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Despite the cold, rainy weather outside, it was stifling in the tent; not because of the temperature, which was at a pleasant magic-regulated level, but because of Ron’s absence. It had been weeks since he’d left, Apparating out of Harry and Hermione’s lives. Neither of them knew if they would ever see him again.
Hermione had cried practically non-stop for a week, and even though she was no longer crying in front of Harry, he knew that she still was sometimes, when he wasn’t there to see. Their stop at Godric’s Hollow, and the close encounter with Voldemort, had only been a momentary distraction from her misery. As if Harry didn’t have enough to feel guilty about; he knew how his two friends felt about each other, even if they were both too scared to admit it openly. Harry knew that Ron’s hot temper, brought to boil by the Horcrux, had been what ultimately made him leave…
It was the middle of January and Harry, Hermione, and Ron would be enjoying the cold windy Saturday in the beautiful town of Hogsmeade. They had all dressed accordingly; wearing their heavy winter cloaks to keep warm while they were visiting the magical village. Hermione’s Saturday had not started well however; her latest visit to the kitchens had caused quite a ruckus among the house elves, who had taken offence after Hermione gave her “free the house elves” speech. The house elves took no direct action against Hermione and continued to perform their duties admirably for the rest of the school. The elves were sneaky about getting back at the nosy house elf activist, by tampering with her food, drink and even her laundry. They pissed in her glasses of pumpkin juice, undercooked her food and basically stopped washing her clothes. In fact, almost every piece of her clothing had either been lost or shrunken to a ridiculous size. The house elves had taken it upon themselves to steal every single pair of Hermione’s sexy little panties, shrunk her skirts and dress shirts, and misplaced her school robes and shoes, except for her winter cloak and a pair of shiny black high heels. So when Hermione got ready to go to Hogsmeade on the cold Saturday in mid January, all she had under her one heavy winter cloak was a sexy pair of stripper heels, knee-high socks, a tiny three inch Hogwarts skirt, and a tight dress shirt and tie. Hermione had no underwear and was mortally embarrassed and afraid of being caught not wearing any panties at all. She was relying heavily on her thick and long cloak to avert any embarrassing situations, and as the three friends left the school for the village of Hogsmeade, Hermione was very aware that it was extremely windy.
HARRY POTTER AND THE ASSES OF FIRE
Larry Moen Curley
Head master Dumbledore stood in the center of his large oak paneled office and
looked very disappointedly at the three students that Hagrid had brought in to
him.
“So,” Dumbledore said to the huge man, “you caught the three of them at it
again?”
“Yes, Sir. Going at it like scalded monkeys they were. On the floor in young
Harry’s room this time.”
The three kids looked down nervously at the floor as the two elders spoke about
them.
“What… exactly did you see them doing?” the head master asked.
“Well, Sir. They had young Hermione on her hands and knees between the two
of them. Her skirt was pulled up on her back and her knickers were down at her
knees and both the boys’ trousers and underpants were down as they knelt
before her and behind her. Young Harry here was balls deep in the girl’s little
quim and she was sucking master Weasley’s hardened tallywacker in her
mouth.”
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Morning came fast for Harry, and after carefully removing himself from the busty blonde and his feet from the grip of his cum bloated fangirl (he had no idea how it hadn’t leaked, or rather poured, out of her yet, but he was guessing some sort of accidental magic, a sealing charm on her cervix or something) before he got dressed in a dark grey muscle shirt, and black cargo jeans.
Satisfied with his outfit for the day, Harry calmly walked down through the school towards the Great Hall, coolly ignoring the squealing girls beginning to follow him, all the while a lecherously smirk fighting to show on his face at the possibilities as he sat for a quick breakfast.
A few minutes later he finished savouring a bacon sandwich and glanced at his watch; 10:30am, meaning Hermione would already be at the empty classroom from the previous night practising the spells he taught her.
