Your landing at Hogwarts is rougher than you expected it to be. As the pull on his navel subsides; gravity's pull on the rest of his body replaced it. With a painful thump you find yourself on your back on the cold stone floor of the main dining hall with the girls looking down at you in obvious surprise.
"I'm alright, I just tripped," you spit out in embarrassment as you begin climbing to your feet. "So which one of you is supposed to be my... uh... keeper?" You aren't too sure you like using that word; but it's what Dumbledore had referred to it as.
"Well," startes Hermione putting on her most diplomatic tone, "there was a bit of an argument about that." Ginny and she share a look before Hermione looks back down at you. Ginny stares hard at her a moment longer before she too locks her eyes like lasers on your diminished body. "It was finally decided that I was the best choice.
"I..." began Ginny before Hermione speaks over her.
"BECAUSE I have more experience with defensive charms and curses."
"I..." Ginny starts again before she is similarly cut off again by Hermione.
"AND, since we have a number of the same classes it would simply make things easier for ME to watch over you than for Ginny to," she finishes the sentence and gives Ginny another stern look to keep her silent.
"Humph," Ginny replies while never removing her eyes from you.
You spend several moments trying to dust yourself off and adjust your robes before you realize that something isn't right. You're clothes are baggier before you touched the portkey. Looking up at your two buxom friends you realize that you're now staring at their upper thighs instead of their full round breasts.
"Oh no," you and Hermione say in unison. Ginny, for her part, just bites her lip in deep thought as she continues to stare down at you.
"It's the portkey," you groan, "it must speed up the disease!" That's just great. How much time have you lost just because you chose the wrong method of transportation? Finally, you sigh in defeat. "Let's just get to Gryphandor Tower." You turn to march out of the hall only to trip on your own oversize robes.
While they try valiantly, the girls are only able to hold back their giggles for a few seconds before it erupts, compounding your humiliation. Yup, gonna be a looooong school week.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione finally gets out, "we're sorry. Let me help." It takes Hermione several attempts before you finally reach a point where your robes don't look too ridiculous on you.
"Thanks Hermione," you say though your tone isn't as convincing as you'd like, "now let's get back to the tower. I just don't want anybody to see me."
Right on cue, the large double doors to the hall swing inwards and students begin streaming in for breakfast. A growing sense of panic overwhelms you. You'll never get out of here unnoticed now!
At almost the exact moment you think this you are enveloped in darkness. One of the girls was clearly thinking quickly and has wrapped you inside of their robes though you aren't sure which one.
You can't see but you are quite aware that two silky smooth yet powerful thighs are suddenly flanking the sides of your head. In addition, an obvious heat eliminates from a location just far enough over your head that you can feel your hair graze it. It doesn't take Dumbledore to figure out what that is. You can feel yourself blush despite nobody else being able to see you.
In short order the thighs begin to press in on you until you have to choice but to step in the direction they're forcing you. It doesn't take you long to figure out that they're herding you. You hope that you're moving to leave the hall but as the side of one of the bench seats suddenly runs into you through the fabric of the robes that hope is quickly squashed. Then the thought hits you; you won't be able to get over the bench without being seen. Your friend obvioulsy has other ideas as their hand suddenly grasps your chest through their robes and pulls you up. In an instant your back is pressed securely against her warm snatch as she steps carefully over the bench.
Even more surprising, you realize, is that the person hiding you clearly isn't wearing any undergarments. Your back is pressed against bare skin! You can already feel moisture seeping into your robes before you are finally released as they take a seat.
Voices are muffled but you can hear both Hermione and Ginny speaking with a number of students including Ron! Unfortunately, every time you try to listen in; your current protector crosses her feet and (accidentally?) pulls you closer towards their body and their waiting snatch.
A couple of times you lose your balance in the dark and end up having to press your palm to her inner thigh to keep from falling. Each time you do you feel your hostess shiver with apparent excitement. Part of you wants to just let go and enjoy yourself but the fear of being discovered keeps gnawing at you.
By the end of breakfast you...
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