Harry wondered about his unwise new rules. If it were a Weasley Wheeze, perhaps his wish for Ginny's sudden spurt of growth hadn't simply vanished from the page. His heart chilled, as he'd imagined it going instead to some receiver... for Fred or George to enjoy.
Shuddering, he tried to dismiss it, as an exercise of a paranoid imagination. It was surely just a prank book, and Harry settled his agitated thoughts. His fingers still played with the leather thong wrapped around the cover, protecting it from inquisitive eyes.
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His thoughts were still on the book, and the potential it proved if (in that rarest of possibilities) was real.
Walking through the archway, towards the moving staircases. He crashed into some other students. His automatic apologies died on his lips as he took in the students he'd crashed into.
Fresh off the staircase, he recognised Pansy Parkinson. Though he had to force himself to raise his gaze to her face. The other girl he recognised as Millicent Bullstrode. In the middle a timid blonde stood.
But, it was the fact that each of them was dressed in nothing more than lingerie that caused Harry to blush to his roots.
"Enjoying the cushiony impact." The middle girl sneered. Dragging her hand across her over-inflated chest.
Pansy turned her head, to enjoy the sight of Harry, before she disappeared around the corner. The smirk on her lush, pouting lips telling Harry that he could ogle and drool. But, Drusilla was hers!
Once they'd disappeared, Harry looked to the Rule Book clutched loosely in his hands, and instantly tightened his grip on it.
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