The rest of the week passed without incident, and you stretched, yawning as you stood from your bed that Saturday, considering the time spent.
It was rather odd how a week could start so dramatically, but continue so quietly.
If anything, you had found your classes rather boring, the content being way behind what you had already read in the books.
Hermione, though, was at least one spot of change in it. The frizzy-haired girl had become a common sight for you to see approaching you in the library, and would often accompany you and Harry, much to the black-haired girl's dismay.
Harry had spent an entire breakfast complaining to you about the other ranting to her about the easter bunny in the girls' bathroom, before, just as you were leaving, Hermione joined you, and restarted the conversation.
While you wouldn't say it was what you had expected, it was certainly a welcome change.
Still, you were happy it was the weekend. You enjoyed classes a great deal, and all your professors were incredibly intelligent and a joy to learn from, but…
You were tired.
Stretching, you considered the lump on the bed that was Harry, the girl still unresponsive and uninterested in interacting with the world.
You could wake her up, but given it was the weekend, you decided to leave her be and instead headed into the restroom, washing up. You splashed water on your face and considered your appearance in the mirror.
…
You frowned before picking up the razor, trimming yourself lightly, until you were satisfied.
From there, you hopped into the shower, drying off and getting dressed in your casual clothes.
You never understood how some of the other students wore nothing but their uniforms day in and day out.
Stepping back into the dorm, you grabbed your bag before stepping out.
Now, you just have to figure out what you want to do with the day.
Ultimately, you had decided to head out first, without waking up Harry.
The girl had been up late that Friday night, actually, working with Veronica on Quidditch strategies.
You fancied yourself a pretty adaptable person, but Quidditch itself never really seemed like an interesting sport to you.
Really, it just seemed so… random.
You played football for a decent stint. Real football, that is, not that American butchering of the concept of sports.
That was a game that required strategy, true thought to be put into the plays, alongside extensive physical effort.
You didn't care what Harry said to try to convince you; sitting on a broom all game was, at most, an upper-body workout.
She did not, however, have a real claim when she tried to argue that Quidditch was the most physically taxing sport around.
If it was, you weren't sure the slight girl would last any real amount of time.
Regardless, you weren't able or interested in keeping up with their jargon, of the numerous maps they were drawing of possible plays, so you left the two be, in favor of a good book.
The reason for their late night, though, was part of the reason that you were now headed to the Quidditch field.
Veronica had let you and Harry know, and she really didn't need to, given that it was already the talk of the school, that Slytherin and Gryffindor were having their first game of the school year, and she wanted to invite the two of you to go watch.
The large chested red head has blushed as she asked, and it was one of the first times you had ever seen her look actually shy about anything.
Not even that one time her blouse's buttons had burst during lunch, and nailed Selene, who'd been jeering at her, in the eye, did she show even a modicum of shame.
Still, the two of you had naturally agreed, given that you'd already been planning on going, for Harry's sake more than your own interest, and the redhead had squealed before running off.
It was only after that that you realized that Veronica, without your knowledge, had also volunteered you for a supporting position at the event.
Professor McGonagall had approached you after the fact, with a stack of papers in hand, asking you which you'd prefer.
She hadn't been impressed when she realized you had no idea what she was talking about, and had taken the time to explain the positions to you, before leaving, presumably to yell at an unsuspecting, brainless redhead.
She had graciously given you a deadline of the day to decide, and as you walked to the field, every option required you to show up early, you considered your options.
The one that seemed the most immediately interesting was the casting position. You would be in charge of announcing events, calls, and other bits and pieces. McGonagall had warned you, though, that there was a history of teams trying to intimidate or bribe casters for more favorable coverage before or during halftime.
The second position was that of a referee's assistant. This would have you actually on a broom on the field, and confirming calls, as well as being a second opinion in case Hooch couldn't decide.
This position was also prone to attempted manipulations, but more active ones, given that you are on the field with the players. The Transfiguration professor had warned you against making a scene.
Finally, there was a more experimental spot you could fill. That being both teams' assistant and gopher. You would be in charge of tending to either team's needs during, before, and after the game, when they were in the locker room and on the bench.
As you exited the castle, you considered your options.
Casting sounded like, frankly, too much work; you weren't interested in having your voice broadcast to most of the school anyway.
Besides, you weren't great at public speaking, at least, not if you weren't speaking from a book.
The assistant ref position, on the other hand…
Hell no!
You already heard enough about Quidditch from Veronica and Harry, if you had to decide in favor of the Slytherin team during the match, and knowing you luck, you would, then you would never hear the end of it from either of them.
You weren't willing to take that risk, to put that sort of strain on your friendship.
No. The best option, out of all of them, was the Team Assistant.
Away from the crowds, your responsibilities were clear-cut, and you were confident you could manage this sort of task with relative ease.
Approaching the field, you were at least a few hours ahead of the actual game, which meant the only people milling around were players waiting for the field to open, and the real fanatics who had a specific seat they wanted.
You spotted Hooch and McGonagall discussing near the entrance, though, so you approached them quickly, tucking the other two papers away and withdrawing a pen from your bag. A quick signature, and you were ready.
The two teachers turned to you as you approached.
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McGonagall was dressed as she normally did, but Hooch had changed her usual outfit of heavy robes and leather riding chaps, in exchange for what looked like a relatively modern referee outfit, if not for the fact that it lacked sleeves, and a few inches from the bottom, displaying a large degree of abs, as well as the showcasing the tendency that made you dislike this teacher.
Her unprofessionalism!
Hooch's entire attitude towards teaching was simply too relaxed for your tastes, and she graded, to quote her, based on vibes.
What did that even mean!?
You had gotten a 93 on your last test, and you still hadn't recovered.
And you didn't even want to think of the time she sent that Gryffindor third year to the hospital wing for getting to class late.
None of you had expected the woman to actually rock-bottom a student, but you were the one who was forced to walk him to Madame Pomphrey.
Still, you maintained your smile even as you stepped up.
"I have the papers here, professor." You said, handing McGonagall the signed form.
"Thank you, Mr. Granger. Ah-" She paused, before looking back up. "Are you sure, Mr. Granger. These two teams are…" She winced, even as Hooch broke in with a wide grin.
"Ah, what's the worst that could happen, Minnie?" She clapped a hand on your shoulder, pulling you away from the transfiguration professor. "Besides, it will be good for the girls to let off some steam. A young boy like this is just what we need to prevent emotions from running high during the game."
The look McGonagall gave Hooch could have dried the Atlantic. She looked back at you, asking with her eyes whether you were entirely sure about this.
You nodded.
The Professor sighed.
"Very well, then, I'll leave you two to work. I must fetch Albus. I think he's been hiding his pills again." And with that, the professor was off, and Hooch looked down at you with a smile.
"Finally giving it your all, Granger, eh? I like it. Do well, and I'll actually give you a hundred next flight exam."
You didn't think that was in line with educational ethics, but eh.
You'd take it.
Hooch quickly lost her smile, and she leaned down.
"And if you see any of those brats trying anything. You either stop it yourself or come get me. I won't have any shitheels thinking they float the reg's on my field. Clear?"
You nodded.
"Loud and clear."
Hooch smiled before leaning away.
"Good, now, your first task."
She tapped her whistle with a long nail.
"The teams aren't in just yet, but they will be soon. You and I need to get the locker rooms ready and make sure everything is in place. You'll take one, I'll take the other." She turned back to you. "Pick your poison."
You chose the Slytherin locket room, and Hooch, without much ceremony, slapped a hand down onto your shoulder once, then twice, before leaving you with a list and a key to the locker room.
Hogwarts was rather odd, or rather, it was very focused on proper theming. What that meant was that, when there had to be individual facilities for something, they had to have four, and each had to be themed after a house.
It happened more than you think in Hogwarts, to the point where it was somewhat predictable.
Thus, despite never having even been to the Quidditch stadium before, you knew exactly which locker room was theirs.
Mainly, by the green coloration and snake motif surrounding it.
Pushing through the door, you check the list before immediately getting to work.
Filling the cooler, checking equipment, cleaning the room, and clearing out any Perverted-Pixie nests that had formed.
All of these things were part of the tasks set up for you, and you went about doing them as quickly and efficiently as you could.
You hoped that you could get it done before the Slytherin team got in. From what you had heard from Veronica and Harry, they were particularly nasty. Though, to be fair to them, you were sure that part of the venom the two Quidditch players had for the other team was partially related to the fact that they were, honestly, the other team.
You were sure, or at least, you hoped, that they were all pleasant people.
You were one for two on Slytherin students so far.
Just as you finished beating away the last of the Perverted-Pixies (And whoever named them that needed to be fired, the little shits were more angry than lust, with their tiny arrows and arabalests that they defended themselves with), you heard the door open behind you.
Placing the broom back down, you turned around, even as the footsteps continued. Immediately, you came face to face with a bright green Jersey, a cheerful 1 printed on the front. Bringing your gaze up, you were met with a set of glowing red eyes and a wide smile, showcasing pearly white, razor-sharp teeth.
Two prominent fangs poked out, and her dusky skin shone in the light as she grinned down at you.
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"Greetings." She said, the distance between the two of you is much lower than was normally appropriate.
You blinked, feeling more confused than flustered.
"Uh, hey?"
"This one's name is Blaise."
"Herman."
The conversation stalled.
You shifted slightly, awkward.
"I'm, uh, here to give the teams a hand. So if you need anything, let me know."
She nodded again.
"Verily." Before finally leaving your space, in favor of heading over to a locker and opening it. You hadn't even noticed her putting down the bags.
Before you could get back to your task, the door swung open again, and this time, two more sets of footsteps, louder this time, echoed.
"And so I've been writing Daddy to double-check. But if what Dagworth said is true, I figured we have a decent chance here at-" Selene, already dressed in her Quidditch outfit, and sporting a ponytail, paused at the sight of you standing there.
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Unnervingly, she smiled.
"Granger, what brings you to our neck of the woods?" She greeted cordially.
You blinked before answering.
"I'm the team's Assistant and Gopher for the game.
Her smile grew, and you shifted back a few steps.
"Oh, really." Selene nearly purred. While normally you were quite confident against the blonde, something about the Slytherin locker room made you feel out of place.
The third, a student you didn't recognize, stepped forward, then again, until she was closer to you. The girl was short, only a bit taller than Harry, and hunched over even as she moved. Her only visible eye was dilated, and she stared at you, fingers poking together.
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As her eye ran down your body, you swore you saw a string of drool.
"Ooooh, this is him." She stepped closer again, and you stepped away in response. "He looks good. But…" she looked towards Selene. "Have you seen it?"
The blonde smirked.
"No better time to check than today, Nott."
The auburn-haired girl nodded rapidly in response, looking much too happy.
Thoroughly weirded out and done with your tasks, you resolved to leave.
You had only managed to put your hand on the door when you were stopped by a large, dark-skinned hand.
"Halt, a request is held, for one such as yourself, sir."
You blinked before looking back. The three were behind you know, and while they didn't all hold the same level of malice and other emotions you couldn't discern, all were smiling.
"Trying to skip out of your job, Granger? I wonder what McGonagall would think."
You stiffened.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
The other girl, Nott, opened her mouth to say something, but Malfoy slapped a hand over it before she could.
Instead, she looked over and answered.
"We were just wondering if the assistant manager would care to give us three nice pre-game massages. It would be oh so helpful to our performance." She fluttered her eyelashes, and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Blaise, who still had a hand on your shoulder, nodded.
"Indeed, this one would much like to feel your hands on her body."
Nott nodded rapidly and tore Draco's hand away from her mouth.
"Touch me, please."
Draco covered her mouth again.
You let out a sigh.
Before letting go of the door.
"Fine…"
The three snakes smiled, and for a moment, you could swear you saw fangs on more than just one.
Blaise pulled you back, and you were led over to the benches.
Feeling the need to defend yourself, you immediately set a limit on what you were willing to do.
"I'm not doing anything too wild, and I reserve the right to tell the professor if you ask for something horrible." You warned, not trusting the situation in the slightest.
You protests were waved off.
"You're stressing too much, Granger. It's just a massage."
Then, her voice became light, and she held a finger to her chin with a teasing expression.
"Unless…. You're expecting more." She smirked. "You little pervert." Her smile morphed into a sneer. "If you try anything, I won't hesitate to tell Snape."
This girl…
You ignored Nott mouthing 'Please try something' at you, and sighed.
You should have gone with casting.
From there, the three girls went about getting ready.
Before long, the three we laid down on the benches, and Selene, chin resting on crossed arms, smirked up at you.
"Get to work already, errand boy, and be snappy, the others get here soon.
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Blaise simply lay there, seeming more than comfortable with the fact that she was getting a massage from a stranger. She was the tallest and the most toned throughout the room, and smiled lazily at you as you passed.
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Selene, on the other hand, treated lying down on the locker bench like it was a sport, and seemed to be constantly torn between whether she wanted to sneer at you or smile. As you passed, she scoffed, before raising her ass slightly and waving it.
"As nice as it is, don't get any ideas, mudblood. If you can prove yourself capable of this little, maybe I'll hire you on as a servant."
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And then there was Nott.
Who had stripped down to nothing in the blink of an eye, and laid dowen on the bench.
"Make it a deep massage." She said, spreading her legs wide. You politely looked away.
Something in your gut told you that this was, almost certainly, not part of the job McGonagall had intended you to do.
If it had been the start of the year, you likely would have been a stuttering mess, blushing and unsure of what to do.
But frankly, you were experienced at this point in the type of events that took place in the wizarding world. Even had half a paper written up on it.
"The Contrasting Dynamics of Sex and Intimacy Among Magic"
… The title was a work in progress, but the concept was sound!
Flitwick had been thrilled when you had mentioned it to her, and she'd spoken at length about how she could contribute research material at a later date.
Although she'd yet to elaborate on exactly what the material was.
Point being, you weren't exactly a blushing virgin, not when you got here, and certainly not now.
Regardless, you had a job to do.
That being giving these three a massage.
But if they thought they were going to eat up all of your time, using their feminine wiles to distract you, not allowing you to assist the other team.
You wouldn't stand for it. You wouldn't fall for it.
So, instead of blushing, backing away, or even pulling down your pants like you were sure Nott wanted, you instead cracked your knuckles, the sound ringing out loudly, and causing Selene specifically to flinch slightly at the noise.
"That's disgusting-"
She froze as you placed your hands on her back, pushing down firmly on a spot where you knew certain groups of muscles lay, commonly tense with stress.
Selene let out a surprised moan, more of a relief than of pleasure, at the careful, precise motion.
What you hadn't mentioned was that one of your extracurriculars was, in fact, in deep tissue massages.
You planned to use the full brunt of that, and more, on the three.
Selene, your first target, was pinned to the bench by your hands as you leaned forward and got to work.
The blonde-haired girl wasn't able to speak, or at least, she prevented any noise from escaping after her last protest was interrupted by a lewd noise, when you found a particularly large bundle of stress.
Shoulders, arms, lower back, you were moving down the body, carefully, until you reached her ass.
Your massage teacher, and older Japanese woman, who had always seemed to favor you in class, had taught you what she called "special massage techniques" near the end of the school year, holding you back to do so.
It was here that you put those techniques to use.
Specifically, with careful fingers, you pressed down on her lower back, just above her ass, you formed the sacred hand sign you'd been taught, before, with a deft, quick motion, you pressed your fingers against her mound, through her shorts, grinding them in as best you could, while your thumb pressed against her ass that same way, the only thing preventing the penetration of her two lower holes being the thin material of her quidditch shorts.
The reaction was immediate, the blonde letting out a loud squeak, her legs pressed around your hands, and her arms coming up to try and lift her upper body, only to miss the bench entirely, making the motion more of an unceremonious flop than anything.
You didn't give her time to recover, either, pressing in tighter, before, in the same motion your teacher demonstrated on herself, you began a circular motion, pressing in and out at different angles against her mons, the fabric quickly becoming damp.
The girl did seem to find her voice, though, as she tried to turn back.
"Grgh- Granger, what on Earrthhhh do you think your doing-ngh."
"Massaging you." Was your simple response.
"This isn't a massage-"
"Malfoy."
It was Blaise, her Italian accent thick as she turned to stare at Selene.
"Be quiet as you are massaged. I am quite eager for my turn, and if your protests cause me to miss it…" She trailed off, lips lifting to reveal sharp fangs. "I will make my displeasure known with your father."
"…" Selene glared, but didn't say anything, and the only thing you heard from her from that point on was soft moans and squeaks, as you worked the tension out of her lower body.
Just like with your teacher, you felt her body begin to tense, pushing back against your fingers.
That told you that the massage was over, and before she could have release, you pulled away, the girl thrusting back against nothing for a moment longer, before she realized there was nothing there, and the blonde looked at you with an affronted expression.
You weren't oblivious to what you had just done, and it would be a lie to say it didn't bring you some pleasure.
The same couldn't be said for Selene, who seemed to grow apoplectic, sitting up, the wetspot on her shorts apparent.
"Who's next?" You asked, ignoring her.
"GRANGER, what do you think you're doing!? Get back here and-"
"Me, if you don't mind," Blaise said, still lying out on the bench, looking for all the world like she was just about to take a nap.
As Blaise lay there, you considered your approach.
It was likely going to be, for the most part, at least relatively the same. Techniques did not actually differ much from person to person. The frequency and intensity of their use did.
But…
In comparison to Selene, and while you did realize the rudeness of comparing woman in this state, you were going to do it anyway simply because you didn't like the blonde, Blaise was significantly more muscled, her body toned in a way that spoke of constant, vigorours use.
Still, her skin was pristine in a way that made you think the contrary. There wasn't a blemish visible on a single part of her skin. The whole of it was like smooth chocolate, not a follicle or pore out of place.
Silk over steel, that was what it brought to mind.
Her thighs, especially, looked like they were built to crush watermelons.
You'd have to pay them extra attention.
And you did, swiftly getting to work, you did the same process, starting from her shoulders, then moving down. The dark-skinned girl was much more tense than Malfoy, her body resisting your touch.
Slowly, though, you were making progress, told by the happy hums that would occasionally escape the other's throat.
Getting down to the thighs, though…
You ended up having to spend quite a bit of time working her thighs. They were thick enough that your hands couldn't fit properly around them, and even while relaxed, trying to get her muscles to loosen was like rubbing a medicine ball.
Still, with diligent work, you managed to get at some of the tension, and from the happy sigh Blaise let out, she appreciated your efforts.
Finally, you moved on to the main event, and this time, you didn't bother hesitating.
Blaise, who was looking back, simply watched, smiling, as you placed your hand against her covered pussy and ass.
No noise escaped her as you started pressing in, grinding your fingers against her most sensitive spots, although, after a while, she did shift so that her ass was raised into the air, allowing you a better range of motion to get at her.
You continued this for a while, and quickly her shorts became soaked. The tension, however, didn't seem to be leaving her at the same pace that it did Malfoy.
Thankfully, her raised ass allowed you to take advantage of both hands, and, transferring the one on her back to her front, you slipped your fingers under the waistband of her shorts, probing and searching until you found your target.
A soft flick of her sensitive nub sent the black girl's stoicism out the window, and a loud, aggressive moan, more like a howl, escaped her, as her body clenched.
From there, things went much faster. You continued pressing and massaging her lower holes, and whenever you felt she had regained too much tension, you would flick her nub.
Just as with Malfoy, then, you felt her end approach, and just like with Malfoy, you pulled away.
Unlike Selene, though, Blaise didn't complain as your hands left her body.
Instead, she just flipped over, laying back, propped on her arms, as she looked at you, a relaxed look on her face as she frowned at you.
"Hmmm, that is annoying." She spread her legs, thighs coming apart to leave a string of arousal hanging between them. "Sure, you don't want to continue?" Her eyes flashed down to your pants. "I promise we'll both enjoy it." She purred.
You were already turning away, though.
Temptation was the enemy of duty, after all.
Your last target sat back on the bench, smiling at you, nervously.
"H-hey, you're not gonna edge me as well, are you?" She asked nervously, her eyes wide.
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She was still naked as could be, and there was a large pool of arousal under her, dripping off the side of the bench onto the ground. She didn't bother covering herself, so you could see her nipples were standing at attention just as much.
"Lie on your stomach." Was your only response, looming over her.
Nott stared at you, mouth opening and closing as she looked for an answer to your words that would be understandable.
Ultimately, there was none, so, slowly, hesitatingly, shooting you pleading looks all the while, she turned over, lying face down onto the bench.
You heard a soft intake of breath as her naked breasts pressed against the cold metal of the bench.
Settling down, she watched you as you analyzed your target.
She was much shorter than the other two, more thin as well.
…
You could try the super-advanced, ancient Tibetan Monk position your teacher had told you about.
…
Fuck it, might as well try it.
Instead of standing beside her, like you had done with the other two, you instead brought a leg over the bunch, sitting in front of her, a leg on either side of the bench.
Sliding forward, you heard distressed noises more akin to an animal in heat than a person, as her face slotted itself between your legs, easily.
You left her more than enough room, though, to keep things appropriate, of course.
"How flexible are you, Nott?"
"Huh!?"
You'd take that as a positive answer.
Reaching forward, you took hold of the girl's hips, causing her to squeak. To do so had you leaning forward, and you felt something bump into your crotch.
Her body abruptly stiffened, and you watched as a fresh wave of arousal poured out of her.
You could have sworn you heard loud sniffing sounds, as if someone was purposefully trying to inhale something.
You ignored it as you moved her into position.
Bringing her lower body up, and bending her back, to make a rough C with the girl's body, you were pleasantly surprised to find the other to be naturally flexible, and you were able to, skillfully, manuever Nott into the classical Scorpion position, her face pressed between your legs, while her lower body was just in front of your face.
The advantage of this position was that it allowed the technique that your teacher said would relax every muscle in a woman's body at once, but only if performed properly.
Thankfully, Nott had already prepared herself, naked as she was.
Moving your head, with surgical precision, you brought your tongue down and swiped it across her slit once.
A loud, vulgar moan escaped her, and she immediately squirted.
You felt her nuzzle closer, her face pressing against your crotch, the only barrier being fabric as she rubbed her face against your bulge.
Another lick, another squirt.
Determining that she was ready, properly, you leaned forward and dove in, plunging your tongue into the other girl's needy quim.
Beginning to eat her out in earnest, the small girl trambled in your grip, her body squirming as she tried to thrust her hips back. She rotated between shrieks of pleasure and pornographic moans.
It didn't take long, though, before you felt her body tense up, and the fabled 'big one' your mentor told you about began to approach for the other.
Just as she was about to cum, you pulled back, letting her tilt at the edge, quivering in need.
"Please." She said, sounding small and desperate.
You later had her wait another moment, before your tongue shot out to flick her clit.
One large jolt, an aborted noise in the back of her throat, and a massive deluge of love juices was the answer, before she slumped.
Letting her go, the now passed-out girl flopped back to the bench, limp, and you stood, wiping your mouth.
The two other girls stared. Selene with wide eyes, Blaise with hooded ones.
You offered them a simple nod.
"I'll be back to see if you need anything at halftime." Was your simple response, before turning to leave?
Just as the door was shutting, you heard Selene scramble to her feet.
"Wait just a minute there Gran-" The door shut, cutting her off.
You were, honestly, feeling quite good about yourself, all things considered.
You utilized a spare towel to wipe yourself off, and you lingered in the hallway for only a moment, as you considered your next course of action.
Hooch should have finished cleaning out the other locker room by now, and you reckoned, from the noises you could hear inside, that at least some of the Gryffindor team had already gotten in.
In fact…
You leaned in towards the door, trying to hear the voices better.
"-they're not that big-"
"-udders-"
"-should just milk you-"
…
You couldn't quite puzzle out what the conversation was about, but from the voices, you thought that one of them had to be Veronica; you'd recognized that distressed yell anywhere.
You heard it every time a teacher mentioned homework with her in the room.
Not wanting it to seem like you were favoring any specific house, especially not with your friend on the opposing team, you resolved that you would go in and ask them if there was anything you could do to help next.
Besides, you also wanted to wish Veronica good luck; it was the first game of the season, after all.
Checking your watch, you still had a good amount of time until the game started, so, bracing yourself, you put your hand on the locker room door, before pushing it inward, and stepping in.
The door slid open quietly, and you stepped into the locker room, heading around the corner to the dressing area. You were immediately presented with how much of a dumbass you were.
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Winafred and Georgia Weasley both froze, in varying states of undress, their bodies clearly exposed. The normally smug girls both flushed red, silent as they stared at you. A mix of shock, surprise, and something else was on their faces, and you couldn't quite figure out what you were supposed to do in this situation.
Silence filled the locker room.
"Uh, sorry."
Neither of the twins responded.
Before you could try again, there was the noise of a flush, and one of the stall doors opened.
And out stepped Veronica.
Entirely topless, the redheaded girl's massive chest hanging free and jiggling quite ecstatically with each step, as she stepped into the changing area.
"Hey girls, what-" She paused upon seeing you, and, as per usual when air-headed girls met you in the hall, she smiled widely, and raised a hand in a wave.
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"Oh! Hey Herman! Here to watch the game."
You nodded mutely.
"Awesome!" Veronica cheered, stepping in closer. "But… what are you doing in the girls' locker room?" She asked in confusion, head tilting to the side.
You fumbled, for a moment, still a bit stunned, before answering.
"I'm the assistant for both teams. I came to ask if you needed any help."
If it were possible, Veronica's eyes brightened ever further, and she stepped forward again.
"Really! Awesome!" And then, much to your horror, the redhead took her final step, coming towards you, arms outstretched, breasts still free to the world.
You went to back up, when a hand stopped your retreat.
You looked back. It was Winnie.
She just gave you a smirk that spoke of mischief, shirt now firmly in place, before pushing you into her sister.
Stumbling, you ended up with the surprisingly strong girl's arms wrapped around you, her large breasts pressed into your chest hard enough that you could feel her nipples through your shirt.
You couldn't help but sigh, knowing the other girl wasn't likely to let go quickly.
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By the time you were released, both the Twins were fully dressed, and you'd become stunningly familiar with their sisters' breasts.
It wasn't something you were a stranger to, given the buxom woman's tendency towards surprise hugs and clumsiness. While Harry was typically the victim of her shenanigans, you had your own share of close encounters with the breast kind.
Thankfully, this hug was blessedly short, and you were free to step back in order to observe the room.
Veronica seemed content to stand beside you, still utterly topless and uncaring of the fact.
The girl was simply happy to be next to her friend.
It was that fact about her that, despite her numerous faults, made her a charming friend to have.
She was the type of person simply happy to be near another they liked. It didn't matter whether that was reading, riding a broom, or anything else. As long as she was close to someone with whom she was friends, she'd have a smile on her face.
The twins, on the other hand, were a much more volatile presence, and the identical smiles on their faces, now that they had recovered from the initial embarrassment of being walked in on while changing. (Although both still had some lingering red on their cheeks.)
You were almost surprised that any members of the Weasley family possessed the ability to feel shame.
The gene must have skipped Veronica.
"So…" You began.
Winnie came up on your side, the one without Veronica, who had reached down to grab your hand in her own, and was swinging it happily.
"So, you're here to assist us, are you?" She looked towards her twin, and there seemed to be an unspoken conversation at an incredible speed. "Assist with what, exactly?"
…something in your gut told you that the answer you were going to give would be regretted later.
"Anything, fetching things, passing along messages, and so on. Whatever you need, I'm your guy."
Her smile widened.
"You're our guy, huh?" She looked towards Georgia. "Georgie, you hear that, we've got ourselves a man already."
Georgia stepped in front of you, finger coming up to trace your abs through your shirt.
"Mum'll be so happy, Winnie, can you imagine? She's been talking about grandkids."
Her twin nodded.
"Mmphmm, aren't we good daughters."
"The best."
Something told you that this conversation was more for show than actual communication.
Winnie opened her mouth to continue, but was interrupted by Veronica, who had tuned out entirely in favor of looking down at one of her breasts.
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"Hey Herman?" She began, lifting her breasts from their resting position. You tried to ignore the way the large mass deformed lewdly around her hand, and the blood it sent to your lower body.
"Yes?" you answered, ignoring the other redhead leaning on your shoulder, her much smaller breasts brushing against your arm.
She raised her breasts towards you, frowning, and wearing a pleading look that did things to you.
"Do they look like udders to you?" She asked with an innocent and hopeful look on her face. "Because Winnie and Georgie said I'm like a cow and were talking about milking me and stuff. But, they don't actually look like Udders, do they?" She pleaded.
She looked more distressed by the idea that her breasts may look weird than by the fact that she was presenting them to you.
A Freudian slip was an unintentional mistake in speech or action that, according to the theory, revealed repressed desires, thoughts, or motivations.
That was what happened to you next.
Or at least that's what you told yourself.
"That's Udderly ridiculous." Slipped out of your mouth, before you could stop it.
Ron didn't seem to catch it, but there was a sharp exhale, and a tremble against your shoulder, as the twins shook with barely suppressed laughter.
You did your best not to let your mortification show on your face. That wasn't even an attempted joke on your part. The sight of Ron's breasts, presented in such a way, had caused a slip of tongue. That was all.
You didn't think your friend's breasts were like massive udders that could likely feed over two dozen children and have room for more.
Why would you even ask that!?
In fact… Why don't you tell her that?
You considered the thought.
The twins likely weren't going to stop teasing her, so what if you could just change Ron's perception?
And maybe even let her get a little bit of teasing back at the two.
Eye darting over, both were staring at you, smirking, eagerly waiting to see how you attempted to explain this.
Well…
Let's give Ron an explanation none of them will forget.
You turned toward Ron, adopting your best lecturing stance.
"Udders are actually a compliment." You started off authoritatively. Ron blinked up at you placidly, ready to accept whatever you were going to say as fact.
"Women with large breasts are able to better care for children, and they are a sign of both fertility and beauty in women." You continued. "Woman will smaller breasts will often call larger breasts udders as a form of compliment."
"Oh!" Veronica said, smiling. Her face spoke of a revelation, and she turned to Winnie and Georgia with a wide, thankful smile.
Both looked put off by it.
"Thank you two then, for the compliment. I'm sure your…" She paused here, unsure, and she looked towards you for reassurance. You gave it with a nod, pleased and flattered by the trust she put in you.
Taking your approval in stride, she turned back to her sisters. "I'm sure your Udders will grow one day." She comforted them, unaware or uncaring of the suddenly sour looks on their faces. Then, whether knowingly or unknowingly, she decided to rub it in. "It's gotta be tough, being so much smaller than nearly everyone else."
Winnie's eye is twitching. Georgia clenched her fists.
Before both of them relaxed.
"Well played." Winnie sighed, eyes closed.
"Very much so." Georgia tacked on.
Veronica blinked. "What do you mean?"
"Don't worry about it." The twins eyed you.
The breast conversation died there, and Veronica turned back to you.
She seemed like she had just realized something.
"Herman… you said both teams. Are they making you help those slimy snakes as well?!" She asked, looking worried.
You tried to give her a comforting smile as you nodded.
"They are. I actually just got finished giving them all massages before coming in here."
You realized your mistake the moment you said it, as a calculating gleam entered into the twins' eyes.
There was an immediate sense of wrongness in the air after you said that, and a quick mental review revealed your mistake.
Regardless, it was too late for any sort of withdrawals, not when both twins were stalking towards you, predatory looks in their eyes. For a second, your mind flashed to prowling lionesses, moving towards their prey.
"Is that right, Herman?"
"And you didn't think to offer it to us?"
"How cruel, mean, really."
They were doing the thing again, where they alternated speaking, and you took a cautionary step back, even though it was apparent it wouldn't be any use.
After all, they were between you and the door.
Veronica, who was still standing there, Topless as can be, looked between the two of them before locking eyes with you.
"You were… helping the Snakes?" Against all odds, the red-haired girl sounded betrayed, of all things.
For merlins sake, you were given this job by a teacher.
You sighed, before turning to face Veronica, ignoring the twins, who were now on either side of you, with concerned smiles now flanking you from either side.
"The professors gave me the job to help both teams, 'Ron. I didn't exactly have a choice, besides," and you paused, considering whether you could really afford to say this in the presence of Gryffindor Quidditch players, before deciding that you really didn't care enough to filter yourself, and sending it, "besides, aside from Malfoy, I'm not really averse to the Slytherin house."
Veronica gasped, jerking backwards in a way that had her breasts bouncing, as she stared at you with an expression you couldn't read, as if she'd never seen you before.
It was then that the twins struck, presumably to get their revenge for Veronica's earlier comments.
Afterall, Veronica wouldn't understand what they were punishing her for, but they both knew you were the real architect behind it.
Immediately, two bodies leaned against you, sandwiching you between two sets of modest breasts and pinning you in place at the same time.
"Eh… I can't believe this…." Winnie trailed off, affecting a worried look.
"The humanity~" Georgie continued, an arm covering her eyes dramatically, but not her wide smile.
"We can't let this go on." They both turned to Veronica, who jolted at the attention.
"'Ronnie, the snakes, they're trying something truly devious."
"It's clear that they're trying to make Herman here move to their house, from Gryffindor."
"Devious, truly."
"Evil even."
You raised a finger.
"I'm a Ravenclaw-"
A finger was pressed against your lips before you could continue.
"Shhh, don't speak." Winnie grinned.
"We know just what to do," Georgie added, before looking towards their sister.
"Ronnie, Herman here needs to be purged of the slimy Slytherin's influence. Are you prepared to do what it takes to save Herman from becoming, Her-Man." You deadpanned at them. Really?
Veronica, both gullible and well-meaning, snapped to attention, an uncharacteristically serious look in her eyes.
"I'll do whatever it takes!"
They both nodded.
"Good, now." Winnie gestured towards the bench just to your side. "Lie down."
"Eh!?"
"Wait!"
It wasn't you that spoke; instead, you looked to the left with wide eyes, as Winnie, with a grin that looked a tad more devious than usual, halted her sister. Georgie's look was much the same, a raised eyebrow her only visible sign of confusion.
"I have a better idea." She added, receiving an immediate nod from her sister, a confused look from Veronica, and a concerned glance from you.
You'd originally thought that she was going to make you give each of them a massage, just as you had the Slytherins. You weren't exactly worried about that, it being a relatively simple task.
This new look on her face, though.
This was something that concerned you.
Winnie turned from her sister, towards Veronica instead, who, in all her gullibility, was already lowering herself down to the bench.
"Don't you think that those slimy snakes were trying to corrupt poor Herman?"
Georgie, despite still seeming only a tad confused, picked up the line without a problem.
"Absolutely, deviants they are. Perverts, too." The smile on her face held, and you couldn't help but sweat a bit.
They both turned towards their sister.
"They've infected him, sis, we can feel it from here."
Winnie nodded fervently.
"Yep, they've gotten their evil claws into him; all the signs are there."
"If nothing's done soon, Herman will be transferring over to the Slytherin House."
"He'll be all theirs."
"Oh, the humanity."
Veronica, completely unaware of what was, honestly, sub-par acting, looked terrified for your well being, staring at you with the eyes of someone looking at a patient in a hospital, who's just been given a bad diagnosis.
"No!" She cried before rushing forward, her arms thrown around your neck. The sudden weight sent you back, and suddenly, you had your arms full of worried Redhead and massive tits. "Herman, you can't!"
She looked devastated.
Before you could try and fix this, as well as have some words with her sisters about taking jokes too far, the two hooligans stepped in again.
"There is a technique to cure this."
"The corruption isn't so far yet."
Veronica looked up at them desperately.
"Please! I'll do anything!" She begged.
The two nodded seriously, and you opened your mouth to say something, glaring at the twins, before you felt a hand on the back of your head, shoving it forward into your friend's cleavage.
When you finally managed to pull out, you were both red-faced, gasping for air, and flustered all at the same time.
What business did Ron have with smelling that good?
Did the girl actually use perfume or something? She didn't seem like the type.
Unfortunately, in your distraction, the two had continued their spiel.
"See, Ronniekins, it's like a snake bite. You've gotta squeeze the venom out."
Winnie nodded, hand on her chin.
"But first, we have to find the location of affliction. Back up a bit, if you will."
Ron shot away, and suddenly the heavy weight constricting your lungs and making it hard to maintain politeness was away, and you had three red-headed girls staring you down.
"Hmm, I see it."
"It's clear now?"
"I… don't?"
Winnie smiled gently before taking her sister by the hand.
"Why, it's obvious, Ronniekins." She said, pulling the other forward. "Here." She finished, as she planted Veronica's hand right on your crotch, the younger sister's hand coming to lightly grip your bulge through the fabric.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh."
The twins nodded in sync.
"Yep."
"It's pretty bad."
"If you think you can't do it, we can."
"Glad to, honestly, we're generous souls, after all."
The twins stepped forward, and Veronica panicked.
"No, I'll do it! wait!" She rushed out, falling forward to kneel between your spread legs. The girl also immediately, with startling efficiency, went about undoing the buttons on your pants. You were frankly too stunned to stop her.
Withing seconds, your length was standing loud and proud, in the middle of the Gryffindor locker room. Veronica gulped, staring at it, and Winnie and Georgie made no secrets in their interest as well, smiling as they leaned forward.
"Wow…" She said, before pausing and looking up at you. Meeting your eyes, she instantly flamed red, her freckles disappearing in the shade of her skin. "I'm sorry, Herman, but I'll do anything to keep my friends safe." She froze. "But, I mean, if that's alright with you?"
She was blushing hard, a nervous look clear, but her hand was already lightly grasping the bottom of your shaft, while her other hand toyed with one of her nipples like it was a fidget toy.
You glared at the twins, who just smiled back down, as you tried to figure out what to say.
Ron shifted forward, trying to look you in the eyes. You felt your length become buried, then disappear into the valley of her cleavage, and you did your best to block out the feeling. It wasn't conducive to logical thought.
"Please, Herman?"
You chanced a look down.
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Damn, that was a mistake.
You were expecting some degree of puppy dog eyes from the orange-haired girl. Large, watery, and begging for you to just let her do this.
Instead, you got something on the other end of the spectrum, but even more convincing.
Rather than the frankly pathetic, pleading look you were expecting, Ron instead looked more serious than you had ever seen her. For once, she looked confident, certain, and determined.
She looked like she wasn't going to take no for an answer, not out of any negative emotion, or want for this fact. But rather, simply because she cared.
You could tell from her face that this wasn't a slight issue for her. Ron genuinely was worried about your health.
…
Goddammit.
You sighed.
"Fine."
She brightened, and a blinding smile spread across her face as she beamed up at you,
"Thank you! I'll do my best!" She cheered, all traces of that determined, serious expression vanishing under wide smiles and cheers.
She was adorable.
Still, you couldn't help but feel exasperated.
You were just emotionally coerced to let a girl with the largest breasts you had ever seen give you a titjob.
What even was your life?
"Thanks, Ron. I'll…" You trailed off, before turning, and glaring at the twins. "-never forget this."
Both smirked at you, and you couldn't help yourself as your dick twitched from where it was sandwiched, lost in the endless abyss of Veronica's cleavage. She squeaked when it happened.
The twins didn't flinch as you glared, and an uncharitable thought came to your head.
You were going to have those two pregnant by the end of the school year.
Because if they kept pulling stuff like this, you were going to have to turn it around. At some point or another.
Still, neither seemed intimidated by your glare, and you were distracted from it when Veronica shifted in her place, arms hugging her breasts, and consequently putting pressure on the shaft within.
"So… how do I do this?" You were gratified when she looked up at you, rather than her sisters, for advice.
A much better choice in role model.
You saw, in the corner of your eye, Georgie's mouth twitch before starting to open. You decided to cut her off there.
You were not going to let her continue this farce, at least, not on their terms.
"Simple." You began, loudly, cutting her off. Veronica stared up with trusting eyes, ready to hang onto your every word.
You shifted slightly, and eventually your shaft was freed from its marshmallow prison.
The shaft twitched as it hung in front of her face. She looked up at it with a look of awe, as it came to rest atop her cleavage.
"You take this," You began, gesturing down to your length, before gesturing back towards her, "-and you put it between those." You gestured towards her breasts.
"And this will get the poison out?" She asked.
You nodded. The orange-haired girl gained a determined look, and, ahoge bouncing, she reared back a bit, hands coming up underneath her breasts to lift them.
Leaning in once more, she brought the massive globes of flesh apart, slightly, before bringing them together, on either side of your dick.
It was almost like a guillotine, and immediately, the warm, soft flesh surrounded you with a clap. Holding them there, she looked up at you again, for guidance.
"Now, you rub them up and down, until the evil is released."
Another serious nod, she got right to work, and with impressive strength lifted her rack up before letting it drop. The friction, heat, and velvety smooth texture of her skin made you groan a bit, and the head of your dick poked out of the top of her breasts.
Veronica looked down at it, tilting her head. A smile came to her face, and she giggled.
"Heh, it's cute!"
Before you could respond, she got back to work, and you stuck between gritting your teeth, trying not to let out any noises of pleasure, and encouraging the earnest redhead, doing her best to get you off.
Unfortunately for you, your concentration was broken when your head was assaulted on either side by soft, warm somethings. Vibrations in the objects turned into low laughs, as the twins knelt on the bench, on either side of you, trapping your head between their chests.
"Little Herman seems to be enjoying the 'Process', eh Georgie?"
"He does, Winnie, could he be a pervert?"
A hand came down, slipping under your shirt, feeling up your chest. You couldn't tell which twin it was.
"No, couldn't be. Little Herman, star firstie of Ravenclaw, couldn't be some sort of weirdo who gets off to girls with orange hair."
"Really, he seems to be enjoying himself now?"
These. Damn. Brats.
Thankfully, Veronica didn't seem to notice, a cute frown of concentration on her face, as she stared down at the valley of her breasts. She let out a little cheer every time she felt your dick twitch.
"He did walk in on us changing, though? But Herman doesn't seem to be a pervert…"
"Could it be that he has a crush on someone? Couldn't help himself?"
"Ronniekins, maybe?"
"Maybe he just likes Weasley's? A sucker for freckles and orange hair. Large breasts?"
"Maybe he ought to meet Percy then?"
They both laughed, and you couldn't hold yourself back.
"I will get you back for this. I will get in both of you for this. Back at. At both of you."
Unfortunately, the Freudian slip was quickly caught, and the twins once again began their game.
"In…"
"Ohohoho, maybe he is into Weasley woman."
"Let's test it."
Before you could stop them, Winnie leaned over, looking at her younger sister.
"Oh Veronica~"
The girl looked up, not pausing in her task.
Winnie smiled down at her.
"I hear it helps if you suck the tip, and use your breasts to stroke the sides at the same time."
Wait.
"Wait-"
You didn't get a chance to finish, as the next time her breasts dropped, Ron dived her head forward, and sealed her lips around the head of your cock. You felt her tongue swirl around, and a loud groan escaped you.
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This couldn't go on.
You had to change the game here, somehow, or who knew what was going to happen.
If they were going to put such a clear target up, then they should be prepared for you to take your shot. Especially after how they teased both you and Veronica.
Or at least, that was what you told yourself.
You weren't exactly feeling confident, or really even steady, as you tried to think through the feelings Veronica was giving you, as well as the stimulation of the twins pressing your head between their breasts at the same time.
You could actually physically only see a sliver, your vision obscured by the warm mass sandwiching you. You could, however, feel what was around you, and you had a decent idea of the position of each girl relative to you.
And aside from the pleasure from Ron using her fat breasts to stroke your cock, while suckling the tip, you were also feeling anger.
At these two, for their shenanigans.
And you intended, hopefully, to pay some of that back now.
Your arms, while not possessing the greatest range of motion in your current position, were able to reach upwards. Specifically, between the two red-headed girls' legs.
And if they wanted to play like this, you didn't see a reason to hold back.
Bringing your arms up, slowly, so as not to alert either of them, carefully aligned yourself.
They were wearing shorts, but that was an easy enough obstacle to remove. You just needed to find the right moment…
You waited, as Ron suckled and her sisters felt along your chest, until both hands were occupied with feeling your pectorals.
Then, you struck.
Quick as lightning, your hands came up, grabbing the hemline of their shorts, and yanking them down to their knees. This effectively trapped their legs in place. A loud, identical squeak from both sides was your reward, but before they could react further, your hands returned.
This time, for the purpose of thrusting your palm and fingers between the legs of each girl.
It took a bit of feeling around, given you couldn't see, but you were able feel just fine, and eventually, you managed to plunge your fingers in.
The moans were gratifying to hear, and it was clear from just how soaked either twin was that they were getting off on this treatment from both you and their sister.
That only made you push even harder into them, curling your fingers and making sure to bump and rub against every spot you could reach of their insides.
If they were going to tease you, then you would do the same, only a step further.
Soon enough, their legs lost their strength, as, at the same time, you pressed your thumb down and rubbed it against their nubs, prompting loud moans, and for both to collapse against you, their weight now entirely on your head.
From the way they tumbled, you reckoned that they were now face to face. Through the soft object covering most of your face and your ears, you could have sworn you heard noises, sloppy, wet, that were coming from above, rather than from Veronica, but you couldn't tell exactly.
Besides, most of your attention was now being focused down below, where Veronica was starting to speed up.
Most of your cock was spit-shined, and the red-headed girl's breasts were slick with a mixture of precum and saliva, which, wrapped around your breasts, felt heavenly enough that with each thrust, you swore your brain short-circuited.
She was also getting quite, imtimate, with the tip of your cock, and you couldn't help but wonder if Veronica had previous experiences kissing, or if she was inventing new techniques solely to use while sucking your length.
You groaned, aloud, as she began thrusting deeper, not just her breasts, but also getting more of your dick into her throat, the wet, warm entrance proving to be just right to flick every nerve you had down there. It was a trial to keep from cumming right away, and you leaned forward, hands pausing temporarily in their plundering of the twins pussy's, so you could lean over Veronica's head, and finally let loose, shooting your load directly down her throat.
Startled, the red-headed girl drew back, but not before a decent amount of your load filled her mouth and shot down her throat. The rest could coat her face and breasts, dripping down the valley, and within, thoroughly coating her, inside and out, with your seed.
At the same time, the full-body twitch you experienced as you came had evidently thrust your fingers into the twins' special spot, as muffled moans came from above you, and a spray of juices covered your arms.
Tiredly, you let your hands fall, and both of the red-heads did the same, coming down from their kneeling position to instead sit on either side of you.
You chanced a look to either side. Both girls were flustered, panting, and red-faced. Their eyes were foggy and distant, but there was a heat with which they stared at you. A mix of lust and competitiveness.
Before Winnie began speaking, you were able to notice the shine around their mouth, a symptom, in your experiences, of deep and sloppy kissing.
Were they…
"Well played…" Winnie breathed, chest still heaving.
"Next time…" Georgie added, voice tired, but carrying a promise that there would be a next time.
Veronica looked up at the three of you from her kneeling position, a confused, innocent look on her face. She was smiling widely, though, and it was clear that, while confused about the result, she was happy with it.
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"Did I do well?" She asked.
You nodded tiredly.
"Yeah, thank you, Ron, that felt great."
"And this is…" She trailed off, holding a cum-coated hand, the sticky white strands hanging between her fingers.
"Cum." You answered easily.
She blinked up at you.
"I know it's Cum. I was expecting that. I was just wondering, the Slytherin Evilness is stored in it?" She tilted her head.
Huh.
Guess Veronica wasn't quite as oblivious as you thought.
You nodded, but before you could speak, Winnie did instead, leaning her body against you, shorts still around her knees, she spoke, grinning.
"Yup. Better get rid of it, too, Ronnie. Wouldn't want to get back into Herman. You're gonna have to eat it. It's the easiest way to get rid of it properly." She said lazily, a smile on her face.
Veronica gasped before nodding seriously.
"Got it!" She said, before plunging her cum coated fingers into her mouth, removing them clean with a pop.
Her eyes lit up.
"Mmmph, it's good!" She beamed before going about scooping the rest off and doing so with startling speed.
That was gratifying, you supposed.
A moment in, Winnie leaned forward, using you to hold herself up as she hung off the bench towards her sister.
"Hey, Ronnie, lean forward." Her sister did so without complaint.
Winnie, without much fanfare, scooped a bit of the cum hanging from her cheek onto her finger. Locking eyes with you, she popped said finger into her mouth, making a great show of tasting it.
"That is good…" She said cheerfully. "Try some, Georgie."
The other twin did the same, this time scooping some off her sister's large breasts and flicking one of her protruding nipples at the same time.
She let out an appreciative hum.
They let Veronica have the rest, instead giggling together at your red face and revitalized hard-on.
Before long, she was entirely clean, the twins were up again, and you were standing, more relaxed, and feeling like the debts of the room had been settled just a bit, for now.
It was only when Veronica checked the clock that things got serious.
"Oh gosh, it's time for the pre-game practice meeting!" She yelped. The twins' eyes widened as well, and soon the room was a flurry of activity as the three got ready.
As she ran past, you asked her if she was going to take a shower. Despite having gotten most of it, the large-chested redhead still smelled heavily of sex, and, you supposed, you.
She just smiled.
"Nah, it's fine. Besides, I like the smell!" And then she walked away, following Winnie out. Georgie stopped next.
She watched as her sisters left before smiling at you.
"You know, this is a permanent thing, now. Gonna have to introduce you to the family. Some of them might want a turn and all that."
You blinked.
"What?"
She just snickered.
"Once you go Weasley, we never let you go, Herman." She leaned forward, planting a kiss on your cheek.
She stopped there to whisper in your ear.
"Oh, and Veronica learned those tricks with her tongue from us."
She pulled back, smirking, and your face burned, for what felt like the tenth time this hour.
"Catch you around, Loverboy."
And she left, leaving you confused.
"Once you go Weasley?" You muttered to yourself. "What does that even mean?"
Your face burned, as a thought came to you, but you shook it away.
No, it couldn't be that.
Instead, you turned, heading towards the stairs that would lead you up to the stands.
You'd done your duties at the start of the game. You would watch the match until half-time, at least.
Then you'd have to go back down.
Maybe you could ask Georgie what she meant then.
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