"Right! And I will see you all next class! Now if everyone could please partner up with those who may require a little bit of help onward to their next class, that would be splendid!" Professor Flitwick cried at the end of Charms, clapping his hands together.
Luna graciously scooped up Neville, who looked dazed, his eyes roaming the entire classroom. He turned to Professor Flitwick and giggled fitfully.
Neville poked Luna in the shoulder, speaking in a stage whisper"Look at that tiny man! Do you reckon he's a house elf with a great big beard?"
"C'mon, Neville. According to the professor, the Memory Charm should start to wear off in an hour or so. I'll see you later, Ginny," Luna said, turning to the red-head beside her, " and take care, Professor!"
Ginny had to admire Neville for continuing his attempts at Charms despite his miserable track record. As she scooped up her books and placed them into her rucksack, a finger tapped her shoulder. Spinning around, she looked up at the tall and graceful Atalanta.
"Got a minute?" Atalanta asked, raising an eyebrow.
The two of them moved quickly, Atalanta taking the lead. They sidestepped out of the busy corridor into a classroom that was clearly abandoned.
Ginny was struck by the chaos.
"Where are we?"
"This would be the Muggle Studies classroom, whenever Alecto's not in here, that is," whispered Atalanta.
The walls had been hexed and burned, it was riddled in scorch marks and the posters had been viciously stripped. The only thing hanging was a map of London transit, which had been violently crossed over with a Dark Mark painted in black.
But that was not the worst by far.
Ginny grew pale as she saw the manner in which the desks had been piled like kindling for a public witch-burning. A broken broom had been staked at the top of the heap with a rope-bound effigy lashed upon it. The head of the dummy was painted like a grotesque semi-human creature with wolfish eyes and fangs.
Ginny gasped, hand quickly gripping Atalanta. Behind the effigy, on the chalkboard, large words had been gouged across:
MUDBLOODS GO HOME NOW
"This is monstrous," Ginny whispered in a strained voice.
She turned to Atalanta.
"Why hasn't this been cleaned up? Why has it been left here?"
Her tall friend pressed her lips tight. Her eyes were serious, almost pitying.
"Don't get me wrong, I know that the school has been taken over," Ginny heaved, "but this is just sick. This is so over-the-top and- and-"
Without provocation, the desks shot up in green flames. Ginny leapt back, screaming. The effigy writhed, rolled as if struggling to break free.
"Bloody hell!"
Suddenly, it stopped. The flames vanished. The effigy ceased its torturous gestures.
"It does that about once an hour," Atalanta said in a monotone,"Luna says the room's been bewitched. Only students can see it like this. To anyone else, like Filch or the professors-"
"Cowardly scum," Ginny whispered in a venomous voice, fists balled up so tightly they gouged her palm.
The door opened and Ginny turned. A slight girl, with short straight black hair stood with her arms crossed.
"I've heard Draco boast to first years about the violation he committed in the closet," the girl said, her voice slick like snake skin.
She strode forward. She had a small pointed face, her skin smooth like antique porcelain.
"I've been told Blaise unlocked the textbook cabinets and committed a foul amount of desecration."
She wore a dark gray vest over an emerald button-down shirt, a striped tie tucked under the vest. Her trousers were dark gray as well and well-fitted to her petite frame. She looked into Ginny's eyes and cocked her head with interest.
"And I hear you require some assistance, Ginny Weasley of Dumbledore's Army."
The girl extended a hand, "Yori."
Ginny shook the girl's slender hand, noticing the tight grip.
"Pleasure," replied Ginny, in a high and unsure voice.
Atalanta explained, "Yori is second-in-command at the Transfiguration Club, which is rubbish, really. Should be president, she has loads more talent than me."
Yori raised her hand up as if blocking her words, "Atalanta indulgences in too much self-loathing for my taste. Her spells are nothing short of masterful, even Professor McGonagall agrees."
Atalanta shook her head, "Bloody hell, would you just get on with it already?"
Yori smiled broadly and Ginny noticed that her front teeth were sharp. The girl seemed shorter now, no, she was shrinking. Her nose was going in, her face widening, her eyes slitted.
"She's an Animagus!" Ginny cried out.
Before her and Atalanta sat a small black cat. She was lanky, her tail thin and curled. The cat gazed up at Ginny with her pale yellow eyes and meowed once.
"An unregistered Animagus," Atalanta specified.
The realization swept over Ginny.
"She could gather intelligence for us!"
Indeed, the cat was incredibly small, like a overgrown rat. Yori sauntered around, sniffing at the desks stacked up in the center of the room.
"So she's in?" Atalanta asked quizzically, crossing her arms.
"Atalanta, she's fantastic!" Ginny said, turning to Atalanta, her eyes bright.
Atalanta threw Ginny against a set of Quidditch lockers. She raised a red and gold flask and took a pull of firewhiskey.
"Brilliant idea, wasn't it?" Atalanta asked.
Ginny bit her lip, she ran her hands over Atalanta's long sides and hips, nodding. Some of the firewhiskey dripped onto Ginny.
"Wotchit!"
Atalanta snorted, putting her head in Ginny's shoulder, still shaking with laughter.
"Merlin's sore arse, you're pissed," Ginny muttered, patting her friend on the back.
Atalanta, her hair pulled back in to a tight bun was coming undone, a kinky curl falling over her eyes. She looked at Ginny squarely.
"You've been with quite a few birds, haven'tcha?"
"How would you know?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows knitted.
Atalanta took another swig, looked at Ginny's serious demeanor and giggled.
"You think word hasn't got out?" Atalanta retorted, "Huh? You think people don't know that you shag around?"
"I'm sorry, but is this a problem?" Ginny arms were starting to shake, though she did not know why.
With a wide smile, Atalanta placed an unsteady finger on her nose.
"Ay, but I'll never tell 'em, you know."
"Tell who?" Ginny asked, trying to steady the tall girl, who was leaning heavily on her.
"Tell who about what?" Atalanta asked, looking up at Ginny as though she had just woken up.
"Are you mad? About me and other girls and-"
Atalanta kissed her fiercely. Biting, her tongue inside Ginny's mouth, her hands on either side of the girl's face. Ginny pushed the girl away.
"You alright?"
"What?" Atalanta asked, stepping back, liquor sloshing out of her flask, "Isn't this why we came down here in the first place?"
"You think I'm afraid of people knowing? Come off it!" Ginny responded hotly, "I brought Michael and Dean and H- H- I've brought people down here before. Girls and boys. In case you've forgotten, we live in a dormitory. It's not the best place to get a good shag in before Care of Magical Creatures."
Atalanta drew her in and stroked her hair, "Has anyone told you how devastatingly beautiful you are when you go mental on someone?"
She placed a tender kiss on Ginny's lips. Ginny's mind swirled a little. Atalanta continued to kiss slowly down her neck, pressing her against the lockers.
Slowly, the tall girl's slender fingers went under Ginny's blouse, unsnapping her bra singlehandedly.
Ginny stroked Atalanta's jawline and they kissed deeply. Ginny was picked up into Atalanta's strong hands by her bottom. She was placed on a wooden bench and laid down. Atalanta hurriedly removed unbuttoned Ginny's pants and rolled them down.
Ginny's thighs were flush. She wore dark red panties lined with black lace.
"Hmmph, doesn't someone look scrumptious?" Atalanta whispered, pushing the panties down.
Ginny was already wet.
Atalanta tapped Ginny's nub, causing Ginny's back to arch. All at once, Atalanta whipped off her large, loose knitted sweater, revealing small breasts which bounced. Bending over, she stroked the tops of Ginny's thigh with her chest, her soft breasts felt delicate and divinely feminine.
Gripping Ginny's legs to keep them widely spread, Atalanta kissed her clitoris once. It was like a shock down Ginny's entire body. She moaned once, her fingers running through her own long red hair.
"Yes, I'd like to see the Chosen One do this for you," Atalanta crooned.
She bent her head between Ginny's thighs, producing a high silvery note from the freckled girl.
Atalanta lapped her up, burying her tongue deep in Ginny's moist core. It turned on Ginny to be serviced fully clothed with just her pants and panties pushed down.
Momentarily, Atalanta stood up and removed her shoes, pants and black thong. Straddling the bench, she placed her own wet sex above Ginny's lips.
"You mind?"
Ginny answered by grabbing her friend's slender hips and licking her eagerly.
Atalanta laughed softly and bent over once more to kiss and stroke Ginny. It felt amazing to taste the beautiful girl as well as to be pleasured, for their bodies to be entwined.
Atalanta took two fingers and placed them inside. Ginny closed her eyes and moaned hard.
"Uhhh!" Ginny gasped.
"You still licking that pussy?"
Ginny could hardly focus, but she continued. She brought up her own fingers and circled Atalanta's clitoris. Atalanta rocked her pelvis back and forth against her fingers in hungry lust.
"Ah. Ah," Ginny cried. It was too much, being licked and fingered. Her juices were running hot and she could hardly contain herself at this point.
Ginny stroked Atalanta faster, producing staccato high notes from her friend now. She watched as Atalanta's petite breasts bounced, her head thrown back.
"Oh that feels so good, Ginny. Uh! I knew you'd be a good fuck!"
Atalanta returned to licking Ginny's cunt and the redhead felt as if lit on fire. Her sex pulsed intensely.
"Oh yes, oh yes, that's- that's- OH!"
Suddenly, they were both pushed over the edge, moaning fully, dazed in the heat of their actions.
They slid off the bench and sat side by side. Atalanta turned to Ginny. She ran her hand through Ginny's long and mussed up mane and shook it fitfully. Hair drooped in front of Ginny's eyes and the two choked with laughter, then drunken girl falling into Ginny's lap.
