Veronica thought for a moment.
"Can we give them at least a little bit?" She asked, glaring over at her sisters.
You gave her a look, and Ron sighed.
"Let's go…" She said sadly.
Ruby was not a drunkard. She had always been quite firm on that fact whenever her alcohol consumption was brought up.
She was just… a bit more capable of holding her alcohol than others, given her giant biology. That simply meant she drank more.
It was everyone else's fault, honestly, for being such lightweights.
Hagrid sighed, resting her forehead on the bar at the Leaky Cauldron. That's what her mother used to say, at the very least.
Hagrid grumbled, only slightly buzzed, and lifted her head, fishing out her coin pouch, alongside, accidentally, a fistful of the other random items that had been in her pocket, and reaching inside to withdraw a few more Sickles.
Sliding them over to the bartender, the woman smiled at her as she took them.
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"Another round, Rubes?" She said, knowingly. Already pouring the glass, she continued. "You know, I'm glad. During the school year, you usually vanish entirely, so it's good to see you, even if it's just a few days before the start. You're my best customer, after all~" She finished, sliding the glass down the table.
Ruby caught it, glaring a bit.
"Shut up, Rose." She grumbled before lifting it up and down the oversized tanker of whisky. As much as she disliked the teasing, Rose had been kind to her over the years. The most telling part of that kindness came in her custom mug for the Tavern.
Rose only charged her regular prices, even though she filled up Ruby's much larger glass with nearly twice the alcohol of others.
The white-haired woman just smiled, moving on to the next customer, while Hagrid busied herself with looking down at the variety of random items that had emerged from the depths of her coat.
A scraplet, which she crushed promptly before it could get to the nearby stirring spoon, a couple more sickles, enough for one more round, a couple of old notes and bills and-
Hagrid swallowed, as she slowly reached down and lifted the image of her parents from the table.
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Seeing Dad smile and wave at her, his hand on Mum's leg, was both uplifting and heartbreaking. Da' really had been the life of their family. The glue. When he passed away, they'd just… fallen apart.
Mum had returned to the homelands, and Ruby had stayed behind… It hadn't been a pretty separation. Now, years later, she hasn't spoken to her mother once… Sure, she received letters, but Ruby…
She couldn't help but feel it was Mum's fault. Sometimes she couldn't help but feel it was her own. She swallowed, staring at the smiling figure of her father for only a few more seconds, before tucking it away into her pocket once more.
She'd… She'd do something.
Maybe, write to Mom. A small note. If she felt like it. Maybe.
Swallowing heavily, she took another drink, the burn fortifying her.
Rose came back around, grinning. There was a distinctly more sympathetic view, though, in the way she smiled.
"Another failure?"
Ruby sighed.
The half-giantess had been going on blind dates for the past few months and, well…
She flinched at the memory of the date earlier today, if you could even still call it that. Ruby had shown up in her best outfit-
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-hell, she'd even had Minerva help her with her hair, but the man she was supposed to meet.
Hagrid gulped, holding back tears at the memory of him screaming and literally running away.
"Yeesh, that bad?" Rose asked, wincing.
Ruby nodded morosely.
The bartender refilled her cup.
"On me. You'll get a man one day, girl. That little shit's an idiot. Why, if I wasn't married, I'd have had that big tongue of yours between my-"
"I get it!" Ruby yelped, looking around. "I get it, thank you, Rose." Her voice carried a silent plea for her to stop talking.
They were in public, and Rose had a husband.
But…
She did appreciate the thought, really.
The white-haired woman laughed melodically.
"Well, you tell me if you ever wanna test it out. I'm sure we can figure something out." She said, sending one last gentle tease at Hagrid before a more pensive look came over her face. "You know… I have an idea that might help your mental, make you more likely to catch yourself a man, and you'll be helping the hubby and me out." She said in a low tone.
Hagrid slowly perked up. At this point she'd do anything.
Seeing her attention was caught, Rose smiled.
"How do you feel about babysitting?"
Hagrid paused, blinked, and then paused again.
"What?"
Rose grinned wider.
"The Hubby and I were thinking about going on a little anniversary trip to the States. I heard that a portal back home had opened up. But we haven't found anyone to watch the girls yet. Normally, during work hours, Hubby's the stay-at-home parent, but with no one at home…" She trailed off. "They might destroy the building." She finished.
"And this would make it easier for me to get a boyfriend?" Ruby asked, unsure.
Rose nodded.
"Absolutely. Men love a woman with experience with children. It's like honey to them." She said, smiling in the same way Ruby recalled the used-broom salesmen did when she purchased hers for Hogwarts. "It's a surefire way to make you more attractive…"
"I- for how long? And would they be alright at Hogwarts?"
"Oh, I'm sure you could find a place for them, and it would only be for, say… a few months. Five or six, maybe. We'd pay too."
Hagrid hesitated. She was relatively certain she was being scammed but-
Her thighs clenched together.
…It was worth it.
"I'll do it." She said.
Rose nodded.
"Let me just confirm it with Hubby first."
Rose turned to the side.
"Hey, you cool with Ruby watching the girls?"
Ruby turned to look at Rose's husband, sitting just a bit further down the bar, with a faraway look in his eyes. At her words, he straightened a bit, a spark of hope entering his eyes.
"…Really?" he asked.
Rose nodded.
"God, please, yes." He said at last.
Rose snickered before leaning in.
"Don't tell 'im, but Justice, Azzy, Pandy, and I are all preggers again already. We're saving the surprise for the trip."
"Congratulations."
Rose nodded happily before turning.
"Anyways, let me get the girls for you."
She looked towards the stairs.
"Oi! Cerb's, get down here!"
There came a rush of nine different, identical-looking, white hairs girls down the staircase. Rose glared.
"Not all of you, just the kids."
Three of them dispersed, and Rose glared harder.
Another three slumped before vanishing as well, leaving the last three.
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"""Yes, Mum?""" They asked in unison.
Rose explained the situation, and as one they turned towards the still slightly drunk Ruby, who was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake.
And then they pounced.
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You and Veronica turned towards your classmates, wands at the ready.
The room was already chaos, and it had become even more so in the brief time you took to rescue the redheaded Witch.
Harry had, evidently, decided that given the size of the room, the presence of enemies, and the direness of the situation, this was a good time to try out some of her more… interesting spells.
She'd already gone through a few, if the current carnage was any indication.
Part of the floor had been ripped up, forming into large, walking golems that slammed their fists down at the two nimble figures dashing about.
And they were moving. It looked almost like something out of a movie, the way they dodged the large golems' attacks with backflips and twirls, their hair flying wildly behind them as they moved.
And that wasn't the only thing happening, as the two golems fought, streams of colored light fired from a small stone bunker Harry had erected. You didn't actually know the spell she'd used to make that one, but evidently it was working. There was only a small slit, through which she could angle her wand in the defense, and there seemed to be a continuous stream of spells spilling from it.
The two Dog Girls tried to dodge all of them, but occasionally, a combination of the physical and magical attacks would overwhelm them, and spells would splash against their naked bodies.
The effects were varied, ranging from frankly horrifying; one time the other girl had been flung back, pustules and boils springing up over her form, while others were more mundane, for example, a length of rope tying around them.
What was even more intimidating, though, was the speed by which the dog girls seemed to shake off the effects; almost consistently, the spells would wash away from their bodies, draining like water, and they'd be up again in seconds, and jumping around just as energetic as before.
That wasn't to say, either, that they had no offense. Indeed, occasionally, the girls themselves would slip through, landing a devastating strike against one of the golems, or against Harry's fortifications, that would blast away soil and stone, leaving gaping holes that would slowly start to fill.
Frankly, Harry's combat prowess was more impressive than it was surprising. The girl had a habit of… creatively using spells. McGonagall had actually pulled her to the side several times after class, when Harry had asked questions like 'How difficult was it to transfigure the air in a person's lungs into sand?' and 'Could you transfigure people into chocolate, and then eat them to hide the evidence?'
Honestly, you were rather thankful that she wasn't trying some of her more… creative interpretations.
The thought of taking a stray spell that one of the girls had dodged made you shudder.
Still, it was already rather violent, and Harry, seemingly in reaction to her initial efforts proving fruitless, was escalating the intensity and violence of her spells, as shown by one flying wide, past everyone, and slamming into the Dog Girl who had been enamored by the stick you'd charmed.
The Bombarda slammed into the two, throwing the white-haired girl back, and destroying both the stick and the enchantment that had been placed on it.
She stood, looking confused, before shaking her head as if flinging away water, and turned back towards the commotion in the center of the room.
The noise seemed enough to distract her from Veronica and you, but it still drew her over to Harry, and now there were three fighting Harry's golems and spells. The added number seemed to put your friend on the back foot, though, as they began wearing away at her minions.
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You wondered, idly, where Winnie and Georgia had hidden. You'd have to find them later.
Not willing to let Harry be overwhelmed, though, you turned towards Veronica, who'd just finished her sandwich and was somehow looking not only full, but also as if the food had actually healed some of her cuts and bruises. She had her eyes closed, as if trying to calm down. You did your best not to be distracted by her exposed… assets.
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She really looked good in those new dress pants she'd found.
What was she, some type of video game character?
"You ready?"
The red-haired girl blinked, turning towards the direction you were facing and seeming to notice the situation for the first time. The laughter of the three monster girls, you weren't quite sure what kind yet, filled the air.
"Is that…" She trailed off, squinting. "Harry?"
You nodded.
"Yup. We'll talk more about what exactly-" you gestured to the room as a whole, for lack of anything better to say, "-this all is about, but first we should really deal with them."
And just like, the generously chested redhead nodded, suddenly all business as she focused in on the conflict.
"What's the plan?"
"Well…" You squinted at the three. They were, honestly, oddly coordinated. Scarily so.
The way they flowed past each other, dodged on que, and even positioned themselves for their sister(?) to bounce off of, gaining more height and speed, was frankly supernatural in more than the usual sense.
There was something going on there; you could feel it… it was as if the answer was just hiding in the back of your mind, refusing to come to the front…
Still, you needed to do something, even if you didn't have all the information. From what you could see, though, the best option was clear.
"Divide and conquer." You said, easily. "We need to stop them from working together, and then we need to tie them up, or something similar…" You trailed off.
The Incarcerous charm was the first thing that came to mind, but from your observations, you'd already seen it fail.
If you wanted this to work, then you would likely have to go creative.
Veronica sighed, stepping up next to you, wand at the ready.
"Sometimes I hate my sisters." She bemoaned. You couldn't help but hum in agreement.
They always got you all into the wildest of things.
-x-X-x-
You squinted, examining the group closer. Despite their clear skill and physical prowess, they seemed…
"Haha!"
"Missed me!"
"Ow! You stepped on my tail!"
"I wanna throw the stone guy!"
…Not entirely mature.
To say the least.
Even as they were fighting, and the spells Harry was throwing were not nice spells, the three white-haired dog-girls seemed to find some amusement in the battle, even as they were tossed around and subjected to increasingly violent effects.
They laughed, yelled, and squealed as they jumped around both the Golems and Harry's steadily weakening fortress.
Could you take advantage of that….
Well, obviously. The question was whether this would even work.
You turned to Veronica, who was staring with a look of vague bewilderment. Feeling your gaze, she met your eyes, and you could see the confusion swimming in them as she also watched the honestly bizarre sight.
"…What even are they?" She asked, looking to you for the answer.
Unfortunately, you didn't have an easy one for her. You still weren't entirely sure yourself, although…
You eyed the mixture of dog ears and spaded tails, a suspicion beginning to form as you watched.
You may have an idea soon…
"I don't know, yet." You answered. "But it doesn't matter. We need to help Harry. I have an…" Plan? No. "I have an idea, but I need you to move around the side and get ready to run and help Harry. I don't know how much longer she can keep this up."
Harry was strong, that was certain, and combat magic had always been her speciality, but this- This was more than you'd been expecting already. To maintain the golems while still casting spells had to be taking both a tremendous amount of focus and stamina, both of which you weren't certain she had much more of after such an extended period of continuous casting.
"What are you going to do?" Veronica asked, a worried look on her face as she eyed you. You were reminded of the fact that despite common conceptions, she wasn't as daft as some people thought her to be. "You can't fight all three of them at once."
She was, unfortunately, correct. Physically or even magically, you weren't capable of beating them.
Maybe if you had more time to research spells and knew exactly what they were, you would be able to craft something, or figure out some type of method or attack angle that would be the silver bullet to this situation, but-
You really didn't have the time to do that now. So, plan B.
"I've got a plan." You said, doing your best to smile reassuringly.
Veronica, bless her heart, smiled back, nervously, before creeping along the edges of the mess, towards Harry. You sent another look around for the Twins, but with them nowhere in sight, you sighed before stepping up.
"HEEEEYY!" You called, holding your want to your throat in a silent Sonorus charm, your voice multiplied and echoed so it rang through the room loudly.
Loud enough that it caused all three Dog girls, who had just finished dismantling the last golem, to flinch before, as one, turning to you.
You chuckled nervously at the attention.
"Hey." You said, much quieter.
At your cry, all three of them turned towards you. It was… disconcerting to have all of their attention on you. Still, you had a plan.
Behind them, you could see Veronica flinch at your call and send a bug-eyed look towards you, stepping forward as if to help.
You did your best to give her a look that clearly communicated the 'Absolutely not help Harry' that you were desperate to say.
She seemed to get the message, instead backing away to head towards the Fortress, which had stopped firing spells and had gone worriedly silent.
You wanted to run over and check on Harry, but first-
"A guy."
"It is a guy!"
"Like dad!"
"Only mom's won't beat us up if we-"
"We could-"
"Do you think they'd notice if we put him in the closet? We could feed him and everything!"
"Like the Gerbil?"
"Yeah!"
"We killed the Gerbil."
"Damn…"
"We can try again!"
As they spoke, words fast-paced and cheerful, they crept forward. You didn't want them to simply begin attacking. Once they did, it would be hard to get a word in edge-wise, so you had to speak quickly and fast.
"Wait!"
They paused, only momentarily. That was good enough, honestly. It showed they at least gave some heed to your words.
"Before we start tearing each other to shreds over nothing, can I ask a question?"
The three glanced at each other.
"Sure." One said.
Step One. Butter your targets.
"I couldn't help but notice, but- you three. You're pretty damn strong." You said, watching as the three preened under the compliment. "On top of that, you've got-" What would three human-shaped monster girls find nice to be complimented about?
Probably the same as regular girls, huh.
"-nice bodies. I can tell you take care of yourselves." You tried.
They blinked vacantly, in sync.
"What?"
"Our Dad takes care of us."
"And sometimes Ms. Ruby."
Oh dear.
They were idiots.
"…I mean, you're sexy."
"Oh!"
"Ohhhh."
"Why didn't you say that from the start?"
They all giggled to each other, blushing slightly, at your words, while you idly wondered how many brain cells there were between the three of them.
"I was truly-" You were going to say awestruck, but thought better of it, "-stunned by your beauty."
"Oh, you."
"We do have that effect."
"I'm hungry."
You squinted.
It was time for the finishing blow.
"But I couldn't help but wonder, really…" I trailed off purposefully, and the three leaned forward. "No… I shouldn't say."
They narrowed their eyes, and you pretended to crack under the pressure.
"Well, I was just wondering… Which one of you was the strongest?"
A simultaneous blink, and then your eceived your answers.
All three of them.
"Me."
"'Tis I!"
"That's easy, it's my sisters."
They all froze and turned to each other.
From there…
Your plan worked perfectly.
"What do you mean it's you?"
"I was the one who got to train with Dad."
"We all did, stupid!"
"Uh, guys, I'm still hungry, and I feel like this isn't the best use of our time."
"It's me!"
"No!"
Two of them tackled each other, and the third sighed, giving you a look that told you she knew exactly what you were doing. You tried your best be neutral, even as an evil smile came across her face.
"Winner gets to fuck the human!" She yelled before diving in, as the noise doubled. Across the room, Harry, who was being partially carried by Veronica, screeched and seemed ready to dive in herself.
The one who'd yelled gave you a grin before seeming to give in and diving into the pile of fists, teeth, and fur herself.
It was almost like a cartoon, watching the three wrestle and roughhouse.
You… weren't expecting them to get that far.
You also hadn't expected to be the… prize.
Ruminating on that, you carefully inched around the roaming ball of three fighting dog-girls and headed towards Veronica and Harry.
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Crossing the room, you met up with Veronica and the limping but in one-piece Harry.
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The shorter girl's hair was disheveled, and she was breathing heavily. The white shirt she'd worn, a loose shirt she mostly used for pajamas, was soaked with sweat, and thus slightly transparent.
She was also glaring heavily at the ball of the fighting white-haired dog-girls.
It was very clear that Harry was not prepared for this type of exertion, if what you could see poking through her shirt was any indicator. On top of that, the shoulder of the shirt had slipped down, revealing a bit more of her chest than she was normally comfortable with.
Not that the girl seemed to notice. Her eyes were locked on you, even as she had trouble walking; the sheer drain from casting so much magic in such a short period of time forced her to rely on Veronica to stand.
"Herman…" She panted out. "Are you alright?"
You nodded.
"Yeah, are you? That was…" You tried to find the words to fit what you just saw. "Impressive." You settled on at last.
She cracked a small smile, shifting herself more upright in a movement that did very unfortunate, or fortunate, depending on your point of view, things to her neckline.
"I've been practicing." She said, blushing.
"I could tell; you'll have to teach me later."
You both smiled at each other, and there was more of a moment of silence before Veronica's eyes slowly traveled down between the two of you, and then to Harry's chest.
More specifically, to something you didn't notice, too caught up in your appreciation for Harry's abilities.
"Blimey, Harry. You're tits out."
It was almost as if there was a record scratch that went through the room.
Harry looked down, slowly.
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"Oh."
Her voice was small.
She looked back up, meeting your eyes.
"H-Herman, I can explain!" She stuttered out, eyes wide and face red. "I-I'm not a girl- It's not-" She seemed to freeze, trying to figure out something to say, before finally breaking, relaxing her shoulders with a defeated look on her face.
"Fine. It's true. I'm sorry, Herman, but… I've been lying to you."
She has?
"I'm not, actually, a boy." She fixed her top as she spoke, and shifted nervously. "This entire time, I've been a girl. I've been hiding my gender since birth at the direction of Headmaster Dumbledore, to better hide me from the Death Eaters, and… a few other reasons." She blushed, grabbing her arm. She looked near tears, and this was clearly a large revelation for her. But-
"Harry… did you think I didn't know you were female? I've known since I met you…" You trailed off, frankly confused and bewildered.
Harry's eyes widened, and she seemed utterly stunned. Her mouth opened and closed several times, nothing coming out.
You continued.
"I thought you kn-"
"Done!"
You blinked at the interruption before turning to your side.
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"I'm the strongest. That means I get my prize, right?" She asked, happily, eying your crotch with a hungry expression. Behind her were the passed-out forms of her two sisters, sprawled across the room.
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You considered your options before sighing.
In theory, and this was only a thought excursion, you could likely stun or beat the other in some way, now that her sisters were out for the count. Only-
You had a feeling, no, a premonition, that if you tried to break your agreement, the other two would wake up fast and punish your dishonesty.
So instead, you sighed and moved to the side, your hands dropping to fiddle with your belt. The motion had both Harry and Veronica snapping their eyes to you, in what seemed to be an almost instinctive action.
Their reactions, though, were vastly different.
Veronica's eyes, which were lidded from weariness, went wide open as her eyes locked onto your waistband, almost quivering as it lowered; otherwise she seemed frozen.
Harry, on the other hand…
"Wait!" She shouted, jumping between the Dog Girl and you, arms forming an X almost desperately. "You can't seriously be considering actually doing this, can you?" She shot a nervous, angry, emotional glance back at the white-haired girl, who was frowning at her. "Do her?"
There was an indignant 'hey' from the female in question, but Harry didn't seem to notice, instead staring at you imploringly, as if trying to will you into a specific answer.
You winced, letting go of your pants and letting them fall to the ground, leaving you in your boxer briefs, which did a stellar job at showing off your package to the three females in the room (you wondered where the twins went).
"Well…" You trailed off, rubbing the back of your head. "I'm not just going to lie about it."
"Why not!?" She asked. "We can take her!" She waved at the other. "Look at her, she's pathetic."
You couldn't help but wince at the harsh words, not that the other seemed much bothered. She'd been distracted from the conversation by a stray piece of dust floating through the air, and was trying to catch it.
"I mean, I'd feel bad…" You answered. You genuinely would. Not to mention your bad feeling.
It helped, admittedly, that the White-Haired Woman weren't bad-looking at all.
Harry's eye twitched once, and then twice, and she opened her mouth to say something else, but was stopped when, evidently no longer distracted, she was bowled over by the naked girl in question.
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"No more waiting! I wanna make puppies!" She demanded with a grin.
Harry, who'd been knocked to the ground, rolled over and glared up at the girl, her clothing even more disheveled now. You averted your eyes respectfully, instead choosing the more civilized option of admiring the standing girl's tits.
"What! No!" Harry growled, getting the other's attention. She looked down at your friend.
"What do you mean?" Her ears flicked as she blinked, face blank.
Harry pushed herself up, brushing off dust, before stomping up to the other and planting her finger directly between her breasts.
"You don't get to have sex with him." She said.
The Dog Girl (You really needed to get her name) tilted her head, perplexed.
"Why not?"
The other Ravenclaw froze, as if not expecting the question.
"Well, I uh-" She cut herself off, face reddening. She didn't seem sure as to what to say, and in response, the object of her ire grinned and turned away, a smug smile on her face.
"Ah, you wanted the male for yourself. Not fast enough, though, shortie~ You snooze, you lose." She skipped over, wrapping her arms around your own, pressing it between her breasts. "Better luck next time."
Harry vibrated, seemingly in a mix of outrage and embarrassment, before something seemed to snap, and she jerked up, staring the other in the eyes.
"No."
The black-haired girl stomped forward, but instead of going for the smirking white-haired girl, she moved to your other side. Grabbing your arm, she hugged it between her own apparently not terribly small breasts.
"He's mine!"
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To be completely honest, you felt a little bit like a chew toy being tugged between two lap dogs, more than anything. Except one was actually a Pitbull and the other was a Chihuahua with a gun.
"I won the fight; that means he's my mate now. Cerberus Rules!" You winced as an abnormally strong yet deceptively thin set of arms pulled you towards their owner
"What the fuck are Cerberus Rules! Herman is his own person, and he wouldn't ever choose you when he has much better options." You were pulled back in the other direction.
The two had been arguing for only ten minutes now, and it had still gotten absolutely nowhere. They'd only managed to fling insults and more at each other, and it seemed that they could only hear what the other had to say.
You'd tried multiple times to interject, but been ignored each time. Veronica, who you had originally hoped to be your saving grace, seemed to be frozen.
She had a rather odd look on her face, flushed entirely red, with a bit of blood leaking from her nose. You hoped she was alright. Her eyes flicked between the three of you constantly, and she seemed off in her thoughts.
Wherever she was in her daydream, at the very least, it had to be better than your own position.
"He's MINE!"
"Over your dead body!"
The latest series of shoves seemed close to pulling your arms entirely out of their sockets.
As you opened your mouth to once more try and defuse the situation, feeling rather exposed in your boxer briefs, sandwiched between two women, and nearly, embarrassingly enough, at full mast because of it, the air seemed to change, as Harry narrowed her eyes.
"Why would he even want you anyway? A mutt like you doesn't have the sort of body that Herman would ever be interested in. You're totally not his type." Harry, who seemed to have become so fervent and outraged that she was far past reason, was red in the face as she made the claim, sounding entirely certain.
Personally, you'd never actually even given any thought to your own preference, but still, the words were enough to cause a gasp of offense from the Cerberus.
"Excuse me!" She growled before, slowly, her snarl faded into a far more smug look. "How about we test it, if you're so confident?"
You blinked in confusion, and Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Explain?"
Rather than answering the demand with words, you were, mercifully, released by the white-haired girl, who instead reached and grabbed Harry, yanking the surprised girl away from you, and slightly forward, pulling her flush with her body in a frankly somewhat sensuous and flirtatious manner.
At the same time, taking advantage of Harry's surprise, the other girl slipped her hands down, pushing down her waistband to rather boldly cup your friend's substantial rump.
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Harry's face reddened, and she looked down, a mix of confusion, flustered, and shocked at the other's actions, even as her attacker continued speaking.
"We'll just let the male choose!" She declared cheerfully before, using her grip, she spread the raven-haired girl's cheeks, exposing her most private parts to you, while angling her body to show off her own.
You looked towards Harry.
And then back towards the Cerberus (something you would be researching more about later. The Three-Headed Greek hellhound? There were three of them, you guessed.)
You were not prepared for this, although looking back at your previous encounters of the magical variety, at this school specifically, should have alerted you to exactly what was going to happen.
You couldn't help but ponder when you were going to learn. This felt like it was almost a trope at this point. Some type of plot point in a shitty smut story written by an amateur.
"Well, 'Her-Man'? What do you choose?" The Cerberus asked, smirking as she continued molesting your friend. "This-" she looked down towards Harry, "-short, unimpressive specimen, or-" she posed, dramatically, "I. A full-blooded Cerberus Demon, of a noble and mostly pure line."
Her words were surprisingly verbose, as if the brain cells shared between the three bodies were suddenly available for use by a single mind.
Harry struggled briefly, but didn't seem to be able to escape from the other; her wand had been dropped in the sudden movement and was on the ground a few feet away. Instead of using her magic, Harry resorted to a verbal assault instead.
"Let me go, you mangy mutt- " she snarled, wiggling as best she could. Unfortunately for her, and for your own dignity, all it did was have her sensually writhe her body against the naked pale woman's, in a sight that was, admittedly, quite attractive.
You watched, swallowing dryly, as the white-haired woman met your eyes, staring you down with a daring smirk. "Choose."
A bead of sweat ran down your back, and you worried, only briefly, about what you were going to say. There didn't seem to be any good option that avoided all the consequences.
And then you remembered.
You were Herman Granger.
A motherfucking Wizard.
"Both."
All three young women in the room blinked, turning to you as one, pairs of red, green, and blue eyes staring at you in a mixture of shock and confusion.
"…What?" Harry said.
You put your best smile on, and rather than having to pretend you genuinely did feel confident, you pointed.
"I choose both. At the same time."
There was a thump, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Veronica collapse to the ground, a frankly perverted looking smile on her face. You didn't have the time to check on her, unfortunately.
If you didn't do this right, a tingle in the back of your head told you that things wouldn't go well.
Harry flushed, wriggling again, still stuck in the other's grip.
"You can't just- " she started, before being cut off by her captor.
"Ohh~ This is just like what mom used to talk about!" The beast-woman sounded pleased. Excited, even. "Do you think you have what it takes?" She wiggled her hips, seductively.
You stepped forward, nodding. Your hands went down to your briefs, and with a swift movement, you pulled them off, your length springing out from its fabric prison to hang out.
There was a blur of movement, and suddenly-
"Whoah~ Look at this… I've only ever seen it in books!" Said the white-haired girl, suddenly kneeling at your feet, face only inches away from your shaft, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted in a distinctly canine-like motion, and her mouth was set in a wide smile.
"W-what." On the other side, hand still held captive by her new companion(?), was Harry. Still in her white shirt and lacking pants entirely, she'd somehow been maneuvered into a kneeling position herself, and was staring, seeming a bit shocked, or in awe.
It was the same face she made whenever you changed in your dorm room. You'd always assumed that she was amazed at your incredible physique, but now…
You were starting to wonder if perhaps your good friend was staring at you for slightly less pure reasons….
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"If you have trouble choosing… we can help!" She cheered, leaning forward to press her cheek against your shaft like a particularly affectionate puppy. "Just a sample and it'll be clear why I'm the better option." She said happily, and you shuddered at the feeling of her warm cheek on your shaft.
"H-hey!" A pair of small hands wrapped around your dick, before freezing, as if the action was more involuntary than anything. Still, Harry glared at the other. "Stop touching Herman! He's not yours!" She growled, before looking up to meet your gaze. She opened her mouth to say something, before closing it, face flushed. Her hands began slowly stroking your shaft.
Hesitantly, and entirely unsure of how you were supposed to react at this point (frankly, you hadn't thought this far ahead, a rarity for you), your hands hovered above the two girls, one who refused to look at you for embarrassment, and one that seem to refuse to look anywhere else but directly into your eyes as she dragged her tongue down your length, provoking a shiver to go up your spine.
She giggled.
"Oh…" She purred, "He liked that." She said, before doing it again, trailing her tongue from base to tip, flicking your cockhead with your tongue before withdrawing it, much to Harry's shock. "What a poor male. Don't worry, if the other woman won't take care of you properly, my sisters and I will…" She said, her eyes briefly glancing over to the pile of her passed-our doubles, and then back.
"N-no!" Harry's words sounded weak, evidently even to her own ears, and she seemed to wilt at others' giggles.
And then, her eyes narrowed, the green in them sparking dangerously as she stiffened and glared.
Shuffling over, she shouldered the other girl out of the way with surprising strength, provoking a yelp.
"You can't have him because I'm Herman's girlfriend." She stated, staring the other down. Then, before you got a chance to even mention Nora, Harry opened her mouth and-
Glk
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She took your cockhead into her mouth, and closed her lips around it, staring up at you as she gave the tip of your dick a hesitant lick.
You stared down, wide-eyed and a little bit shocked and confused.
Harry was your bro. Your best friend. Your roommate. You'd known since the start that she was female, but you'd met her at the start, and you never even fathomed the thought that-
"Mph"
Your thoughts were cut off as Harry pushed herself deep; her eyes, rather than looking at you, were locked onto the Cerberus girl instead. Her hands were on the back of your thighs, and even though your cock was beginning to poke at the back of her throat, she didn't flinch.
Instead, she stared, her eye tearing up, as she pulled you even further down her throat, forcing your cock deeper and making lewd, dirty noises all the while as she fought her apparently very present gag reflex, all to, evidently, make a point.
"Glk, Glk."
That point being…
You groaned again, hands intertwining with the girl's short, messy black hair, as your train of thought was once again interrupted by the feeling of Harry's tongue ghosting around the underside of your shaft, while her throat vibrated and flexed, squeezing your head.
It was clear the other didn't have much experience with this sort of thing, but what she lacked in experience she made up for with sheer determination.
And it showed, mainly in your own reactions as you groaned at her sloppy but enthusiastic ministrations.
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"Whoah…" The Cerberus girl intoned, staring wide-eyed. Her tone was only slightly mocking as she spoke again. "I wasn't expecting that from some human girl. Maybe you are serious about this."
Then, her face morphed into a smirk, and she crossed her arms, meeting Harry's gaze. Frankly, you felt more like a prize than anything as the girl spoke again.
"Still, though, I've seen better. If you can't at least take him all the way, then you don't deserve the man. That's what Modeus says."
That seemed to spark something in Harry, as she glared even harder, before bracing her hands on the back of your thighs and meeting your own gaze.
"What are you doing?" You tried to communicate non-verbally.
Harry looked away for a moment, almost guilty, even as her throat continued massaging your length. And then.
"Sorry-not-sorry" Was the only non-verbal warning you got before she plunged herself forward; the final inches of your cock, close to half the total length, were crammed down her throat as Harry, in a feat of both bodily control and willpower, crammed your entire length into her gullet, throat bulging as your cock went deeper and deeper, eyes rolling back as she practically inhaled you.
And that wasn't all, either. Whether through sheer instinct or multitasking, her tongue continued to lash at your shaft, and her throat flexed and squeezed around you in an entirely purposeful manner, prompting you to bite your lip and hold yourself back, trying to keep from cumming down your best friend's throat.
Whatever this was, it had to be in an effort to protect you from this Cerberus.
There was no way your good friend Harry… liked you or anything.
You dick, which was buried deep in the girl's throat as she practically throat-fucked herself on your cock twitched from the pleasure, as the Cerb watched, wide-eyed and blushing.
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The entirety of the situation was a tad confusing, overwhelming, and hot all at the same time. A difficult situation for you to parse, all things considered, although in your defense, much of your brainpower, alongside much of your blood, was occupied in other parts of your body at the moment.
Harry was your friend. You'd even take a gander and say she was your best friend. With you through thick and thin, always on your side, one of the best roommates you'd ever had.
A good friend, through and through.
But you'd never fathomed-
You paused, considering, as your best friend choked herself on your cock, that maybe you missed a few things.
Harry's hands on the back of your legs, in contrast to her eyes being rolled back in her head, were tightly clutching your thighs, and holding herself tight on your length. It was the only reason that you didn't pull her away for fear of her passing out.
You assumed at the very least that Harry was able to make her own judgements on when she had enough.
Biting your lip even harder, you found your attention drawn to Veronica, who was watching-
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Well, she was focused, eyes flitting between you and Harry, while she breathed heavily. Her eyes were wide; the quick breathing had her chest rising and falling in a fluid motion that drew your own eyes almost hypnotically.
It took her a few moments to notice your gaze, but when she did.
"Herman- " she breathed, tone that of shock and awe.
You grunted to show that you were listening. The most you were capable of doing.
The red-headed girl seemed to get the point, though, as she continued.
"I think-" She cut herself off, eyes flitting between you and Harry again. "I think Harry might like you."
You looked down at the mass of black hair you had your fingers threaded into, the sharp green eyes rolling back, and round glasses, as the friend in question pulled back just enough to gasp a quick breath before diving back on, now moving back and forth as she throatfucked herself.
"…I-ngh, I think you might be right." You managed to get out with minimal interruption.
Harry didn't seem to hear, and, eventually, you lost the fight with the pleasure, and your dick twitching was her only warning before you began cumming directly down her throat.
Spurt after spurt of your seed was shot out, but Harry, in contrast to her inexperience, proved to be nothing if determined in swallowing all of your seed, and you slowly began pulling out, having to fight both her hands and the suction of her mouth, as she tried to milk you as best she could before you left.
You released one last rope into her mouth before your cock finally escaped between her pink lips, a line of your seed falling down the side of her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out, but her brows were furrowed as she did her best not to let a single drop escape, glaring down at the ground as her throat worked, before finally.
Gasp
She opened her mouth, taking in air for the first time in what felt like over ten minutes, her tongue hanging out as she exposed a mixture of her saliva mixed with your seed still in her mouth, a string hanging down over her bottom lip.
Still, she grinned widely, turning towards the Cerberus girl.
"How about that." She snarked. Only to blink at the fact that, without any of you noticing, the white-haired girl had managed to creep closer to the two of you. Much closer.
She also had a rather concerning smile on her face as she leaned towards Harry.
"That was so hot." She chirped. A hand landed on your shoulder, and you turned to see another one beside you.
"Yeah!" Her sister cheered.
"Me next!" The third, who was lying on her stomach a little ways away, watching, demanded.
The original just grinned, tilting her head, before speaking again.
"You know, normally I'd challenge you again, but that was pretty good for an amateur. You looked just like Mommy Modeus." She said. "So I guess I'll let you join us." She said the words as if she were allowing some great feat.
"What does that-mph!" Harry's entirely sensible question was cut off as the girl leaned forward, grabbing the back of Harry's head and pulling her in for a searing kiss, pressing their lips together.
Harry's mouth opened, presumably to demand release, and the girl used it as an opportunity to slip her tongue into the other girl's mouth.
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You watched, alongside Veronica and the other Cerbs, wide-eyed, as the first girl kissed Harry deeply, and you could see from the movement and the brief moments Harry managed to pull away that the other was spending a not insignificant amount of time exploring your friend's mouth with her tongue.
Finally, after what felt like more than five minutes, the Cerberus finally released her, and Harry stumbled backwards, face bright red, glaring, with a string of drool forming and then breaking between them as she made distance.
"What the fuck was that!" She demanded, wiping her mouth desperately, a slight stutter in her voice, as, with a smug smile, the other just leaned back, hands on her hips as she took in the three of you.
"Sorry, I just wanted to get some of that taste; it's not fair if only you get some, even if you did put in the work." She winked at Harry, causing the other girl to flush even brighter red with rage. "Sharing is caring, sis."
Harry sputtered.
"Sis!?"
Before she could demand an answer, the other spoke again.
"After all, if you all don't get gone in a minute, you're gonna get in trouble with that beard man of yours."
Your mind ran fast. Beard Man…
Dumbledore?
You said as much out loud, and the girl smirked, nodding.
"Yup!" She did a little wave. "Better run, hot stuff. I'll be seeing you- " Her gaze flicked over to Harry, "-both of you, later."
"But-"
She raised a hand.
"Tick tock." She teased, suddenly seemingly much more composed. Was it all an act before?
You shared a look with Harry, then nodded and rushed toward the door. Your friend turned and pointed back dramatically.
"This isn't over!" She said.
The Cerberus, Cerberi? Just smirked as one.
And one spoke.
"Don't worry. We know."
You escaped into the hall, running away from the direction you could hear the approaching footsteps.
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You ended up having to run to escape who or what was coming to check on the third, and then, once you made it to the first floor, you had to turn, parting ways to get to class on time.
The three had wanted to stay and talk about… everything that just happened, but Harry had potions, and if Snape caught her skipping class, there would be hell to pay.
Or at least, that was what Harry told you. You personally couldn't really picture sweet, somewhat awkward Sylvie being mean to really anyone. Maybe a bit standoffish but other than that…
Still, you took her at her word. Ron, on the other hand, had told you that she had remedial transfiguration, and had rushed off immediately. Only, she went in the wrong direction if she was trying to get to McGonagall's classroom, and her face was still entirely red.
You didn't bother following, though. Your willingness to get involved in strange events had… waned, since the… events that had just occurred.
You really, really didn't relish the thought of having to deal with another dramatic fight, and what followed was already still immensely confusing to you.
Really, you just wanted a nice, simple evening before you, likely inevitably, had to confront whatever the hell had happened up there.
With the Cerberus, and with Harry…
(Harry liked you. Like, like liked you. You were still caught up on that fact.)
No, something simple would be nice.
First, you considered the library, before discarding the idea. As much as you loved the idea of books, your mind was too full at the moment to absorb knowledge properly; it'd be a disservice to any of the books you read.
Your second thought was to maybe head back to the dorm. But potions sometimes got out early, and you weren't entirely ready to face Harry yet.
So…
You glanced one of the tall windows that lined the hallways in Hogwarts. It seemed like a nice day outside.
Maybe you could go for a walk.
You exited the castle through the main entrance, crossing the bridge and heading towards the Black Lake, taking the same path you and Nora had taken on your date.
The benches, which were empty that night, were now filled with students, reading, studying, talking, and just enjoying the fresh air. The wind blew, and a rush of orange and red leaves rustled. You took in the view of the forest and the lake, appreciating its beauty.
Heading further down the path, you came to the side of the Lake, and paused there, allowing yourself to take a step onto the stony beach below. The sun was shining above, and while the air was cool, the sunshine provided a nice warmth, which, combined with your sweater, meant that you were at a perfect temperature to simply enjoy the outdoors.
The peace was helping you clear your mind, as well. Without the distractions of the castle, of the many girls you'd met, and of the books you so enjoyed, you were finally able to properly begin unpacking what had happened-
"Granger, what are you doing here?"
You winced at the familiar voice, before turning.
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Selene crossed her arms under her chest, the motion pushing up her substantial breasts and making them bulge slightly out of her one-piece swimsuit.
She raised an eyebrow before smirking and adjusting her stance, leaning forward slightly so her cleavage was more visible.
"I am perfect, Granger, but that's not an excuse to act like a pig."
Maybe it was the events that had happened earlier that day.
Maybe it was how tired you were.
Maybe you just enjoyed the thought of putting Selena on the back foot, especially after what happened on the Quidditch pitch.
It could be any one of these things, but ultimately, you knew exactly what you wanted to say next.
It was a time-honored technique that you'd trained over years. Something that had been taught to you by an ancient guru when you were young. A technique specifically crafted to deal with women of the snotty and bratty variety.
It was told to you by an upperclassman you'd met, one who evidently understood, or foresaw in some way, the difficulties you were going to go through.
It was called the "Honest Compliment".
You put on your best smile, stepping forward into her personal space, and making the height difference between the two of you more apparent.
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She looked away, mouth set in an angry frown.
"What are you doing, Granger? Going to put your hands on me again, the brutish gorilla you are? Get your filthy eyes off me." She sneered.
"Why would I do that?" You asked, enjoying the way she shifted. "Art is meant to be appreciated, is it not?"
It took her a second to process your words, but once she did, her face reddened, and her eyes shot to match your own as she took a defensive step back.
"What are you-"
You took another step forward, back into her personal space, and reached up, letting your hand come to rest gently on her cheek, cutting her off as she stiffened, frozen, whether it be in shock or embarrassment.
You didn't stop, undaunted. Besides, if you wanted this to work properly
"Your body's truly a masterpiece; I can tell you put a lot of effort into maintaining it."
You both stood there for a moment, as Selena's breathing sped up, and more and more blood rushed to her cheeks, before finally she let out a loud squeak and practically lunged backward, stumbling until her back hit a nearby tree, chest heaving. She raised a shaking finger, pointing it towards you.
"You…" She said, trailing off.
You smiled innocently, guilelessly. As if you had nothing to hide.
"What's wrong? I'm just complimenting you?"
She took a deep breath, glaring, before letting it out and straightening.
"Yes, well, even if you did finally learn how to recognize my majesty, that doesn't give a filthy half-blood like you the right to touch me without permission." She said, closing her eyes and lifting her chin imperiously.
You tilted your head.
"Does that mean I get to touch you if I have permission?" You teased.
Her eyes flew open, and any composure she'd managed to recollect fled her as she sputtered.
"That- You-" As she tried and failed to say something, you couldn't help but feel a tad bit curious about her outfit.
Who wore swimsuits in October?
Before you could ask, though, Malfoy seemed to finally find herself and, with a glare, asked a question of her own.
"What are you doing here, Granger. The Hogwarts Swim team will be meeting in…" She trailed off, looking up at the sun, "a few minutes. If you're here to talk to Weasley, you'll have to wait until after practice. I'll not waste any more time than I have to being in your presence."
Well, if she was going to, oh so helpfully, put her back to a wall for you, then you couldn't be blamed if you just took advantage of the natural course of events.
Stepping forward, and then again, you were in front of her once more.
You reached forward with an arm when it didn't seem she was going to move, and put it against the tree behind her, cutting off one exit. When she looked to the other side, you planted your other hand there, trapping her.
A classic Kabedon, another technique from the ancient tomes. One that is effective in both trapping your conversation partner and increasing your emotional attack stat.
With Selene's face reddening once more, you leaned forward, as if to kiss her.
She was frozen as you did, and even as you got closer, arched her back out against you, just a bit.
Just before your lips touched, you tilted your head away, instead putting your mouth right next to her ear, and releasing a hot breath that had her shivering against you.
"I'm just going for a walk, Malfoy." You whispered, telling the truth. "You were the one who approached me. But if you really want to make something out of this, when you're dressed like this…" You trailed off, sliding your knee forward so that it was between her legs. "Then I suppose I could take a break, for you, if you really want a repeat of our little conversation…"
You let the implication hang in the air. Exactly what the two of you had gotten up to at the last game… From the way Selene bit her lip and shifted against you, she recalled exactly what the two of you had gotten up to.
"Filthy Half-blood…" She breathed, glaring. "We're in public…" She trailed off, glancing around. There weren't many students around, but there were, very much so, some who were watching the two of you and talking. Malfoy noticed them, sending a glare, but neither their presence nor the potential consequences of it seemed to deter her too much…
What did stop the two of you, though, was-
"What are you two doing?"
You stiffened at the familiar voice, as did Selene. The blond in question gasped, straightening up and pushing you away, face red as she escaped. You turned with her towards the voice, only the behold-
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"-Veronica?" You said aloud, staring at the very familiar girl. She looked incredibly similar to your friend. The same freckles. The same orange hair. The same… prportions… There were enough similarities between the two of them that you were certain that it was more than just a coincidence.
The woman in question, and she was older than Veronica, you realized, taller too, shifted, crossing her arms with a neutral, cold look that you could never imagine in a million years Veronica making.
There was a distinct edge of unhappiness in her face, though.
"Not quite. I'm Percy, her older sister." She looked towards Selene. "Malfoy, are you ready for practice? Will this…" She trailed off. "Person, be assisting us?"
Selene, still a bit thrown off by your encounter with him, hesitated in answering, giving you the opportunity to interject yourself.
Before Malfoy could speak, and likely say something insulting and ultimately damaging to your relationship with your friends sister, you interrupted her in the subtlest way you knew how.
With the hand that was still slightly out of Percy's sight, you brought your arm up in a motion as if to wave. This also had the happy side-effect of causing your palm to slap against one of the blonde's ass cheeks on the way up, sending it jiggling obscenely, and causing her to jump, yelping as you smoothly transitioned into a wave, playing off the motion perfectly.
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"Nice to finally meet you, Percy. 'Ron talks about you quite a bit."
This seemed to surprise her, out of everything, but not in a bad way. A faintly pleased look spread across her face, and she shifted to puff out her chest a bit, expression still neutral, but with a distinctly proud edge to it.
"Of course you have. Out of all of our siblings, I am the one that Veronica and Gin look up to the most."
A bold claim, but one that you didn't exactly know enough about to truly doubt.
You'd met the twins, which, given your current feelings on those two, it wasn't hard to be better than them, and then Charlie, who seemed to delight in causing you trouble.
Neither of which really called to you as an exceptional role model.
You considered the other redhead's name. Percy… that was an unusual name. You wondered, briefly, what it stood for, before mentally brushing the thought away. It didn't matter.
"That makes sense. Veronica's had nothing but good things to say about her big sister Percy." Of course, Veronica had never actually talked about Percy. The redhead was actually surprisingly quiet when it came to her siblings, preferring, according to her, "to pretend I'm an only child any chance I get." Which was a surprisingly brutal take from the other girl, but one you figured you could, at least partially, understand.
Still, it did the trick, and had other preening, as Selene recovered.
"Then you must be Herman, I figure." Percy finally said, eyeing you with a calm expression. "Veronica is constantly speaking of you and Harry." She gave you an appreciative nod. "Thank you for being friends with my sister; it has made her quite happy. We were worried she'd have trouble making friends this year."
You nodded.
"It's not a problem. Veronica's awesome."
The two of you shared a look before Percy moved on, looking back towards Selene, who was occupied with glaring at you.
"So why are you here, Mr. Granger?"
Selene opened her mouth to speak again, but you interrupted her once more.
"I am, actually, here to help, that is." You smiled happily, waving. "Selene mentioned that you two had a swim club going on, and you needed someone to come and help out at practice today."
"W-What?! I didn't-"
You slapped a hand over her mouth.
"You know, did I ever tell you about Selene and my encounter at the last Quidditch game?"
And suddenly Selene was gungho for your idea.
"Sounds like a plan!" She said, turning suddenly to drag both of us towards the lake. "I'll explain on the way."
You smirked before morphing it into something more innocent when Percy turned to look.
This was perfect for clearing your head.
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