“Well, I ought to be off now. There are still a few hours left before they expect us to be in bed, and I think I’ll spend them in the library. I’ve still got studying to complete for both Care of Magical Creatures and Arithmancy.” Hermione declared, excusing herself from the conversation with Ginny.
Meanwhile, pressed against the prodigy Granger’s rear, Harry wondered for a moment how Hermione could possibly be taking both classes since the schedules for each conflicted twice a week. Unaware of the Time-Turner given to her by Professor McGonagall.
But this thought was quickly interrupted as Hermione turned, bouncing Harry up and down with her cheek as she walked towards the library.
At the same time, Ginny was watching Hermione’s rear, thinking solely about wanting to keep Harry to herself and how he shouldn’t have to endure being pressed up against any girl’s butt. Other than her own.
Nevertheless, this was the deal she made with Hermione in exchange for her shrinking Harry, so for now, she’d just have to wait for her turn with the famous wizard.
As Hermione walked through the stone hallways of the school, Harry was tightly and intimately held against the young witch’s rear as the vibrations of her steps traveled up her legs, giving Harry an extra boost into left cheek with its every rise and fall.
She didn’t talk to him or put any effort into adjusting how she walked to acknowledge or accommodate his existence, thinking that it was best for Harry to get used to being pressed up against her rear because that would be his whole life until they captured Sirius Black.
Whatever Harry’s fate had in store for him this year was no longer relevant, his new destiny was to spend the year being part of Hermione’s…and, at some point in the future, Ginny’s rears.
Her skin was soft yet firm and always seemed to give way to Harry’s touch every time he tried to pull himself away from her gigantic butt, which inevitably led to his grip slipping and getting another faceful of Granger’s rear. Her flesh passively covered his mouth and nose as he screamed into her rear cheeks.
Hermione could feel every time Harry slipped against her skin and tickled her sensitive buttcheek with his screams for mercy, and it was honestly quite amusing. Although it was something that she saw becoming more of an annoyance over time.
Maybe she could immobilize him with Petrificus Totalus or use a binding spell to attach him directly to her knickers. That way, he’d stay in one place.
Neither were options Hermione was going to rule out to make herself more comfortable with the idea of Harry constantly being trapped in the back of her knickers as she turned into the Library. Her legs and butt bounced more than normal as she walked with a purpose through several sections, jostling Harry back between the softness of her rear and the tight confinement of her undergarments as she collected books and tomes for her usual activities, in addition to one about charms she could use on Harry.
Eventually, she came to a standstill as she dropped the books on top of a hard-wooden table, and pulled out a chair for herself. The sound of the wooden legs scraping against the stone floor had been a thought that Harry had been dreadful of hearing ever since Hermione stated that she was going to the library. Because he knew what came next as he felt Hermione’s hips twist and bend, pulling him even tighter against her rear.
*WHUMP!!*
Hermione’s soft rear rolled over Harry's tiny body like a plush bulldozer, efficiently subjecting him to the comforts of her skin as she rolled her hips back against the seat to make herself comfortable. Which was much like having the bulldozer roll back over him as she pulled her chair forward, under the table, only to once again flatten him like a pancake as she relaxed back into her seat.
Once the brightest young witch at Hogwarts was stationary, her soft rear conformed around Harry’s face, torso, and limbs. Ensuring that not a millimeter of space beneath her cheeks went unfilled as Hermione settled in for a long study session.
Hermione smirked upon feeling Harry entombed by her flesh. It was quite the amusing spectacle, feeling such a powerful and well-known wizard struggling helplessly against her even more powerful rear. Even if it was a little distracting.
What happens next?
1. Hermione says she can’t focus with Harry struggling so much under her butt cheek and slips him between her cheeks before resuming her studies.
2. An hour passes and Hermione notices that she’s alone, taking the found moment of privacy to address Harry, telling him that he’s comfortable to walk and sit with, although she’s worried about losing him. So she uses a spell to affix him to her butt cheek, essentially making him part of her rear before she makes her way to bed.
3. Two hours pass and Hermione realizes that it’s about time she passed Harry along to Ginny, seeing this as an excellent opportunity to test a transportation spell she just learned. Which Teleports Harry directly near Ginny’s rear in Gryffindor Tower.
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