So during that hellish year under the Carrows she had started sleeping with women. At first it had been a coping mechanism, a way to avoid the reality she was stuck in, but soon she realized she'd been denying her true self for years. Something about being with a woman ignited a fire in her she had never felt before and it was all consuming. Having a woman moaning her name as she came from just Pansy's mouth and hands had given the Slytherin a power trip like no other. It was a drug, addictive, and made her crave more of it. The only problem with this epiphany had been a petite brunette with golden eyes and curly brown hair coming back into her life.