Chapter 22
Saturday, 25 May 1996
Hogwarts, Scotland
"I just wanna make sure they're OK," Harry said, climbing out of his trunk. "Wouldn't do to have them caught by McGonagall." It was nearly four, the hour McGonagall said she'd return.
"Do you really think they'd be so irresponsible…" Hermione trailed off.
"Hermione, they're my brothers," Ginny scoffed. "Irresponsible might as well be their middle names."
"Two words," Harry said as he helped Katie over the side. "Flying car."
"Good point," Hermione acceded. "Do you think they're still downstairs?"
Harry glanced around the room. Ron's was the only one with the curtains pulled.
"Good bet Ron's here," Harry said, jerking his thumb at the canopy bed Ron slept in.
"I bet he's drunk," Ginny snorted.
Harry walked over to the bed as Neville climbed out of the trunk. Demelza and Jimmy were behind him, waiting their turn.
"Oi, mate," Harry called out as he approached. He flung the curtains aside. "It's time to… Fuck me…" Harry's senses were assaulted instantly. First, the one obvious to everyone in the room, the sound. Ron was passed out, snoring loudly. Those closer could perceive the smell, as well. It was a mix of brandy and bodily fluids. That wasn't what pulled Harry up short, though.
"Bloody hell," Hermione swore as she stopped behind Harry. Harry paid her foul mouth no attention, as his focus was solely on Ron. He was nude, laying on his back, most of the hair on his lower body matted with drying semen and vaginal fluid. On his left was Lavender Brown, also nude. Harry couldn't tell what her natural hair colour was, as she shaved her public area. He did know that she had very full breasts, though, as they were prominently on display. Like Ron, her breasts were covered in drying semen. Apparently, either Ron or Lavender was a fan of the pearl necklace. On Ron's right was Vicki Frobisher, a dormmate of Ginny's, and also currently without clothing. Her back was to Harry, so her most private of areas remained that way, to Harry at least.
"Gross," Ginny said when she appeared. The rest of Harry's party also gathered around to look, all muttering similar statements of shock and disbelief. Harry reached over Vicki and shook Ron's head. Ron mumbled something in his sleep, and shifted to grope one of Lavender's large breasts, but that was all. Harry was becoming agitated, especially when Harry realized that Ron had cheated on Susan. The last straw was when Harry saw Ron's hand squeeze Lavender's tit, and his cock started to grow.
"Fuck this," Harry said, pulling out his wand. He shot sparks at Ron that connected with his chest.
"Whaaaa!" Ron shouted, scrambling up faster than Harry would've thought possible. He moved so fast that Vicki was pushed off the bed, bumping into Harry and Ginny before rolling onto the ground. She shrieked, which also woke Lavender.
"What the hell?!" Lavender shouted. She seemed very aware of what was happening, while Ron, despite the one being shocked was still piecing together what was going on.
"Wa's wrong, Lav?" Ron asked, looking the wrong way. Lav was glaring at Harry and the others, but Ron hadn't even noticed them yet.
"Fuck," Vicki swore from the floor, looking up at Harry and the others. She was decent, Harry decided: nice face, thin, average breasts, a trimmed-up bush, definitely not worth cheating on Susan for. Harry offered her a hand up.
"You alright?" he asked. As she stood, she got dizzy and wavered a bit and Harry had to hold her up, careful to avoid areas he shouldn't be touching.
"I feel sick," Vicki said with a queasy voice.
"I'll take her to the loo," Katie said, draping a blanket over her and taking her from Harry.
"Wha're y'guys doin' here?" Ron slurred when he finally processed his friends standing there.
"How drunk ARE you?" Hermione practically shouted at him. Ron hurried to cover his ears and cringed. Harry noticed Lavender didn't. She did finally reach for a blanket to cover herself, however.
"'Mione, coul' y'keep it down?" Ron whispered. "I gotta headache." He was drunk enough that he didn't bother with modesty.
"Ginny, could you go see if your brothers have any sobering potions?" Harry asked. He had no idea where they might be, but if anyone could find them, it'd be Ginny. Ginny nodded, giving her brother a disgusted look and left.
"Excuse me," Lavender said, patience at an end. "Do you mind? I'd like to get dressed."
"I don't mind," Harry said with an edge to his voice. "Go ahead. That side of the curtain's not occupied. Feel free to change there."
"What stick crawled up your arse?" Lavender spat as she rose from the bed and reclosed the curtain. Harry couldn't see her, but he could hear her.
"You mean aside from the fact that I specifically asked you to make sure Ron didn't do anything stupid, and yet here I find you in bed with him and another girl, and his girlfriend nowhere in sight," Harry snapped.
"Harry," Ron groaned, holding his head. "Volume, mate."
"He's not married," Lavender shot back. "He can do what he wants."
"You're right," Harry agreed harshly. "But I'm sure you helped him decide what it was that he wanted, and kept pouring alcohol down his throat until he arrived at the correct conclusion for you!"
"So? We were having fun," Lavender protested. "Weren't we Won-won?" She poked her head through the curtain and blew him a kiss. Won-won? Harry shuddered.
"Oh, Merlin," Ron moaned. He rolled over and vomited over the side of the bed. There was quite a bit and some of it splattered on Harry and Hermione's shoes. When he was done, Hermione vanished the sick.
"Yep," Harry agreed, sourly. "Loads of fun." He was angry at Ron for not being able to control himself. He was going spare at Lavender for pushing Ron to do things he shouldn't have. He was a little upset at Vicki, who also should've known Ron was taken. Mostly, though, he was steaming at himself. He saw the condition Ron was in when he'd left. He'd talked to Lavender. He expected something bad would happen, but he was focused on himself instead of helping his friend. Hermione saw it.
"This isn't your fault," she said softly, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "This was Ron's mistake to make."
"I saw how he was when I left," Harry protested in a quiet tone. "I told Lavender to watch out for him. I knew something like this would happen. I'm a shit friend."
"He had two older brothers there at that party after you left," Hermione reminded him. "He had another two teammates who stayed behind. He had six other yearmates to look out for him. You aren't his only support."
"Oooooh," Ron moaned, rolling back on the bed when he'd finished dry heaving.
"D'you need a loo?" Neville asked, concerned.
"Can't walk," Ron muttered. "Head's wonky." Just then, the door opened and the twins entered, followed by Ginny, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan.
"I hear someone's plastered," Seamus crowed. Ron squeezed his eyes tight shut.
"Bugger off," one of the twins said to Lavender as he passed.
"We don't usually prank girls, but…" the other one threatened. Harry couldn't see Lavender's face on the far side of the bed curtain, but she squeaked and hurried out the door.
As the new arrivals came around the bed, Hermione picked up the clothes that were on the floor, and collected a bra from the bed.
"I'll just take care of these," she said to no one in particular, and headed out to find Vicki and Katie in whatever loo they'd disappeared to.
"What the fuck, little brother?" one of the twins asked, louder than he could've. Ron continued to moan and cradle his head while Dean and Seamus laughed. Neville looked uncomfortable about the whole situation, and Jimmy and Demelza were at the back, soaking it all in. They didn't look happy.
"Drink this," the other twin ordered, shoving a vial at Ron.
"Wazzit?" Ron slurred, blinking as he tried to focus on the vial in his hand.
"Sobering potion," the twin said.
"Bottoms up," the other one added, helpfully pulling the cork off.
With another couple blinks, Ron downed the potion. For thirty seconds nothing happened. Then the potion started to work.
"Bloody hell," Ron screamed. He rolled over in the bed to the curtained side and began vomiting again. Then, in an epic anal explosion, Ron had violent diarrhoea that coated the bed, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Dean, and Neville. Fortunately, the mess missed their faces, but their clothes were ruined. The twins, knowing what to expect, were standing well clear.
"Fuck!" Dean swore loudly, leaping clear. Seamus and the twins were laughing uproariously. Jimmy and Demelza looked like they'd be sick. Harry took a calming breath, closed the bed curtains, and used his wand to clean himself and others. Ginny helped by cleaning his wand in return. Meanwhile on the other side of the curtains, Ron continued to be extremely sick.
"Maybe a warning next time you offer one of us a potion that causes us to be… ill?" Harry snipped at the twins. The aroma of excrement filled the room. He turned to Jimmy and Demelza. "This might be a while. I think you guys are good. I'll find you later, yeah?" They nodded and hurried from the room, holding their noses. Harry cast the bubblehead charm on himself. It didn't do anything for the smell immediately, but it would lessen the stench over time.
"The potion sobers you up by driving all the alcohol from your body as quickly as possible," one of the twins explained with glee.
Ginny went over and threw open the windows to let in some fresh air.
"I can't believe magicals would be so inept as to not invent something better given the time," Harry gripped. This has to have been a problem for thousands of years.
"Oh, they did," the twin said.
"We just keep a bit of the really old stuff around for fun," the other twin told him.
"It'll teach him not to get drunk again soon," the first twin added.
"I heard… that!" Ron shouted from inside the bed between vomiting fits.
"Learned your lesson yet?" the twin asked.
"And you're not getting the hangover potion, either," the other twin mentioned.
"Fuck," Ron swore.
It took an hour, six air-freshening spells, three cleaning spells, two showers, and a complete replacement of Ron's bed, care of the house elves of Hogwarts, to put things right again, or at least as right as they could be. By five o'clock, Ron was through being sick, and clean, but nursing a pounding headache and finally sober enough to face the fact that he'd cheated on his girlfriend. As a bonus kick in the marbles, he'd been so drunk during the sex, he wasn't even able to remember it.
"What the fuck am I gonna do?" Ron sighed. He was sitting on his bed holding his head in his hands. "I messed up bad."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. Katie, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins were there, too. "You gotta tell 'er, mate," he said at last.
"Fuck!" Ron shouted in frustration. He grabbed a pillow and whipped it across the room. It hit nothing. "What the fuck was I thinking?"
"You weren't bloody thinking," one of the twins pointed out.
"Alcohol makes you do stupid things," Hermione added.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure Lavender was planning this from the beginning," Harry commented. "This wasn't entirely your fault."
"How do you explain Vicki?" Ginny asked sharply. It was clear she was angry with her brother."
"Collateral damage," Harry shrugged. "She was drunk, too," he pointed out.
"Not as drunk as Ron," Ginny observed.
"Still, even a little can make you do things you wouldn't otherwise," one of the twins noted. "I think she might be just as much a victim as Ronniekins."
"Fuck off," Ron spat, then sighed. He looked at Harry. "What am I gonna say? How the fuck d'you tell someone something like this?"
"Maybe you'll get lucky and she'll have already heard by the time you get to her," the other twin joked.
"That's not funny," Hermione snapped.
"It would solve his problem," Ginny pointed out.
"And give him a whole new one," Harry observed. "Or, at least, it'll speed up the arrival of that part of the conversation." He looked at Ron. "Ron, I've no idea what you should say. Can I suggest being honest? Tell her you made a mistake. You understand she's upset, and that you're sorry you blew it."
"How do I fix it, though?" Ron pleaded.
"I don't think you can," Harry sighed, upset that he couldn't help more. "Either she forgives you, or she doesn't. I don't think that's something you can influence. Either this is a dealbreaker for her, or it's not."
"It is," Hermione said flatly. "She won't want to fix it."
"How d'you know?" Ron asked, worried.
"Because if Justin did this to me, even if he said it was a horrible mistake, told me right after, and I heard it from him first, I'd spit in his face, kick him in the stones, and walk away," Hermione revealed.
"Oh, shit," Ron said, looking green.
"I did the same to Michael for less," Ginny reminded him.
"Fuck," Ron swore. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
"Best take your medicine, little brother," one of the twins said sagely.
"And make better choices in the future," the other one advised.
Harry found Katie leading Vicki out of one of the loos in the boys' dorm a short while later. Vicki couldn't look Harry in the face and hurried off down the stairs.
"Is she gonna be OK?" Harry asked, suddenly worried for the girl.
"I think so," Katie told him. "She's quite embarrassed. I don't think she'll be drinking again for some time."
Harry ran into the rest of the group heading out the portrait hole for dinner. Both Ron and Neville had decided to tell their girlfriends about the day's parties. Both of them were worried. Harry didn't really have any consoling words for them, and simply hoped the confrontations didn't go too badly for the boys.
Susan and Hannah were waiting for the boys in the entry hall. They both looked happy to see their boyfriends. Harry cringed internally when they kissed Ron and Neville enthusiastically.
"Susan…" Ron said warily, pulling back from the kiss. "There's something I've gotta tell you."
"Is it bad?" Susan asked, worried.
"Yeah," Ron said. He pulled her off to a corner of the entry hall. Neville did the same with Hannah, choosing a different corner. Harry and the rest of them staked out a spot next to the door to the Great Hall and waited for the fallout.
Harry could tell both the girls were worried. The boys both looked frightened. Harry watched Hannah nod; brow furrowed. Slowly, her brow unknit, and she said something. Neville's shoulders instantly rose, and he hugged her. As the obviously relieved couple returned to the group, Harry glanced over at Susan and Ron. Susan's face looked like a thundercloud if thunderclouds were red with fury. Her fists were shaking at her side.
"Is she gonna be alright?" Hannah asked with concern.
"I dunno," Harry shrugged. "Is she gonna kill Ron?"
"Why would she do that?" Hannah asked.
"He got drunk this afternoon and shagged two other girls," Neville said simply.
"Bloody hell," Hannah swore softly. "Did that happen at the beach?"
"No, his dorm room," Harry supplied. "If he'd been at the beach, we'd've made sure that didn't happen."
Just then a smack echoed through the hall. If he hadn't been watching it, Harry would've sworn that someone had just dropped a very large book on the floor. Ron was on the floor, a hand-print bruise already forming on his cheek.
"Screw you, Ron Weasley!" Susan shouted, spitting on him. "We're through! I hope you die in a fire." Without another word, she turned and fled back towards the Hufflepuff dorm.
"I'd better go make sure she's OK," Hannah said quickly.
"OK," Neville agreed quickly. "I'll see you later." With a quick kiss she, too, was off.
"That went about as expected," Katie commented.
"Yep," Harry agreed. "I'd better go pick Ron up off the floor."
When he walked over, Ron was still on the floor. He wasn't trying to get up, but he was trying to stop crying.
"It's over," Ron sobbed softly.
"Got that, mate," Harry said, extending a hand. "But the hard part's done. C'mon, let's go get some food."
-oooo-
The next day at dinner, Ginny bounded into Potter House to find Harry and Katie seated with the twins and their girlfriends for dinner.
"Harry," she said, running up to him. "Is it alright if Dean joins us tonight?"
"Sure," Harry replied, seeing her excitement. "Any particular reason?"
"He's my boyfriend!" Ginny said happily.
"Oh, brother," George said, sighing. Harry could tell it was George because he was seated next to Angelina.
"I concur," Fred agreed.
"That was fast," Katie observed.
"He asked me this morning," Ginny told them. "We've been walking around the Black Lake all afternoon, but it's dinnertime, and, well… He's waiting in your dorm for you to let him in," she said to Harry. Harry simply nodded and rose to add Dean's name to the list again. And that's how Dean became a guest of Harry Potter.
-oooo-
"Harry," Ron said, finding him in the library the next day. "Can I ask you something?" He looked around. Katie and Hermione were both there studying.
"Sure," Harry said, putting his revision down.
"Erm… In private?" Ron clarified. Harry nodded and stood. Ron walked to the smoking room and sat on one of the couches. Harry followed and sat on an adjacent couch.
"What's up?"
"I've been thinking a lot about what happened with Susan," Ron prefaced. "Ever since it happened."
"Yeah?" Harry prodded, when Ron lapsed into silence.
"I know what I did was wrong," Ron stopped again. This time Harry waited him out. "Would it be wrong to date one of the girls I cheated on her with?" Harry considered this.
"Is this girl pressuring you to go out with her?" Harry asked.
"No, no," Ron said quickly. "She actually doesn't even really look at me."
"We're talking about Vicki, aren't we?" Harry clarified.
"Yeah," Ron agreed.
"In that case… maybe," Harry consented. "If it was Lavender, I'd say you definitely shouldn't. That girl's a predator. I asked her not to let you do anything stupid at that party as I was leaving. She basically told me to fuck off, she'd do what she wanted with you, though not in those words."
"What about Vicki?" Ron asked. "She was throwing herself at me, too."
"She was also drunk," Harry pointed out. "Lavender wasn't drinking at all. When we woke you up, you were passed out drunk. Vicki was drunk, too. Lavender was stone sober." Harry paused. "I think it you go to Vicki and explain that you realize you made a mistake, and that you don't want to do that again, she might listen to you." Harry paused to think some more. "Why d'you like her?" Now it was Ron's turn to be caught off guard.
"She's quite fit," Ron said finally. "And she wanted to be with me."
"Those aren't good reasons to start a relationship," Harry observed. "Is there anything else? Her personality? Her passions? Anything?"
"She's quite keen on quidditch," Ron allowed. "She's good at it, too. She would've beat me for keeper, but she likes Gobstones more."
"Well, that's something," Harry said, nodding. "What if you invited her to play wizard's chess? You could invite her here to play. I was thinking about having a party here next Saturday, sort of a pre-OWL party to blow off some steam. You could invite her to that."
"That could work," Ron nodded. "Thanks!" He leapt up and bolted from the room in excitement. Harry shook his head and stood slower, heading back to the library.
"We're having a party on Saturday," Harry said. "Every student already on the list gets to invite one guest."
It would be a big party, but not a huge one. Once the Young Auror Program had moved to Hogwarts, Harry had revoked permissions for most people. Aside from Harry the students with access were: Katie, the twins, Angelina, Alicia, Ginny, Dean, Demelza, Jimmy, Ginny, Leanne, Lee, Hermione, Justin, Neville, Hannah, Ron, Susan, Luna, Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise. While Michael had lost his permissions after sneaking into the showers, Harry didn't feel right about revoking Susan's permissions after breaking up with Ron. She owned trunks, too, after all. While the Slytherins had given their trunks back, a few months previous, they still popped in every so often just to say hello. With guests, the list could be as many as forty-six people.
Most of the invitees would be fairly easy to contact. The twins and their girlfriends, as well as Lee and Leanne, were all bunking together. So, finally, were Jimmy and Demelza. Once their secret was out there wasn't any point in hiding it anymore, at least in Pottershire, and Jimmy had moved into Demelza's room permanently, though Harry didn't ask just what they were doing in there. Ginny also lived in Harry's house, though Dean wasn't… yet. It was also fairly easy to contact the rest, as they either had homes in Middleborough or one of the other shires that they visited regularly.
-oooo-
Saturday was 1 June, the beginning of the last month of school. The party officially started at ten, but most of the students who were living at Potter House got started a bit early. The twins and their girlfriends hadn't bothered inviting anyone else, and set up in the theatre watching a film. It was a recent release, one of several Dobby had managed to acquire somehow: Happy Gilmore. They were joined by Jimmy and Demelza, who also hadn't invited anyone else.
Just a few minutes before ten, the rest of the guests started arriving. The first were the Slytherins. Daphne arrived with her sister, Astoria, in tow, which wasn't a huge surprise. Tracey, however, had invited Millicent Bullstrode, which had raised Harry's eyebrows when she'd told him who she was bringing. Tracey had let Harry know that Millicent wasn't entirely comfortable in Slytherin, as she was a half-blood, and anything she'd done to Harry publicly in the past was almost certainly due to peer pressure from her 'social betters'. Harry understood. Blaise arrived with them, stag. He didn't seem to get along with the other Slytherin boys, which Harry felt was a point in his favour.
The Ravenclaw contingent arrived at ten on the dot, Luna opting to bring the only Ravenclaw she actually liked, Padma Patil, who'd only been to Potter House the one time for Young Aurors. She looked excited to be back and see what the house had to offer.
Dean and Ginny arrived next, or rather, returned. Dean had brought Seamus, which wasn't unexpected, since they were friends. Ginny didn't have any other friends to invite, as they were all already either on the list or invited by others. She wasn't terribly close with her dorm mates.
Hermione brought Fay Dunbar, the pretty, but quiet girl Harry had once told Katie he'd consider dating. Hermione thought inviting her might help her to open up to others, as she tended to be something of a loner. Justin arrived next, bringing with him his friend Ernie MacMillan. They linked up with Hermione and Fay and disappeared into the house.
Leanne and Lee then returned with Leanne's sister Sally, who was in Harry's year, but had been sorted into Hufflepuff. Behind them came Neville and Hannah with their guests Sophie Roper, another fifth-year Hufflepuff and Parvati Patil, who Neville had been kind enough to invite so she could attend with her sister.
Ron and Vicki would've arrived last if Susan and her friend Megan Jones hadn't chosen that time to show up as well. Ron was brought up short, and Susan huffed and stormed past him, pulling Megan quickly behind her. The party was already shaping up to be top notch.
Harry made sure food could be had in the dining room all day, buffet-style. There was popular music playing in the ballroom for dancing. Besides Happy Gilmore, there were twelve other fairly recent films available to play in the theatre. The doors to all the other rooms on the first floor were open to be more inviting and encourage circulation. Finally, the door to the basement was open, and most people knew about the swimming pool.
Harry, with Katie by his side, circulated, speaking to everyone. Harry grabbed them some drinks (non-alcoholic only at this party) and he and Katie retired to the Game Room where they played a round of pocket billiards while surreptitiously watching Ron play chess with Vicki.
"She looks nervous," Harry said softly as he passed Katie to take a shot.
"Probably mortified," Katie replied. "Her first real interaction with him was sex with him and Lavender. Plus, she was drunk. That's enough to mortify any fourteen-year-old."
"She's fifteen," Harry offered. "Her birthday's in September. I asked around."
"Why're you asking around about Vicki?" Katie wondered as she lined up a shot.
"Regardless of whether he ends up dating her, he's involved in some way," Harry said. "I thought I'd find out about her; in case she joins our circle of friends."
"It's too early for him to date her," Katie opined. "He's just broken up with his girlfriend." She sunk the 6 ball.
"So?" Harry asked.
"So, you don't just flip the switch like that," Katie said. "If we broke up today, could you turn around and a week later start dating someone else?"
"No," Harry agreed. "Of course not." He lined up an easy shot at a ball in front of a corner pocket.
"Neither can Ron," Katie argued. "Though he doesn't know it yet."
"You're saying he's doomed to fail?" Harry wondered.
"I'm saying that dating on the rebound, especially this close to the breakup, is not a good idea," Katie said. "His emotions are all over the place, even if hers aren't. Still, he probably wouldn't listen if we told him."
"So, you're gonna let him fail?" Harry asked, circling around the table.
"Failure is a powerful teacher," Katie said, taking her shot. She scratched. "Damn." She straightened up. "Sometimes you have to fail on your own in order to understand something is true, or to learn the right or wrong way to do something. As far as falling on your face goes, Vicki's not a bad choice for him, either: she's a year younger than him and they don't run in the same circles at school, so if they don't work out, they'll be able to avoid each other."
"Unlike him and Susan," Harry pointed out.
"That was a completely different mistake," Katie offered. "Getting drunk at the victory party was probably the worst mistake Ron's ever made. He ended up losing someone he really cared about, and who really cared about him. It doesn't help that it's leading him to make other mistakes. She sunk the 8 ball by mistake. "Fuck. You win."
"Sorry," Harry said, giving her a sidearm hug. He looked around. Besides Ron and Vicki, the room was almost empty. Dean and Seamus were playing darts with Ginny and Sally Smith. "Wanna see what everyone else is up to?"
Katie nodded and they left. Poking his head into the other rooms, he saw they were empty. They got all the way to the library, where they found Hermione with Justin, Padma, and Fay, chatting about all the books.
"Where's everyone else?" Harry asked.
"I think most people are in the theatre," Hermione replied.
"Thanks," Harry said, waving as he closed the door. They went back down the hall to the other side of the house. Poking their heads in the main door to the theatre, they saw Neville and Hannah sitting with Susan, Sophie, Ernie, Megan, and Parvati. He closed the door.
"That's not even close to everybody," Harry said. "Where are the rest of them?"
"The only place you haven't checked yet is the…"
"Pool," Harry finished. "You don't think…"
"Are you kidding?" Katie asked. "Of course, I think. It's the twins, and Angelina."
Harry hurried to the basement and pushed open the door to the pool. It wasn't quite as bad as he'd thought, but it was close. No one was wearing a scrap of clothing, but Leanne and the seventh years weren't shagging lustily on the side of the pool. No, but Harry could tell they were providing what a textbook might call 'manual stimulation' to each other under the water. In a group. Meanwhile, Demelza and Jimmy scampered past, being chased by Astoria and Luna, who Harry noticed in passing was both surprisingly well-endowed for a fourth year and clearly didn't like body hair. Those Hogwarts robes concealed quite a bit.
When Jimmy jumped into the shallow end, the splash drew Harry's attention in that direction. He saw the rest of his party guests, the Slytherin contingent, relaxing in the jacuzzi.
"Fancy a dip in the hot tub?" he asked.
"German beach?" she countered.
"Everyone else is," Harry pointed out.
"Fine," Katie replied, pulling her shirt over her head to toss by the door. Harry grinned.
A minute later, the pair walked over to the hot tub, passing the four younger teens as they went. Harry smiled seeing the three girls all trying to dunk Jimmy. Harry didn't think Jimmy was complaining. As he watched, Jimmy's hands 'accidentally' touched five breasts, three arses, and two pussies. While Harry couldn't see underwater, he assumed that Jimmy was the recipient of similar 'accidental' touches.
"Quite the bacchanalia you put on here," Daphne observed when they approached. Harry noted that, despite the apparent criticism, the Slytherins were all also nude.
"It wouldn't be even the least bit unusual in parts of Germany," Harry retorted as he climbed in. "But I suspect you already knew that." Daphne merely sighed and shook her head as Katie joined them.
"You throw the best parties," Blaise told him to break the silence. "I can't think of a better way to get the Ice Queen out of her knickers."
"Shut it, you," Daphne snapped. The dark boy grinned, his teeth very white against his skin.
"Come off it Daph," Tracey laughed. "Like you have anything to be ashamed of. There's not a blemish on that body."
"I, on the other hand…" Millicent said sadly, her hands displaying her body above the waterline. Harry looked her over. Her robes hid… a lot. The cut of the robes did her no favours at all. In them, she looked fat, but she wasn't. It was all in how the robes draped over her breasts, which were… huge. Her round face added to the misconception that she was heavy. Nude, though, even seated, Harry could tell that she wasn't.
"Are you kidding, Millie?" Blaise asked. "If the other guys in Slytherin could see you now, you'd not be wanting for partners, and you'd not have to settle for Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, either. What are those, Double Ds?"
"36E," Millicent replied.
"You look really good," Katie said. "I don't mean to be mean, but you're a lot thinner than those robes make you look."
"See?" Tracey prodded, looking at Millicent knowingly. "I keep telling you that Pansy's just a jealous hag."
"How much do you weigh?" Katie wondered.
"11 stone," Millicent told her sheepishly.
"And you're what, about 6 feet?" Katie asked. Millicent nodded. "God, most of that weight must be in your tits! Stand up, let me see you."
"What?!" Millicent blurted, ashamed.
"C'mon, the only ones who haven't seen you nude yet are Harry and I, and we will when you decide to get out," Katie rationalized. "Give us a twirl." Millicent hesitantly rose out of the water, her massive breasts drawing the attention of both Harry and Blaise. Harry leaned over.
"If we ever get to that conversation about sex with other people," Harry whispered, "I think I've got a new number one." Katie laughed a high, light laugh.
"If I was ever gonna do it with a woman, I think she'd be my pick too," Katie replied in a whisper of her own. "Wow."
Harry looked back at Millicent, who was now standing straight. She had a very flat stomach, and a neat triangle of thick black pubic hair that contrasted nicely with her nearly translucent skin. Katie grinned and made a spinning motion with her finger. Millicent turned, showing off a tight, round arse.
"Dear God, you're beautiful," Katie gasped. "I think you're Hogwarts' best kept secret. I could bounce a sickle off that arse."
"Rethinking your choice yet, Blaise?" Daphne snorted.
"Can't I have you all?" Blaise asked longingly, staring at the perfection that was Millicent Bulstrode's rear end.
"Keep that up, and I'll not go out with you at all," Tracey warned, turning Blaise's face away from his housemate.
"Are you going out?" Harry asked, curious. "He'd not kept up on the Slytherin dating scene, as he'd been a bit preoccupied.
"Casually," Tracey allowed. "He takes me to Hogsmeade and other places, but we're not boyfriend and girlfriend."
"And what does he get out of the deal?" Harry asked.
"Enough," Tracey said evasively. Blaise waggled his eyebrows and grinned.
"Either of you ladies seeing anyone?" Harry asked, turning to Daphne and Millicent, who had sat again.
"Why do you care?" Daphne snorted, "You've got a girlfriend."
"Idle curiosity," Harry shrugged.
"My father wouldn't allow it," Daphne replied, taking him at his word. "I'm to be contracted once father finds someone I'll tolerate."
"Fuck that," Katie spat, suddenly angry. It didn't sit right with Harry either.
"Wow," he said finally. "I always thought your dad was a decent bloke, but that makes me think less of him."
"He's actually far more progressive than most," Daphne informed him. "I was able to set some conditions: he'll not consider anyone more than ten years older than me, and I get right of refusal before negotiations even begin, so he'll not waste his time if I don't like the candidate."
"I suppose that's something," Harry allowed.
"It's more than Pansy got," Tracey told them. "She was betrothed to Draco in first year and her father didn't give her any options."
"Well, that'll not be a problem anymore, will it?" Katie asked. "Now that Malfoy's a wanted criminal?"
"We'll see," Tracey shrugged.
"What about you, Millicent?" Harry asked.
"My friends call me Millie," the girl told him. "And I've not got a boyfriend. You've seen what I look like in those robes."
"Plus, Pansy is always lying and putting her down," Tracey interjected. "Says she looks like a cow and laughs at her, the bitch."
"The only boys who'll talk to me are Vinnie and Greg," Millie explained, "and mostly they copy what Draco did, or they try to."
"What did Malfoy do?" Katie wondered.
"Once they were betrothed Draco got privileges to Pansy," Daphne explained.
"Tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means," Katie gasped.
"Before Draco was arrested, Pansy spent more time in the boys' dorm than in the girls'," Tracey told them.
"Draco was shagging her at eleven?" Harry asked, disgusted.
"Trying to, anyway," Blaise nodded. "By twelve he was for sure. By thirteen he wasn't even hiding it, just shagging her with the bedcurtains open."
"He was always groping her in the common room, too," Tracey added. "They'd be sitting together, and he'd slip a hand in her robes, or just on top, whatever. It was gross."
"That's what Vinnie and Greg tried," Millicent informed them. "They'd try to feel my boob, or my arse. I' d knock their hands away and tell them off, but they kept at it."
"Until she broke Greg's hand one day," Tracey said gleefully. "They didn't try after that."
"Good for you," Harry said, meaning it. "We're pretty open here," he added, waving his hands to encompass the room, "but we don't touch people who don't want to be touched, or make people do things that they want to do." That's when he made the mistake of looking over at the pool, and sighed in resignation. "You might have to see something you don't want to see, though."
Fred, George, Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and Leanne were all along the side of the pool, fucking each other in a giant sex pile. Harry was astounded he hadn't heard it before now. Lee and one of the twins were fucking Angelina, while the other twin was being ridden by Alicia and Leanne.
"I didn't know Lee and Leanne were swingers," Harry said, surprised.
"I don't think they were before today," Katie replied, equally shocked. Harry finally tore his eyes off the six older teens fucking, and saw Jimmy standing in the shallow end of the pool surrounded by Demelza, Luna, and Astoria. Harry couldn't see where their hands were, but they were all clearly touching Jimmy somewhere, and he was reciprocating. All of their eyes were glazed over with pleasure. Just then Angelina moaned loudly in pleasure, distracting Harry yet again. He looked over just in time to see Lee come all over Angelina's face.
"That's bloody hot," Blaise said. "This party rocks."