The walk towards the dorms ended up being a mostly upward trek, with the prefect you were following guiding your particular group through winding hallways and a frankly terrifying staircase.
It was a small group as well, with the first years being pulled away from the table first by the apparent prefects of the group, to avoid what they called "the crush" that happened when every student in the great hall tried to leave at once.
Harry had once again claimed your hand when you had begun walking, but she didn't seem willing to discuss the action, if from the way she was studiously avoiding your gaze was any indicator.
This would carry on, the walk done in relative silence, until you finally reached a tall door, covered in bronze work designs and decorations, completed by a bronze knocker shaped into what looked like an eagle's head.
The prefect, a girl with short blond hair worked into a bun, gestured to it, turning to your group.
"This is the entrance to the Ravenclaw dormitory. If you haven't been paying attention on the way up, don't worry too much, we have basic maps that can help lead you back, and to your classes."
The first years were silent as the prefect explained, the girls' hands gesticulated in the air energetically as she spoke.
"To get in, you must approach the door." She did so as she spoke, placing herself in front of the door. As she did, the knocker came to life, the metal flexing and twitching as if it were a live animal, rather than part of a door.
"What walks on four legs-" It began, in a creaky voice, before the prefect, without even missing a beat, interrupted it.
"A man."
The knocker paused before croaking.
"Correct… I guess. Could have let me finish, though…" It seemed frustrated as it lost its liveliness, returning to inanimate bronze.
The door then swung open, and the prefect stepped aside, waving an arm to gesture you all in.
"It always cycles between the same twenty or so riddles, changing the wording a bit each time. You'll have most of it memorized before your second year."
You couldn't help but feel that wasn't a very good security system.
The common room was alright, as far as you could tell. There were certainly a lot of bookshelves. Every spare place where they could fit a shelf seemed to have one, already filled with books. The room was well-lit, with Bronze lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The walls were filled with tapestries of blue fabric, and more of the seating appeared to be arranged in small circles around a central table.
Already waiting for you was perhaps one of the strangest things you had seen to date.
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A tiny woman with bright green skin and large ears.
And she was most definitely a woman, from the way her body was shaped. She stood at the center of the common room, hands on her hips, smiling at the group of you as you entered. The prefect seemed to recognize the individual, smiling as she gestured forward.
"And this is our Head of House, Professor Flitwick, who is here, I presume, to finish your orientation?"
The small woman stepped forward, black heels clicking against the stone floor as she did.
"Indeed!" She clapped her hands together multiple times, as if excited. "I would like to begin by saying how much of a pleasure it is to have all of you hear with us in Ravenclaw. You have probably heard the gist from our dear Professor McGonagall, but allow me to reiterate. Ravenclaw is the house of the wise, and that means that new minds are always welcome."
She looked across the crowd, locking eyes with each student. You noted her lavender eyes when she got to you.
"I understand you all are likely a bit tired from the trip, as well as the sorting and the feast, so I will spare you from any long conversation and get to the information you are likely curious about. Namely-" She paused, striking a small pose, jabbing a thumb at herself as her grin widened.
"What am I?"
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A student next to you opened their mouth, but Flitwick preempted their answer.
"And if you come from the wizarding world already, wait a bit and let our new friends take a guess." She finished, eyeing the red-haired boy.
A silence fell over the group as you all considered her question.
You slowly raised your hand, thoughts flashing back to some of the reading you had done in your free time, as well as some of the… material, you had looked at for purely educational purposes, coming back to you as you stared at the short, green-skinned, knife-eared women in front of you.
Upon seeing your hand raised into the air, everyone but Harry took a step away from you, as if you had taken some great risk, and they wanted to avoid the potential fallout.
Once your hand was fully raised, and Flitwick's eyes had locked onto you, did you realize that the woman, Flitwick, had essentially asked you to guess her race?
There were some pitfalls that could result from that, weren't there?
It was too late to back out now, as the head of the house had her eyes locked onto you like a shark.
She came to a stop, only a little bit in your personal space, as she seemed to hop a bit excitedly. You noted how she had to crane her head to look up at you, even leaning back a bit to do so, instead of simply backing up.
You also noted how her head was directly at the level with your crotch, but that thought didn't stay long as she looked up at you with a happy smile.
"A volunteer, splendid! I normally have to pick someone from the crowd for this. You must be…" She paused, biting her lip in an adorable way, even sticking out her tongue as she thought, before snapping her fingers.
"Granger! Herman Granger, correct?"
You nodded, and she clapped again.
"I knew it! Now, Mr. Granger, you have an answer for our current discussion?" She sounded enough like a teacher, as if this was a normal lesson, that it actually did set you at ease somewhat.
You nod again, to which the professor returned it, getting even closer, enough so that her jacket-covered breasts brushed against your thighs.
"And what is your theory?"
Instinct acted up, from years of answering the questions of your teachers at the first opportunity, and you spoke without fully filtering your answer.
"A cute goblin?"
A moment of silence.
"Also British?" You tried again, wincing at the question you could hear in your own voice. It was never good to answer a teacher's question, sounding uncertain; it just inspired them to talk with you further.
The professor cheered, a happy look forming on her face as he hands came up to clutch her cheeks.
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"Corre-" She paused, before slowly, her green skin was tinted red, and her eyes, which had closed in apparent delight to the right answer, opened and widened.
"C-cute?!"
Well, sometimes you had to commit to the bit, as your mother would say, right after she had finished a night of open mic comedy that had devolved into a fist fight.
You nodded confidently.
"Absolutely. I think you are a cute British goblin, Professor Flitwick, ma'am."
The professor stared up at you, before her hands on her cheeks clenched, and she seemed to squirm in place in what you thought/hoped was some sort of happy dance.
"T-t-thank you for the answer, Mr. Granger. You are correct!"
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She seemed to have been entirely unprepared for a compliment of that magnitude, and it took a few moments before she could even speak again, too busy blushing.
Eventually, though, she took a few deep breaths before turning to you with a still flushed face.
"I t-think you are pretty cute as well, Mr. Granger." She stuttered out, still blushing intensely, and then she shot you what was perhaps the cheesiest pair of finger guns you had ever seen.
Turning away, the professor looked at the staring group, who had been watching the exchange with the interest only a group full of mostly shut-in bookworms could.
"Anyways, Mr. Granger is correct, I am a Goblin, likely the first many of you have met. I usually ask that question of each of our first-year classes, as part of an exercise."
Flitwick then gestured at the large tapestry on the wall behind her, depicting various scenes by various, you are now realizing, not fully fantasy creatures.
"The wizarding world is more than just you, and it's more than just me. You will likely come across dozens of wonderful things, and hundreds of wonderful people." She looked back at all of you with a more serious look.
"I want you all to be prepared to treat those you meet with kindness and understanding, regardless of what they look like."
There was quite a smattering of agreement, and Flitwick slapped her hands together for a final time.
"Fantastic, I'll let you get to your dorm rooms now, girls, you dorms are two the left-" she gestured to a large staircase, "-and your assignments are written on the doors. Gentlmen-" she turned to the small group of you, about five in total, if you counted Harry, "-there were so few of you, I figured I'd let you choose your own rooms. There are two beds in each, so have at it!" She waved towards another staircase, and before you could even take a step, you found yourself tugged along by Harry, who once again seemed frustrated by something.
For a split second, you thought she had shot the Professor a death glare like no other, but you blinked and it was gone.
Harry, evidently in a rush as she was, had pulled you ahead of the crowd and up the stairs at a quick pace. Upon reaching the top of the stairs and entering through the door, you both came into a long hallway, beset by rooms on either side. Most doors were closed, but the four closest were propped open slightly.
Harry darted towards the closest one, pulling you along, and shutting the door behind the two of you.
A moment of silence, as Harry finally let go of your hand, seeming to take a moment to think as she scrubbed her hands against her face, back facing you. You took the moment to study the room, feeling content to let her say whatever was obviously on her mind on her own time.
The dorm, which you quickly realized was what it was, was rather nice, as far as rooms went. The beds, four-poster, with privacy curtains, certainly looked comfortable, although you would be changing the sheets and blankets for the ones you had brought, thank you. No matter how clean and nice they looked, you didn't know how many students had slept on them before you.
Or what they were doing on them.
There was, in addition, quite a large empty bookshelf in the center of the room, near a small, but workable window, letting in some natural light. Next to each bed was a large desk on one side and a dresser on the other. In the center of the room sat two comfortable-looking lounge chairs and a coffee table.
As far as you could tell, space-wise, it was amazing.
The only downside would absolutely be the lack of electricity, but you had mentally prepared for that already. You also brought a few dozen batteries, just for science. Just because someone told you something wouldn't work doesn't mean some harmless testing was wrong.
By the time your observations had finished, it seemed that Harry had gathered herself enough to have a conversation, as she turned to you with what amounted to a stern look on her face. You found it quite adorable, to be completely honest. Unlike the train, it lacked any real fire and instead seemed like she was trying very hard to be scary, and failing.
You watched her, languidly, as she stomped up to you.
"You!" She began, pointing dramatically at you.
"Me." You responded.
"You need to be more careful with what you do to people here. People can misinterpret things, and-and-" she seemed lost as to what to say next, so you decided to prompt her a bit.
"And?" You asked, as innocently as you could, tilting your head to the side slightly as you did. Harry blushed only a bit and seemed to find her stride again.
"And there are some dangerous people here who could take advantage of you! If you're not careful."
Dangerous?
"Like who?"
"Like Ron! And that Flitwick woman!" She responded quickly.
"I thought you liked Ron?"
I don't- UGH!" She grabbed her hair and pulled before looking up again.
"I do like Ron, but that doesn't mean she isn't dangerous."
At this point, you were, admittedly, having a bit of fun with her.
"Dangerous how?"
Harry's slight blush turned into a full-on flush, and she stuttered for a moment before steadying herself once more.
"Just dangerous, ok! So whenever you interact with any of those women-" "Who?" "With Ron, Flitwick, Malfoy, Snape, or Hagrid, you need to have a responsible adult there, or me." She swiftly transitioned into naming off people, before snapping her fingers, and adding one more thing.
You refrained from answering that Snape, Flitwick, and Hagrid were responsible adults.
It didn't seem like it would help here.
"And when you meet any new girls!" She demanded.
"This feels convoluted." You couldn't help but state, as you walked to the bed, surprised, but pleased, to find your luggage on the other side.
"It's for your own good, you're obviously too, you, to be left alone."
"And how are you going to stop me from talking to them in the other classes?" You teased, not taking the other very seriously.
"I'll find a way," Harry muttered, seemingly to lose her steam and slump as she grumped away. You went about unpacking your things, the books first, then supplies, both of which went onto the desk.
It was when you moved onto the clothing, piling it onto the bed, that you heard a quiet Oof and froze.
Turning slowly to bed, you pulled aside the barely open privacy curtains, eyes widening when you spotted the large lump underneath the covers.
With a steady hand, you grabbed the edge of the white blanket and raised it up.
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The blonde girl just continued sleeping.
You chanced a look at Harry, who seemed to be engaged in trying to put away her own clothing while hiding said clothing at the same time.
You hesitated, staring at the girl who you had just thrown a bag full of socks on top of, who was still sleeping peacefully in the bed, your bed, in the wrong dormitory on top of that.
Slowly, you lowered your hand and the blanket back down, tucking the girl in gently, before closing the privacy curtain and turning towards the other side of the room, where Harry was still grumping around her bed.
"Hey, Harry?" You began, a bit concerned about what the still-frustrated girls' reaction to the upcoming news may be.
"Yeah?"
"I, uh, found a new girl."
"WHAT!?"
She had quite literally shouted in response, and you rushed to explain to the best of your ability.
"I don't mean like that, I mean, she's already in my bed."
No, wait, that sounded worse.
"Not that I've slept with her, I mean, she's sleeping in my bed."
Harry looked on the verge of a seizure.
"I just- come over here!" You gave up on trying to explain; it was obviously only making things worse.
Harry, who had turned a shade of red that actually concerned you, walked forward with stilted steps, as if her knees wouldn't bend. Her hands twitched occasionally, and for once, you found yourself nervous.
Her expression quickly changed when you pulled back the privacy curtain to reveal the actual sleeping girl curled up in your bed. She shifted slightly, in reaction to the sudden burst of light on her face, shifting this way and that, before finally, after doing something under the covers, her eyes opened slowly, taking in the two of you.
"Mmm, hello Harry, Herman~ How are you two today?"
Harry twitched once, and then twice, before, with a straight face, grabbing the spare pillow from bed, slamming it into her own face, and screaming as loud as she could.
You stared over, before your attention was drawn back to the still sleeping girl, now rising from the bed.
"Must be early then, huh?" She said, as she swung the same long legs you'd gotten an eyeful of earlier, of the bed, and standing. Without waiting, she flung her arms around your shoulders, giving you a tight hug.
"It's nice to see you, Herman. Last night was amazing."
"What?" You choked out, as the girl's arms around you tightened in what felt like a way to touchy-feely hug for a person you met for the first time. Her hands travelled down your back before coming to squeeze your ass through your jeans.
You choked, but not nearly as much as Harry, who had removed the pillow, made an offended noise, before, with surprisingly efficiency, she removed the blonde-haired girl from you with startling speed.
"This is what I mean!" She hissed from where she stood in front of you, defensively. It would have been more impressive if both you and the blond couldn't see well over her head.
The other girl blinked languidly before smiling down at Harry.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry, I should have included you." And then her arms came up again, as if she was going to hug Harry as well, the black haired girl in question letting out a surprisingly snake-like hiss as she did.
Both of you were saved by whatever this was when the door to your dorm, which had been closed for the entirety of this, swung open suddenly, and in marched Flitwick. She did not look impressed.
Scanning the room, the goblin woman's eyes immediately fell on the blonde, and her eyes softened slightly.
"Ms. Lovegood." She spoke loudly, and the blonde's eyes widened, seeming startled for the first time, before she looked around and gasped.
"Oh, this is the Dormitory."
She looked at Professor Flitwick, who stared back with an unimpressed look.
"Hello, Professor." Lovegood, apparently, said happily.
"What are you doing in the boys' Dormitory, Ms. Lovegood?" She asked tiredly.
Luna pursed her lips, then, rather than answering Flitwick's question, she asked a different one.
"Professor Flitwick, how many children do you have?" She asked, tilting her head as if she hadn't just shot a random and somewhat invasive question at your teacher. Flitwick seemed shocked as well, the goblin rearing back slightly and blushing.
"None, yet, Ms. Lovegood, but I will let you know that it is none of your business."
"Oh, the first semester, then." She said dreamily, before giggling.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I got lost, then got tired."
She turned towards you and Harry, an odd smile on her face.
"It's nice to meet you two for the first time. I'm Luna Lovegood. I look forward to our relationships." And with that, the blonde skipped away, passed the protesting professor, who followed after the seemingly carefree girl.
After the professor left, the door swung closed, and there was a moment of silence. Harry still frozen in the same defensive position in front of you.
Harry slowly stood up before turning to you, staring.
"That was weird." You offered.
She gave you a tired look.
"I want to go to bed." Was her response, before walking over to her own bed, and collapsing face-first onto the covers, not even bothering to get changed.
You sighed. You were tired as well. It had been an eventful day. You slowly got changed, making a trip to the bathroom, where you waved at a red-haired student who was carefully examining the books in the common room, before returning and collapsing in your own bed. You hadn't even bothered to change the sheets like you had wanted, just the blankets.
As you got comfortable, you felt something rub against your foot, feeling like some sort of string. Reaching down under the covers, you got a hold of it before pulling it up.
Only to find it was a g-string.
More specifically, you were reasonably certain it was the one the blonde had been wearing.
Blushing, but unsure of what to do with it, you tucked it into your bedside table, where you had hidden Hagrid's, Snape's, and Harry's as well.
You felt like a bit of a pervert, with the collection you were gaining, but it wasn't your fault, really.
That was your last thought before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning found you woke near the crack of dawn, stretching out and yawning as dim sunlight filtered in through the closed blinds.
You had gotten the habit of waking up early from your father, who was, as your mother playfully put it, already an Old Man at the age of twenty. Apparently, before she had even met him, he was going to bed before the sun fully lowered, and was up before it rose.
You hadn't fully adapted that habit, still staying up late reading books and otherwise, but you did rise relatively early.
…
The staying up late part made that kind of miserable sometimes, given that you also had an inability to sleep in, but usually it suited you well.
Blinking a few times, up at the unfamiliar canopy of the Hogwarts bed, you took a moment to properly boot up, processing that you were, indeed, in a magical castle.
Letting out a breath, you shuffled upwards, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you did. You instinctively turned to the nightstand, to check the time, only to frown when you found your copy of Break with a Banshee there.
Well, that was irritating.
Thankfully…
You leant over, digging through the drawer that you had filled with random knick-knacks the night before, among them was a single item you had packed in anticipation of just this problem.
McGonagall had informed you that your digital watch wouldn't work, but she had tentatively admitted that mechanical items had a higher likelihood of cooperating (although she did mention there was a risk of certain items gaining sentience, but you chose not to consider that).
The old silver pocket watch, the one that had belonged to your grandfather, was given to you as a gift when you were young. It was ticking away merrily as you checked the time.
4:27 AM
As per usual.
Doing your best to be quiet, even as you swung yourself out of bed, planting your feet onto the surprisingly comfortable carpet beneath. A yawn escaped you as you stood, plodding towards the dresser. You hadn't managed to fully unpack last night, but it was a relatively simpler endeavor to dig out your toiletries before trotting towards the bathroom door.
You kept a careful eye on Harry's bed as you did. Her privacy curtains were closed, and you didn't want to wake her.
Making it out of the room was easy, and the bathroom was empty as you took care of business, washing yourself, and finishing up your oral hygiene routine.
Your parents had been horrified when they had heard that dental floss was not a thing in the wizarding world, so they had packed you a veritable mountain of it.
Heading back to your room, you were careful to enter again, but you were surprised to find Harry already awake, standing by her bed as she slowly sorted through piles of clothing.
When you entered, she straightened up, turning towards you.
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She didn't look awake in the slightest, but given it was still before five, that was entirely fair.
"Morning." You greeted quietly.
"Mornin'," She muttered back.
You walked over to your still yet to be unpacked bag. Opening it, you began sorting out what to wear for the day.
"How'd you sleep?" You asked as you worked.
Harry responded quickly, evidently starting to wake up faster with the help of stimulation.
"Pretty good. The beds are comfortable."
They felt pretty average to you, but you didn't care to say that.
"Yeah." You agreed, having pulled out the stray sock that had been hiding at the bottom of your suitcase.
"How about you?" She asked.
You began undressing, pulling off the white shirt you used as pajamas as you answered.
"Not bad, I just wish they had cut the feast a bit early, to give us more time to unpack."
Harry didn't respond, even as you continued changing. It was when you pulled up the clean pants and buckled the belt that you turned towards her to see what was wrong.
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She was stock still, frozen, as she stared at you, blushing.
"Eh, Harry, you good?" You asked, waving a hand as you approached.
She didn't speak for a moment before a small, odd-looking smile came over her face. She looked… Happy.
"P-perfectly fine, Herman. Thanks."
You squinted at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, and the way her chest moved with slightly elevated breaths…
That theory from Diagon Alley, that she may have a fever, was continuing to seem more and more likely.
You nodded slowly.
"Awesome. I'm going to go check out the common room. If you'd like, we can go to breakfast together when you're ready." That seemed to break her out of whatever stupor she was in, as she began moving again, collecting clothing.
"Sure! Be done in a moment."
She watched as you left the room, seeming reluctant to open her suitcase until the door was fully closed.
What an odd morning.
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Harry had come down to the common room relatively quickly, fully dressed. You and she were just leaving when a few of your dorm mates were heading down to the common room, looking just as sleepy, and still dressed in their own nightwear. You caught a glance of the blond girl from last night, Luna, for just a moment, smiling and waving at you as you left.
You didn't get a chance to wave back before Harry pushed you out of the common room, sending a nasty look over her shoulder as she did so.
Making your way to the grand hall was surprisingly easy, given the winding route you had taken up to the common room. The paintings had proven surprisingly helpful once the two of you had learnt that you could ask them for help.
One, specifically, a rather fetching woman sitting, with long white hair and an odd outfit, was particularly talkative, to the point that Harry seemed to be getting irritated the more she went on about the nature of hallways and the function of the castle.
It was honestly fascinating, and the only reason you stopped was the sound your stomach let out.
The woman in the painting stopped, bringing a hand up to her mouth, covering a giggle as she did.
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"Seems I've kept you waiting too long. To cut a long explanation short, to get to the dining hall, just take a right ahead, then follow the staircase down, afterwards, just go straight and it'll be on your left."
You nodded happily.
"Thank you! If you don't mind, I'd like to continue- Whoa!"
Harry had shoved you forward.
"Time for breakfast." She growled. The woman just laughed more, waving a single hand daintily, before walking off into another frame.
Harry's mood remained until you had made it down the staircase and into the dining hall. She bit into a piece of toast, holding it with both hands and pouting even as she chewed.
"What's got you so irritated?" You asked, taking a sip of your morning tea. You had given the Pumpkin Juice a chance, but eugh.
Harry evidently didn't mind, as the girl took a long sip before responding.
"Nothing. What's our first class?" She deflected. Grabbing another piece of toast and beginning to nibble it as an excuse not to speak.
You consulted your planner.
"Potions, it seems."
Your roommate grimaced, a reaction which caused a frown to form on your own face.
"Snape's not that bad." You put forward.
"Not to you."
"What?" You asked, not having heard her words.
Harry blinked innocently.
The conversation flowed rather naturally from there, and soon, the hall began filling with other students, and you and Harry were boxed in on both sides by noise and bodies.
About midway through the feast, there was a lull, and through an open window near the top of the hall, flew dozens and dozens of owls. Both you and Harry watched in awe, but soon enough, your brain started putting together the context clues to understand what was happening.
"It's mail." You said aloud.
"Yeah." Harry breathed.
Packages and letters began falling, and soon the sound of tearing paper was abundant. What came as a surprise was when a large Owl, definitely over two feet tall, closer to three, dropped a rather thick package, and a book in front of you, nearly taking out your mug of tea.
"Blimey!" You yelped as what had to be some type of prehistoric bird of prey landed in front of you, looking quite unruffled for a wild animal in a cafeteria.
Harry leaned over.
"You got mail, Herman?"
"Apparently." You leaned forward, mindful to keep the bird in sight, as you grabbed the letter off the package, noting that it was indeed addressed to you. Opening the top, you withdrew the paper and unfolded it.
Dear Herman,
CONGRATULATIONS!
Your father and I just wanted to let you know how proud we are of you. The future isn't what any of us expected, but we're excited to see you become the next Merlin, or greater! We're writing this letter to let you know that we've decided to go on a vacation to Canada, now that you're at school. We'll send you postcards when we get there! We also wanted to let you know that we worked with that potions professor of yours to get this owl in order to help us write you. Your father named him Grendel. Isn't he cute?
Finally, on a more serious note, I did some digging and contacted some old girlfriends from college to help, into this magical world. We found something rather interesting. You may have a cousin going to school with you. Family Records show a Dagworth-Granger Family as distant relatives, and we have it on good authority that they are a magical family.
They may even have a daughter going to Hogwarts. One Hermione Dagworth-Granger, maybe you could reconnect with some distant family! Anyways, I included with this package a book we found on family lineages, which should detail most of the groups you'll encounter while there.
Take care of yourself, honey, don't do anything we wouldn't
Love,
Mom & Dad
You blinked.
"What does it say?" Harry asked.
You hummed, tucking the letter and the still wrapped book away into your book bag.
"Apparently, I may have a cousin in the school. Let me know if you run into a Hermione, yeah?"
You didn't see the way Harry's face immediately darkened at the name, but did hear her response.
"Yeah, totally."
Breakfast would continue normally after that, with Grendel flying off through the window once more, with the short reply you sketched out.
At the end, Dumbledore stood to make some announcement.
He spoke at length about a variety of things, most of which you found didn't pertain to you; what did interest you was at the end.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
You turned to Harry, as whispers exploded in the hall.
"Well that's ominous." She nodded back.
The two of you, along with the rest of the students, began to file towards your first class of the year.
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The two of you, alongside a few other first years from both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, were led down towards the potions classroom by a tall, stern-looking prefect with a slight overbite. He had stood by the door, holding up a wooden sign emblazoned with the text "Period One Potions".
Upon gathering what he determined was enough students, from both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, he set off, the group of first years in pursuit, as they left the great hall.
Potions, as it turned out, were held in the dungeons, not just a lower level, a fact that you only register as you pass by a set of manacles set into the wall.
It was a castle, you supposed. Castles often times had dungeons. Surely it wasn't still in use, right?
You were led down a winding set of stairs and through a number of damp, wet hallways. The smell of mildew and the cold air combined to make a decidedly uncomfortable atmosphere, more accurate to the set of a horror movie than any sort of educational establishment, you figured.
Harry was silent as you moved, only humming as she swung both your hands back and forth. A few of the other students, Hufflepuffs, had tried to make conversation with her, which she obliged with only lukewarm enthusiasm, giving short answers until they eventually grew bored with the novelty of talking with a celebrity and moved on.
Your guide stopped in front of a large, metal-lined door, moving to stand beside it as he gestured towards it with his head.
"This is the potions classroom. In you go."
The first student, closest to the door, gulped before heading in. This caused a line to form, the once amorphous group filing into a near single-file line heading into the room. You and Harry followed suit, passing through the door and into the surprisingly well-lit room.
The classroom, reminding you more of a lab than anything, held several workstations, each with seating for two students. Ahead of you, there were already some groups up and taking seats. Harry, seeing this, began pulling you towards a table, clearly intent on working with you for the class, when-
"All pairings will be done with an individual from a different house."
You looked towards the front of the room, where the voice came from, once, there was an empty desk, but now…
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Professor Snape sat, legs crossed, barely dressed differently from the last time you saw her, at the front of the classroom.
She met your eyes for only a moment before she continued to address the class.
"In order to encourage community among the houses of the school, there will be no same house pairings in this class."
Most took this relatively well, being first years, there evidently weren't any extreme feelings towards house pride or anything, and soon most students had a partner. Harry, on the other hand, had yet to release you, looking mildly distressed as she scanned the room.
Snape, ultimately, took whatever choice she was going to take away from her.
"Mr. Granger, if you would please come to the front, you will be partnering with Ms. Bones." Snape pointed a hand to a desk directly at the front of the room, at which a student already sat. Walking forward, you were stopped when Harry stepped forward.
"Professor Snape, if possible, could I work with Herman. There aren't any Hufflepuffs left for me to pair with."
Taking a look around, you saw that she was right. All of the students wearing yellow had paired off already, the only one left being the red-haired girl at the front, Susan, whom Snape had indicated.
Harry's plea only seemed to irritate the black hair professor, who sneered down at her.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, our new celebrity…" Snape stalked forward as she spoke, only stopping when she was a few feet away from Harry. The younger girl met her eyes with a glare. You watched the two size each other up, trying to understand what was happening.
Snape would be the one to break the silence.
"Tell me, Potter, what one would get if I were out of Pearl Dust, and I wished to find a substitute for an Amortentia potion, what might I use?"
The sudden question, seemingly unrelated to the topic, threw Harry off, the girl blinking as she tried to respond.
"Ah, well, I don't know, Professor."
Snape hummed.
"An easier question then, if one were to imbibe a fertility potion, and wished to prolong the effects, what might one take to do so?"
Harry blinked, seemingly growing frustrated with the sudden and continued questioning.
"That wasn't in the book-"
"Avoiding the question? Truly, disappointing, Potter. One more. Perhaps prove you didn't come here expecting to cruise through without effort?" Her snide remarks drew some quiet snickers from the room, and Harry flushed an angry red.
Snape leaned forward, the two girls' noses practically touching. For a second ,you had the mad thought that Snape was going to try and kiss Harry, but you shook it away.
"What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" She asked, slowly, as fi she were talking to a particularly difficult child.
Harry, flushed, hands clenched, looked down.
"I don't know." She muttered.
Snape stood up straight once more.
"That is quite obvious, Mr. Potter. So please stop trying to make decisions that are obviously too complex for you." Snape looked around the room when a hand went into the air. You followed it down to behold Luna, blonde hair swaying slightly as she sat at the very back of the room.
Snape eyed the smiling blonde for a moment before nodding, gesturing for her to speak.
Luna pulled her hand back down before opening her mouth.
"I can be Harry's partner if you like, Sylvie. Even though we were both part of the household, I'm sure we could make it work."
The use of a nickname had Snape raising an eyebrow, but the venom she held when speaking with Harry seemed lesser in the face of the blonde, replaced more with confusion.
"It's Professor Snape, Ms. Lovegood, and it would do you well to remember that. Also, you are part of the same House, not household. Although you do make a fair point, Potter!" Snape turned back to Harry, who jumped.
"You will be pairing off with Lovegood. Go take your seat."
Harry spared one more glance at you before trying to protest again.
"But Professor-"
"Now." Snape's tone brooked no arguments, and Harry slumped, walking to the back of the room where she was greeted happily by Luna.
You, on the other hand, headed towards the front of the room, followed by Snape.
Taking a seat, you look towards your new partner.
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She didn't seem much like a talker. Much like Ron, she had Red hair, but a darker shade, and much more neatly kept than the boisterous girl. She spared a glance at you before looking away, blushing. Also, like Ron, the girl possessed quite an impressive chest.
You wondered idly whether red hair and large breasts were connected genetically in wizards, somehow.
As Snape stepped to the front of the room and began writing something on the board, you introduced yourself.
"Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Herman Granger." You favored her with a smile, stretching out your hand.
The redhead, despite her obvious trepidation, smiled back and took your hand, shaking it.
"Susan Bones, call me Susan. It's nice to meet you as well." Susan glanced back before meeting your eyes again.
"What's it like being in a dorm with Harry Potter?"
You got the feeling you would be asked that a lot today, but still, you responded. Soon enough, the two of you were chatting away, as Snape began the lesson.
Snape began the lesson, surprisingly enough, with a long lecture on safety and the proper use of the various types of potion equipment. You followed along diligently, taking notes in your potion notebook as you did.
This went on for about twenty or so minutes, with the professor holding up various types of equipment and giving an explanation of its use, cleaning procedures, and the safe ways to use said piece of equipment.
As per usual, many of your classmates weren't taking notes, which surprised you only somewhat. You were used to being the most diligent in the classroom, but for some reason, you felt that with the class dealing with literal magic potions, the others would take it a little more seriously than a basic chemistry class.
Across the way, one of the students dressed in Yellow, Hufflepuff, you remembered, was asleep on his notebook. Meanwhile, of all the other students in the room, you could only spot Harry and two other Ravenclaws bothering to take notes.
Near the end of the lecture, which wrapped up with a discussion on the correct amount of time to spend cleaning a cauldron after each use (which could apparently vary greatly depending on the potion brewed), then turned to the class with a keen eye.
"Simmons!" She barked, whipping her wand towards the sleeping student. The ensuing effect was said student being whapped on the head by the metal ladle lying on the table nearby. The slightly round boy jolted up, bleary-eyed.
He'd evidently been fully asleep, rather than just resting his head.
"Wuh?" He mumbled out in response to the call.
Snape scowled, and you couldn't help but feel some pity for the boy.
"Twenty points from Hufflepuff, for sleeping in class, now, explain to me the proper way to sterilize a recently used cauldron, assuming the potion is not a level three or above?"
The student blinked. A total misplay, if you did say so yourself. Your own hand went to raise, but a glance from Snape told you that this wasn't an open question for the class.
"I, uh, the scouring charm?" He tried, the answer sounding more questioning than Snape had.
"Wrong, another ten points from Hufflepuff, for not paying attention."
The student shrank, as his fellows collectively gave him dirty looks. That stopped when Snape turned to them with the same evil eye, and they all straightened up. She stalked back to the front of the classroom. Looking even less happy than before.
Turning, she addressed the class as one.
"You will find," she began, "that I am much less coddling than your other professors. Potions is an art form with the potential to be more potent and powerful than any spell. I have no time to coddle useless dunderheads, and if you expect me to hold your hand for every moment of this class, then I warn you now to simply skip this class and accept the detention instead." She gave the class a glare, as if to punctuate her point.
"Is that clear?"
The class nodded.
"Good." Snape waved her wand once more, and a set of instructions was quickly written on the board by a floating piece of chalk.
"Today, you will brew the color swap potion. Follow the instructions on the board, and bring me a sample of your potion once finished."
Instructions given, Snape stood by for a moment, as the students stared at her.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work!"
The class quickly got moving, and you turned to Susan after scanning the instructions.
"I can get to work on filling the cauldron with water, if you can start cracking open the crustnuts?" You offered, nodding towards the collection of spiky-looking ovals in a bowl on the workstation. Not saying a word to you, the girl gave a nod, and you grabbed the cauldron, making your way towards the small faucet in the corner of the room.
Filling the cauldron up to the indicated line took only a moment; the water pressure, for a medieval castle at least, was surprisingly good, quickly filling the bucket with clear-looking water.
The instructions on the board called for distilled, which Snape had gruffly assured a student that asked to use tap.
Carrying the now much heavier cauldron back to the station, you came back to find Susan in a bit of a predicament.
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The red-haired girl was still staring down at the single spiky nut, as if the thing had threatened her. When you stepped closer, setting the cauldron upon the table, she jumped as if you'd yelled.
Feeling a bit bad, you came around to the other side and took your seat on the stool again.
"What's going on?"
Her lip trembled before she slowly opened her mouth and answered.
"I couldn't do it. The knife isn't working."
Her voice was quiet, as if she were ashamed.
You furrowed your brow, looking back towards the board at the instructions, before looking at the cutting board.
"Mind if I give it a try?" You asked. She nodded easily, backing away.
Taking hold of the knife with one hand and the small nut with the other, you carefully examine both. Looking closely, you noticed a small groove along the long side of the crustnut.
Bringing the knife up and pushing it into that groove, you were met with some resistance, but eventually, there was a pop, and the two halves fell apart, revealing the soft insides, which you quickly scooped out into another bowl.
Turning towards Susan, you smiled.
"Got it! You just have to cut along the groove."
Susan looked at you in bewilderment, looking back and forth between the now divided shell and the knife.
You smiled gently.
"Want me to show you how?" You offered.
Susan nervously returned the smile before nodding.
"Great, here, step right up and I'll-"
To tell the truth, you hadn't actually ever shown anyone how to do something in a class before. Most of your peers weren't interested in instruction, or otherwise were prepared themselves, so you didn't really have a lot of reference for the proper way.
So, of course, you went back to the roots of what you knew. You had seen, many a time, mostly when you were younger, your father help your mother while she was cooking. You would just do what he did!
Stepping up behind Susan, making sure to get in close enough, you pressed yourself against the back of the other girl, inadvertently pinning her to the table as she squeaked in response.
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Reaching around, you had to navigate a bit past the girl's chest, and you got hold of her hands in your own.
You couldn't see her face, but from the way the other girl's body was quickly warming up, you got the sense she might be embarrassed. That was fair, you were as well! Even from such a brief contact, feeling the other girls prodigious backside pressing against your crotch quickly brought your little Herman to full mast in your pants.
Hopefully, she couldn't feel it pressing against her.
"Here, let me just…" Using your grip on her hands, you brought it forward to grab the knife, then you had to lean forward to get her to grab the next crustnut. Consequently, this had you pushing your bodies further together, wedging your barely confined cock into her ass.
Still, given that she hadn't said anything, you were sure it was fine.
"Now what you want to do is…" You walked her through the steps of cracking open the crustnut, carefully maneuvering the knife just so, and then letting her put the pressure on to crack it open. You both continued like that for a while, and gradually, you felt Susan's breathing calm, as she got more and more confident.
Soon, you didn't even have to guide her; the girl was cracking open the nuts herself. Still, you stayed where you were, partially because you still gave a few tips.
And also partially, you would admit to yourself later, because the sensation of her soft ass against your own crotch was quite pleasurable.
This continued on, until…
"Granger, Bones, what exactly are you two doing?"
Susan jumped, quite literally, into your arms as Snape approached, staring at the two of you with a less-than-pleased expression.
Susan whimpered, but you smiled as the professor approached.
"Professor Snape, I was just showing Susan how to open the Crustnuts." You explained happily, sure that the entirely reasonable professor would understand.
Snape paused for a moment, and for a second, you worried that you had miscalculated, before a smile, an odd one, but a smile no less, came across her face.
"I see, and have you begun stripping the reeds yet?" The professor asked.
Susan didn't speak, so you took the agency to glance at your still-untouched pile of blue-green reeds.
"Not quite yet, professor, that was our next step."
Snape stepped forward.
"Good, I will show you both the best way to do so."
And then Snape stepped up behind the two of you, using her much taller, lithe form to do the same thing you had been doing to Susan.
The professor's oddly warm body pressed against your own, and you blushed when you realized the two soft masses at your ears that you could feel were her breasts, pressed against the back of your head.
You blushed even harder when the professor's hips pressed against your own backside, pushing you further into Susan.
It was then that you had a concerning realization.
When Susan had jumped at Snape's approach, she had unknowingly dislodged the skirt from between your bulge and her ass. The result of this was you grinding directly against the red-headed girl's panty-clad ass.
Snape chose that moment to reach forward and begin the demonstration. She also pressed hard against your back, and for a second, you wondered if she was grinding against you, from the way she pressed.
Then that thought left as your own crotch was driven directly between the redhead's cheeks, and Susan let out a quiet moan as it happened.
This would go on for a few minutes, as Snape rubbed against your back, causing you to rub against Susan. Both women were occasionally letting out concurring noises, and you yourself were beginning to feel the effects, and your erection twitched in your underwear.
Finally, though, as Snape was finishing the last Reed, having done the entire pile for the two of you, your professor pushed forward one more time, this time at a slight angle, and you grunted as you heard Susan let out a louder moan, before the red-headed girl collapsed upon the work station, throwing your ingredients into disarray.
Snape let out a long sigh, still rubbing against you, before she slowly backed off.
This allowed you to back up in turn, leaving Susan along at the work station, in a slightly compromising position.
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You watched as lines of fluid slowly ran down her thighs before turning to the professor.
When you did, you noted most of the class staring at you, and Professor Snape…
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Had a concerning look as she smiled at you.
"Mm, twenty points to Ravenclaw for exceptional listening." She said, before turning to leave, each step eliciting a squelch and squeak from her leather pants.
The class was silent as she reached her desk, but she slowly got back to work, even as Snape sat down, that same odd look still on her face.
Susan eventually recovered as well, and the rest of class went less eventfully, until finally, you brought your potion to Snape's desk. The professor took the vial, examining it carefully.
Examining the vial, your professor hummed slowly, as she retrieved from her desk a small piece of fabric, an old sweater, you realized, before carefully uncorking the vial.
Letting a single drop fall onto the old, mottled green sweater, the professed leaned in as the liquid shimmered, and then, from the spot, the green color paled, draining away as if burning, from the point of impact.
In its place, a bright pink remained, and for a second, you could swear you even saw the sweat changing forms, shrinking and warping as it took on a different appearance.
Snape removed the fabric from the table too quickly for you to see for certain, though, and instead, the professor recorked the vial, handing it back to you.
"Acceptable work, Granger, Bones, you may each keep the vial."
The professor's words, while decidedly neutral, were more kind than any the responses you'd heard her make about other students previously.
"Thank you, Professor." You responded, even as Susan meekly echoed your words. The two of you stepped away from her desk, as Harry and Luna, the latter of whom apparently was feeling quite affectionate, if the way she was draped over Harry was anything to say, approached the desk next.
You turned towards Susan, who looked at you with a blush. Rubbing the back of your head, you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.
"Sorry about, you know." You said, trying to find a polite way to put it. Susan seemed to catch your meaning, though, the red spreading further, before the girl seemed to finally open her mouth.
"I won't wear panties next time."
"What?" You asked.
Susan blinked before shaking her head.
"Sorry, didn't mean to say that out loud." She said.
You were confused now.
"Say what? I couldn't quite hear you."
Susan smiled at you sweetly.
"Nothing, I just look forward to working with you more, Herman. We should hang out sometime."
Blinking, the sudden shift was a bit surprising, but still, you nodded happily.
"Absolutely!"
And thus concluded you first class at Hogwarts, with a new friend made, and Snape loudly insulting Harry and Luna's potion as "barely better than hog piss."
Loot Gained
Lewd Crit
Color Change Potion Transformed into…
Style Change Potion - Clothing this potion is applied to will become renewed, and more lewd as a result.
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Harry had, surprisingly, been pulled away after classes by Professor McGonagall. Apparently, the Headmaster had wanted to talk to her about something or another.
This, in turn, conveniently left you with enough free time before dinner to do something very important.
That is, exploring the library.
Ever since you had heard about the magic school having a magic library, with a forbidden section, of all things, you were hooked.
It was just such a romantic idea. A magic library, you were half expecting to see flying books and all.
So of course, when you had a free moment, you dashed off across the school, following the instructions of an older student, who had seemed somewhat baffled by your excitement.
You only stopped walking when you came near another group of students or a teacher, but other than that, your approach was swift. In a time that was, in practice, only around five minutes, but felt like forever, you were there, the glass windows separating the hall from the library already showcased bookshelves spanning out of your initial view, and large tables already filled with a few students.
Quite bluntly, it looked like heaven.
Patting yourself down, so as not to look so disheveled, you entered the library, taking a moment to absorb the general atmosphere, the smell of books.
You couldn't help the wide smile on your face as you took it all in.
Your reverie would be interrupted by the sound of someone quietly clearing their throat behind you. Turning around, you came face to face with who (you assumed) was the librarian.
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"Young man, I hope you're not going to be doing any of that running around here in my library, will you?" The blonde woman asked, eyes not leaving her book as she did.
Flushing, you felt embarrassment flush through you.
You hated the thought of leaving a bad impression on the librarian of all people, so you rushed to respond.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I was just really excited for the opportunity to read all the books you have stored here." You gave her your best smile.
Slowly, the woman raised her eyes to meet your own, and for a minute, she studied your face, when…
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She seemed to flush slightly, lifting her book up to hide her face as she spoke.
"That's fine, just don't do it in here." After a moment of silence, she added, "And if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I am Madame Lafayette. Also," she nodded towards a gated off area of the library, divided by what looked like shutters from a mall, only older, and more gothic looking, "that is the restricted section, you are to stay out of it unless given express permission." For a moment, she adopted a pensive look, as if trying to decide if she should say any more, before nodding once and raising her book up to cover her face completely.
Conversation apparently over, you turned away from the desk and looked towards the rest of the room, grand shelves calling out to you as you did.
It was time to search.
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The Foundations of the Mind and How to Wield It
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Dinnertime proved to be a relatively crowded, but informal affair in comparison to the feat the night before. Instead of all the students being called in at once, instead, groups filtered in, coming from various classes and common rooms, and leaving in the same varied, disorganized manner.
You had left the library with one new book and a couple dozen more that you planned to check out once you had finished. Madame Rain had told you, though, that only one book was allowed to checked out at a time by first years, although she had promised to save them for you.
It felt like the moment you had entered back into the dining hall, Harry had found you, the black haired girl popping out of the crowd and grabbing you by the arm, before, in her now customary fashion, tugging you along to the seat she had evidently save you earlier.
Sitting down, you noted how Luna's distinctive blonde hair could be spotted, not too far away. As if sensing your gaze, she turned and waved at you happily, which you only somewhat awkwardly returned, before turning to gather your own food.
As you collected some of the pizza, which, somewhat odd, for the wizarding world to have assimilated pizza of all things, but eh, globalization did the weirdest things sometimes, but anyway…
As you collected your food you noticed Harry, instead of tearing in as she usually did, seemed rather pensive, delicately nibbling on her food with her eyes elsewhere.
Nudging with your shoulder got her attention, prompting her to look up.
You gave her a concerned look.
"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked.
She shifted, looking away at first, before back at you. She looked for a long time, before biting her lip.
"Me and the headmaster had a, disagreement, about a few things. He wants to give me some private lessons, but he also want's me to do… other things, regarding my social life."
Looking back down to her food, you saw her lips tremble briefly, before firming up.
When she looked back at you, there was a new fire.
"But I disagreed with him. There was an argument, but I don't care." She grabbed your hand, holding it tight. "They can take their political implications and shove it." She nearly snarled. Your eyebrows raised at the vehemence in her voice.
"Well, alright then." You said. The disobedience of professors aside, you were a big supporter of personal freedoms, and it seems Harry was taking hers.
Good for her.
Before you could ask about what exactly the professor had wanted her to do your conversation was interrupted, as a voice, familiar to the both of you, chimed in.
"HERMAN!"
Turning, you blinked as a familiar sight came barreling towards you.
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Veronica, running full tilt, was heading directly in your direction. For a second, you had a flashback to the train, and expected there to be a repeat performance. Harry, evidently, did as well, as the girl was already pulling you back as Ron approached.
But, when the bouncing red head came within dangerously close, she skid to a stop, surprisingly quickly, and quickly pivoted.
Rather than crashing into you, she zoomed around wedging herself between you and harry as she did her best to use the two of you as cover.
"Hide me."
Harry growled.
"'Ron what are you doing?" She said, as she tried to jab the much larger woman with her elbow, to little effect. You couldn't help but smile at the cute nickname.
It appeared the redheads extra padding served as sufficient armor, as Harry's effort did little more than jiggle her barely restrained rack.
Deciding to take a more productive approach, even as Ron buried one of your arms between her breasts in a hug, her eyes closed as if she thought not being able to see whatever was looking for her was any defense.
"What do you need hiding from?" You asked.
Ron opened her eyes briefly.
"My sisters, they heard about you two. They want to meet but I don't want them embarrassing me in front of you two. If they find me, they're sure to get your names from me. I try to resist but they also find out!" Near the end she sounded like she was whining, and Veronica punctuated the end of her sentence by burying her face back into your arm.
You were slightly bewildered at the logic, and took a moment to process. Harry, evidently, needed no such time.
"Your hiding so your sibling don't interrogate you on who your friend are. With your friends. In the middle of a crowded dining hall?" Her voice was desert dry, and from the tone, you could tell she was less than impressed.
Evidently, so could Veronica, as she answered Harry with one, questioning word.
"Yes?"
Harry sighed, as did you. Any further conversation, however, was halted by a smug sounding call.
"What do you think we have here, Georgie?"
"Is our little sister trying keep secrets Winnie?"
"I think so, so mean to her big sisters, after how nice we are to her."
Turning around, you were met by two new, but familiar looking strangers.
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The one on the right elbowed the one on the left.
"And she wasn't even going to introduce us, was she?"
The one on the left grinned.
"No I don't think so. Awfully rude of her, don't you think?"
They both turned to look at you, the ball obviously having been passed.
Veronica frantically shaking her head.
Unable to parse her meaning, you instead asked the question which had entered into your mind at the arrival of the additional two red-heads.
"Are all woman in your family like this?" You asked, nodding back towards the twins, who seemed content to wait in silence.
Veronica tilted her head in confusion.
"Like what?"
Biting your lip, you considered the correct way to say this, before deciding it was more efficient just to say it aloud.
"Are all woman in your family beautiful like your them?" You asked, gesturing back towards the twins, both of whom had, presumably, let out breath in surprise. Veronica, on the other hand, had actually flushed red at your question, a response you didn't think was possible for the shameless girl.
You hadn't even been sure she could feel embarrassment in the first place. Still, though, it evidently had some effect, if the way she stumbled over her words were any indicator.
It took a moment for the buxom red head to get her bearings back, but eventually, she managed to stutter out an answer.
"I- uh, I dunno." She said eventually, rubbing an arm and avoiding your eyes.
Before you could question further, two pairs of hands on your shoulders spun you around to face the two upperclassmen once more.
Both of which were smiling wide, ominous smiles.
Not threatening, but the type of smile that reminded you of when your mother, just before she would drag you off on an adventure with her "lady-friends".
Those adventures typically consisted of you spending the day at a clothing boutique, being used as a dress-up doll.
Suffice to say, it made you a good bit nervous, to see that look.
"Say Winnie?" One began.
"Yes Georgie?" The other answered
"I think the little firstie said he thought we were beautiful, isn't that sweet of him?" She cooed, leaning in to pinch your cheek.
The other let out a theatrical laugh, before leaning in, taking ahold of your other cheek.
"Real sweet, although, it seems he also think that our little Ronnie is cute as well. Maybe he just has a thing for red-heads, or maybe…" The one on your left, Winnie, you thought, smirked, as she let the sentence trail off.
"Perhaps he's just a little pervert." The other, Georgie, continued, a wide smile on her face as she leaned forward.
In a show of frankly shocking boldness, she brought her hands, cupping the undersides of her breasts, lifting them a bit, pressing the soft flesh against her shirt, and giving you an obvious idea at the size and shape of her breasts.
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"How about, is our little Ronnie's friend a boob man?" She teased, squeezing her breasts together, practically groping herself in the dining hall.
The other turned around, arms behind her back as she leaned back coyly, looking over her shoulder.
The only problem was that, with how close she was, and the sheer girth of the redheads derriere, meant that you had an line of sight to slightly under her skirt.
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And the very clear fact that she was either not wearing underwear, or wearing something thin enough that it had slipped deep between her fat, freckle covered globes, to the point of near invisibility.
"No Georgie, have you seen our little Ronnie. Obviously he's an ass man." She practically purred, stretching just so to raised her skirt another inch.
A blush crept into your own features, as you tried to find a safe place to look, other than the presented ass and breasts in front of you. The two deviants, because that was what these sort had to be, crept slightly closer, crowding you as they waited for your answer.
You were saved, when Veronica, who was still behind you, tugged you away, hugging you from behind. You knew that it was Veronica, not just because of the red hair, but also because of the soft feeling cushioning your head.
"S-stay away from my friends, you two! Or- or-" She seemed to have a brain blast, snapping her fingers. "Or I'll tell mom!"
The two, who had resumed standing normally, snickered.
You had always prided yourself on being able to make logical, thought-out decisions, while under pressure. Now was no different. Despite being flustered from the… show, from the twins, you still did your best to analyze the situation, find the best option.
Unfortunately, the organ used for thinking was currently sandwiched between two squishy masses that seemed to chase most of the rational thoughts from his head.
So instead, what ended up leaving your mouth was-
"Red hair."
The group turned to look at you, Harry included.
You blushed at the attention, and at your verbal slip.
But it was to late to back out now anyway.
"I… like red hair. That's my type." you continued, looking from one red head, to another.
There was silence, for a moment, and the only noise was the hustle and bustle of students in the great hall, paying no attention to the latest antics of the Weasley twins. You swore you could feel Veronica growing warmer behind you, though.
Then, slowly, twin smiles formed on the faces of the two red-headed twins, as their eyes seemed to glow with some sort of amused, malicious intent.
"Oh~" One said.
"Does the firstie have a type?"
"Red hair, Winnie, I think I see some of that on you."
"Why Georgie, I think you may be growing some too."
"I even distinctly remember some family-"
"All family."
"-having the same. Could it be?"
"I think so Georgie, we better watch out."
The two girls were practically in your face now, both leaning in.
"I wonder if perhaps he also likes large breasts…" She framed her breasts using her arms once more.
"Maybe ass fat arse as well?" The other hopped a bit, sending both ends of her body bouncing.
"Freckles even?"
"Is this sounding familiar to you, Winnie?"
"I think so, Georgie. It sounds like Veronica's little friend has a thing for Weasley women."
The two were quite bold, and they towered over Veronica, Harry, and you, sitting as you all were.
"Perhaps we should take a seat." One purred.
"Get to know our little sisters' friends, it's only polite." The other continued.
It was apparently at this point, that Harry had decided she'd heard enough, and with the sound of a plate being roughly shoved forward, she stood.
The four of you, Veronica, the twins, and yourself, all looked towards the standing, black-haired girl.
Or at least, that's what you thought her hair color was.
You squinted, your eye for details allowing you to spot odd streaks of red forming in the other's hair.
Before you got a chance to comment on it, however, Harry stepped out from her seat besides Veronica, walked around the twins, until she was beside you.
With firm hands, she maneuvered past you, until she was in front, and you were treated to quite the sight.
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You only got to admire for a moment, though, when the ass in question dropped down, landing in your lap.
Harry shimmied a little bit, getting comfortable. You had to bite back a groan at the feeling of your room mates soft backside rubbing against your own crouch. Eventually, though, she evidently found a good position, and grabbed her plate, before beginning to eat as if nothing had changed.
Seeing Veronica still frozen from the twins teasing, and the twins in question watching with the sdame interest one may watch a dirty movie, you hesitantly questioned the girl.
"Eh, Harry? What exactly are you doing?"
Harry carefully finished the bite on her fork, chewing and swallowing, before answering.
"Making a point." She said, and you couldn't see her expression, but the tone made clear her demeanor.
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"And that point is…?" You tried.
"Territory," Harry said simply, looking back and glaring at something over your shoulder, before going back to eating.
Evidently, this passed along some message, as now familiar chuckling was heard behind you, and now familiar hands grabbed your shoulders.
"A firm contender, eh?" The one you thought was Winnafred said.
"Competition makes for good practice, don't you know you little firstie brat you."
Their voices were light, but there was something oddly sharp about their words. Harry evidently understood something you didn't.
Looking at the two twins, who had, who knows when, occupied the seats on either side of you, Harry shimmied a little more, and this time you couldn't hold back the groan.
Turning to the twin on the right, Harry's glare intensified, but it seemed locked on something specific, and now you were sure her hair was gaining red streaks.
"Mine." She said.
"Not for long." The red headed twin responded, with a amused smirk.
Ron simply groaned in the background. Meanwhile, you were wondering what on earth was going on.