort of revenge?"
"We should go sit outside their door and do girl things," Tonks nodded. "And when they come out, we won't let them play."
"What do you mean by 'girl th'…oh!" Hermione exclaimed as she felt Tonk's hand brush the hem of her skirt. She set down her mug with a slosh, face turning red.
"Are you in?" Tonks asked, sliding a little closer on the bench, rubbing her foot against Hermione's calf.
"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed as Tonks' fingers slipped a little higher up her thigh, then blushed even darker. "I mean, yes, good, revenge, sounds reasonable."
Mugs of tea forgotten, Hermione trailed quietly up the stairs after Tonks, past where the portrait of Mrs. Black had been before Remus had killed it, to stop in front of the door to Ron and Harry's room. Laughter wafted through the door, and Hermione's look of hurt returned.
"They just wanted to get rid of me," she sighed.
"They'll be sorry in a moment," Tonks announced, pushing Hermione up against the door and kissing her firmly. One hand tugged Hermione's shirt out of her skirt and brushed across her stomach, the other picked up where it had left off before trailing up her thigh.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped, letting her head fall back against the door with a thunk. The laughter from inside stopped, but Hermione barely noticed.
"You're going to have to make more noise than that," Tonks informed her, worrying Hermione's earlobe with her teeth.
"Oh, god," Hermione whined obligingly, but it was more because she was squeezing Hermione's nipple than because of the request.
"Still not enough," Tonks reported, drawing back one foot without ever stopping what she was doing to Hermione and kicking the door hard several times in a row.
Right as Tonks' hand finally slipped into the right place, the door opened suddenly, spilling Hermione to the floor with Tonks on top of her.
"If you stop, I 'll murder you," Hermione gasped, thrusting against Tonks' hand.
"Yes ma'am," Tonks mumurmed before going right back to business.
Ron and Harry stared in half-horror, half-fascination.
"Girls," Ginny remarked derisively.