Getting out of the forest after the fact proved to be much less of an endeavor than getting in was, and there wasn't any sort of trouble. You and Nora made easy, amiable conversation as you walked, and led by Sarah, you managed to avoid any sort of obstacle.
It took you less than ten minutes to leave, which made you question whether the forest had any sort of spatial powers to change distance, but that was a question for another day.
Sarah had lingered at the edge of the forest, but ultimately had followed behind, finding a place for herself on your shoulder as you walked.
"You're not gonna like, hold me prisoner or something, right? I have people who'll come looking for me if I go missing." She threatened as you approached the greenhouses.
You shook your head.
"No, you'll be able to explore pretty freely, as long as you check in at least once a day with me." You added the second part quickly, before she could try to capitalize on the near misspeak.
The fairy nodded, pouting at the missed opportunity.
Nora stopped next to her garden, packing the gathered seeds into a small bag, before turning to squint at the sun.
"It should either be dinner, or it will start in a few minutes." She remarked. "I'll give Sprout the seeds tomorrow. A-and I'll let her know you helped, of course." Nora squirmed a bit, looking as if she wanted to say something.
Before you could ask her what the matter was, the girl darted forward, pressing her lips to your cheek in a chaste, quick kiss.
She backs away, blushing.
"I-I had a good time today." She stuttered. "W-would you l-like to do this again. A date, I mean?" She asked.
You nodded, smiling.
"It was a real blast, Nora. I look forward to the next one."
The girl stiffened, squeaked, before turning on her heel.
"ThanksabundleIhadfuntooloveyoubye!" She word vomited before dashing away.
The moment she rounded the corner, you heard a loud "NAILED IT" as her footsteps faded.
Chuckling, you turned towards the castle, content to head to dinner after a relatively full day.
-x-X-x-
The walk to dinner was relatively peaceful, and when you entered, students had already begun eating, but only just, if the line of other filing in behind you was a sign of anything.
You stepped to the side, letting others walk past you as you took in the room. Hogwarts, contrary to what some thought after the first feast, was not always such a grand affair at dinner.
Oh sure, the food was good, but often times, there were two to three options you could pick from, and that was it.
You were actually rather offended when you learnt of the lack of accommodation for students with certain food allergies. There was another male student in your year who couldn't eat oranges and had a bit of an incident last week because of it.
Still, from the scent and sight, you could tell that today was poultry day.
Which meant that most of the options would be some form of feathered creature.
Your nose wrinkled slightly.
You weren't a fan.
Glancing over to the Ravenclaw table, you began looking for Harry, having a hard time spotting the shorter student amongst the throng of others.
More students streamed by, and it made your job more difficult, but nonetheless, you persisted
You had just spotted her and had begun to make your way towards your friend when a voice stopped you.
It was quiet, and you barely heard it over the crowd, but you did hear it.
Turning around, you began looking for it. It was someone you knew. Someone you had a bone to pick with.
Someone who couldn't keep getting away with this shit.
You spotted her after only a moment of looking, your eyes narrowing in on the target.
Luna Lovegood.
The numerous pairs of women's underwear in your dorm room weighed heavily on your mind.
You began approaching, the noise of the great hall surrounding you as you navigated the sea of people.
Getting closer, you were able to make out.
She wasn't alone.
Or more specifically, she was already in conversation with one Selen Malfoy.
And it looked like the conversation wasn't exactly amiable, with the way the stuck-up Slytherin girl had the other trapped in the corner of the great hall, away from the rest. The entire action was also shielded by a large crowd of Hufflepuffs, who were all standing, trying to offer the seats to their fellows.
Of course, the other Hufflepuffs were too polite and insisted they go first. The loop usually went on for a while.
Getting closer now, you were finally able to hear what they were saying.
"-ovegood. Walking around like you own the place. A little twerp like you." Selene said, smiling dangerously. "I think it may be best if you scuttle back to your own table." The taller blonde leaned back, mouth forming an 'O'. "Oh, wait, they don't want you there either. Your mother must have felt the same, seeing where she is." She laughed meanly.
You didn't exactly understand the background behind the jab, but from the way some of the people around her shifted away, you assumed it was bad.
Luna, for her part, was simply smiling, eyes misted slightly, as she swayed back and forth; she didn't respond to the other girl's words.
Selene growled, before shoving her back further, a large coming up between her legs in what you assumed, guessed, really, was meant to be intimidating.
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"Are you listening to me, Looney, or are you just so lost in that empty head of yours that you've forgotten how to be normal.
At contact with the other's leg, Luna jolted slightly before tilting her head, as if finally realizing Selene was here.
She looked up, tilting he head curiously.
"Oh, hi Selene…" She trailed off before blinking again. "You look prettier after a nice night in bed, if a bit more disheveled. Try frowning less." The other girl offered quietly.
Selene blinked in confusion.
"What?" She asked, before pausing. "Looney, are you not wearing panties right now?"
Luna smiled wider.
"No, neither are you."
Selene froze, blushed, before a truly angry look covered her features.
You figured this would be a good time to step in.
Perhaps you'd finally shaken off a bit of the shock that came at these sorts of situations, or maybe you'd become a bit of a pervert yourself, but, seeing the two blonde girls, both having irritated you in different ways, had a devious idea going through your head.
From the way she was standing, what if you just…
Stumble a bit behind her.
Besides, you had a bone to pick with Luna anyway.
Approaching the two, with a sense of mischief in your heart, you knew would make the ethereal prankster gods proud, you look from side to side to check if anyone was watching.
…
Most of the students were engaged in the violently polite argument happening at the Hufflepuff table, the line of them forming an effective barrier between the three of you and the head table.
Conveniently enough, only a few students, mainly dressed in green, were looking at the display, and they seemed only willing to side-eye it.
Perfect for you to cause a bit of mischief.
Coming up alongside the two of them, you caught Luna's eye, only for a moment, before the Blue-eyed girl turned back to Selene.
Not to warn her, though.
"Hmmm~ Hey Selene…" Luna said, dreamily, leaning forward and shifting her body just so this way and that, preparing for something.
You were just coming up behind Selene, now, and she hadn't yet noticed. You could also tell, quite easily, that the girl had also yet to invest in longer skirts. You couldn't quite see any panties, so perhaps Luna's predictions were correct.
The thought made you smirk a bit.
Every little shimmy she did, aside from sending blood rushing down to your own lower body, also had her skirt lifting just the slightest bit, revealing creamy white flesh, and showing off more of that well-shaped ass.
You were tempted to slap it, but that wasn't the right choice right now. Not only did it feel wrong to do that in such a crowded room. Instead, you figured, turnabout was probably fair play.
Reaching forward, you slammed your hand to the right side of Luna, mirroring Selene, only this had the effect of pushing you into Selene, ever so slightly, not quite pinning but still somewhat cornering her between you and Luna.
What you hadn't expected to happen, though, was for the Green-uniformed girl in question to yelp in surprise, legs relaxing, and having her stumble forward, into Luna's waiting arms.
Smack!
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You also weren't expecting the two girls' lips to come together with the force of a fierce lover, Luna wrapping her hands around the other's back, holding her there for a moment as their lips worked together.
There was silence for only a second before a startled noise escaped Selene, and she pulled away, a trail of saliva following, her eyes wide, and a somewhat lewd pop sounding, as it became clear just how proactive Luna was being. Selene wiped her mouth, eyes wide, cheeks red. Luna just smiled, licking her lips.
"You tasted just as good as I remember, Selly." That was her only word, which started a chorus of whispers around you. Selene's eyes darted around before landing back on Luna. You could see some nasty comments brewing, so you decided to intervene.
Stepping in front of her, you waved cheerily, acting as if you had nothing to do with what had happened.
"Hey, Luna!" You chirped. "How's it going?"
Your voice was kind, but your eyes were sharp. Luna didn't seem to notice.
"Oh, Hi Herman! I'm," She licked her lips again, and looked at Selene with what could only be described as a sultry smile, "Getting to know some people early. Thanks for the help."
Selene was shaking now, her face bright red and not just from embarrassment.
"You! You! Why should I just!" She kept cutting herself off, and you couldn't help but chuckle, wondering idly how you could defuse the bomb that was Selene.
Or maybe…. The thought of letting it go off, letting her make a brat of herself, and then punishing her, was somewhat appealing.
You just had to figure out how to go about it.
Honestly, what you wanted to do, mostly right now, was tease her.
The accidental kiss was, well, accidental. Hot as fuck, yeah, but you didn't mean to push her into Luna. In fact, when you looked down, it rather seemed like Luna had positioned herself perfectly to turn a simple stumble into something Lewd.
But even though things went off course, it didn't mean you'd stop teasing her, especially as she seemed so determined to pick a fight here.
You would just chase Luna down on the way back to the dorm. Now that you had her in your sight, there was no way she could get away.
Now, though, you just wanted to finish up your Saturday with a bit of good old-fashioned fun.
And this seemed prepped just right.
You turned to Luna, hoping beyond hope she'd cooperate. This was bold, and a part of you screamed that you really couldn't afford to be doing this, that you could get in trouble, that it was improper.
That part was swiftly and abruptly silenced.
"Hey, Luna?" You asked.
The girl merely nodded. "Yes."
You blinked.
"You didn't ever hear what I'm asking yet."
She shook her head.
"You're going to ask if I want to show Selly how kissing is really done, then kiss me silly in front of her." She stepped into your personal space. "Do it." It was said in a breathy whisper.
Well.
Before you could consider whether this was a good idea, or how Luna knew, the blonde-haired girl threw her hands around your shoulders and pressed her lips against your own.
And at that point, you chose to stop thinking and just go with it. Something that shocked your own core.
Selene gaped as your lips pressed together, but that wasn't the reaction you were looking for. You wanted her to be flustered and speechless. So, you pressed your tongue against the smaller blonde's lips, and an erotic moan left her throat, as she opened her mouth and let you in, without the slightest semblance of a fight.
From there, the kiss became a sloppy, wet make-out session that was beheld by about half a dozen blushing Slytherin Students, including Selene, who, at the initial contact, had frozen, staring.
She twitched every time one of your tongues became visible, drool escaping, and the pink organs fighting for dominance, although you usually won. Luna regularly let out quiet moans, only audible to those nearby, and Selene would squeak every time.
You used your grip on the back of Luna's head to pull her in deeper, shoving your tongue practically down her throat. Selene gulped at the sight of her fellow blonde's throat bulging slightly from the penetration.
By the time you and Luna were done, and you both pulled away, gasping for breath, Selene's face was bright red, and she was hugging herself, thighs rubbing against each other, as she stood there, utterly speechless.
She looks in the same state as Luna, to be honest. Looking from one blonde to another displayed the same symptoms, only where Selene looked confused, Luna looked hungry.
Still, you had teasing to do, so turning away, you stepped out towards Selene, whose eye snapped to you.
"That is how you kiss someone into submission." You stated, an easy, confident smile on your face. You put on a thinking look before offering. "Would you like some firsthand experience? You seemed pretty engrossed."
Selene froze, staring between you and Luna, mouth forming silent words, before finally the damn burst, and noise flooded out.
"Ye-NO! S-Stay away from me, you perverts!" She squeaked out before turning and stomping away. Unfortunately for her, each stomp flared her skirt just the slightest bit, revealing a delicious sight that had you smiling.
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Had you grown more perverted?
As you considered the question, you turned back to Luna, who was standing there, smiling.
"That was fun." She said calmly, juices running down her own thighs, staining her skirt. She seemed utterly at peace with it, though.
You nodded.
"Yeah, why was she angry at you?" You couldn't help but ask.
Luna laughed.
"Oh, Selene wasn't angry; she just isn't good at dealing with certain feelings yet. If it had gone on, the worst thing that would have happened is her dragging me to the bathrooms." Luna licked her lips. "I wouldn't have minded, to be honest, Selly is easy to turn things around on when you're alone, and she looked a bit hungry."
Whatever the hell that meant.
Luna reached a hand forward, and it was closed.
"Anyways, thanks for helping out, and for the good time. Take these as a token of my thanks."
You waved a hand.
"It's really alright, you don't have to-"
A pair of panties dropped into your hand.
"These are my last pair, take good care of them."
You froze. Only for a second, but you did.
When you looked up again, Luna was gone.
You growled.
One day, you'd catch her, and no meddling Slytherins would be around to distract you.
Blue lacy panties clenched in your hand, you stomped over to the Ravenclaw table, the remaining blushing Slytherin girls making way. Harry asked you what was wrong, but you didn't want to talk about it.
Getting bested by the tiny blonde was getting tiring.
-x-X-x-
The next morning, you woke up bright and early and felt odd.
It wasn't a particularly bad feeling; in fact, it felt more relaxing than anything, and the only thing that tipped you that something might have been off was the small feeling of something pitter-pattering to the side of your body, then leaping.
Eyeing the door slowly, you stood up, stretching your arms up and yawning.
Lazily, you looked down your body.
The main thing that stood out was that your dick had slipped through the fly of your pajamas and was hanging out, limp.
Reaching down, you maneuvered it back in, not wanting to give Harry any sort of heart attack. As you did, you furrowed your brow.
Your little Herman felt a little sensitive, for some reason, and the sides shone slightly, with some sort of liquid.
You frowned.
What could that be?
A slight giggle caught your attention, and you turned to your bedside table, where you had set out a small pillow and blanket setup for Opal, your new fairy roommate.
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Who was, it seemed, already awake. The pixie was watching you with keen eyes, a smirk on her lips as she cleaned something off her body.
It seemed to be covering mainly her lips and breasts, and she gathered up the white liquid with a finger before popping it in her mouth.
She caught your eyes as she did, and pulled the finger out with a large pop, entirely clean, before gulping.
"What's up?" She asked cheerily.
You squinted at her.
Something didn't feel right here.
The air shimmied for a minute, as Opal snapped her fingers, and the liquid warped and changed, until you couldn't quite make it out, and you couldn't quite place what your previous suspicion was.
"What are you eating there?"
Opal looked down at the white liquid, still filling the valley of her breasts.
"Just some fairy survival food, something we can rustle up when around a bunch of wizards." Was her response.
She scooped up some more before rubbing the rest into her dark skin, leaving it with a bright sheen.
"It's very good for us, and I found a great source. Reason I'm a bit messy is cuz it flooded out a bit faster than I could handle."
You nodded slowly, still squinting at her. She smiled innocently.
You'd figure it out eventually, for now, thought, you had to get ready for the day.
You had transfiguration first period after all.
Harry groaned in her own bed as she began rifling through your things.
"Herman, it's too early." She groaned, clapping a pillow down over her head, causing you to laugh.
Harry had had Quidditch practice last night, which had, apparently, gone well past dinner. The coach, someone named Wood, was evidently a fanatic, and Harry had stumbled into the dorm, bruised and exhausted, well past dinner time.
She'd appreciate your help in getting into bed, though, and had blushed brightly when you tucked her in.
It was frankly adorable.
Now, though, when it was threatening you with being late…
"Come on, Harry, or else I'm going to have to sit alone with Ron." Was your tease.
A louder groan, before the mass under the blankets slowly began moving, and you left to give her some privacy.
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Stepping into transfiguration was both a familiar and calming experience for you.
In the craziness and horniess of the school, Professor McGonagall had always proved to be a stern, but stable presence in an otherwise turbulent environment, and you'd always appreciated her for that.
McGonagall had no patience for tomfoolery in her room and was quick to stamp it out, with vicious glee in some cases.
Students were sometimes more afraid of her than they were of Snape.
You both understood and didn't understand why, though.
Sure, she was harsh if you broke the rules, but-
The solution was simple: just don't break the rules.
That was something you'd lived by for much of your life, and it hadn't steered you wrong yet. Still, today was slightly different from your typical transfiguration class, where you got to simply take notes, ask questions, and learn.
No, apparently, today Professor McGonagall had a piece of news for everyone, and it was set to shake the class up a bit.
You only had to have all the students arrive before she could tell you all.
You waited, diligently, reading through last night's chapter for a sixth time. As students filed in. Those who made it before the bell sighed in relief as they passed the boundary in time; meanwhile, others were forced to stare down the standing professor, who simply crossed her arms, promising some more disciplinary retribution later on.
Eventually, though, nearly everyone was filed in, so the Professor stepped to the front of the room, about to begin, when-
"WAIITTT!!!"
From the other side of the closed doors of the classroom, there came a loud crash, and the door shook, before there was a rustling, and someone stood up on the other side.
"I'm ok!" Came a muffled noise, and the door opened to let a slightly battered Veronica Weasley into the classroom.
Before she could even take another step, though, Professor McGonagall glided in front of her with predatory grace.
"Ms. Weasley," She began, "Would you mind explaining why you are late to my class, for an eighth time?"
Veronica paused, looking up with an expression of vague worry and confusion.
"Oh, uh, I'd thought you'd be able to guess by now, Professor. I slept in, and I still had to get breakfast, so I stopped by the dining hall."
This was not the excuse she should have used, evidenced by the look on McGonagall's face. Fortunately, the professor also recognized a losing battle when she saw one, so instead of attempting a scolding, she moved straight to the punishment.
"I will be informing the kitchens that you are not to receive dessert tonight." Ron looked heartbroken. "Or for the rest of the week."
The red-headed girl fell over, and it seemed, for a moment, like her soul left her body.
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A look of utter despair on her face.
McGonagall sighed.
"Stand up, Ms. Weasley, and take your seat. It only worked the first two times."
Ron stood and trudged over to her seat next to you.
"Herman, this is a war crime." She whined, hugging your arms and practically sandwiching them and some of your chest between her massive breasts.
"We aren't at war, Ron."
"It has to be…" She muttered to herself.
McGonagall returned to the front of the room.
"Now that we are finished with the drama, I can continue without announcement. This class will be receiving a Teaching Assistant in the form of an older student. They will be here to assist you in any way you need." The teacher glared. "I expect all of you to treat this person with the respect and obedience you give me, clear?" A row of nods, McGonagall turned towards her office.
"You may enter, Ms. Tonks."
And in walked the older student you'd seen only once and never again.
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The pink-haired girl smirked at the lot of you.
"Sup Fuckers."
McGonagall face-palmed.
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From there, the class progressed, mostly normally. Ms. Tonk's, as we were informed to call her, was walking around the classroom, working with separate groups of students, and had, thus far, proved to be relatively helpful, aside from her initial introduction and the dressing down that had followed.
You were continuing work you'd already started the week before, that being the transmutation of materials through conceptual spells. It was rather interesting, actually, and intersected with alchemy enough that Snape and McGonagall had a due lecture on it.
Transmutation through Alchemy was viewed by wizards as the scientific method of changing things. It was precise, had clear, uniform limits, and could be repeated by anyone with the correct steps and knowledge.
Transmutation via spell, or the conceptual method, was done via transfiguration, and the process was powered via the casters understanding of the object, and their will.
It was much less uniform, and no two wizards would produce the same result. Some were especially good at it, some weren't.
There were few rules, and it was considered more as the 'art' of transmutation, in Alchemy's science.
You'd start practicing with match boxes, then on small statuettes.
Now, sitting in front of you, was a gleaming metal pocket watch, ticking away.
The exam in this class, and that was what it was, was simple.
Transmute the pocket watch into a precious metal of your choice. It should be uniform and smooth.
Most students had resigned to going for a simple copper or silver transformation, with a few maybe hoping for gold.
You were aiming for something higher than that, and you had a good feeling today, as you brought your wand towards the watch.
Ron, at your side, wasn't doing nearly as well and had already said the incantation multiple times with no success.
Of course, she was saying it wrong, so that was probably part of the reason.
You leaned over from your desk to whisper to her.
"Ron, the spell is fors. Whatever metal you're trying to change it to, then fors." Was your whispered hint. You didn't get a chance to say anything else, as McGonagall's eagle eyes turned towards you, and you shot back to your desk, focusing down.
You wanted to help her, but you also didn't want to fail the test yourself.
Just as you were about to start, Tonks made her way over, leaning against the front of your desk casually, smirking down.
"Why if it isn't freshie Herman. You look more confident than you were on the train. Good on yuh." She looked down at your still unchanged pocket, watched.
"Having trouble?"
You shook your head.
"Good, cuz I wasn't feeling like helping." You didn't think that was what a TA was supposed to say, but eh, not your problem. "What are you turning it into, you think?"
You smiled.
"Platinum."
Tonks giggled.
"No, really."
You stared at her. She laughed more.
"Trying to impress me, freshie, isn't going to score any points, especially not when you fail."
You ignored her and instead went over the wand movements in your head.
Side, side, flick, tap.
Simple.
You'd do this on the first try.
Side
Side
Flick
Tap
"Platinafors" Was your muttered spell.
You felt the drain but held the image you wanted firm in your mind.
The watch shivered, shone.
Then changed.
Its tin covers flashed bright, and the hinges flaked, as a new coat, engraving, and latch formed. The watch seemed to grow and shed, as it went from a maybe ten-dollar watch to a well over a thousand-dollar one, in seconds.
You grinned widely, even as Tonks gaped.
"Blimey, what the fuck. I couldn't even do that."
You smirked wider.
"Skill issue."
LEARNED NEW SPELL ROOT:
FORS - To Change
Allows you to attempt to upgrade items
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You left transfiguration with a smile on your face and a pep in your step, new platinum watch tucked away in your pocket.
Professor McGonagall had taken a look at your attempt, after Tonks had drawn her attention, and, for the first time in your memory, the normally stoic professor had shown a look of utter shock and surprise, before promptly testing your watch with a number of spells.
After she had exhaustively determined that it was indeed real platinum, the two had you attempt to recreate the feat on a new pocket watch. You did so easily.
Then another.
And another.
Soon enough, you'd made a total of six watches, and the entire class was watching in utter shock at how.
You would deny being a smug bastard about it for as long as you lived. Although, just maybed you had moved with a swagger as you exited the classroom.
Veronica had attempted to stick with you, but the poor girl was held behind by the professor for some remedial work that she was, apparently, missing.
You figured that Ron could really do with someone in the Gryffindor house to keep her on track and actually doing the homework, but unfortunately, there wasn't really anyone with enough bossiness to direct the large girl, and she struggled.
It wasn't enough to dampen your mood, though, and as you sat down next to Harry, you smiled as the other turned towards you.
"How was your day?" You asked idly, as you scooped food into your plate quickly. There looked to be some sort of fish dish near the center of the table, being picked at by a red-headed boy. You gestured for some, and he obligingly lifted the platter, holding it as you took a bit onto your plate.
Harry shrugged, neither smiling nor frowning.
"It was alright, Snape's a jerk, classes are interesting, Ron is a stupid bimbo, the usual."
Harry had hesitated in calling Ron such names, especially so publicly, at first, but after a few days of classes alone with the redhead, the black-haired girl seemed to give up on being polite and started calling the girl 'Bimbo' to her face.
It didn't have any effect, and Veronica simply laughed before hugging the tiny girl to her body, chattering happily about friends and Harry and how cute she was.
This had the unfortunate but amusing side effect of nearly suffocating the smaller girl in her breasts, and Harry always came out of it with a red face and an intense blush.
"She gives you a hug again?" You asked with a smile, causing the black-haired girl to blush, before placing her hand on the table.
"It's not just a hug! It's an attack! Pratically assault really, the way she just… mmmmm!"
The noise she made at the end was more a verbalization of emotion than any real word, and you laughed. The still blushing Harry eventually smiled along, eyes meeting yours, before she looked away.
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A comfortable silence reigned as you ate, and you turned toward your plate, nibbling away at the well-seasoned fish.
Idly, you could hear some commotion coming from another table, but when you turned, you couldn't see much past the other students.
What you could see, however, was a girl in green, a Slytherin, standing from the table, hands clenched at her side. She glared down at someone you couldn't see, and while you couldn't hear much conversation, you could hear her voice ring out.
"The Audacity! Here I am trying in good faith to educate you- you PLEBIANS, about the real issues our world is facing. You all are so focused on Muggleborns learning magic when there's a greater threat at large."
The sitting person said something, and a tick mark appeared on her forehead, and she turned away.
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"It's not about my family research! It's about what's right! It's- Don't interrupt me! It- I don't want them putting potions in the water, that turn the damn frogs female!"
She pointed dramatically.
"If you don't want to admit that there is a hidden cabal in the wizarding world, set to destroy our people and way of life, by eliminating males, and thus slowing down our population, then I don't want to talk to you!"
She gathered up a stack of papers and stomped out of the room.
Everyone watched in silence as she did.
You looked towards Harry.
"What was that about?"
Harry shrugged.
"That's Hermione Dagworth. She's a bit of a nut, but not in the harmless way, like Luna." Harry picked at her food. "She'll talk your ear off for an hour about conspiracy theories, then start yelling if you disagree. Kind of an ass towards Muggleborn, and Men, everyone really."
You looked towards the door.
"Where do you reckon she's going?"
Harry didn't pause before answering.
"third floor bathroom. She likes to talk over the stalls about her theories, when you can't escape easily. It's also where she goes to mope."
The conversation eventually shifted away from the girl, and you talked about random things, when another bang sounded out.
It was Professor Quirrel, looking more flustered than you'd ever seen him.
He came sprinting in, heading for the head table.
"TROLL!! TROLL ON THE SECOND FLOOR! TROLLLLLLL!!!!!"
The last one was rather drawn out, and he stopped to gasp for air, taking a moment to regain himself, before speaking again in a much more moderated tone.
"I thought you ought to know."
He then passed out.
The room was silent, then chaos ensued.
Students were yelling, standing, throwing things, gathering food (Veronica), and generally being an unruly mass, before a bang sounded out.
Dumbledore had his wand in the air.
"All students will follow their prefects back to their dormitories. Please do so in an orderly line. The professors and I will deal with this matter." He said with finality, before turning to speak with McGonagall. Quirrell was still lying on the floor, and you watched a student step on him, then over.
A thought struck you, though, and you turned to Harry.
She did so at the same time, and you could see the same line travelling through her mind.
"Do we have to?" She asked, a frown on her face.
You nodded.
"Fine, let's go get the nut."
The two of you left the Great Hall in a hurry.
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The two of you moved through the halls, relatively unbothered.
The troll was on the second floor, after all, not the first or the third, and with the moving staircases, it was relatively easy to move between them without ever having to even touch the one between.
In fact, as the two of you walked towards the stairwell, the biggest issue you found was simply convincing Harry that this was, indeed, a worthwhile endeavor.
"All I'm saying is that the girls of Hogwarts would thank you if they didn't have to deal with whispered theories about femboys, and dissertations slipped under the stall while we take care of business," Harry said, dragging her feet while moving forward. She didn't seem at all enthused by the thought of possibly saving a classmate.
"And a small amount of annoyance is worth risking someone else's health?" You countered, as the two of you stepped onto the staircase, holding onto the railing as it moved.
"I wouldn't say a small amount," Harry muttered, but didn't press further, instead crossing her arms. "What does a Troll even look like, anyway?" She asked.
Thankfully, having read ahead in all of your textbooks, you were able to answer this quite easily.
"Well, according to the Monster Book of Monsters, trolls are typically anywhere from ten to fourteen feet tall, with skin tones ranging from gray to blue. They have large hands, proportionally, compared to ours, and are classified as C-level sapients."
Harry was silent for a moment.
"C-Level?"
You grimaced.
"They're… not that smart."
She made an understanding noise as the staircase stopped at the correct floor.
The two of you stepped off the staircase, and Harry led the way towards the bathroom.
"What do you mean?"
You worked through a way to put this as politely as possible. The ministry rating system was somewhat racist, but it worked relatively well in most cases.
You settled, eventually, on an anecdote you heard.
"There was a story of two trolls that met each other in a hallway."
Harry nodded.
"Ok?"
"They couldn't figure out how to get by each other, and ended up standing there until a third troll broke through a wall to allow traffic to move."
Harry squinted.
"Was it a small hallway?"
You shook your head.
"No, it was wide enough that if one of them turned, they'd be able to make it."
Harry blinked.
"Really?"
"Yeah. There are pictures and everything."
"Huh."
Silence, for a moment.
"The bathroom should be just around this corner."
She broke in.
As you two approached the corner, though, a noise made it to your attention. More like many noises. Angry ones.
Familiar ones, to you now at least.
"Put me down, you oooh, Y-youoouuogh, you brute. Hah, I'll, uh, I'll-"
It went on like that, familiar angry ranting, only interrupted by odd noises from the girl.
In all honesty, you found the noises familiar as well.
They sounded like moans.
You and Harry shared a look.
Was Hermione masturbating angrily? Or something.
Turning the corner, you saw the bathroom.
Harry entered first, and you followed, hesitating for only a moment.
The professor would understand. Your classmates' safety came before propriety.
That's what you were thinking at the time.
Yeah.
Entering in, though, Harry stopped suddenly in front of you, and you bumped into the other girl.
Catching your balance, you looked up to check what had distracted her so, only to find-
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"Let go of me, you b-brute, ngh, why-why is your tongue so damn long?" She moaned as the troll dug her face deeper between the Slytherin girl's thick thighs. She weakly, almost theatrically, pounded at the troll's dark hair, but gave up when the large woman shifted the smaller, so that she was able to dive deeper into the brown haired girls quim.
Liquid dripped from Hermione onto the tile floor, and you tried to figure out what to do.
You'd dare anyone presented with the sight of a giant, shredded, blue woman eating out another by literally holding her up, the latter moaning up a storm as she is practically fucked by the other's tongue, to not freeze.
You didn't think it was possible. Harry certainly didn't disprove your theory, with the way she, just like you, froze in place.
Because like, holy shit.
Not even starting on the odds of the troll finding it's why off the second floor, it'd been on, past all the professors, and into this particular bathroom, why had it decided that the best way to quench her thirst was to tongue fuck a random girl she found in the bathroom.
The thought process boggled the mind, and it hurt to even try to think it through.
You stared a bit longer, as neither party had noticed the two of you enter, and both were still very engaged in their current activity.
Hermione moaned again, and her legs tightened around the other's head. The brown-haired girl leaned forward, hands in the other's black hair, and breasts pressed to the top of her head.
It seemed like Hermione might be enjoying this more than the troll, to be honest.
The troll seemed to try to pull away, just a bit, and Hermione's legs tightened, and she pulled her back in. The blue-skinned woman acquiesced willingly, and the wet, sloppy noises of the brunette being eaten out commenced once more.
Who was taking advantage of whom here?
You spared a glance over at Harry.
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The girl was blushing and shifting from side to side as she stared. A hand had come up to her mouth, and she was biting her finger as she watched the ensuing events.
Harry's thigh had always been some of the thickest in the school, with the only other person who seemed to come close being Professor Snape, although you didn't think either woman would enjoy the comparison.
Still, Harry's thighs, barely contained in her dress pants, you privately wondered whether or not she had gotten the smallest possible sizes, rubbed against each other, and she seemed so engrossed in the show that she didn't even notice you looking.
A devious thought crossed your mind, at the same time a plan did, and, without thinking or even consulting your own impulse control, you leaned forward.
While at the same time, placing a hand on that juicy ass that was so temptingly presented.
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You only realized what you had done when Harry jumped, and your fingers sank into the meaty flesh of your college dormmate.
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You froze, as did Harry, at the feeling, and your fingers twitched, squeezing the mass, and causing the black-haired girl to let out a squeak in response.
She turned to you, blushing, but didn't panic, or even shove your hand away.
You wondered, briefly, at what she could be thinking.
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HARRY THOUGHTS
"Is Herman GAY!?!?"
"…"
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
"…"
"I hope he doesn't stop."
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Before shaking your head.
At this point, you were committed, so instead of acknowledging the hand, you pretended like you didn't even notice.
"Sorry for startling you, but I think I have a plan." Was your whispered response, hand giving her ass another tentative squeeze as you did.
She only blushed harder, eyes wide as she struggled to understand the current events.
Eventually, she seemed to decided to follow the same path you did, and just ignore it.
"What is it?" She asked, still blushing, and twitching every time your fingers flexed.
"I'm going to distract the Troll with some spells, and then you're going to have to pull her away from the troll."
The other girl frowned.
"Didn't you say that Troll's are resistant to magic or something?"
You nodded.
"Which is we're not going to be using our spells on the troll. I've got a plan to distract it, and you're going to cast the levitation spell on Hermione's shirt. I'll catch her, and we'll book it to the staircases."
Harry was partway through nodding when she froze again, as a particularly loud moan from Hermione and the sound of her loving juice landing on the tile floor of the bathroom rang out. Her blush intensified, and you felt her hips wiggle through your grip on her ass.
"Are-… Are you sure we can't wait a little bit longer?" She muttered, eyes drawn to the sight. "Observation is important, right?"
You would chuckle a bit if you weren't just the slightest bit worried about the Troll hearing, and instead, you gave her another squeeze, provoking a squeak.
"No, as… satisfying as I'm sure this is, we don't know what the troll plans to do after she's done with this." Everything you read about Troll's spoke of their inherent unpredictability. They could be peaceful one moment, violent the next.
You couldn't afford that sort of risk, especially not when a life was on the line.
The thought of simply leaving didn't cross your mind once.
Harry, reluctantly, after tearing her eyes away one more time, nodded.
"Ok, fine. But you owe me later, ok." You nodded genially at the demand, and the two of you split up, as you both got ready.
Your strategy for distraction was somewhat basic, but it relied on a spell you had just learned today.
Fors
Her footwear was relatively basic, but importantly, it was made of something you could affect.
Your idea of a distraction was quite simple.
The tall woman is off balance, so she's forced to let go of Hermione, giving Harry her chance.
It just relied on your first cast here.
Lifting your wand, you focused.
Agnifors.
You felt the magic take hold, but at the same time, you felt the Troll's magic-resistant soul fight back. There was a brief struggle, but eventually, you won.
The footwraps shimmered, and then, suddenly, fluidly, transmuted into what passed for a large pair of sturdy boots, laced with metal. Another wave of your wand, and the lace tied together, effectively trapping her legs. Now, to just get her moved.
Ignoring the wet noises, you approach only a bit closer before meeting her eyes.
'On my signal,' you mouthed.
Taking a deep breath.
"HEY! LISTEN!" You yelled at the top of your lungs.
The troll flinched, Hermione flinched, hell, even Harry flinched at the volume.
But it accomplished your goal, and the Troll stumbled backwards, legs quickly pulling the metal wire tight and sending her off balance. Her hands came away, pinwheeling, which was when Harry struck.
'Wingardium Leviosa!'
Now free of the troll's arms and only secured by the blue woman's tongue buried in her quim, Hermione was free to be jerked away by the levitation spell. Evidently, both you and Harry overestimated the strength of the Hogwarts uniform, and just as Hermione was about to reach the ground, there was a loud rip, and the brown-haired girl dropped the last foot, landing on her feet with a shocked expression, as part of her shirt fluttered down beside her.
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She was frozen and didn't seem likely to move anytime soon. Both her upper and lower lips quivered. The troll was slowly recovering, reaching down with a large hand to pull at her new footwear.
It seemed like it was time to skedaddle.
You ran forward, and with a bravery that was only powered by the urgency of the situation, you scooped up Hermione, heading towards the door, ignoring her naked tits jiggling in your face due to the bridal carry.
Harry was right behind you, and you heard the rumble of the troll standing just as you left the restroom.
You turned in the direction of the staircase, wondering exactly how fast Trolls could move.
Thinking quickly and listening carefully to the sound coming from the washroom, you came to a realization.
One, you wouldn't be able to make it to the staircase. Estimating the troll's top speed and considering you were carrying someone made it clear that you would not be the faster party.
Two, you were unlikely to be able to properly fight that troll.
While you might've been able to come up with some plan to knock it out, had it been unaware, but with Hermione in the way, you couldn't risk it.
And now that the Troll would likely be expecting some sort of attack, you weren't confident you'd be able to pull a fast one on the large woman.
What did this mean?
The conclusion was clear.
Someone needed to distract the Troll, while the other two hid. Preferably, this needed to be kept long enough for the professors to arrive.
You wondered at the possibility of hiding Hermione and sending Harry to find the professors, before shaking your head again.
There was no guarantee the other girl would find them in time, plus, if you ended up in trouble, you needed someone there to be able to look after Hermione.
The solution was clear, but you grimaced still.
Spotting an empty classroom as you passed by, you skidded to a stop, before heading in, dropping Hermione next to the door, and physically grabbing Harry, and pulling her in as well.
"Herman, what's going on?"
You had to explain quickly. The entire plan would be ruined, and you'd be worse off than you started, if the Troll saw where you hid them.
"Stay here. I'll distract it. Stay quiet," Were your simple words. Harry's eyes widened, but before she could protest, you shut the door.
Her green eyes quickly peeked through the blinds, but obediently, she didn't make any noise.
Just in time, as well, because just as you turned around, the Troll left the washroom. As she looked around, you distanced yourself from the door, taking the spot in the middle of the hallway instead.
Her eyes quickly found you, and she frowned, slinging the club over her shoulder, before approaching.
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It was hard to describe what it was like, having such a large figure, taller than even Hagrid, approach you so silently. Her face was stoic, each step scarily quiet, and she seemed to grow taller with every foot crossed.
Eventually, she got less than a foot from you, and you readied your wand for, well, anything.
Instead, the large woman placed her club down on the ground beside her, before looming over you.
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She was close enough that looking up at her meant that you had to lean back a little bit to be able to see her face past her large, blue breasts.
You also were able to see the way her nipples made themselves apparent behind her clothing, and the trickle of arousal flowing down from under her loincloth.
You gulped at the odd look in her eyes.
Perhaps this wasn't the most intelligent decision after all.
So, in your defense, you were not thinking 100% clearly at this point.
And honestly, you would pose the challenge to anyone to make clear and well-thought-out decisions towards your next course of action, with a near ten-foot-tall woman standing less than a foot from you, looking down with a frown.
Then they could come back and talk to you, but until then, you didn't think anyone had the right to judge.
Scanning the hallway, but not daring to turn around, lest you put your back to the active threat(?), You came to a decision quickly and efficiently.
You had to run.
Fighting didn't seem the right choice, even though you had a mild history in sports; you didn't think your experience in football and rugby was going to do you much good here, given the fact that your opponent had several feet on you and likely a couple of hundred pounds, or more.
Magic, on the other hand…
You fingered your wand, tucked just into your robes, in an internal pocket. You'd only found it a few days ago, but apparently, all robes came with special pockets for students to store their wands in. Very few knew about them, though, and you'd seen more than a few students suffer from scorched behind and ruined clothing because they tucked their magic sticks into their rear pockets.
But magic, you didn't know if you had the skill to pull this off quite yet.
Sure, you had a plan, even if the troll was resistant to spells, that didn't mean you couldn't beat it with things lifted by them. But, did you really wanna risk yourself and Harry on a whim?
The third solution seemed like the best.
That being, specifically, running.
The troll started moving again, an arm raising up towards you, and it forced a decision to be made.
You didn't have time to turn and run; the classroom doors on either side could be locked. That only left one direction.
Through.
Following your instincts, you crouch below the troll's grasping blue hand, and, with a grace learned only from overcommitting to every pass ever thrown to you, you dived for the small gap between her legs.
Your movements were fluid, and you braced your hands under yourself, softening the impact against the ground, before pushing yourself the rest of the way forward.
Only, you felt something stop you.
More specifically, you felt a large hand close around your leg.
You would deny the squeak that came out of your mouth as you were pulled out from between her legs, and lifted into the air in front of the blue woman, who's faced looked more confused than anything.
You met her eyes and did your best to smile casually.
"Hello!" You chirped. "Fancy meeting you here."
Silence.
Your smile began cracking as you considered what exactly was going to happen. Or at least, the possibilities.
"Sorry about the dive, by the way, I was just…" You considered what to say. "I was admiring your strong legs!" Yeah, that was good.
The troll looked down, and you saw, for the first time, a minute expression on her face.
"Y-yes! Truly magnificent, well-shaped, and obviously very, uh, strong."
A faint blush.
"And may I just say that you had the most beautiful eyes." That didn't receive as good a reaction. "I mean, your breasts!" That came out before you could stop it, but the woman's cheeks burned even brighter, so you continued on the path. "Large, full, and I'm sure they would be great for…" You didn't know where you wanted to go with this.
Thankfully, that seemed to be enough to convince the troll, who dropped you to the ground on your back. A single large claw came down and hooked itself in your waistband.
"Hmm, Male?" The first words from her. Her voice was deep, husky, and sounded like it was rarely used. It was clearly a question, though, and one you rushed to answer.
"Y-yes? Why?"
"Strong?"
"I think?"
You were confused at this point, but that took a back seat when the claw, carefully, pulled down your pants, thankfully not tearing them, although that was only due to your quick action in undoing your belt.
She troll nodded, as your length flopped out, before lowering herself into a crouch, lowering her body closer to yours. She moved with more grace than you expected, and gently brought herself closer to your body.
Your own length, awakened by the pervious sights, and your own out-of-control libido, which you had meant to visit the medical wing for, stood at a perpendicular angle with your body.
A droplet hit the tip, and you gasped, surprised, before looking down.
What was…
The troll reached down, pulling her loincloth aside. The blue pussy that was revealed was soaked, and arousal was streaming down her thighs, falling in thick strands.
With a single hand, she spread her lips, revealing blue inner walls, winking in need.
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"Hmmrgh, mate."
Your eye widened.
"What!?"
This was not written about in the book, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad-
"Wizard is now mate. Will claim now. Hrmmgh. Bring back to Sisters. Communal Male. Will impregnate sisters."
THIS WAS NOT IN THE BOOK!
You couldn't just fuck a troll in the middle of the hallway, or get taken away like some kind of war bride.
What would the teachers think?
What would your mother think!
You had to do something.
Even with your intelligence, even with your magic, you couldn't figure out a good way out of this.
Well, aside from attempting a first-time apparition, but you barely knew the theory, and you weren't fond of the idea of possibly leaving parts behind, especially since the troll, which was currently in direct contact with you, interfered with magic.
Which means you had to figure out a better solution.
Namely, the being getting the troll to, well, not take you after she was done with this.
You bit your lip as she lowered herself down, the blue lips of her pussy lightly pressing against your head.
The size difference was immense, but that just meant you got a front row seat to the strong muscles of her abdomen flexing, and your mind, unwillingly, went to how it would feel if they did that while you were inside.
You shuddered, and your cock twitched.
You hoped Harry wasn't listening to what was about to happen, because the course of action, as grim and unfortunate as it was, was clear to you.
You were going to have to tire the troll out and then escape afterwards.
It was audacious, as the woman was much larger than you.
But you couldn't find any other option.
You were going to have to fuck this troll until she was too tired to stop you from leaving.
She brushed against your dick once more, as if she was lining herself up.
"Hmmrg Good size." She muttered.
Or, more accurately, she was going to have to fuck you until she tired herself out. And you were going to have to endure.
You steeled yourself, just as the woman raised herself up.
And then, with boneshaking force, she slammed herself down, taking your entire length in one go. Immediately, a wet, hot, vice of pussy surrounded your length, squeezing tight from every direction, and desperately massaging your cock like it was desperate seed.
You credited your own prodigious length for the fact that, as she took you to the hilt, she did so with enough force that you felt the tip of your dick impact resistance for only a moment, before the momentum shoved you right through it, and had you bottoming out inside her pussy.
The troll had evidently not expected this either, as her eyes widened, and a stifled noise escaped her, as she was impaled fully on your cock, frozen, eyes wide. Then, in a delayed reaction, a shuddering moan escaped her, and you could make out the point on her stomach where your dick occupied, from the small bulge.
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You were hoping that was the end of it, but, despite the shuddering of her body and the twitching of her thoroughly fucked womb around your cock, she still, with herculean effort, her eyes focused back on you, and her legs began raising her.
Her womb wasn't fond of the idea of letting you get in, and held on for dear life before finally, she managed to pull herself off your dick.
Then, with a grunt, she slammed herself back down, and you winced at the bruising force. The same thing happened, her eyes rolling back, and her pussy convulsing around you. Only this time, she took less time to recover and rose herself up again.
PLAP
And again.
PLAP
And again.
As you bit your lip and did your best to silence your own noises of pleasure, the troll didn't bother, riding you cowgirl as she moaned and panted. Occasionally, you heard words that sounded like a different language escape her lips, but otherwise, she was silent aside from the sound of her own pleasure.
You bit your lip and did your best to focus. Her pussy clenched around you, in waves, as if trying to wring your dick of any semen it might have. It's like she was built for fertilization.
But you had to resist.
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This could be difficult.
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It had to have been hours by now.
That was what you told yourself, as the large woman continued bouncing on your dick.
You were still hard, you'd managed to hold out long enough for that, but even that endurance was starting to flag, and you felt your willpower wane as she continued her rhythm.
At this rate, you weren't going to be able to hold out.
Thankfully, though, signs of the woman finally beginning to weaken were showing. The troll's bounces had originally started with her raising herself fully off your pillar, before slamming back down. Only after the first fifteen minutes of this were you able to observe something.
The distance she rose and felt each time was shrinking.
At first, she was pulling out entirely, then she left the head in.
With each bounce, she lost some of her energy. At first, it was a small, almost unnoticeable amount. Now, though, you could see the sweater dripping down her brow, and your head wasn't even leaning her womb with each thrust, just stirring up her inside more and more.
Her hands, as well, which had, at first, been planted on her thighs, confidently, were now braced on the floor, just above your shoulders, so that her face hung just above your own, while she used her full body to bounce.
Her tongue hung out, and occasionally, a loud moan of pleasure would be heard when you got particularly deep.
You wondered how no one had found you yet, but there was little time to consider.
Body tense, you were waiting for your moment.
If she was weaker now, it would only take a single moment to send her off balance, and finish this truly.
PLAP
PLAP
PLAP
The two of you continued, and she was openly panting at this point.
"Hrrmg Is… Ngh, is Mate close?" She grunted. You could see confusion in her eyes. You wondered whether she understood what you were doing.
You smiled, trying your best to look confident.
"Nope. Have we even started yet?" You answered, holding in your own grunts.
"Ok." There was a note of exhaustion in her voice. "Hrrngh. Will rest now." She said at least, raising up one more time as she finally let her guard down.
It was then that you struck.
Specifically, your hands shot out, planting themselves on each side of her huge, blue ass. With a strength you didn't know you had, you lifted her ass further, until only the head was left in. She grunted in surprise.
"What-"
Then, you slammed her back down, punching the back of her womb when she least expected it. The troll let out a moan mixed with a roar, then a squeal as you began emptying out deep inside her.
She was frozen, as you filled her womb directly with your seed, before, as the last spurt came, she slumped on top of you.
Tired yourself, you just lay there for a bit, luxuriating in the feeling of finally cumming, and the warm, convulsing orifice around your cock.
You couldn't lie there forever, though, and eventually, you pushed her up and off you, sending the troll onto her back.
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You couldn't help but admire your handiwork. Even as you panted, pants down, dick out, and soaked. The sight of a woman as big as her, leaking your seed, was somewhat gratifying.
Of course, that was the moment you began hearing someone storming down the hall.
"Mr. Granger, are you al-" McGonagall froze.
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"Minerva did you-" Snape froze.
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"Herman are you-" Harry and Hermione froze.
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You looked down at the freshly fucked troll, her tits having popped out during the final thrust, and then down at your soaked dick.
You looked back up.
"I can explain!" You lied.
You stared at the two teachers, as well as your classmates, who had burst out of the classroom door at the same time. Troll still lying on the ground, leaking your cum, dick still hanging loose, shiny from the blue woman's juices, and mind still stuttering as you tried to figure out the best way to respond to this.
Still riding high, though, a quippy response escaped your mouth before you could stop it.
"Evening, Professors. Bad news, I couldn't get away. Good news, I kept her from getting away."
McGonagall blinked.
"What?"
You recovered quickly.
"Sorry, still in shock," you stuttered out quickly, eyes moving from McGongalls face, towards Professor Snape's.
Her eyes did not meet yours, though, and instead they were trained on the unresponsive troll, who was still lying in a rather lewd seeming position.
Hermione seemed both horrified and confused, and you could see a conclusion being reached and facts being fabricated at high speed, as her mind cooked up some sort of story or theory to go alongside this event.
Harry, on the other hand, seemed a bit odd in the aftermath.
She met your eyes, but only temporarily, before she looked back towards the troll, and then down again. The petite woman's thighs squirmed, pressing together, and her face was nearly entirely red. She looked both conflicted and reluctantly excited.
You'd have to talk with her later, unpack that. She shot you a rather complex expression before, finally mouthing a message.
"Talk later?"
You nodded.
Before the silent conversation could continue, though, Professor McGonagall stepped up, looking a mixture of angry, tired, and confused all at once. She shot the tired side of her countenance towards you.
"Mr. Granger, please pull up your pants. You're distracting the others." She said, sounding more unenthused than your father when his yearly cancer screening came up.
You rushed to comply.
"Yes, Ma'am, sorry, Ma'am." You said, doing your business quickly, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of your still-wet cock being crammed into your underpants.
"Just tell us what happened."
Snape stepped up beside her quickly.
"Indeed, Herman- I mean Mr. Granger. In great detail, as well. Leave nothing out."
McGonagall shot her coworker a look, before, dryly, muttering a line you never expected to hear from one educator to another in your presence.
"Keep it in your pants, Sylvie."
Snape blushed, looking away from the older woman. McGonagall had truly mastered the art of unimpressed.
The transfiguration professor turned towards you.
"Now, please explain, in a way that makes sense, this time."
You nodded.
"Well, it was either this," you gestured vaguely back towards the Troll, "or me tiring her out somehow. Or, be kidnapped when she was finished."
McGonagall looked miserable, or like she wanted a drink, or both.
"And why were you even here, in the first place?"
"Well…" You explained the course of events that had led you from the great hall, looking for Hermione, whom you hadn't yet confronted with your revelation, to the troll, of which you tactfully left out her… encounter, with your cousin, to you and Harry's rescue attempt, and then to your own situation.
McGonagall didn't look any happier, but at least she seemed more understanding.
"And this was the best solution you could come up with?" She seemed unimpressed by your problem-solving.
"She had me pinned, and there wasn't much of a choice. I just… did the best with what I had."
She sighed.
"Very well, Mr. Granger, please head to the headmaster's office. We will discuss further there, but for now, Professor Snape and I will deal with the Troll."
"Indeed." Said the potions mistress, withdrawing a paring knife from her robes.
"Sylvie," McGonagall said, chidingly.
"It Sexually Assaulted a student, Minerva."
"You really want to go down the route this year, Sylvie?"
She looked petulant as she tucked the knife away and withdrew her wand. As the three of you left the hall, you heard the two muttering about spells and calling filch, just before you turned the corner.