The train continued on its journey, slowly making its way towards Hogwarts, and all that time Harry remained trapped in Ginny's knickers as she continued to sit on him. By now Harry had come to terms with the fact that he was constantly buried under Ron's younger sister, and whilst that had terrified him at first, by the time the train pulled into Hogsmeade station, he had come to terms with it. He had also started to place his trust in her. It was true that now, and again she would uncross her legs and deliberately suffocate him for a time, but there was no malice involved, and she didn't let it go on for so long that he was in any danger of passing out, or worse. Despite the fact that she was happily using him as her seat cushion, he felt assured that she was protecting him. He had learned that Ginny had a crush on him, and she was surely crushing him under her bum, but could that crush of hers actually be what was keeping him safe?
In time the train started to slow down, as it pulled in to Hogsmeade Station.
Shortly thereafter, Ginny and Hermione stood up, to join the crowd of students who were now exiting the train. Harry noticed Ginny's weight and constant sense of presence lifting off of him, and by now, she had been sitting on him for so long, he actually started to miss the feeling. In fact the crowd was so thick, Harry actually smiled when, after a few nods and a bit of whispered conversation, Ginny and Hermione sat a while longer to wait for the line of students to thin a little.
Soon though, it really was time to leave, and Ginny and Hermione both made their way off the train, onto the platform. At that time Hermione took her leave. "I'll see you at Hogwarts. Ron and I will be taking the carriages. You'll want to join Hagrid and the boats. Hagrid is a giant of a man, but he has the heart of a lion. You'll like him."
"I'm sure I will. See you later." Ginny had heard of Hagrid, and she sure heard him now as a voice echoed from nearby "First Years, First years this way."
They parted company, Hermione walking towards the waiting carriages, and Ginny joining the line of younger students who were heading for the lake shore.
Ginny boarded one of the boats, sitting down and pressing Harry into the wooden seat. Just as she was crossing her legs, she was joined by a blonde girl who introduced herself as Luna, and took the seat opposite. Ginny thought Luna had some strange ideas, she kept talking about something called Nargles, which she had never heard of before. The blonde seemed a bit ditzy, she felt, but not unfriendly. Ginny thought it might be nice to get to know Luna, but she had no intention of revealing Harry's presence under her bum.
When they arrived at Hogwarts, they were greeted by a stern female professor, who welcomed them to Hogwarts then directed them to a side room to wait until they were called for. Ginny stood in that room, looking around at her fellow first years, none of them were familiar to her, aside from Luna whom she had shared a boat with. There were rumours flying about the room about how they would be sorted, but Ginny kept quiet, she wasn't about to spoil the mystery for them.
It wasn't long before Professor McGonagall returned to lead the new students to the Great Hall. Ginny lined up with the others and followed behind the professor. They were led out of that room, back towards the entrance, then turned and walked through the large doors that led into the Great Hall. Ginny noted the splendour of the hall for the first time, although she had been told about it many times. She saw the candles burning in hanging holders on the wall, the enchanted ceiling that resembled the sky outside and the four long house tables. She looked across at the Gryffindor table and saw Hermione and Ron sitting together. She waved at Hermione, who waved and smiled back. Ginny sincerely hoped that like all her brothers before her, she too would be sorted into Gryffindor.
When the professor reached the front of the hall, where the staff table waited, she stopped and signalled the First Year students to wait. In front of the staff table, about halfway along was a wooden chair, upon which rested an old hat. A tear opened up near the base, resembling a mouth, and it started not merely to speak, but to recite a poem. Hermione, waiting at the Gryffindor table, noted that wasn't the same as last year's song.
When the hat had finished, the professor explained that she would call their names, one at a time, they were to take a seat on the chair, the hat would be placed upon their heads, and they would be sorted into their houses. She then started calling out names, and Ginny saw the crowd slowly thin as the students, one at a time, were called forth for the sorting. Being a Weasley, Ginny was among the last few students to be sorted, and by now she had seen new faces join each of the four house tables. Eventually though, it was her turn.
Weasley, Ginny.
Ginny smiled broadly, walked forward, and seated herself firmly on the wooden chair, which was made more comfortable for her by the fact that Harry was still trapped inside her knickers, and she was sitting on him once more. The professor placed the hat upon her head and stood back to watch. Ginny hadn't thought to cross her legs.
Harry would have liked to watch Ron's younger sister being sorted, but he was in no position to watch anything. Ideally he would be sat at the Gryffindor table, watching Ginny take her place on the seat as the Hat announced another student for Gryffindor house. He was not at the table though, he was there with her, trapped and hidden in her kickers, buried under her strong, firm, feminine butt cheek as she sat on him, and sat hard! Her butt was planted firmly upon him, and once again, Harry felt utterly consumed by her all-encompassing presence and crushing weight. Ginny wasn't a particularly heavy girl, far from it, but from Harry's perspective she was immense, and she was suffocating him again.
By now, Harry had spent a vast amount of time, buried under her backside on the train, but this was something more significant. This was an occasion, once which Ginny wanted Harry to experience to the full. She focussed on sitting as firmly as possible on the boy she held in her knickers, leaning into him, attempting to force as much of her weight as possible on that one spot. She sat down hard on Harry, so hard that at that moment, Harry thought she might even be heaver than Hermione, when she had sat on him on the train. He was still suffocating.
Hermione left her place at the table, and walked forward, a wizarding camera in her hand. She chose a spot where she had a clear view of the sorting chair where Ginny was sitting, and crouched down to take a picture of the younger girl sitting down on the chair, and upon Harry. It was only after she had taken the picture that she whispered to Ginny "You will let him breathe a little, won't you?"
Ginny turned scarlet, and almost immediately she crossed her legs, to allow Harry that little gap that allowed him to take in some live-giving air. Her timing could not have been more appropriate, for Harry had been suffocating under her for some time, and by now he was on the verge of passing out. If she hadn't remembered to allow him to breathe, he might have been made to sleep through her sorting, or worse.
Hermione nodded and took another picture of Ginny, with her legs crossed, before returning to her place at the Gryffindor table.
As for the hat, it had been probing Ginny's mind, and was giving its assessment of her....
"What have we here, a female Weasley? This shouldn't be too difficult to place. Like your brothers before you, you must surely belong in..."
"Not yet, not yet" Ginny begged "take your time, please." Ginny almost panicked, as she sent the thought to the hat.
"You know where I was about to sort you, you long to be in Gryffindor, yet you ask me to wait. Curious."
"I just don't want you to make any hasty choices" Ginny informed the hat "This is an important decision, probe deeply, be sure it is the right one."
"Very well then, Let's take a closer look. I see within you a quick and agile mind, you are also strong-willed, and fiercely independent. As the younger sibling, you are determined to be in charge of your own life. I see kindness, compassion, and a caring nature, especially towards your family, your friends and your... crush."
The hat had discovered her crush on Harry, would it also learn where, and upon whom she was sitting at that very moment?
"You are sitting on him right now" the hat revealed her secret, but only to herself "yet you did not shrink him, and you are doing so not out of a malice, but a desire to protect the boy, though you are using the occasion to enjoy his presence under there. In fact, I see that morality at the core of your being. You share the decency and kindness of your family, it defines you far more than any other trait. I stand by my decision to sort you into... GRYFFINDOR."
The hat had taken several minutes to come to its final decision, and in that time Harry had almost suffocated under her backside, and Hermione had taken two pictures with her wizarding camera, and returned to her seat.
The Gryffindor table erupted in applause, not least from Hermione and Ron. Whilst Ron was happy that his younger sibling had joined him in Gryffindor, Hermione was delighted to have her new friend in the same house. Besides, with them both sharing a house and a common room, it would be easier for them to conceal Harry. At the staff table, Professor Dumbledore also applauded.
Ginny stood up from the sorting seat and made her way to the Gryffindor table, sitting down next to Hermione, on the opposite side from Ron, and remembering to cross her legs this time.
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