Chapter #6Sorted Under Ginny by: Unknown Harry looked from Ginny to Hermione and back. The girls were sitting opposite each other, both dressed in Hogwarts robes, and both wearing skirts and tops underneath. Hermione's robes included the Gryffindor tie, and the Gryffindor crest on her chest. Ginny's robes had no markings of house as yet, for she was a new student, as yet unsorted. Harry was sure that, should he choose Ginny, by the time he emerged from the confines of her knockers, she would be sporting the colours of her own house.
Harry had already been sat upon by both girls, and he knew that whichever choice he made, that girl would not only deposit him inside her knickers, but that she would sit upon him again, and this time she would stay. Hermione was his best friend, but she was heavier than Ginny, and who knew how long she would continue to sit on him when she reached the library? Ginny was younger than him, and lighter. Still, when she sat on him, she smothered him to the point where he almost suffocated beneath her. Ginny had a crush on him though, surely she had no desire to end his life. Perhaps she would be careful.
He decided to risk it. "Ginny, would you please...." He nodded at the young redhead.
"Drop you in the back of my knickers and sit on you." Ginny completed the line "Yes, of course. Enjoy, Harry."
She reached across and picked Harry up from the bench where he was resting, and with her other hand she adjusted her skirt and pulled her knickers away from her backside. She was smiling broadly as she allowed her knickers to snap back into place, trapping Harry inside. As she checked her skirt, she felt around the back and noticed that Harry was pressed right up against her butt cheek. When she sat, Harry would bear the brunt of her weight on that side.
She sat back down, perhaps more quickly than intended, so eager was she to bury Harry under her backside once more. She sat firmly, her legs emerging from her skirt and hanging loosely over the side of the chair. There was no sign at all of Harry, but Ginny could clearly feel him under her bum
It seemed that her attitude towards sitting on Harry had changed somewhat, from the first time, when she had acted on instinct, and had apologised to him afterwards, now it seemed that she couldn't wait to sit on him again.
As Harry was now trapped inside Ginny's panties, her butt flesh moulded itself to his form, surrounding him, crushing him into the seat. Even though she was younger than Harry, Ginny was an athletic girl, with a strong, firm figure, and supple backside. As before, Harry found himself trapped, unable to move at all, suffocating in the fleshy prison of a girl younger than himself.
Ginny had no clue that Harry couldn't breathe, and she relaxed, enjoying the presence of the boy she was slowly suffocating with her butt.
Fortunately for Harry, before he could pass out, Ginny shifted one leg and rested it on top of the other, as girls often did when they sat. However, the leg she moved was not the one he was buried under, and the move only succeeded in Ginny forcing even more of her weight onto Harry. However, this new position provided Harry with a slight gap, through which he could draw enough breath to stay awake, even with her young womanly weight pressing down on his chest. At least he wasn't about to die from lack of air.
He started to accept his situation. Aside from Ginny's weight, which though it was less than Hermione's, was still substantial from Harry's perspective, Harry could detect a faint, flowery, feminine fragrance, whatever perfume it was that Ginny was wearing. He couldn't see a thing; it was pitch black inside Ginny's knickers, as she sat on him, but he could clearly hear the conversation between the two girls.
"How is he?" Hermione asked.
"He's fine" Ginny responded "He is not moving much, but I can feel a faint breath touch my butt cheek occasionally."
"That's a relief. He was definitely short of breath when you got off him last time. I think you were smothering him."
"Not a bad way to go, I suppose" Ginny giggled "still, I don't want to lose him. If Ron hadn't left when he did... " she shuddered.
"I know. That's something else I'll look up in the library; ways to ensure he can breathe when we are sitting on him."
A moment later Ginny uncrossed her legs, sitting with her thighs close together.
Harry's breathing stopped immediately. It didn't take Ginny long to notice, and she crossed her legs once more, allowing Harry to breathe as freely as he could under the circumstances.
"That's why he can breathe this time" she smiled at Hermione
"Keep your legs crossed then" Hermione advised.
"For the most part. Now I know I can control his breathing, I can suffocate him a little, now and then."
"Ginny!" Hermione gasped.
It's more fun this way" she smiled, with a toss of her head "live a little."
Aside from listening to their conversation, Harry had no idea of the passage of time. He couldn't say when it was that Ginny made a stunning admission to Hermione.
"I'll tell you something else" Ginny remarked "if that elf hadn't shrunk Harry, and he had joined us on the train at his regular size, I'd probably still be sitting on him."
"You would?" Hermione probed.
"I had been considering it for some time. I could have boarded the train, found Harry and sat in his lap."
"What if he was with Ron, or me."
Ginny shrugged. "My brother doesn't tell me what to do, And you didn't seem to want to sit on Harry, so that leaves him for me, doesn't it?"
Hermione blushed a little at that.
"You had all last year to sit on him, yet you didn't."
"I never thought of it" Hermione confessed.
The train continued its journey, the girls occasionally looking outside, watching the view out of the window, which Harry could not see. Ginny had learned something about Hermione from Ron, and vice versa, but the girls grew closer during the ride to Hogwarts, although perhaps not quite as close as tiny Harry was to Ginny's butt cheek. The girls both liked each other's company, and it wasn't long before a bond of friendship started to develop between them. Hermione tested Ginny's magical abilities, and found that the younger girl was at least as adapt as she was when she started at Hogwarts. After all, Ginny had six older brothers, each of whom had school books of their own, which Ginny could study at her leisure.
Harry remained buried under GInny's backside as she continued to sit firmly upon him. He could breathe normally, except for those few occasions when Ginny uncrossed her legs, for her own amusement.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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