The fabric of Harry Potter's Invisibility Cloak slipped through Michael's fingers like water. He sat alone on his bed, the curtains drawn shut, simply marveling at his prize.
He had always considered himself a step ahead of the rest of the male population at Hogwarts, but this? This elevated him to a god as he held the ultimate key to the castle. No lock, no curfew, and no secret was safe from him anymore as he could go anywhere, see anything, and watch anyone.
His mind immediately began to see the possibilities, his cock twitching in his pants at the sheer potential. Gryffindor tower was tempting, especially with Granger up there, but it was too risky with Potter currently on the warpath. Ravenclaw was his own territory. No, he needed to test his new toy somewhere entirely unsuspecting.
Hufflepuff.....
The badgers were known for being loyal, friendly, and hardworking but to Michael, they were just incredibly naive and more importantly, the Hufflepuff fifth-year girls had some of the most spectacularly developed sexy bodies in the entire school.
Waiting until well past midnight, Michael draped the magical cloak over his head. The world took on a slight, shimmering quality, but looking down at his own hands, he saw nothing but the stone floor beneath him. A wicked, arrogant smile spread across his face.
He navigated the dark, corridors down towards the kitchens with ease. He didn't even bother to silence his footsteps much, the sheer thrill of a prefect walking right past him, completely oblivious to his presence, sent a rush of adrenaline straight to his dick.
He arrived at the stack of barrels that concealed the Hufflepuff common room entrance.
He knew the rhythm to tap from a drunk Hufflepuff he'd overheard a year ago, but he didn't even need to use it as luck would have it, the barrel door swung open, and a groggy seventh-year stumbled out towards the kitchens for a midnight snack. Michael slipped silently through the gap before the barrel could close.
The Hufflepuff common room was earthy and It was sickeningly cozy but he didn't linger. He crept straight toward the girls' dormitories, the stairs didn't turn into a slide like they did in the Gryffindor tower another point for Hufflepuff stupidity, he thought smugly.
He found the door with the fifth-year nameplates and slipped inside, pressing his back against the corner of the room, near a large potted plant.
The room was bathed in the soft, glow of a dying fire and two girls were currently awake, standing near the foot of their beds, speaking in hushed, tired voices.
Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott
Michael's mouth practically watered as they were the ultimate contrasting pair, and both were absolute perfection in his eyes.
"I swear, Sprout is trying to kill us with this essay," sighed Susan, dropping her heavy bag onto her trunk.
"I don't even want to look at another venomous tentacula," Hannah groaned, stretching her arms above her head.
As Hannah arched her back, her skirt rode up slightly and Michael's eyes immediately locked onto her. Hannah Abbott wasn't just pretty, she had an incredibly thick, luscious lower half. Her hips were wide, her thighs were meaty, and her ass was famously large, a plump, round butt that strained beautifully against her school skirt every time she walked down the corridors.
Susan, on the other hand, was entirely top-heavy. As she unclasped her school robe and let it pool on the floor, Michael zeroed in on her boobs. Susan had always been a bit self-conscious about her size, constantly trying to hide behind loose sweaters, but there was no hiding them now. She had a massive, heavy tits that made her blouse look like it was begging for mercy.
"I need to get out of this uniform," Susan muttered. "My back is killing me."
"I know the feeling," Hannah replied, reaching for the hem of her sweater.
Michael held his breath, his hand slowly drifting down to grip his growing erection through his jeans as he couldn't believe his luck. He was standing mere feet away from two of the most desired girls in his year, completely invisible, watching them strip giving him a front row seat.
Hannah pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a simple white bra that barely contained her soft curves but it was her lower half Michael was waiting for. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop, stepping out of it.
Michael bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning out loud. Hannah was wearing a pair of tight, pink boyshort panties that rode high up on her hips and they did absolutely nothing to hide the sheer width of her fat, juicy ass.
The fabric stretched tightly over her plump cheeks, dipping deeply into the crack between them. Her thick thighs rubbed together slightly as she walked over to her wardrobe. He wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees, bury his face between those thick asscheeks, and eat her from behind until she couldn't stand.
"Thank God," Susan sighed, drawing his attention back.
Susan had unbuttoned her blouse completely and shrugged it off, leaving her standing in a black lace bra. Michael's eyes widened as he watched her breasts which were enormous. They were heavy, pale, and incredibly soft-looking, spilling generously over the top of the lacy cups and the sheer weight of them looked like they were putting a strain on the thin straps.
She reached around to her back and unhooked the clasp.
Michael's cock throbbed against his palm. As the bra fell away, Susan's massive tits bounced heavily, settling against her chest. They were spectacular with wide, puffy pink nipple capped off the heavy globes, her nipples hard from the cool air of the dorm. She reached up and massaged her own shoulders, the movement causing her heavy tits to jiggle and sway right in front of him.
He stood there, perfectly still, gripping himself through his pants, soaking in every single detail.
He watched Hannah slide a pair of loose pajama bottoms over her incredibly wide hips, mourning the loss of the view of her perfect ass. He watched Susan slip a baggy nightgown over her head, hiding her massive, creamy breasts from the world once more.
They had absolutely no idea that the Ravenclaw keeper was standing in the shadows, committing every curve, every dip, every bounce of their naked bodies to memory.
You're both on the list, Michael thought, a dark, predatory thrill washing over him. Enjoy your peaceful sleep, girls. It won't last forever.
As the girls started climbing into their beds and started drawing the curtains, Michael slowly, silently started backing out of the room. The cloak worked flawlessly it's power that he now wielded now was completely intoxicating.
Authors Note:-
Hehehehe ....my fav puffs.....
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