*Ahhh, finally chapter 3. I have so much I need to type. Sorry if the
story kinda blows, but I wrote it after falling in love with the actors in
the movie, so it's basically just to let me live out some stuff I'd do if I
went to Hogwarts =) The plot it pretty twisted and you probably wont like
some of my ideas...but screw you. I usually say something is gonna happen
in one chapter and it never does, so I guess I'll have a "flashback"
chapter or something...::shrugs:: when I write stories the chapters don't
go in order and I forget what I write, so it's a disaster. Just work with
me here*
Majesta and Luna stood outside of the Gryffindor common room after dinner on a Friday night.
"The Fat Lady'll never let me in!" Majesta whispered furiously.
Luna zoned out and looked as id she was thinking for a way to sneak Majesta in.
"Hullo, ladies," Ron called as he approached them, his robes swinging and smiling.
"Hey, Ron," they replied flatly.
"Have any ideas how we could get Majesta in?" Luna asked, hoping a notorious Weasley had a plan. Ron pondered it for a moment, until he saw the Fat Lady return to her frame. He pushed Majesta under his cloak before she could ask questions.
"Puna Carra," Ron told the Fat Lady. The portrait swung open, and with some trouble, they tumbled in.
"Ouch," Majesta panted as she escaped the thick black material. "I bumped my head."
"Not fair!" Luna cried fakely, pushing Majesta. "I wanted to be the first girl in Ron's robes!" She flashed him a mock-sad frown.
Ron look flustered, but was flattered, and getting used to Luna's flirting style.
"Well, there's plenty more room," he cooed, using his porn star voice they had laughed at time after time. They laughed as the walked to the couch to warm up from the cold corridor. Luna and Majesta discarded their robes, draping them over a chair. Ron was unfastening his button when Luna stopped him.
"I thought you were gonna let me in there?" She sat down next to where he was now sitting and smoothes his ginger hair with her hand.
Majesta shook her head with a "there she goes again" thought, and decided to go up to the dormitories and see if anyone she knew was there. No one was in the girls' dormitory, so she cracked open the boys'.
Across the room she saw Harry. His back was to her, but she could see him right hand vigorously jerking back and forth.
iHell yes!/i Majesta thought at her fortune of getting a peep show, especially from sexy Harry who she'd more that once groped in the halls when no one could blame it on her.
Quietly she crept up to him. Then, reaching forward with her hands she covered his eyes.
"Guess who?" she purred in his ear. He quickly covered himself and whipped around.
"WHAT are YOU DOING here?! GET OUT!" he screamed, terror and embarrassment on his face.
This wasn't what she had expected. Her eyes widened and she ran backwards a few paces, tripping over a trunk, before turning and jetting toward the door. Falling down a few steps, she finally made it down to the common room. On the couch she saw the back of Ron's head, tilted back with his eyes closed and mouth agape. A round figure bobbing around the head of his groin under his robes she thought to be Luna.
Without looking, she reached for her robes and headed for the portrait hole.
"Majesta, wait..." Harry called as he approached her, buckling his belt as he walked. Slowly she turned, keeping her eyes to the ground, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Don't worry, I was just leaving," she turned again and reached for the portrait.
"No...wait," he pushed her hand down. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell."
"It's my fault...I shouldn't have been peeking around, and I should have just left you alone."
"No...it's ok...So what would you have done if I didn't tell you to leave?"
Majesta laughed nervously.
"I suppose I was going to help you...what, with these two at it, I was bored," she smiled weakly.
"Well...do you still want to?" his green eyes darted, It was then Majesta realized Harry hadn't had time to finish and was still rock hard. Majesta threw her robes around Harry, then led him with his sweaty hand to the red velvet couch. She pushed him with her index finger on the shoulder, making him plop down next to Ron. Ron's eyes cracked open.
"Ah, Harry," he pointed to the shape in his lap and smiled, nodding like he was the man.
"Is that Luna?" he asked as Majesta breathed hot air into his ear and nibbled his lobe. Ron smiled and lifted an eyebrow, then closed his eyes and rested his head back on the couch.
"This is my first time," Majesta whispered, finally showing signs of fear. "Sorry if I'm not good." Harry nodded understandingly, but more than anything wanting her to get on with it.
"I got the same speech," Ron interfered for a second time. "But trust me, it isn't bad at all." He wiggled a bit, then settled.
Harry focused on Majesta, who was now under the robes she put on him, unzipping his pants with her teeth, he thought, for he could feel her hot breath. Every now and then Ron and him would make small talk, as if this too was just another best friend experience.
Majesta and Luna stood outside of the Gryffindor common room after dinner on a Friday night.
"The Fat Lady'll never let me in!" Majesta whispered furiously.
Luna zoned out and looked as id she was thinking for a way to sneak Majesta in.
"Hullo, ladies," Ron called as he approached them, his robes swinging and smiling.
"Hey, Ron," they replied flatly.
"Have any ideas how we could get Majesta in?" Luna asked, hoping a notorious Weasley had a plan. Ron pondered it for a moment, until he saw the Fat Lady return to her frame. He pushed Majesta under his cloak before she could ask questions.
"Puna Carra," Ron told the Fat Lady. The portrait swung open, and with some trouble, they tumbled in.
"Ouch," Majesta panted as she escaped the thick black material. "I bumped my head."
"Not fair!" Luna cried fakely, pushing Majesta. "I wanted to be the first girl in Ron's robes!" She flashed him a mock-sad frown.
Ron look flustered, but was flattered, and getting used to Luna's flirting style.
"Well, there's plenty more room," he cooed, using his porn star voice they had laughed at time after time. They laughed as the walked to the couch to warm up from the cold corridor. Luna and Majesta discarded their robes, draping them over a chair. Ron was unfastening his button when Luna stopped him.
"I thought you were gonna let me in there?" She sat down next to where he was now sitting and smoothes his ginger hair with her hand.
Majesta shook her head with a "there she goes again" thought, and decided to go up to the dormitories and see if anyone she knew was there. No one was in the girls' dormitory, so she cracked open the boys'.
Across the room she saw Harry. His back was to her, but she could see him right hand vigorously jerking back and forth.
iHell yes!/i Majesta thought at her fortune of getting a peep show, especially from sexy Harry who she'd more that once groped in the halls when no one could blame it on her.
Quietly she crept up to him. Then, reaching forward with her hands she covered his eyes.
"Guess who?" she purred in his ear. He quickly covered himself and whipped around.
"WHAT are YOU DOING here?! GET OUT!" he screamed, terror and embarrassment on his face.
This wasn't what she had expected. Her eyes widened and she ran backwards a few paces, tripping over a trunk, before turning and jetting toward the door. Falling down a few steps, she finally made it down to the common room. On the couch she saw the back of Ron's head, tilted back with his eyes closed and mouth agape. A round figure bobbing around the head of his groin under his robes she thought to be Luna.
Without looking, she reached for her robes and headed for the portrait hole.
"Majesta, wait..." Harry called as he approached her, buckling his belt as he walked. Slowly she turned, keeping her eyes to the ground, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Don't worry, I was just leaving," she turned again and reached for the portrait.
"No...wait," he pushed her hand down. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell."
"It's my fault...I shouldn't have been peeking around, and I should have just left you alone."
"No...it's ok...So what would you have done if I didn't tell you to leave?"
Majesta laughed nervously.
"I suppose I was going to help you...what, with these two at it, I was bored," she smiled weakly.
"Well...do you still want to?" his green eyes darted, It was then Majesta realized Harry hadn't had time to finish and was still rock hard. Majesta threw her robes around Harry, then led him with his sweaty hand to the red velvet couch. She pushed him with her index finger on the shoulder, making him plop down next to Ron. Ron's eyes cracked open.
"Ah, Harry," he pointed to the shape in his lap and smiled, nodding like he was the man.
"Is that Luna?" he asked as Majesta breathed hot air into his ear and nibbled his lobe. Ron smiled and lifted an eyebrow, then closed his eyes and rested his head back on the couch.
"This is my first time," Majesta whispered, finally showing signs of fear. "Sorry if I'm not good." Harry nodded understandingly, but more than anything wanting her to get on with it.
"I got the same speech," Ron interfered for a second time. "But trust me, it isn't bad at all." He wiggled a bit, then settled.
Harry focused on Majesta, who was now under the robes she put on him, unzipping his pants with her teeth, he thought, for he could feel her hot breath. Every now and then Ron and him would make small talk, as if this too was just another best friend experience.
