Chapter 6
Flashy Clothes & Gowns
After the events of our third year, Harry felt more like a brother to me than ever. We traveled through time together and saved Sirius and Buckbeak. We were almost killed by Professor Lupin while he was a werewolf. I had seen Harry almost killed by dementors. We figured out that it was he, not his father, who cast the stag patronus that saved both him and Sirius. We discovered the truth about who was responsible for the death of his parents and saved his godfather from a horrible fate. I hope this year will be the one to break the cycle and let us all have a pleasant year at school. I would, as things were to turn out, be proven overly optimistic.
Everything was fine when I arrived at The Burrow. I got there early because we were all going to the finals of the 1994 Quidditch World Cup. It was the first time it was being held in England in a very long time.
When Harry arrived, I hugged him. I was so happy to see him. I was amused to see how red Ginny got when he smiled at her. It was the first time she had seen him since the events in the Chamber. I am beginning to think she is kind of sweet on him.
We enjoyed a big, early breakfast the next morning. Then, all of us except Molly left for the tournament. After a long walk, we met up with Mr. Weasley's co-worker Amos Diggory, and his son, Cedric. Cedric was a seventh-year Hufflepuff prefect, captain of their Quidditch team, and the most handsome boy in school. Ginny and I giggled and blushed as we looked at him and each other.
We traveled from there to the campsite outside of the stadium via a portkey. It was my first time using one. It was a bit uncomfortable but exhilarating. Once there, we found things to be very much like a carnival with food, souvenirs, and sideshows at every turn. Our tent for the event was my first experience with undetectable extension charms. From the outside, it looked suitable for no more than two or three people. Inside, it was as big as a three-room flat with a bathroom, a kitchen, and a fireplace.
Our seats were at the top of the stadium. All of us were dressed in Irish green swag, except for Ron and Harry. Ron was a huge fanboy of the Bulgarian seeker, Viktor Krum. Harry was simply following Ron's lead. Ireland won the match 170 to 160 after a great snitch catch by Viktor Krum.
Following the match, Voldemort's Death Eaters attacked the event. This was the beginning of things that would lead to his reanimation at the end of the year.
At school, Dumbledore started to announce that we would be hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. But, before he could finish, a scarred, frightening-looking man entered the hall. He had a wooden leg and a strange non-human eye. Dumbledore greeted him. He introduced him as our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher Mr. Moody. He was scary-looking. Ron told me he was a famous auror.
Dumbledore then continued by telling us we would be hosting the tournament and that we would also be housing the teams from the Beauxbations Academy in the French Pyrenees and Durmstrang Institute from a hidden location somewhere in Northern Europe.
Professor Snape was really upset with the arrival of Professor Moody. This was the fourth time he was passed over for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. He was, however, quiet about it unlike the first three. He seemed almost scared of him.
Professor Moody's first class was about the Unforgivable Curses. It was very frightening to see him demonstrate them. I can't imagine how poor Neville felt considering the situation with his parents. I would have just died if I had been him. Still, it was good to know we were going to get some real instruction after our time with Lockhart.
I started S.P.E.W. the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. I got the idea after seeing the way Barty Crouch Sr. treated Winky at the Quidditch World Cup. When I showed up at lunch wearing a S.P.E.W. pin, Ron asked what it was. I told him and he replied, "Never heard of it."
"Well, of course you haven't," I said. "I've only just started it."
"And how many members do you have?" Ron asked.
"Well, if you two join, three," I replied.
Ron and Harry were less than receptive to me conscripting them. " Ron, you disappoint me," I thought.
Ron and I argued just before the arrival of the delegations from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang. I innocently mentioned that Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff was a favorite to be the Hogwarts Champion. Ron huffed at the notion and called him an idiot.
"You only dislike him because he beat us at quidditch," I said.
"You only like him because you think he's handsome," retorted Ron.
Ohhhh, I wanted to hex him for that remark. " How could I like such a mug? " I seethed to myself.
The competitors for the Cup arrived on Friday, the thirteenth of October. The boys and girls from Beauxbatons arrived in an ornate, flying carriage pulled by a dozen Abraxan horses. They looked like fashion models in their light blue, silk robes. All of us girls were jealous, and fairly angry at their beauty, especially when I saw Ron eyeing them.
Durmstrang's boys arrived a short time later in a skeletal-looking ship that sailed under the water. When Ron saw Viktor Krum among them, he was almost as giddy as the other Hogwarts girls eyeing him and his other eleven companions. I was thoroughly amused. He is such a prat.
The Beauxbatons settled at the Ravenclaw tables. The Durmstrangs, much to Ron's disappointment, chose to sit among the Slytherins. Everything proceeded fine as an enormous feast appeared in front of us. Many of the dishes were foreign. Ron was taken aback, and not in a good way, by a tureen of soup that included tomatoes and seafood.
"What's that?" asked Ron.
"It's called Bouillabaisse," I replied. "I had it last summer when my parents took me to France. It is really quite good."
"Uh—I'll take your word for it," Ron replied as he pushed it away.
I shook my head as I took a bowl. "I thought we were the adventurous house," I chuckled causing Ron to frown and Ginny to giggle.
A few moments later, a Beauxbatons girl with stunning, blue eyes and silvery hair approached our table. She asked Ron in a thick, French accent, if we were finished with the Bouillabaisse. He sputtered and gurgled, only managing to finally say yes, that it was good. She took it and said 'Thank you' as she left.
Ron claimed she was a Veela. Sometimes, I do not know where he comes up with things. However, I had to admit to myself that her appearance did fit in with the description of Veelas from my readings. Still, at this same time, I found myself more and more consumed with thinking about him. What was it about this red-haired, blue-eyed boy that so fascinated me? I have no idea.
Once the feast ended, Dumbledore explained the rules and method for students wishing to represent their school in the goblet. He said the winning names would be revealed on Halloween. He then unceremoniously sent everyone off to bed.
The tensions were high as the selection neared. Despite the efforts of Fred and George, and several others to defeat the age restriction, none succeeded. When the selection process began, Viktor Krum was picked from Durmstrang. Fleur Delacour was chosen from Beauxbatons. Cedric Diggory was selected from Hogwarts. All of the Durmstrangs were happy. Many of the Beauxbatons were sad, some crying at having lost. Hufflepuff was going crazy over Cedric while other houses, especially Slytherin, were disappointed. The tournament was set. Then, just as the hall was settling down, the Goblet of Fire spat out a fourth name-Harry's name. This caused a huge argument with Dumbledore and the other schools claiming that Harry and Hogwarts were somehow cheating. It took a long time for it to calm down. Poor Harry. Why do things like this keep happening to him?
Of course, Ron was upset with Harry as well. They had a row and a falling out. I just could not bring myself to believe that Harry would do something like that. It was just so unlike him. But I could not convince Ron that something bigger was involved. I just hate it when best friends are fighting-especially when I am in the middle.
After all we have been through during our first three years, this just hurts my heart. I told him I thought Ron was just jealous because he always got pushed aside by his older brothers, and now, however wrong, him. I tried to get Ron and Harry to talk, but it was impossible.
Most of Gryffindor treated Harry like a hero, even though Harry fervently denied having put his name in the goblet. I met Harry coming to breakfast. I was carrying a bunch of toast and such. We went for a walk down by the lake. Harry seemed relieved that I told him I believed him-I really did. The whole cheating thing did not make sense.
As the first challenge neared, I became more and more concerned for Harry. He was getting less and less support from his schoolmates. Slytherins hated him for no better reason than he was a Gryffindor. Hufflepuffs supported their champion, Cedric. Ravenclaw fell on the side of Cedric because he was dating Cho.
Harry and Draco got into a fight one day. It ended when they both drew their wands and let go. The curse ricocheted. Harry's spell hit Goyle and turned his face into a mass of boils. Draco's hit me. Instantly, my front teeth started to grow. They are already too big. They were now growing down below my chin.
"I was starting to cry when Snape came in. He looked at Goyle before sending him to the hospital wing. Then, at the urging of Harry, he looked at me. He made me show him my teeth. He said he didn't see any difference. I felt skewered. Tears burst from my eyes as he lit into Harry and Ron before taking fifty points from Gryffindor.
"Why does Snape hate me so much? " I asked myself for like the millionth time. "I can't help it that my parents aren't magical people and I am smart at my studies. You would think someone as unpopular as him would be more sympathetic toward me."
Madame Pomfrey used a Shrinking Solution she concocted a short time later on my teeth. Now, I know how Neville feels much of the time. I secretly let her shrink them a little more than I was supposed to. My front teeth were now the perfect size for the first time in my life. I feel something like ten percent closer to not being ugly.
More time passed and the first task was all but here. I did not understand it at the time, but Ron tried to use me as a go-between to tell Harry about the dragons being the first challenge. Why could he not just do it himself? Was he still mad at Harry, or not? He finally managed to talk me into doing it…even though I finally got mad at both of them during it.
That night, Harry returned from the meeting with Hagrid. In the morning, Harry told me the first task was dragons as we walked around the lake. He was frightened. I was almost driven to tears. How could they expect these kids to duel with dragons?
On 24 November, everyone was in the stands of the Quidditch pitch for the First Task. When Harry's turn came, I was dying inside. We had practiced the summoning charm. He shouted "Accio Firebolt". Would our practice work?
The firebolt appeared and Harry launched himself into the air. He dueled with the Horntail. It was like a Quidditch match. Harry flew magnificently, only receiving a bad scratch from a spike on the Horntail's tail. A moment later, Harry gathered the egg in the fastest time of the four.
I ran to him as soon as he came out of the medical tent. I am not ashamed to admit I was a blithering, gusher of joy. Then, just as I was about to embrace him, Ron appeared. He was as pale as a ghost. He started to apologize for everything that had happened over the past weeks but Harry stopped him. I could not help but start crying. I stamped my feet before calling them both idiots for the way they had acted. Then, I hugged both of them and ran off crying my eyes out. I have always been ashamed of public shows of emotion. I needed some privacy.
In the days after the task, I pressed forward with my efforts to liberate the elves. I made a scene when I discovered Dobby and Winky had come to Hogwarts and were working. I tried to congratulate them. However, both of them, especially Winky were angry at the idea of getting paid to work there. She said it would be an insult. They both seemed firmly opposed to everything I was trying to do for them. Winky, in particular, was ashamed of being a free elf.
On the tenth of December, the normal level of drama was kicked up onto high. Professor McGonagall informed us that part of the tournament tradition was a dance called The Yule Ball. It was expected that all fourth-year students and above should find a date with whom to attend the event. This was troubling to me. I had never been on a date like most people in my year.
Even so, I had visions of myself in a spectacular gown. "I just know Mom and Dad will buy me something gorgeous," I dreamed. "They'll want me to look beautiful on the arm of—uh—the arm of—I wonder who will ask me? I wonder if Ron will ask me?"
It was then that the critical side of my brain reared its negative head. "Why would Ron ever want to go with you? " it said to me in a nasty way. " You' are just an ugly, little mudblood know-it-all. He is a tall, handsome, pure-blood boy. He will surely ask a pretty, pureblood girl. What chance do I have against them? And Harry is out of the question, too. He's a champion. He can have his pick of anyone he wants. I bet half of the girls in school have him in their sights."
The opportunities for being asked continued to pass. I was getting sadder and sadder. I just knew Ron was going to step up. Or, if he did not, someone would. Of course, the passing time gave my critical brain lots of ammunition to shoot at myself.
"You know Ron can't be interested in you. Why would he be? No one wants to go with you," it continued. " You really are an ugly, know-it-all. Even Neville didn't ask you. He's going with Ginny…GINNY!...he going with a third-year over you. You're going to end up going alone. Or you can just stay in your dorm room and cry yourself to sleep."
Finally, a few days before the ball, I was standing with Ron and Harry. I knew neither of them had dates. Harry had turned down several requests from girls. I was certain he was trying to build up the courage to ask Cho Chang. I knew he was sweet on her. On the other hand, Ron was just awkward and clumsy. "Why can't you find the courage to ask me?" I thought. "I will jump at the offer. Maybe I should ask him. But, no, I just can't. I will die if he says no."
Then, a couple of evenings before Snape's Potions exam, Ron said to Harry right in front of me while we were studying. "We need to get on with finding dates, Harry. If we wait too long, we might end up with a pair of trolls. "I'm right here, Ron," my mind screamed. But my mouth said otherwise. "Excuse me! A pair of what? "I sputtered indignantly.
"Well, I mean—uh—I don't want to end up with someone like—uh—say, Eloise Midgen.
"Her acne is loads better lately—and she is really nice!" I snapped, still praying he would ask me, even though I thought he was a total ass at the moment.
"Her nose is off-center—" Ron started to say.
But I cut him off bristling, "So, you just want the prettiest girl who will have you, even if she is horrible."
"Yes. That's right," he replied.
" Eeeerrrr," I snarled to myself as I got up and stomped off. "How could I have been so wrong about him all of this time? "
On the day of Snape's Potions exam, I was approached in a crowded corridor by the Durmstrang Champion, Viktor Krum on the way to Potions class. I had mostly ignored him all term as he made his way around the castle and its grounds followed by a giggling gaggle of giddy girls. I will not deny that he was actually an attractive figure-but no. Just no. I think maybe he was finding my indifference attractive. I am not certain. But, whatever the case, he approached me in the open corridor along with another Durmstrang boy they called Poliakoff.
'Hermy-own" he said in his best bad English with a bow. Just the notion of him acknowledging my existence in front of several other students caused my heart to almost stop beating. "You would please come to Yule Ball with me?"
I was taken aback by his request. It was flattering to be asked to the big dance by him, a Triwizard Champion. I should be seeing it as a dream come true. Instead, I was feeling more like I was having a nightmare. I started to choke. My feet wanted to run as I tried to form a polite denial to him. Then, I saw Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass watching. I am certain they were hoping I would somehow embarrass myself and Gryffindor in the process.
"Ye—yes," I responded with a bright smile as the last fleeting thoughts of Ron and me dancing the night away vanished in the puff of mental smoke. "I would love to attend the ball with you."
Viktor took my hand. His wooly-fur hat almost brushed my chin as he bent forward and kissed it with the flourish and flare of one of those old movies my parents enjoy. Then, just as fast as he had approached, he was gone in a swoosh from his blood-red robe.
The whole vignette lasted less than thirty seconds. However, it was the most chivalrous event of my entire life. I could not help but mentally compare his behavior to the crude, immature nature of the boys here at Hogwarts.
As he disappeared from sight, I noticed that Pansy and Daphne were still looking my way. Our eyes met as she glared at me with utter contempt. With an audible huff, she turned and stomped off with Daphne in tow.
I was now confronted with the need to prepare myself to attend the ball not just as an attendee but as a centerpiece. "What have I gotten myself into? What should I do? What am I going to wear?" my mind was spinning as it was heading off the rails. Just then Susan Bones saved me.
"Hi, Hermione," she said. "Are you ready for the exam?"
"Uh-–Oh—Uh—Hi, Susan," I sputtered as I tried to refocus my mind. "Yes. I'm ready."
Once I entered the classroom, I seated myself next to Ron and Harry. Snape distributed the exam papers with his normal cold, sarcastic courtesy. The room fell silent as we poured into it.
The exam was everything I had come to expect from Snape. It was detailed, thorough, and torturous. It took me an entire hour to finish it. Once I turned it in, I headed outside for some air to clear my mind.
I was feeling a bit gaga about getting asked to the ball by Viktor Krum. Part of me was ecstatic. Another part was a bit terrified and panicky at the reality. And yet another part was still miffed at Ron for not asking me first.
As I rounded the backside of the greenhouses, I ran into a group of students smoking from Seamus' gaid pipe. It was him, McaGuffin, two Ravenclaw boys called Woody and Fledge, and two Hufflepuff girls named Krystyl and Rosemary.
"C'mon, Granger. Join us," shouted Seamus as he held out the pipe in my direction.
"Yeah," said MacGuffin. "Have some Christmas cheer. We need it after that exam."
I hesitated for a moment. I remembered last time. Then, I walked over and took the pipe.
I inhaled a long draw and held it. A swirl of dizziness enveloped me. "What is this?" I asked as I exhaled. "This is not your gaid."
"It's hashish," said Krystyl. "It's like gaid only it tastes better and gets you out there a bit further. My cousin brought it to me from his trip to Manali in India.
MacGuffin held his wand out with a little flame on its end. "I took a second draw on the pipe. "Oh—oh my," I gasped as I let out the smoke. The world was swirling around me to the point where I had to lean against the greenhouse to avoid toppling over. Everyone, including me, started cracking up as I passed the pipe to Fledge.
A short while later, we were laughing our way down to the lakeshore. The others started to undress as I watched. "C'mon, Granger," said MacGuffin. "We're going to take a wee swim."
I looked at them like they were all off their trolleys. The temperature was about 9C—that is about 48F for you folks across the salt pond. By now, the boys were down to their knickers. The girls were down to their knickers and bras.
"C'mon. Join us," said Rosemary. "It's a tradition."
I stood there looking stupid for a moment. Then—I am certain that the hashish stuff was responsible—off came my clothes.
Krystyl and Rosemary certainly knew this was going to happen. They both had on sturdy bras and cotton, granny knickers. I had only a flimsy, lightweight bra and thin, white knickers.
"Let's go!" said Seamus as he led the stampede into the black water. We splashed about for several seconds before charging back out of it. I stood on the shore in the bright sunlight trying to look tough and hearty like a Viking warrior princess while shivering my arse off. Suddenly, I noticed the boys were staring at me. Even if I was not stoned, it would have freaked me out.
Then, Krystyl grabbed my arm and turned me around. "Look at yourself," she said in a hushed voice as her hand forced my head downward. The water had turned my bra and knickers completely transparent. I may as well have been naked. My nipples were standing out like a pair of large, shriveled raisins. The sparse hairs between my legs were pasted down leaving nothing to the imagination. My poor, pretty little peach was as visible as if I were truly naked.
"OHMIGAWD!" I squealed as I tried to shrink into a ball. Rosemary handed me my clothes and I struggled into them as the girl scolded the boys for being asses.
It was totally embarrassing at the time-way worse than when Carpathia walked in on me masturbating. She was a girl-roomie. These were boys-boys that I did not know that well. I was certain the whole school was going to know about it. However, by the time we were back at the castle, we were all laughing about it. I wondered what I would have done if Viktor or Ron had been there.
Ron embarrassed himself later in the day. Apparently, he asked Fleur Delacour to the ball in front of several people. She had looked at him without answering. So, he turned and ran. Harry had been similarly turned down by Cho. Then, just as Ginny was finishing up telling me what happened, Ron looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time.
"Neville's right. You are a girl," he said to me like it was a great revelation.
"Well spotted," I snapped. Then I thought, "Oh hell no. He's going to finally ask me."
"You can come with one of us," he said.
" What an idiot. One of you, not just you. How can you be so dim? It's bad enough it took you this long—but this is all you have. "
Ron looked at me, waiting for me to speak. Finally, I said, "I can't go with you. I—I—I'm already going with someone."
"No, you're not," he said in total rejection of my statement. "You just said that in order to not hurt Neville's feelings."
"Just because it has taken you over three years to realize I'm a girl does not mean someone else hasn't already noticed."
"C'mon, now."
"NO!" I reiterated viciously. "I told you. I am going with someone else."
"She's lying," growled Ron as I turned to head up to the girl's dormitories.
"She's not," I heard Ginny say in a low voice.
"What?" said Ron, sounding a bit shocked. "Who is it, then?"
"I—I'm not telling," Ginny said as I stamped up the stairs fuming with anger.
That night, I had a hard time going to sleep. My thoughts were alive with what had happened. When my fingers found my peach, it was already hotter and juicier than ever before. I rubbed a finger back and forth over my swollen clitoris. Even though my mind was filled with a jumble of Ron and Viktor alternatively seeing me naked on the beach, I came in less than a minute as I bit my blanket. The last thing I needed was to wake up the room and add to my embarrassment.
The following morning I was headed to breakfast with Ginny. Suddenly, we heard a voice from behind us. It was Pansy Parkinson. She was walking with Draco, Daphne, Daphne's sister Astoria, and a couple of other posse members.
"Is it true, Granger?" she said loud enough for all to hear. "Is it true that you went skinny dipping with some boys last night?"
This caused everyone around her to start laughing like a herd of braying donkeys.
"No!" I responded, unable to ignore the taunt. I could see Ginny bristling beside me. "That is a complete misrepresentation of what happened."
"Just as well," replied Pansy as she gave me an exaggerated head-to-toe look. "Couldn't have been much to see, anyway."
" OH! YOU BITCH! ," my mind screamed as I started to step forward. I intended to give her some of the same treatment I had given Draco last year. However, my attack was cut short as I saw Ginny's wand flash. Pansy toppled over backward. Big, black bats started to fly out of her nose. This was my introduction to Ginny's soon-to-be-famous Bat Bogey Hex.
Pansy's posse turned and started to run. Draco hesitated. But, before he could pull out his wand, he saw Ginny's and mine pointed at him. This caused him to join the others in fleeing the scene.
We looked down at Pansy as the bats finally stopped coming out of her. "If I hear another word about anything involving me coming out of you, you will think you got off easy this time," I said with a look that caused her to wither.
"What was that?" I asked Ginny a moment later as we headed toward breakfast. She knew what I meant.
"Bat-Bogey Hex," she replied with a grin that went ear-to-ear. Fred and George taught it to me."
"I've never heard of it. Have you ever used it before?" I asked as we headed to our tables.
"A couple of times. Fred and George bribed Chanella Moon to let me try it on her in exchange for a big box of their stuff. This was the first time I used it for real."
"Well, it was brilliant," I said as we sat down. "I bet Pansy will think twice before messing with us again."
"Yeah," said Ginny as we started to laugh hard enough to get a lot of looks from the others around us.
Time passed as the date for the ball approached. As Harry, Ron, and I were leaving the dining hall, Ron asked me who I was going to the ball with for the umpteenth time. I was starting to tell him I was not going to tell him when Malfoy piped up and snidely commented that he could not believe I had a date. Instead of replying directly, I said "Hello, Professor Moody." Draco jumped and turned around to find the professor still at the head table. I called him a twitchy, little ferret as he stormed off.
Then, Ron said, "Hey, I just noticed something. Your teeth. They look smaller than they were."
"Yes," I replied. "Madame Pomfrey used a Shrinking Potion on them.
"No, I meant they are smaller than they were before you were hexed."
"Oh—uh—yes," I sputtered with a mischievous grin, secretly delighted that he noticed, even though he should have done so days ago. "When Madame Pomfrey was returning them to normal, I watched in a mirror. I let her go a little more than I probably should have before I stopped her. My Mom and Dad will probably be angry. However, I'm happy."
"Well, they look good."
"Thanks, Ron," I replied as a strange tingle ran through me.
The time leading up to the ball was tense. Harry and Ron stumbled and bumbled their efforts to get dates until Harry approached Pavarti Patil. I doubt Ron could have gotten a date with his own sister if things were left up to him, even if she was not already going with Neville. Somehow, I was happy for both of the tossers.
Parvati Patil confided in me that she was frightened to go with Harry. The thought of being center stage intimidated her. After she promised to keep my secret, I told her I felt the same way about going with Viktor. It was there that we created a bond that has endured forever.
A few days passed. It was a late Saturday morning. I had just finished eating breakfast with my roommates and a few others. Carpathia and Lavender headed off to Hogsmeade so they could take the Floo Network home to visit their families. Parvati left with Padma for a little sister time. Samantha said she was off to hang out with some friends. This left me alone, so I decided to visit the library—quit snickering.
A short while later, I had made my way to my favorite shelves of late. Then I remembered some books I was supposed to return before checking out more. I wanted to stay in Madam Pince's good graces. She was very understanding of my desire to check out books that were somewhat restricted.
I turned and headed out of the library and toward the stairs leading up Gryffindor Tower. When I got to the portrait of The Fat Lady, I said, "Periculum Praemisit". The portrait swung open and I entered the Common Room.
The rubber soles on my new shoes barely made a noise as I ascended the steps into the Girl's Dormitory. I had bought them because they were extremely comfortable. However, they also made moving around undetected unintentionally easy.
As I entered my dorm room, I saw the back of Samantha. "Is she dressing? Undressing? And what's that on her bed? It kind of looks like a wand."
"OH!" gasped Samantha as she jumped and grabbed the thing on her bed. She stuffed it into her clothes and started pulling on her jeans. "I didn't hear you coming."
"Sorry," I said in an apologetic voice. "It is these new shoes. They have rubber soles. I should have made some other noise."
"It's okay. You just startled me. No worries," she gushed in an almost guilty-sounding voice.
"What was that thing on your bed?" I asked innocently. "Did you get a new wand?"
"No—uh—uh—not exactly. It's just a—a thing?"
"Oh. Okay. I never saw a wand quite like that. Can I see it?"
"No—it's—uh—it's—uh—uh—I don't know," hemmed Samantha. I guess it's alright. You just have to keep it secret."
"Oh. Okay. I was just being curious."
Samantha slowly unwrapped the thing from the clothes she was holding. It looked like a fat, pink wand about ten inches long, but it did not seem to have a handle. And, the most interesting thing was that it seemed to be made of plastic. Plastic is exceedingly rare in the magical world. I recognized it because I grew up in the muggle world.
"If it is not a wand, then what is it?" I asked as I looked at it.
"It's called a vibrator. A friend gave it to me. I probably shouldn't say her name. I don't want her to get in trouble."
"Of course. We are roomies. I promise to keep it secret," I replied, still totally in the dark as to what it was and what it did. "What does it do?"
Samantha held it out and seemed to turn the end of it. It started buzzing almost like a hummingbird. After a few seconds, she reached out and touched it to my arm. I jumped like Ron from a spider. "That tickles," I gasped as I recoiled. "Is that what it does? I can do that with a whisper of the Rictumsempra charm."
"Well—yes. But it is not what it does—it's where it does it," replied Samantha in a way that hinted she knew something she was not telling me.
"What do you mean 'where'? What are you saying?"
Instead of replying, Samantha stepped forward and pressed the tip of the vibrator into my left breast. "Hey!" I screeched as I jumped backward. However, Samantha pushed forward and put her free hand behind my back, not letting me escape the buzzing device.
"That feels nice, doesn't it," Samantha said with a giggle as she wiggled it around. "It feels really nice."
"It feels weird," I gasped as a surge of pleasure rattled me much the way it did on the few occasions that I had touched myself. "We should stop. We—we—uh—" I stammered.
"We'll what?" said Samantha as she moved the vibrator to my other breast. "You're starting to like it, now—aren't you? You don't want to stop—do you?"
"It's—it's naughty."
Yeah, Naughty but nice. Well. Try this," said Samantha as she pulled the vibrator away from my tingly breast and abruptly shoved it into my crotch.
"OH NO!" I barked as I nearly doubled over. "Sam. What the hell?"
"Relax," laughed Samantha as she pushed it between my legs and pressed it hard up against my private place. "You know it feels good. You know you want me to keep doing it."
"This is wrong," my mind squealed. "I like boys. I like Ron. I'm not a lesbian."
At the same time, a different voice in my head was telling me how good it felt—how much I liked it—how much I did not want Samantha to stop despite my protests.
Samantha continued moving the vibrator against my privates. My mind started to drift into a haze as a strange heat started building in my loins and radiating outward into my body. My hip started to press into her actions. My right hand covered her hand. Then, a moan suddenly escaped my mouth. I was no longer in control of my body. My lust—I did not even know I had lust or understand it—was taking over. I was not entirely certain of what was happening. However, my mind was becoming more and more insistent that it needed to happen.
I gasped as Samantha paused. She tossed up my skirt and grabbed my knickers. She pulled them down and off so fast that I did not have time to protest. Then, a split second later, she pushed the buzzing wand through the wet hairs between my legs and inside my little peach. My hips rose up to greet its return.
"Are you having fun, now?" asked Samantha as she leaned close to my face. The vibrator was taking me to places I had never imagined. My mind was a jumbled fog. I kept seeing Ron's face poke out through it.
"Yeeeessss," I hissed. "But this is so naughty. I am not a—a—a lesbian."
"I'm not either. I just like having fun," replied Samantha as she pressed her lips to mine. Her free hand slid up under my blouse and the vibrator pressed against the entrance to my vagina. Then, her fingers touched my left nipple and I exploded.
"AH—AHH—Ahhhhhhhhgha. Oh, Sam. Oh, Ron," I choked out as waves of pleasure like nothing I had ever felt before wracked my body. I reached up and wrapped my arms around Samantha in a tight embrace.
I collapsed into a shaking, panting mess. "Did you have fun?" asked Samantha as she smiled and gave the vibrator a lick. But, before I could answer, we heard voices on the stairs. Samantha jumped up and shoved the vibrator into her desk drawer. I got up and quickly straightened my clothes. When Padma and Parvati entered the room, I was on my bed reading a book. Samantha was sorting her laundry. A near tragedy was averted.
It is hard to be so many kinds of witches. I guess I am Hermione the Complicated Witch.
