Wicked Things

"I'm not in the mood for tea, Granger." She backed Hermione to the counter, the edge of it digging into the bottom of her back as Pansy leaned into her. "Besides," she murmured, her gaze lifting from Hermione's mouth to her eyes. "I don't think you invited me here for tea either." [Look, it's really smutty and a triad, so be forewarned.]