Hey all, the characters I'm about to use are owned by J K Rowling and I'm just doing this for fun, please don't sue.
Harry had a flushed face as he finished playing a pickup game with his friends in the backyard of the Burrow. Getting off his broom he couldn't tear his eyes off of the widening chests and tight asses of his fellow guys getting off the pitch. The two teams had been playing hard for an hour and a half, with Ron, Fred, Blaise, Susan, and Ginny on the one team and Harry, George, Justin, Tracey, and little Luna on the other. They were playing a modified pick up game with one Keeper, three Chasers, and one Beater. The games were close each taking around thirty minutes to play but Harry's team narrowly won a 2 - 1 split.
His endorphins running high and the tight uniforms of the other players ignited something in the tinny seeker he was only recently discovering. His friends were fit. From the growing frames of the Weasley boys, more developed and manly than many others in their respective years leading to physically powerful builds, to the skinny but deceptively wiry frame Blaise was developing. Even Susan caught his eyes as her everpresent pants tightened from the wind and a bulge that would put most full-grown men to shame, and matched her developing bust, put hormone-driven thoughts he could not keep at bay in his mind.
As he landed his team celebrated a hard-fought win as Tracey pulled up next to him throwing her arm over the smaller boy. "Well done Harry. Malfoy would be pissed if he knew you were a better chaser too," she joked easily as she followed his eyes on Ron's ass. "Though you might want to change targets quick before you start a Weasley civil war," she says, giving him a light elbowing while noticing Ginny taking in Harry was staring at something.
"Sh..shut up," Harry blushed out, "can't help he's got a cute, tight ass."
"I don't know about that, think I like Blaise's or Justin's better myself," Tracey easily replies.
"Nuh, uh. They're flat as a board," Harry replies as they make eye contact and erupt and bust out in giggles.
"Not everyone can have your ass," Tracey continues giving Harry's ass a light smack.
"I know right," Luna says joining the duo, "the humdingers have been doing their work for you, I hope they visit me soon too."
"I'm sure they'll get there soon," Tracey manages through her giggles.
"I know, after all they can't spend all their time with Susan after all, just most of it," Luna manages with a straight face as she mimes Susan's bust on her frame that was comparable to Harry's.
Needless to say the three of them were barely standing since they were laughing too hard as Justin wonders over.
"Nothing, just bonding with the girls," Harry says waving him off to join the others.
As he walked away the girls plus Harry can't help but check out his ass.
"Harry has a point it is pretty flat," Luna says turning her head to get the best view before they burst out laughing again.
-Harry Potter and the Weasley Family Sissy-
"And this is my room," Harry says guiding Hermione, Tracey, and Hannah up into his room. He had managed to talk Mr. and Mrs. Weasley into a sleepover tonight for a few of his friends and had gotten the go-ahead before everyone met up. His room got expanded earlier by Molly before they went out and he was now just leading the girls in seeing the extra beads ready for them.
"Nice colors, looks like you found a use for all that house info Daphne found," Tracey said taking in the room. "You ever think of getting your family seal up painted in here?"
"I'm not sure who'd I'd have do that," Harry replied. "None of the Weasleys are that artistic and Dean is on vacation with his family this summer."
"I'm not sure how she is with color, but Luna's illustrations in her notes are pretty detailed," Hannah adds flopping down on one of the bunks.
"She's not wrong," Tracey adds settling into her own bunk, "the illustration charm work she does is top-notch."
"You'd just have to make sure she doesn't make any furry additions," Hermione said placing her bag before joining Harry on his bed.
"Too true, though I'm pretty sure crumple horned snorlax would make a fearsome defender of the innocent, you've seen how those eyes," Harry quips back miming the large eyes the one scetch he'd seen had.
"No doubt," Hermione before she feels something firm roll into her hip, "And what might this be?" she asks firmly gripping the seven inch, textured phallus that up till now had been under Harry's pillow. The flared head and carved runes in gloriously pleasurable texture on an ebony body made Harry blush bright red as she holds it for all of the world to see.
"Wh… where did you find that," Harry quickly asked as he lunged for the dildo Hermione was waving around like a wand.
"Oh this," Hermione giggled as she quickly tossed it to Hannah, "why, you have something you'd like to share with the girls?"
"I can only imagine what a fine upstanding wizard such as yourself could be doing with this," Hannah continues on for her friend at first fumbling the toy before beating Harry to it with a lunge and held him off with one hand. "Surely nothing untold would be going on in your private time."
"Shut up," Harry refutes, "not like you haven't been doing the same."
"I have no idea what you're implying," Tracey says hottilly as Hannah hands her the fake prick, "a toy of this variety has never been found in my possession."
"I notice you're not denying you have one of these finely crafted runic devices," Harry shoots back deciding to let them have their fun and just sit down next to Hermione and pout.
"A lady never reveals their secrets," Hannah responds for Tracey as she's too busy blushing at her mistake as she shakes her head.
"What lady, I thought this was some of my best and baddest bitches I was talking about," Harry shot back.
"And don't you forget it," Hermione agrees leaning on his shoulder as she gives him an over the shoulder hug.
"At least you have something to help now, Hermione could've used that last year," Tracey shot back having recovered from her mess up.
"One time, and can you blame me, between the potions and Lockheart wearing those extra tight robes," Hermione blushes remembering her handsome, but empty-headed professor.
"Sure, just the one time," Tracey shoots back, "if we only count the classroom and not whenever Percy or Cedric walk by."
"Can you blame me, you've seen the both of them," Hermione replies knowing she'd get most of their support.
"True, at least they don't have a flat ass," Harry backs her up.
"Just wait till your potions really kick in, you'll be joining her," Hannah points out for Harry, "you've seen what the other femboys are like."
"At least they group us in the dorms by magic this year, not that I don't like the attention but the boys have been getting hypnotized by my ass the last few weeks," Harry replies looking forward to rooming with Hermione soon.
"What, you don't like Dean checking you out?" Hermione asks.
"What, he's not checking me out," Harry denied with a blush, "It's Ron who can't keep his eyes to himself, the boy needs to work on his subtlety or I think he might have permanently bruised shins from running into shit while he walks behind me."
"That boy has no chill," Tracey laughed, "His hormones must be running wild, chasing anything with feminine magic and ass worth drooling over."
That got all of them laughing for a good long while. "So, who wants to play some truth or dare?" Hannah asks.
"Ohhh, I know that one, I'd be up for that. Who's first?" Harry asks.
"Well I don't know about you bitches but if we're going to do this, and I think we are, I say we do this properly," Tracey says reaching into her bag and pulling out a few butterbeer and a bottle of fire whiskey.
"Where'd you get that," Hermione asks, a little scared even as everyone else looked on with interest.
"My parents threw a party the other week and I managed to squire these away," Tracey replied, "Figured it might be fun to have a few drinks while we play. Why? You've had something to drink before, right?"
"I mean, I've had a glass of wine at dinner before," Hermione responded even as Harry and Hannah were passed some butterbeer.
"Then there you go," Tracey says holding out one for Hermione, "You get to start if you take it."
"Fine then," she says taking the bottle, "Tracey, truth or dare?"
"Gotta be dare, not going to chicken out from the start," Tracey replied opening her butterbeer.
"Fine I dare you to pick truth the next time around," Hermione shot back with a smirk.
"Boring, way to start the game," Tracey shot back as she took the first sip of her drink and turned to Hannah. "Truth or dare Hufflepuff?"
"Truth, I haven't had enough to drink yet for what you'd come up with," Hannah easily replies.
"Fine, in that case, who are you crushing on right now?" Tracey asks with a smirk, looking for some more dirt on the adorable dirty blonde.
"No fair," Hannah pouts, "but fine, I guess Nevil is looking pretty good recently."
"Didn't realize you liked the quiet type?" Tracey asked, sounding genuinely curious.
"Not like the tall dark and brooding type you like huh," Hannah shot back as she took a sip of her beverage of choice. "So Hermione, truth or dare?"
"Truth," she answered sticking her tongue out at Tracey's proclamation of boring.
"So, how'd you take the transition to the magical world, and all that entailed for you?" Hannah asked figuring she'd go easy to start off.
"It was liberating you know, the non-magical world is getting better but not like here for girls like me," Hermione answered honestly while leaning on Harry for some support before taking a long pull from her drink. "Truth or dare?" she then asked her bed mate.
"Truth," Harry said still taking in how the game was played.
"So, I gotta ask, which team are you flying for, cause you've been focusing a lot on the guys but I saw you eying Bones earlier?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know," Harry responded with a thoughtful look on his face, "things are so different here and I haven't fully figured myself out, you know. All I do know is I find some of the boys both cute. That and I'm a total bottom." Harry finished with a blush.
"Shit that's a good answer," Tracey couldn't help her normally sarcastic self.
"Doth my ears deceive me, is Tracey being sweet," Harry shot back with his signature smirk.
"Shut it, Potter," Tracey fired back.
"How about this instead, truth or dare," Harry asked knowing her answer would annoy her.
"...Truth," Tracey managed to get out as she finished off a good chunk of her first drink.
"So I know where the blueberry and myself are on the magic spectrum," Harry said shaking his bedpartners shoulders, "Where are you on the spectrum?"
"I'm, like my house, green and proud," Tracey announced finishing her first drink. "Alright, Hannah, truth or dare?"
"Let's spice things up," Hannah replies. "Dare."
And, I'll see about wrapping up the sleepover next time. Hope everything is going well for all of you reading. For me, writing dialogue is still something I'm getting used to but I think this went well and hopefully will give some personality for a few underutilized characters I've got some love for. The dare section should be fun to write and involve some more lemons but I'm drained right now and want to give it some more thought before putting those to paper. Until next time, read more smut.