Ginny

Ginny has her back turned to Tonks while she stuffs her bags into the overhead compartment. Tonks quietly slides the door closed behind her and pulls down the blinds, then silently locks the door. She lengthens her body to her normal height, while licking her lips at Ginny’s plump ass, which flexes to keep her balanced on her toes to reach the overhead compartment. Tonks’ hair poofs back to her regular shaggy pink cut, and a thin layer of childish fat is sucked away by her transformation.

Tonks leans across Ginny’s smooth sweatered back and places a hand against the underside of Ginny’s bag, and nips her butt with a pinch from her other hand. Ginny startles and turns, her face flushed red with irritation and indignation, “Fuck! What the- asshole! Bloody fucker, you think that’s funny, huh!?” Her glare shifts to a look of surprise and recognition, “You wanna fuckin go, huh!? You basta- Tonks?”

Tonks giggles giddily and hoops Ginny’s freckled nose, “Yep, it’s me! I must say, you’ve got a tempting rear, m’girl, I’ll bet you get loads of attention at school, am I right?”

Ginny scowls again, and shoves Tonks off of her roughly. She pushes her way past Tonks, who she presses into the blinds of the door as she passes, and sits with a humph on the bench. “You can quit with the bloody remarks, Nympho, just explain why in Merlin’s Pants you’re here.”

Tonks bristles at the improvised slur on her name, and merely replies, “I’m in the market for some young meat, some tender loins, if you will. I think I’ve got what you want, so what do you say we help each-other out?” Before Ginny can respond, Tonks drops her pants in front of the redhead Tomboy.