For hogwarts treasure hunt, H8, Romilda/Harry
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"Why don't you join us in our compartment? You don't have to sit with them," Romila offered.
Harry looked around. Neville's butt was sticking out from under the train seat and Luna was now wearing these huge, swirly, glasses. He wanted to sit anywhere else.
"Okay."
Romilda giggled. He allowed her to take his hand and lead him to a compartment which was full of other giggled girls.
"Er, hello," Harry said, standing near the entrance awkwardly.
"Hi, Harry," one of the girls purred. "Come sit with us."
"Uh," Harry looked around. "all the seats are filled."
"Here, you can sit with me!" Romilda offered, standing up. Harry took her emptied seat. She sat on his lap.
"Oh, er." She giggled, and the other girls copied her. She moved her butt around on Harry's lap, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"So, the Chosen One, huh?" Romilda said, positioning herself so that her arm was around his shoulder. There were more giggles.
"Yeah, that's what they say."
"I bet a guy like you gets all the ladies, huh?"
Harry chuckled, thinking back to Cho Chang. "No, not really."
"Well you could have me, if you wanted," she offered, with, of course, a giggle. She seemed to be forcing her breast into his face.
He looked her over, and was very conscience to all of the other girls looking at them with rapt attention. "Sure, why not?"
Romilda giggled and put her lips on his.
"Perfect."