Chapter 6

A/N I had 20 minutes to write from where I left off months ago (sorry about that ;~;) so I'll definitely be continuing when I get back! Thanks to Purple for making my lazy ass write some more!

The sun hit me square in the face and jolted me awake. I was lying on the floor, buck-ass nude. Hermione was taking up the entire bed and had her legs circled around a body pillow. That should have been me. Bitch.

Last night was great. I peeked in on Hermione in the tub, and just as I had predicted, her hands were right between her legs. I knew there was no way I could resist, so I grabbed my favorite vibrator from her bag and stood behind the door when I heard her get out. The kinky little fuck decided that towels were too good for her, so when she strutted out expecting to see me lolled out on the bed I jumped and shoved it right into her already dripping sex. She screamed. It was awesome. From the door, we took it to the wall, then the couch, then over a coffee table, against a dresser, and finally to the bed. I used my wand to put restraints on the bedposts and strapped Hermione in. She finally got the mad, rushing orgasm that I'd denied her in the airport. The Muggles ten floors beneath us probably heard her cum, too.

After that is kind of a blur because it was Mione's turn to wreak havoc on my body. I must have fallen asleep, but why I'm on the floor is a mystery. I guess she's in for a rude wake-up call so that I can find out and exact my revenge.

"MIONE!" I shout, springing to a stand. Her morning eyes are blurry, and I can tell she's dazed. "Why'd you dump me on the floor?" I purr.

"I levitated you," she murmurs. "Good morning to you too."

I nuzzle up to her.

"That's better than dumping me. But why?"

"Your fat ass was taking up half the bed."

"Love you too."

"Should we fuck before breakfast?"

"No, you called me fat!" I stood and haughtily lifted my nose in the air, mimicking Pansy Parkinson. I was going to call room service and there was nothing she could do about it. Picking up the phone, I asked for two of the best breakfast dishes they had. Who knows what's considered a delicacy with these American Muggles.

Minutes later, there was a knock on the outer door of the suite. Having dressed hastily, I went and opened the door. A stunning blonde woman wheeled in a cart.

"Good morning! I have a question for you," I said.

"Of course! How can I help you, ma'am?" the pretty blonde replied.

"Where can I find some funky lesbian bars around this city?" I asked, unabashedly.

"Well, for our two very magical customers, I would recommend the alley behind Opaque's bar. You get in the same way as Diagon Alley. Good day!"

My jaw about hit the floor.