◑‿◑ The Dressing Room ◐‿◐
If all the young lassies were clothing or shoes made of leather
. . . I'd keep them waxed and used in all weather.
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Hermione was in the library — as usual. She was reading next year's Charms textbook —what a surprise!
Two things were different this time. First, she wasn't researching monsters to find the culprit petrifying students. Instead she was taking a break and doing a little relaxation reading — she had already seen to the Polyjuice early this morning. She'd check it again tonight before curfew.
Second, she sat beside the Library window facing the road to Hogsmeade and kept glancing out the window as she finished each page. She had been here all day, with only a break for lunch, and dinnertime was only a couple of hours away.
Ordinarily she would take a seat much deeper in the library because older-year students usually commandeered all the window seats. Today, though, the Library was quiet and almost deserted. The Third-year-and-above students were all in Hogsmeade while the First and Second year students were skiving off homework and study in favor of games and preparing to go home for Christmas — three days away.
It was the last Hogsmeade day for students this year. And it was Professor McGonagall's turn to ride herd on, er, chaperone, the students and keep them out of trouble. Even though the Prefects' were with them, there still needed to be an adult's supervision — sometimes it was the Prefects who needed minding! That, and to make sure none of the students tried to sneak away on the Knight Bus when they were supposed to stay in Hogsmeade.
Most of the students at Hogsmeade wanted to get in some last minute Christmas/Winter Solstice shopping. A large number of them just wanted out of the castle for a second day. That the weather was nice — for Scotland in winter that meant it wasn't actively sleeting, hailing, blizzarding, storming, or any other nastiness — was a plus. The sun was out and although it wasn't that warm, it was better than the alternative.
It had taken a rather heated discussion, on Hermione's part at least, later Saturday afternoon about how he had no decent clothes — that is, not torn, ragged, or simply far too large for his size — except for his school robes! His relatives had only given him his large cousin's cast-offs, including underwear and trainers! The worst of it was that the boy had plenty of spending money and just didn't know how to shop. He had even admitted to never being in a clothing store.
Professor McGonagall had been just as offended as Hermione at the state of the boy's wardrobe, once she was convinced to look. Fortunately, it was Hogsmeade weekend for the students, so the professor had decided to take Harry along with her to get new clothes the next day.
As long as Harry stayed right with the professor, though, no one would object to the Second-year's presence in Hogsmeade among the older students. They left just after breakfast with the rest of the students.
Hermione, knew, she just knew, that something untoward had happened. It had started as a suspicion in the morning, but by noon, she was convinced. After all, she wasn't with Harry to keep the harpies away. She had had the feeling that he was going to be waylaid by another rabid fan-girl. They had been probably lying in wait for a single moment of inattention from Professor McGonagall. And, the feeling in her gut was that it had already happened. She just hoped Harry was okay.
Students had been straggling back to the castle all afternoon, sometimes in pairs or small groups, sometimes loners. She expected to see Harry making his way back to Hogwarts along that road at any minute, and she was checking the road looking for him.
Of course, it was possible that the professor would make Harry stay with her until she came back, in which case Hermione wouldn't see them until dinnertime. However, she didn't want to take the chance that the Professor would send him on back alone, so here she was. It didn't matter, though, she would have been in the library anyway getting her reading done.
The moment she saw him, she'd be off like a shot to meet him at the Entry Hall. She wanted a full report on what had happened to him in the little magical village. If she had to, she'd drag him into another broom closet and make him show her what had happened. She dreaded finding out that her fears about what might have happened to him would be true.
Although, and she again squirmed in her chair at the thought, dragging him into a broom closet for a debriefing didn't sound like a bad idea at all, even if she was wrong and nothing had happened except some clothes buying. She'd still snog him senseless. She was almost looking forward to it even if she was a bit too sore to want to do more than that.
Remembering her experiences in Hogwarts' broom closets in the last two days made her face hot, and other places as well. She wondered what he would have to show her. Was she dreading discovering she was right, or was she hoping she was right? It was so confusing for the thirteen-year-old girl.
She sighed, she'd been staring at page 337 for at least five minutes without reading a single word. She looked out the window, for the umpteen-hundredth time today. Then returned her attention to page 337, again. This time she would read it!
She had just finished the first paragraph when it suddenly hit her. Someone familiar had been walking back along the road! She lunged at the window for a better look.
Yep, there was a single person walking up the road and almost to the castle. He was a bit unsteady, too. He had several shopping bags in his hands. It was only the fact that he kept stopping periodically to put down the bags that he was still visible through this window. Even though his clothes were different from this morning Hermione could tell that it was Harry, there was no mistaking that adorable unkept hair of his. Nor his small size — he was still the shortest student in Hogwarts, despite being a second-year.
She slammed the book closed, put away her other reading materials, and checked the table for anything she might be forgetting. Then she hustled over to the re-shelving bin and deposited the books she had on hand. She left the Library as fast as she could towards the Entry Hall. She should get there just as Harry did.
Her timing was perfect, he was coming through the doors just as she arrived at the Entry Hall. She shivered slightly in the cold breeze that came in the doors. She was wearing a jumper with her skirt today, She had left off her robes because it was a weekend and she wasn't planning to go outside.
She hurried across the Hall and grabbed him in a big hug, knocking his bags to the floor. He didn't seem too put out at the loss, although he was a bit stiff in her arms.
She stepped back, "What'd you get?"
"Everything," came the tired response.
". . . ?"
He sighed. "Shirts, trousers, boxers, socks, dressing gown, jim-jams . . . everything."
"Oh. Well, then, you'll just have to show me won't you?" Hermione picked up one of the bags, grabbed his hand, and tugged. Taking the hint, he bent down and gathered the other bags as best he could. As soon as he straightened, she hauled him off down the corridor towards the stairs to Gryffindor. She could hear a couple of the students in the Hall and corridor laughing at them.
When they reached the fourth floor, she saw no other students. Smiling, she changed directions and found an empty, unused classroom down the right-side corridor. She pulled him inside, then cast a quick cleaning charm and closed the door.
"Okay, let's see," she said peering into the bag she had in hand.
"Wait, I thought we were going to the dorms?"
"Right. And let everyone know you had no decent clothes? You think the twins wouldn't come up with some weird prank? Besides, if we went into your dorm room do you think the others would give you any peace at all if we told them you were showing me your new clothes? Everyone would crowd in just to peek aand make fun of you."
Harry made a face of distaste at that thought. No, they would pick on him mercilessly about being a professional model. Or pussy-whipped. He wasn't precisely sure what that meant, but it sounded bad.
By now, she had emptied the first bag, primarily socks and pants. Oddly enough, she noticed, the packages were all open and the clothes just stuffed inside. She frowned. She could see trying on one pair of socks or boxers to make sure the size fit, but all of them?
She grabbed one of the other bags. It was stuffed with trousers, again all rumpled instead of neatly folded. She looked in the next bag — rumpled shirts. The same for the next bag with the jim-jams and the next with the dressing gown — no, there were two in there. The last bag had trainers and Wellingtons.
She looked up at Harry, frowning. Harry was suspiciously quiet, and looked everywhere but at her or the clothes bags.
"Harry?"
He blushed.
She put her hands on her hips. "What happened?"
"Nothing. I just . . . shopped."
She grabbed the shirts bag and pulled several out. They were good quality and the designs, off white on white, were tasteful. The two non-white shirts were a gorgeous emerald green and a staid dark blue, both with designs on them in slightly darker colours. No boy would ever have picked these out. "Try again."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
Yep, something had happened. She pulled out her wand and started casting. A moment later the room was silenced, the door locked, and a Notice-Me-Not subtly in place. If someone cast a Homenum Revelio, they would be found out, but someone had to suspect they were in the room, first. She returned to glaring at him.
He sighed again, giving into the overwhelming force that was Hermione in research mode. "Professor McGonagall took me to every store in Hogsmeade, one right after the other. We spent only a few minutes at each one. She would walk up to the register and tell the person there that she was the chaperone today, and to send a student for her if they needed her. Then she asked them if there were any problems from yesterday. A few did mention issues. She took names and told them she'd be back later.
"That took the better part of two hours — there are a lot of small stores in that place!
"Then she took me back to a clothing shop called Gladrags Wizardwear. She told the owner, at least I think it was the owner, that I had had a trunk accident and needed new clothes, everything except robes.
"She had no sooner handed the list to the woman with the warning to not get carried away when there was a bang outside. I think I saw the Weasley twins run by the front of the store. McGonagall left to take care of that and I didn't see her again until this afternoon.
"The woman took me over to a counter with boxers and said, 'Pick what you like.' She had no sooner said that than about ten witches came in. She shoved Professor McGonagall's list into my hand and took off to help them."
Harry made another face as if he had tasted something bad, "She said, 'I'll check on you in a while.'" He stopped and stood there blinking.
"Well?" It didn't seem too bad so far, about what she would expect. Although, leaving Harry to buy his own clothes when he had never shopped before was a disaster waiting to happen, she figured.
"So, I grabbed a handful of packages and started looking for socks. When I found the socks, I discovered I needed a basket for everything. Just as I was dumping what I had into a basket by the front counter, someone behind me said, 'Oh, for Merlin's sake, you're not really going to buy that . . . that rubbish, are you?'
"When I turned I saw two Slytherin girls watching me, so I said, 'Yes.'
"One girl was a tall brunette, the other was just a bit shorter, but had strawberry-blonde hair." Hermione remembered him telling her about how his Aunt 'Tunia had gone through several hair-colour changes over the years, ranging from bleach-blonde to coal black with a variety of shades in between. He hadn't understand why she did it, but she did.
"Before I could say anything else, the brunette said, 'Well, well, well, Mr. Harry Potter, I presume.' And then she folded her arms under her chest. She looked at me like I was some sort of bug. You know, the same kind of look that Malfoy tries to use that makes him look constipated instead? Only she could pull it off."
Hermione noted that Harry did not mention boob size at all, but the fact that he specified she put her arms under her chest meant the girl had large boobs. And he had definitely noticed them!
"Meanwhile her friend snatched the professor's list from my hand. I tried to grab it back but she waved it out of my reach and stepped back to read it.
"The brunette said, 'What brings you here, Mr. Potter? Picking up cheap, tasteless gifts for your so-called friends?'
"'Trunk accident, I'd guess from this list, it has seven of everything.' Her friend interrupted. They decided that it must have been something the George and Fred did. I thought that an excellent excuse and didn't say anything different." The boy was, Hermione could tell, embarrassed at the state of his clothing, even if he never said anything to anyone about it.
"I tried getting the list back again." Harry sighed, "It didn't work. But now they were both looking at me weirdly."
Hermione asked, "Weirdly?"
"Yeah, kinda like I was the prize in a competition."
Hermione frowned heavily.
"The first girl said, 'So, you're really here just to get new clothes?' She sounded surprised. Her tone changed, too. It wasn't nearly as sarcastic. She sounded . . . I don't know, interested?" Harry had a puzzled look on his face.
"'Yeah,' I said. 'Now give me my list back!'"
"'What's your budget?' the strawberry-blonde girl asked instead of giving me my list.
"I realized I wasn't going to get anywhere until I answered their questions. I figured they were going to hound me the rest of the day, picking apart my choices and trying to make me miserable. Maybe I could get rid of them by co-operating, or at least prevent this from taking all day. So I pulled out my money bag and looked inside. 'About a hundred galleons,' I told them."
Hermione shook her head — the boy simply had no concept of money. A hundred galleons was over two weeks' pay for the average wizard. And telling two witches he had that much to spend on clothes? Already she could tell this wasn't going to end well for his finances.
"They looked at me, surprised, then looked at each other, then looked at me, and then back at each other. It was actually comical, not quite a double-take, but close.
"Then they grabbed each other's hands and squealed — they actually squealed — and said 'Makeover!' together." He shook his head. "Then it got really weird. They started talking like the twins, you know, alternating?
"'We can't let him pick things out,'
"'He clearly has no fashion sense,'
"'Wouldn't know quality,'
"'. . . if it hit him in the face,'
"'Completely rubbish at shopping!' they concluded.
"'But he has a more than decent,'
"'. . . budget to get a complete wardrobe.'"
Watching Harry imitate the two girls was funny. He faced his left and said one line, then turned to face right for the next, and so on. All in a high falsetto voice.
"And when they looked at me, their eyes, their eyes actually sparkled!" Harry shuddered.
"Then they grabbed my hands and dragged me over to where there were a bunch of doors labeled 'Dressing Rooms.' The doors had a gap of about a foot at the top and bottom. I got a bad feeling about that."
Harry stopped again, blushing furiously.
Hermione could read the signs, whatever happened next she was going to have to drag out of him. "Come on, Harry, tell me what happened next," she coaxed, "You promised," she wheedled, "to not keep any secrets from me." After a brief pause, "Please?"
He cleared his throat, "Well, at first they just stood there staring at me. Then the girl with the list said, 'He has potential, but you can't really tell in those robes, so the first order of business is lose the robes.' The other girl said, 'Right. As my daddy says when he designs a flower garden for a client, Strip it down to the dirt. Or in this case, skin.' Then they giggled! They ordered me to take off my robes. Well, I didn't want to, but they were insistent, saying that they couldn't help me while I was still wearing the robes. I didn't want to take them off, because, you know, all I had were my cousin's over-large cast-offs and I didn't want them to see.
"They wouldn't take no for an answer, but they did promise that they wouldn't steer me wrong, they had their reputations as fashion-hounds to protect.
"So, reluctantly, I took off my outer robes and stood there in my trousers and shirt.
"'Oh, Merlin, those are rubbish!' they said together. 'We can't do anything with you dressed like that!' Then they pushed me into one of the dressing rooms and ordered me to strip.
"Well, at first I refused, but then one of them tossed a pair of boxers over the door. They said either I stripped or they weren't letting me out of the dressing room. They said that when you renovated a house you always stripped it bare before you started putting in anything new, and that this was the same. We argued for ten minutes, until I just gave up. They made me give them my old clothes. I slid them under the door.
"No sooner did I do that than the brunette flung open the door and stared at me. It was kind of embarrassing, but at least I had on the boxers, I thought they were okay. It was kinda odd, though. She was looking at me, but she wasn't looking at me? It wasn't leering or offensive, just creepy. It was like she saw me, but not as a person, but as a . . . a . . . dress up doll? She frowned at me and said, 'Nope, too big, those won't do at all.'
"Then she handed me a second pair and said, 'Put these on.' For a moment I thought she wasn't going to close the door, but she did. I changed boxers, and told her I was done.
"She opened the door again, but before she could say anything, her friend pushed her aside. 'My turn,' she said. Then they got into an argument over who was in charge. Then they both stepped inside the little room."
He shook his head. "Meanwhile I'm standing there in just my boxers and anyone can look in. So I said that."
Hermione's eyes were stretched wide open. Those two bints had stripped Harry almost naked just so they could see him like that! They could easily have dealt with talking over the door and handing him things and then taking a look.
"That started another argument, and they decided that they couldn't properly give me a makeover when anybody could butt in. And if word got out that they were giving Harry Potter a makeover, half the girl's at Hogwarts would be there in minutes. Plus, there wasn't enough room in there for them to get a good look — it was rather crowded with the three of us. Not to mention that there was no way I was going to change clothes in front of two girls I didn't know!"
Hermione knew she should have tried harder to talk Professor McGonagall into letting her go with them. She did notice he said, "two girls he didn't know." Did that mean he would if he did know them? That had possibilities — why did the room seem hotter than before?
"So they dragged me to the back of the store where there was an open space. Then the strawberry-blonde started waving her wand around. After a moment, she said, 'Done. Nobody'll notice us.' That was when I noticed that they had somehow gotten hold of my wand."
"Harry!" Hermione was horrified. They had him helpless, and now hidden from view. They could have done anything!
"Yeah," the boy shook his head ruefully, "but they had promised not to hurt me. And they did seem more interested in clothes than hurting me. I mean, they weren't insulting or being prats.
"The blonde held up my wand by the tip and said, 'We don't want you disappearing on us with a Notice-Me-Not, now do we? Beside, you can't exactly try clothes on while holding a wand, now can you? I promise you'll get it back when we finish. And if you don't like what we've done you can hex us! The brunette, turned to her and sharply said, 'Leda!' Apparently that's her name."
"Then they just stared at me. The brunette said, 'Right size, wrong color. Those just don't bring out the green in his eyes.' The other girl agreed and ran off. It was right awkward, I tell you, standing there in my boxers while this girl stared at me like I was a puzzle. The blonde, Leda, came back with several boxers. She tossed one to me and said, 'Here, put these on.'
"Naturally, I refused. "I can't do that out here! You're watching me!' I said.
"They both just looked at me. The brunette smirked, just like Malfoy — I swear, is there a class they give to Slytherins in smirking?'" He rolled his eyes.
"The blonde said, 'Just leave then.'
"Like I was gonna walk out of there in just a pair of boxers! Professor McGonagall would hit the roof!"
"And then the blonde said, 'By the way, the store charms all their clothes to return to the display rack if you haven't purchased them when you get outside. Prevents shoplifting that way.' And they were both grinning like Chesire cats. I think they just wanted to see me naked so they could make fun of me with their friends back in the snake pit."
He gave an exasperated look to Hermione. "What was I supposed to do? They had my wand, too."
Hermione looked back, aghast. How dare they! She pulled over the bag with the socks and boxers and dumped them out on a nearby desk. She pointed, "Which ones?"
It took Harry a moment to get what she wanted, then he pointed to a satiny emerald green set that did match his eyes perfectly. She tossed them to him. "Show me," she said.
He gaped at her.
"Come on Harry, you promised to show me what the girls made you do, remember? Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you before." Actually, she hadn't. Those broom-closets had been dark. And the wand lumos wasn't very bright, certainly not like the light in this classroom. With any luck he wouldn't remember that. Besides, she wanted to see if they really did match his eyes.
It took a bit more coaxing, but finally he was down to his boxers. The ones he was wearing were a burnt-amber colour and offset his eyes brilliantly. The temperature in the room seemed a bit higher than before. She used a hand to fan herself for a moment. It appeared the girls really were helping him choose appropriate and tasteful clothes.
"Oh, those are wonderful," she said. "They really do show off your eyes." Not that anybody but her would ever see him in them, but she didn't say that aloud. It was eye-candy just for her. Those two bints would forever look back on this day and wish they were in Gryffindor!
Harry blushed. She didn't miss that there was a sizeable long lump outlined in the boxers.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," he stammered as he tried to hide what she was looking at when he realized just where she was staring.
"Nothing to be sorry about, Harry," she said briskly. She smirked a bit herself as she said, "It's rather a compliment that you get that way when I'm here." Then she added, "And I hope that never changes."
The boy was blushing bright red, fair enough to match the hair of the famous Weasley clan.
"Come on," she cajoled, "Put these on." And she held out, again, the green boxers.
Bashfully, he took the boxers and then turned his back to her as her took off the one pair and put on the other. She didn't plan on telling him that doing it that way was way sexier than simply doffing the old pair for the new. It also gave her more than a few moments to appreciate his tight bum. Although, now that she could clearly see him, it wasn't nearly as rounded out as it should be. In fact, she had never heard of a concave bum before. But it was still a nice bum. Almost as nice as his shoulders. She didn't think he noticed her casting that cooling charms on herself. It did seem to be getting awfully warm in here.
When he turned back, the lump in front was just as pronounced and she could just imagine what it looked like without the satin boxers covering it. She said, "Ooh, nice, they do match your eyes," to cover for what she was really thinking.
Harry just stood there fidgeting.
The bushy-haired girl frowned. He seemed a bit more embarrassed than he should. "What did they do next?"
"Nothing."
Aha! They had done something.
She stepped closer, "Harry."
He mumbled something she didn't catch.
"What?"
He took a breath. "The-brunette-said-she-had-to-check-the-fit-and-make-sure-they-weren't-too-tight," he said all together and quickly.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and stepped closer. She didn't want to spook him and make him clam up, so she pretended not to understand. Softly, trying to appear puzzled, she said, "What do you mean?" as she held out her hand.
Gulping and looking at her hand only long enough to grab and then looking everywhere but at her, Harry put her hand on the lump in his boxers.
And a nice, warm, long lump it was, Hermione decided. She stroked it a few times. The satin added a sensual sensation that made the room seem hotter — she would need to cast another cooling charm, soon. She found her hand drifting lower. Oh, yes, these boxers did not constrict the dangling bits at all, she discovered. It felt nice to cup them through the satin.
Harry was having a bit of difficulty breathing, he was gulping and "aahhing." She could feel his breath washing across her neck.
She cleared her throat. "I suppose," she tried to sound stern but it came out more breathless, "That the other girl had to check as well?" Harry nodded jerkily. Hermione switched hands. Harry said, "Uhhh," and then went up and down on his toes slightly.
It felt wonderful no matter which hand she used, even both. There was just something that was indescribably sexy about running her hands over satin stretched across something so intimate and warm.
"Then what?" she breathed out.
"Socks!" he blurted out. "They had me try on the socks." But he was blushing and fidgeting far too much for something so simple.
"Really?"
He sighed. Softly, reluctantly, looking away from her, he said, "No."
He sighed again. "The blonde, Leda, looked at her friend and said, 'I need a better look,' and before I could stop her she pulled down the boxers. I tried to cover myself, but she grabbed my hand while her friend grabbed the other. 'Stop it,' she told me while crouching. 'We have to see what we're going to work with, here.'
"They just stared at me a moment, then looked at each other. The brunette said, 'Well, this just won't do. That snake is just too big to ignore,' and they smirked at each other. Leda licked her lips and said, 'him being like this will ruin the lines of anything we put on him.' 'We can't have that' said the other. 'Right — drain the snake's venom' they said together, giggling. Then they, um," That Harry managed to blush while still so red in the face was a surprise. "Uh, they grabbed me."
"Together?" Those bints! They were taking advantage of Harry's lack of shopping experience to get him to strip, and then they were fondling his naked bits in public! Even if they were under a Notice-Me-Not spell, it was still in public in a store full of customers. She wished she could have been there to see them, er stop them fondling her naked Harry in public. It felt as if the room was getting hotter as she thought about handling Harry's naughty bits with him naked and in public. She needed to apply that cooling charm, but her hands were full and it would be rather obvious for her to let go just to grab her wand.
He stopped talking. They just stood there for a few moments with Hermione keeping a light grip on Harry. She realized he wasn't going to continue without some "encouragement" from her. She slipped her hand inside his boxers and gently started stroking. "Ah," he breathed out.
"Come on, Harry, what happened next?"
He cleared his throat, twice, and then a bit hoarsely continued his story, "The brunette started playing with my, um, you know, my um. . . ." his voice trailed off. She squeezed what she held, "This?"
"Huh. . . . um, no. . . lower," and his voice dropped lower to match.
"Oh." Taking the hint, Hermione eased his boxers down and used both hands, each playing with something different. Harry shifted slightly, moving his legs farther apart and giving her more room to explore.
Hermione smiled to herself, Harry seemed to like her ministrations on his behalf. "And then?" she prompted.
He cleared his throat, "Leda started doing what that other girl did yesterday, you know, in the Hospital Wing, she started, um. . . ."
Oh, yes, she remembered what that bint yesterday had done with Harry. No way was she going to place second to another girl in anything regarding her Harry. She had done it better than that bint of an intern and she was going to do it better than the scrubber from today! Hermione leaned forward started lightly licking, "Like this?" She asked. She decided his moan was a yes. She applied herself with a will. When she finished, by God, he'd never remember anyone but her! After a minute, she stopped and looked up at his face, he really did make funny sounds when she did this, 'What happened when you finished?' She continued stroking with her hand.
"Um, uh, I didn't," he gasped. "I couldn't, the other girl was watching and we were in plain sight of a dozen other people."
She stopped completely, surprised. "Really? What happened next, then?"
"The blonde said, 'This is taking too long,' and pulled me until I was lying down."
Yeah, like he was going to say no to girl with a good grip on his naughty bits! Hermione copied the other girl, "So, you ended up like this?" He was on the floor beside her. He was blushing again.
"Uh, yeah."
She studied him for a moment, then reached back and retrieved her wand. Then she cast a cushioning spell on the floor. No reason to make it uncomfortable for herself and Harry. She bet those two bints didn't think of that!
"Then what?"
He turned redder, and his voice dropped low, "She . . . lifted her robes up."
". . . ?"
"She wasn't wearing any knickers," he whispered. He cleared his throat, "Um, it seems . . . Pureblood girls don't wear underwear or anything under their robes."
Hermione didn't think that was right, Lavender Brown and Fay Dunbar were both Purebloods and they wore underwear! Maybe it was just a Slytherin thing. But still!
She noticed, though, that Harry seemed to swell slightly under her grip as he said that. Did he find that . . . exciting to think that a girl he was walking with in the corridors of Hogwarts wasn't wearing anything else under her robes? She didn't think she would find that exciting, but right now what she was doing with Harry had certainly soaked her knickers.
"And?"
His breath was a bit ragged, "She, un, sat on me."
That bint had actually mounted Harry? That was inexcusable! Hermione let go of Harry, lifted her skirt, and quickly divested herself of her knickers as Harry watched her wide-eyed. Then, she threw her leg over his waist and perched on his thighs. She grabbed him again with her right hand while holding her skirt up with the other. She held him at the right angle as she lifted herself up on her knees and guided him into place. Just before she settled herself down on him, she looked up at his face, "Like this?" She felt herself blush as she realized he was staring at where his naughty bit was meeting her naughty bit. She didn't have much hair there, yet, so she felt rather exposed to his gaze. But this was her Harry, so it was okay.
"Uh, no," he said without looking up. They were both blushing like mad now.
She stared at him, then slid forward to sit on his stomach letting her skirt drop down. It felt decidedly naughty to have her bits pressed tight against his warm stomach and she barely controlled the urge to wiggle back and forth. She wondered what it felt like to him. From the way he closed his eyes and took an unsteady breath, perhaps it felt as interesting to him as it did to her.
"What?" she asked. Now she was curious. "If you can't bring yourself to say anything, then show me!"
He hesitated, but finally he grabbed her knees and pulled her forward. It took her about one second to understand what he was doing. She quickly moved up to straddle his face. It was weird to have to hold her skirt up to see his face. He motioned against her legs with his hands and again it took her only a moment to understand. She turned around. Now she couldn't see his face at all, but she had a clear view of his long naughty bit.
He gave her knees a slight push apart and a second later she felt his tongue hit a very sensitive spot. "OH!" she said. Then he pressed lightly against her back and she carefully lowered herself across his torso. She didn't need prompting to understand what came next, she just started licking. And a bit more.
It was difficult, actually, to concentrate on what she was doing when Harry was doing what he was doing to her. And what he was doing was wonderful.
Fortunately, he was also moving his hips so she just stopped trying to do anything more than not scrap him with her teeth — let him do all the work while she enjoyed the ride.
And what a ride it was. She had climaxed several times when she felt him push hard with his hips and drive deeper, then he climaxed. She had worried about her gag reflex kicking in doing this, but the distraction he provided seemed to take care of that worry as she swallowed again and again.
She liked this new way of doing things, it wasn't nearly as one-sided as the other ways of helping each other orally. It wasn't as good as a regular old-fashioned shagging, but it would certainly do for variety! It also wasn't as messy in her knickers for the rest of the day. Cleanup would be a cinch! Although she could see the appeal of not wearing knickers after doing something like this — they got all sticky and stiff and uncomfortable.
She rolled off her lover and turned around. They looked at each other a moment. She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him. Oh, yes, she loved her Harry. Those bints, as awful as they were, were certainly teaching him some interesting tricks. At least these two hadn't told him to hiss at them!
Still, if she ever had the chance she'd make sure to hex them. A nice set of boils in a particular delicate place would be a sufficient revenge, even if the boils only lasted a day. They would certainly last longer than any pleasure the girls may have gotten from her Harry.
The only thing was, she didn't know for sure whom they were and she couldn't just hex all the upper-year girls in Slytherin! Or could she? That would require a bit of thought. She now had four girls to hex, two she could track down — Leda and the intern — the other two would be more difficult.
Back to Harry, who, she had discovered, really wasn't that hairy at all.
After they recovered their breath, she asked, "And then what happened?" She idly drew a rune on his chest that she had seen on the cover of a trashy witch's novel Lavender had accidentally left out.
Harry didn't answer at first, but finally he said, "Leda sat up and I missed what they said to each other because her legs were pressed against my ears, but the brunette seemed unhappy from her tone. Then Leda got off me and helped me up. Then they started handing me boxers to try on, but one of them cast a scourgify first, 'Can't have you messing up the merchandise, now can we?' said Leda. I hadn't noticed before, but they also did that to the things they brought me before they gave them to me."
How about that? Apparently while wizards were clueless, at least the witches understood basic sanitation.
He huffed, "But they had to 'check the fit' on each one. Very carefully, very thoroughly, it seemed. I think they were having fun playing with my, um bits." The bushy-haired girl could see him blushing lightly. It was cute that he could do that after what he had been through with her the last three days.
"After the sixth pair of boxers, Leda said, 'Oh, dear, would you look at that. His snake is causing a fitting problem.' And before I knew it, I was back on the floor and this time it was the brunette who was hiking up her robes and straddling my face." Harry squinched his eyes shut for a moment. "At least their robes covered my head so I could pretend we weren't in the middle of the floor in a store."
Hermione could see that point. She twisted sideways and put her head on his stomach and started playing again. It didn't take much effort for her to get a rise out of Harry and soon they were replaying his experience with the other girl. This time, though, after she had hit her high a couple of times, Hermione stopped and moved around so that she was straddling his waist. "Here Harry, I want you here this time." Once she was comfortable, she pulled her jumper up and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she grabbed his hands and put them on her chest. "Here," she said, "play with these." As he started stroking her, she started bouncing up and down on him. It wasn't much longer before they finished together.
She collapsed onto his chest, rubbing hers against his. Then they kissed.
Over the course of the next hour, she learned that the two Slytherins had indeed done their best to outfit Harry with quality, fashionable clothes, without spending every knut he had. They had, of course, taken out an exchange of services for their efforts. Apparently, they had had to "drain Harry's venom" several more times — three times with each girl before all was said and done. With judicious rest breaks, which for some reason required Harry to be completely naked while the girls selected and sorted clothes, it was three o'clock when Harry finally paid for everything. Not that he really minded.
The two girls had no sooner left the store to go get something to eat — they didn't dare let any of their friends actually see them with Harry — than Professor McGonagall made an appearance.
"'There you are! Where have you been? I've looked in this store three times for you,' she had said, quite crossly," Harry told Hermione. "I wasn't about to say that she couldn't find me because I was behind a Forget-Me-Not and getting shagged by a couple of Slytherins! So, instead I said 'Honest, I never left this store! Maybe I was in a dressing room or you just missed me!'" He sighed. "I think she believed me. She did take a look at the clothes in the bags and said she was very impressed with my selections. I had obviously spent a lot of time examining and picking good quality. She said, 'From what I was told of you previous experience shopping I expected cheap and ill-fitting clothes that were better only in that they weren't for someone twice you size.'"
"She saw me to the edge of the village and told me to head back as she had to stay there until dinnertime. She figured I could safely make it the short distance back to the castle."
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They walked back to the dorms, where Harry hurriedly dumped his new clothes in his trunk before heading back down to the Common Room to meet with Hermione again. As they reached the ground floor on the way to the Great Hall, she leaned close and whispered in his ear. "Harry, I left my knickers in the dorm room." Then she ran a few quick steps in front of him before spinning around to face him. He was standing, staring at her gobsmacked at the revelation.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked, blushing.
He shook his head dumbly, then suddenly grinned and blushed. "No, not at all." He ran the few steps between them and took her hand as they continued walking. She hoped nobody noticing how carefully she was walking. He stopped and kissed her twice on the way.
They were halfway through dinner, facing the Slytherin table when she noticed two Slytherin girls staring at Harry intently. She stiffened. Were those the two from this afternoon? She almost elbowed Harry to ask, but Harry didn't seem to notice them so she said nothing. However, only moments after she had glanced at him to see if he had seen the girls, he turned to face her. She felt his right hand glide up right leg pushing up her skirt until he reached the soft folds normally hidden by her knickers.
Her eyes shot wide open as he leaned close and gave her a quick kiss.
"Oi, you two," called out Ron sitting on the other side of Harry, "get a room."
Hermione hoped he couldn't see where Harry's hand was, nor what he was doing with his index finger. She knew her face was bright red, but she didn't dare grab his hand and move it away as she so desperately wanted to do. Any move she made that wasn't what one would expect at a dinner table would reveal exactly what Harry was doing.
He leaned back and softly said, "There, that ought to show them what I think." He straightened, gently tugging her skirt down. All she could do was stare at him and blink. Then she smiled. Yes, he had shown those bints their place. She happily returned to finishing her desert. She wondered if they could ditch Ron on the way back to the dorms so she could snog Harry senseless as a reward.
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If all them young lassies were milk in a cup
. . . And I were a kitten, I'd lick them all up