Hermione took another sip from her appletini and looked again. The woman tossed her long hair over her shoulder and smiled.
Gorgeous, Hermione thought. She hadn't seen this one before, and she knew nearly everyone at the Litter Box. She nodded her head toward the dance floor, and the woman smiled a bit wider.
They met under the flashing lights, bare legs twining together. Hermione's hands found the small of the woman's back, then slid down to cup her arse.
"You have long fingers," the woman said.
Hermione grinned. "I know." She leaned forward and brushed her lips against the woman's ear. "Want to feel them inside you?"
"I already have," she replied.
Hermione kissed her, feeling the lips beneath her own change shape, the hair in her fingers shorten, the body beneath her hands shift.
"Thanks," Hermione whispered against Tonks's lips. "I like you better this way."