So, instead, you decided to just smile.
When in doubt, after all, compliment.
"You, actually. I was just struck a bit by how beautiful you are in this light and in that outfit." You capped off your words with a smile, injecting as much genuineness as you could into it.
It worked like a charm, metaphorically. Selene's eyes widened before, after she finished processing your words, her cheeks lit up, and she looked away suddenly, intent on staring off towards the castle rather than meeting your eyes.
"You can't just say things like that, you stupid mudmuggleborn." She sputtered out, still refusing to look at you. "If the wrong people hear you say things like that to me, I'll be ruined. S-shut up! Idiot! You stupid imbecile." The insults were vicious and continued past that, but you still couldn't help but notice the way she wiggled happily.
Eventually, though, the noise once more died down. Mostly because the lot of you were beginning to feel the strain of holding a plank for so long.
You could feel the burn in your arms, and took a deep breath as you locked in.
Just like last time, though, before she got overtly tired, Percy gave in, dropping down to rest for a moment-
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-before standing up, cracking her back, and heading back over to the rock where she had laid her book. She sat down, beginning to read once more.
In an effort to keep your mind off the burning in your arms, you brought your head up, glancing at the spine.
'Ministry Legislation Bills 347.1-469.5, Abridged
Wow.
Even for you, who genuinely did enjoy most books, that sounded like possibly one of the driest reads possible.
You dropped your head back down, a bead of sweat rolling down your nose, and fell onto the mat.
To your side, you could hear Selene getting tired as well.
"How much longer are you thinking?" You asked aloud, before looking towards the girl in question.
The blonde girl's hair was a mess across her back and over her shoulders, and you watched a rivulet of sweat run down her neck and into the valley of her breasts.
She opened her mouth to respond, but closed it after, seeming to put all of her focus into maintaining form.
It was then you realized the natural advantage that you had over her, and indeed Percy as well.
Both girls were dealing with an uneven distribution of weight, and for Selene, who had a relatively slight frame yet a huge pair of, well, assets, it was a problem particularly difficult to deal with.
It only took a few more moments for the girl to finally give, and she dropped, stomach hitting the mat and arms splaying out as she panted, her breasts pressing nearly completely out of her top from the positioning.
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Sweat rolled down her chin, a droplet falling off as she breathed for a moment before, finally, she turned to meet your eyes, glaring.
"One more…" She said.
You tilted your head, confused.
"Huh?"
She glared even harder.
"You still have one more test, Granger. And I guarantee you this: you won't beat me again."
You pushed yourself up, watching as Selene did the same. You got the sense that the girl was somewhat unhappy with the fact that she'd lost by a hair twice now.
Once she was on her feet, however unsteadily, she planted her hands on her hips.
"Get up." She growled. "It's time to stretch."
Selene was rather forceful in her directing of the Stretching, and Percy, entirely ignored by the Blonde girl at this point, chose instead to simply read through her book, only occasionally glancing up to see what was happening.
The Slytherin student grabbed you by the arm, dragging you over, before pressing herself against your front, her breasts flattening themselves against your broad chest as she smirked up at you.
"Fine, if you're so good at this, we'll do some collaborative stretching. It'd be terrible for you to get a cramp while you were in the water, causing you to drown, where your body would never be found again."
That was weirdly specific. Probably best for you to ignore it, for now.
"Alright then." And if she wanted to play this way, you could do so, too. You planted your hands upon her waist, just above the swell of her hips, fingers dangerously close to her ass. Your back was too the lake, which meant hers was to the other students that were outside, despite non being close. Still, if any looked over, it'd be hard to mistake what was happening as anything other than the embrace of two young people in a relationship.
And she knew it too, if the way her face lit up red was anything to go by. Still, she didn't stop, instead glaring up at you. She was feeling challenged, and most of all, she was stubborn at this point.
As you had predicted, her ego couldn't take you just barely beating her at the previous two warm-ups, which meant that she was particularly determined to ensure this one went her way.
Frankly, you'd been expecting her to use some sort of magic to try and cause an accident, maybe with your swimsuit or something, but this was still not out of the realm of your expectations.
Still, that only problem with the game she was playing was that the one who won was the person with the least shame.
She'd given you a blowjob, in the stands below a stadium full of hundreds of students. That alone should make clear who would win in that contest, let alone your other feats.
As her face colored from your hands, which crept just an inch lower in response, she seemed to debate in her mind the next course of action.
Whether she should back down, save what reputation she had, and simply chalk this one up to a loss.
Or if she should escalate.
It was likely your grin, which you finally couldn't hold back, that did it for her.
"You…" She growled before her hands came up, grabbing hold of your wrists. "Let's get started." She said, stiffly.
You just nodded.
"Let's." You removed your hands and backed off, just a bit, and the two of you got started properly. There was an undercurrent of tension, one that both of you pretended didn't exist.
The stretches started relatively innocent and simple, with upper body and core stretches taking place with Selene leading, not unlike a Yoga class. The twist was the proximity of the girl to you, with her breasts or hips brushing against you every so often. She was close enough that you could actually smell the vanilla-ish scent of her perfume, and when she turned, her hair whipped up, brushing against your body or face occasionally.
These were, honestly, relatively normal and decent stretches, the type that you would do before any workout.
Only, as you progressed, Selene made an effort to subtly fluster you more and more, pressing against you at random times, such as when she wanted you to adjust your stance or bending over in front of you and, by 'coincidence ', pressing her fat ass against your crotch only for a second, before standing up and giving you a look as if you were the one who did it.
They didn't progress beyond that, and admittedly, it was starting to annoy you. Not embarrass, though.
And then something changed. Specifically, a large group of students, all girls, from what you could see, came down the path from the castle, walking together and laughing. They were from all houses but Slytherin, mostly, it seemed: Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. As they passed by, your hands were above your head, and you were facing the group as you turned your midsection, your abs rippling in full view, while a thin sheen of sweat across your body added a faint shine to them.
One paused, and then another, and then the entire group slowly halted as the girls began watching the stretching. You didn't notice the fact that they stopped immediately until they began giggling, a few claiming benches nearby as they all sat and started chatting as if it was normal.
Despite the casualness of it, you could still feel the dozen or so pairs of eyes on you, and the looks on their faces told you exactly what type of thoughts they were having as they watched you work.
Honestly, though, you didn't mind putting on a show.
Smiling, you waved at the girls, sparking off another wave of delighted laughter as many of them waved back, a few calling you over.
You went to comply; you always were fond of meeting new people. Your vision was suddenly dominated by blonde hair and green eyes, as Selene stepped in between you and the other girls, much to their vocal disappointment.
Not that Selene seemed to care much for their opinion, if the look she gave them was anything to go by. Turning back to you, her glare was more a pout than anything.
"You're currently doing something, Granger. Focus on the task at hand rather than ogling some sub-par trash." Her voice was raised enough for the girls to hear her, and many shot back insults of their own, not that the blonde cared. "Now, we have more stretches to do."
You told her that you hadn't yet finished the set she had you on before, but she waved it off.
"Were starting something else." Was her excuse, as she had the two of you turned to face the girls, the Slytherin directly in front of you.
"Place your hands on my hips."
You did as instructed.
"Good, now hold on, you're going to be helping me with some… team stretches."
That was the only warning she gave before Selene Malfoy leaned forward in front of you, as she pressed her ass against your crotch.
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Not a light brush like before, but rather grinding herself onto you, in a way that couldn't be mistaken as anything other than sexual, right in the middle of the grounds. You could feel the mound of her pussy through her thin one-piece swimsuit pressing against your bulge, and you could swear there was a slight moan from the girl in question.
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You gulped, but didn't dare remove your hands, and instead looked up at the group of girls, who were now quite enraptured by the sight.
You couldn't see her expression, but whatever it was, it was having an effect on the group, if the glares being sent her way meant anything.
Letting her continue for a bit, you finally, finally, decided that it might be time to call it on this particular stretch.
"Selene-" She parted immediately, turning around, a hand coming up to your shoulder in a smooth motion as she smiled at you charmingly, looking the part of a sweet, kind girl. You immediately distrusted it.
"Yes, Herman?"
You were suddenly filled with even less trust.
She never called you Herman. It was always Granger, or Muggle-born, or some slur she'd think up.
But never Herman.
"Should we move on to the next stretch?"
Her other hand came up to your shoulder, linking them together as she pressed her front to yours.
"Oh… I don't know, isn't this fine?" She asked innocently.
Mind racing, you tried to figure out what her angle was here. Selene was good at acting; that was for certain, but you knew she had to have some sort of goal if she was acting like this.
Studying her face, you could see her eyes snap back to the other girls, still on the bench, a flicker of something there.
"I… guess?" You answered.
"Get out of the way!" A small voice called from a bit away, one of the girls having cupped her hands around her mouth to demand Selene move. Her smile dropped for a moment, before her grip around you tightened.
"Now… let's prove a point."
"Come again-" You didn't get a chance to finish your question before the Slytherin girl pressed her lips to yours in a firm, fiery kiss that lasted just under a minute. You could feel her tongue brush against your lips, requesting access. You kept shut, though, too bewildered by the sudden movement to decide whether to reject or reciprocate it.
When she pulled away, she had a distinctly pleased look on her face as she looked back at the girls on the bench.
You saw her mouth something, but couldn't make out what, before she turned back, finally letting you go.
"Sorry about that, Granger." She chirped, looking much too smug. "Just had to take care of something."
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After the whole… Scene, some of the girls headed off, although a decent amount stayed, with one in particular, the one with two long braids over each shoulder, stayed, legs together, hands in her lap. She simply watched, staring you down with a quiet focus, only occasionally looking away to either write something on the small pad of paper that she'd brought.
It wasn't particularly problematic, though, so you let it be.
In the meantime, though, you turned back towards Selene, who'd stopped stretching; instead, her arms were crossed, and she was tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for you.
When you turned back to her, she straightened before speaking.
"So, you've passed the tests." She said grandly, as if you hadn't just had a vaguely suggestive encounter after doing squats and planking. The situation, in your own opinion, was much less dramatic than Selene was making it sound.
"I mean, yes?"
She nodded seriously.
"I suppose I have no choice but to allow you into the Swim Club, at least for today. We'll start our regular activities now, then."
Percy, who was still reading her book this entire time, finally snapped it shut and stood, walking over.
"Finally. I thought you two were just going to flirt all day." The red-haired woman said, sounding frankly a little bit fed up. Selene blushed bright red in response, and turned towards the others, her hands clenching into fists at her side.
"Percy!" She stomped her foot, only to receive a dry look. "It wasn't like that!" She claimed.
The taller girl stared at her for another second before nodding slowly.
"Sure."
Selene sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose with her hands.
"Ugh, Weasleys."
For the first time, Percy actually seemed offended by her words, frowning at the blonde girl, not that Selene noticed.
"Let's just get started." The Slytherin girl sighed at last, before turning back to you.
From there, it was a relatively regular club; the three of you swam a lap around the lake, and you got to meet both the giant squid as well as some of the small river sprites, who manifested in the form of somewhat off-putting-looking catfish creatures.
(For some reason, you felt surprised you weren't immediately greeted by some sort of shapely mermaid woman. You were informed by Percy, who might've read your expression, that there were many different species of Mer in the lake.)
Beyond that, though, it was an enjoyable experience.
You were incredibly thankful for warming charms, though. Selene had let you step into the water without refreshing yours, and the sudden burst of cold after you'd spent a while being nice and toasty was unpleasant. The blond had laughed, only for said laughter to turn into a shriek after you turned off her own warming charm.
All in all, it was perhaps the most civil interaction you'd ever had with the Slytherin
Once you all were finished, you filed out of the lake, and up to the changing rooms, where you began searching through you bag for your change of clothes. Percy and Selene went ahead of you, having stored their belongings in lockers.
Once you found your clothing, you headed towards the doors. They were unmarked, and there was no indicator that someone was in one or not.
There were, however, four rooms in total. It seemed logical to assume that Percy and Selene had taken one and two, but just to be safe, you shuffled down to door number four and knocked once. There was no response, so you opened it and headed in, shivering as the warming charm began wearing off.
You closed the door behind you, put your stuff on the bench, before heading over to the shower area, eager to clean off and change. You were so focused that you didn't notice the sound of the shower already going.
You pulled aside the curtain only to see-
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Oh dear.
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::Percy Interlude::
When Percy was young, her mother controlled every aspect of her life.
What she wore, what she ate, where she went, who she was friends with. Everything about Persephone Weasley's life was controlled and carefully arranged by Molly Weasley.
It wasn't malicious. Rather, Molly Weasley was determined that this child, of all her children, would be the one to take after her. After all, Percy was the one who most resembled her mother.
Percy was miserable for every second of it.
The person her mother wanted her to become was not the person she wanted to be. Percy Weasley had always felt that she was destined for something more.
Her father, on the other hand, had always been fascinated by Muggle things.
Their technology, their games, their culture. All of it fascinated him. Percy remembered how, when she was very little, her father would stay up late into the night in the garage, tinkering with bits and pieces, wires and bolts, plastics and chemicals.
One day, he gave her a small, yellow object shaped like a duck. Apparently, the Muggles called it a "rubber duckie."
Percy had absolutely loved it.
She brought it everywhere with her. To primary school, into the bathtub, even to bed. It was her best friend.
And then, one day, her Duckie went missing.
Percy cried and cried until her father finally made her another one.
That night, when her father went into the garage to tinker, she snuck out of bed and followed him.
He caught her, of course, but after only a brief scolding, he began explaining how all his strange contraptions worked.
Electricity. Lightning, captured without magic.
Signals that could carry messages faster than any owl. Metal birds that flew faster than broomsticks.
And it wasn't just Muggle inventions. He told her about his work at the Ministry, too. About the honorable work he did to keep the magical and Muggle worlds separate, protecting both from the dangers that might arise if those boundaries were crossed.
He made it sound fun.
It was fascinating.
Percy and her father stayed up well past the witching hour, playing, talking, and laughing as he explained each of his contraptions to her. Every answer led to another question, and every question seemed to delight him more than the last.
Before either of them realized it, the first light of morning was creeping through the garage window.
Her father hurried her back to bed, extracting a solemn promise that she wouldn't tell her mother he'd let her stay up all night.
It was from that night onward that her father's work, his passion, became her own.
From that point on, Percy Weasley wanted to work at the Ministry.
She did not want to be a housewife, or a dragon tamer, or a curse-breaker.
Percy wanted to work in the government. She wanted to protect their world, to serve something greater than herself, and to learn more about a world she had never truly been allowed to know.
Unfortunately, this ran directly counter to what her mother wanted for her.
Molly had always been determined that Percy would be her child. The daughter who would follow in her footsteps, who would eventually take her place as the matriarch of the Weasley family.
A career in politics or public service simply didn't fit that vision.
It caused more than one argument.
And soon after Percy made her ambitions known, she was no longer allowed to tinker with her father.
That didn't stop her from dreaming, though.
When she finally went to Hogwarts, she arrived with a plan.
She signed up for every club she could. Took every internship available to her. Made connections wherever she went.
She studied, she worked, and she pushed herself harder than anyone else, because she knew exactly what she wanted and what it would take to get there.
Percy Weasley was going to make her own life.
She was going to become the person she wanted to be, regardless of what her mother thought.
And if that meant dealing with Selene Malfoy's eccentricities, attending swim club, navigating endless politicking, and putting up with snobby pure-bloods who looked down on her because of her last name, then so be it.
That was exactly what she would do.
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Timer set. I'll see you all on Sunday, maybe Saturday if I feel up to it. would have been tonight but something came
A note for everyone, stay safe, call someone if you need to talk, and please note no matter how alone you feel, there are people who love and care for you. I know this sort of message is out of place on a site like this, buts it's important.
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The Malfoy family manor was many things. Those who visited it during parties and galas, of which there were many, would hazard to describe the towering building of dark wood, ivory, and stone as grandiose, elegant, and awe-inspiring.
The various ministry inspectors and auditors, who regularly raided the property in search of dark artifacts and magics, would describe it as a wretched hive of villainy and darkness.
It was a polarizing location, just as the family was. No matter who you were in the British Wizarding World, you had an opinion on the Malfoy family, whether that be enthusiastic praise, scornful mutters, or wondering questions. It was a topic brought up at every party and every meeting. If the Malfoy name wasn't mentioned, it was usually because one of them was present.
The biggest question that surrounded that family, though, was the origin of their nearly endless stream of money. The Malfoy family was old, coming from France during the era of the Witch Trials, but they were not as old as the Blacks, or the Potters, or even the Prewetts.
And yet, their coffers never seemed to empty. The gold never stopped flowing.
It was something that had been investigated many times, both by the independent witch or wizard, as well as the Ministry as a whole, expecting some sort of tax evasion, to no avail.
The answer to said question, of course, was a closely guarded secret to Lucius Malfoy.
It was not from any sort of magic, or at least, not any special sort. No, the wealth of the Malfoy family came from a betrayal of Values.
The Malfoy family's wealth came from their rather large agricultural enterprise. They owned several large farms across Europe, and indeed even some in the States, in which they used a combination of Wizarding and Muggle farming techniques in order to produce a truly ludicrous amount of produce.
This product was later sold, under the names of many different shell companies, to the wizarding world. None of the pureblood families who bought from them realized that the food they were eating had been grown with Muggle hands; they didn't know the difference. Any overstock they had was shipped to Muggle grocery stores as 'Organic' produce.
The amount of money pulled in through this enterprise was massive, more than even the Malfoy family appeared to have. Almost two-thirds of it was filtered in shell accounts and off-site banking, in both worlds. The rest went towards maintaining the family image.
The great secret of the Malfoy family was, in fact, their pragmatism.
If it meant securing a future for him and his family, Lucius Malfoy would do anything, including consorting with Muggles.
The patriarch of the family sat in his office, filling out forms, idly drinking from a goblet of cranberry juice. His doctor had informed him that with the state of his liver, he'd best stay away from alcohol.
His Medi-Witch had told him she'd be able to grow him a new liver in just a few days, although she was confused as to why he might want one.
He sighed, before placing down the pen, flexing his hand a bit, before shuffling the papers aside, and lifting his quill.
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His daughter has written to him. Again. The father already knew that if he didn't respond promptly, his daughter would send at least three more letters per day until he did.
Or worse, she'd write her mother and claim he was ignoring her.
So, the oldest Malfoy broke the wax seal and flipped open the letter, ready to expose himself to what other new adventure Herman Granger had gotten up to.
Daddy,
I am writing to inform you that the Mudblood I've told you about, Herman Granger, has continued to be an insufferable little know-it-all.
He sighed, leaning back in his seat and biting back a groan as his back protested the long hours bent over the desk.
Malfoy wondered, briefly, if he should be concerned about the level of interest his daughter was showing in the Muggle-born. It wouldn't do if she let on that she was so distressed by the boy. It showed weakness to the others in the school.
Taking another drink, he continued.
Today, he had the nerve to walk by me in the hall. I stopped, expecting a proper greeting, and instead he just kept walking. That Weasley girl even gave me a face before continuing her conversation.
I am Heir Malfoy. Doesn't he know how rude that is?
No, Selene, the boy was Muggle-born.
It's like his parents didn't bother to teach him proper etiquette. Naturally, during Potions class, I let him know. He had the nerve to look guilty and say 'Good Morning' as if that made up for it!
I was so flustered I couldn't say anything, and then, out loud, in front of Professor Snape, he said I looked cute while blushing!
Even Snape glared at him for that! She moved me away from him, undoubtedly because she thought I might hex the Mudblood!
Lucius Malfoy sighed before flipping the letter over.
Why did he have to have a daughter? Surely a son would have been easier to manage.
Before he could continue reading, there was a knock on the door of his study, and it opened moments later. There was only one person in the Manor who had the position to do that. He turned around, being met with his wife.
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"Husband." Narcissa Malfoy said, lowly. In her hand was a piece of paper, a letter like his own. She held it up. "Do you know who this… Herman Granger is?"
He tried not to let his shock show.
His daughter has finally informed her mother!?
He swallowed dryly.
"A young Muggle-born wizard, dear. I am led to believe that he and Selene had a…" He grappled for a proper word: "Rivalry."
She hummed lowly, and he knew that she did not believe his term was the correct one.
"I see… And how many letters has she sent you about this Herman?" She took another step.
"A few."
Narcissa stopped in front of him, and Lucius finally realized that her wand was out.
"And you did not deign to tell me. I had to find out from this, Pansy Parkinson?"
Ah.
So one of the other Slytherins had already noticed.
Before he could respond, defuse the situation, his wife, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, smiled grimly.
"Well, it seems I'll have to… meet this boy, doesn't it?"
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Whelp.
You took a moment longer to admire the sight. Despite her truly rotten personality, Selene really did have a rocking body. Her ass just seemed perfectly shaped for every possible activity.
For a moment, only one, you felt an overwhelming urge to reach forward and deliver the type of smack an ass like that deserved.
You only felt it for a moment, and managed to resist it, thankfully. You had a feeling that no matter how flustered she was, there would be some sort of consequence for slapping Selene's ass like that.
Maybe.
So, instead, you went with the third, and most reasonable plan that came to mind.
That being, to just be normal.
If you acted normal, you figured, then surely she would think so as well.
(You did your best to ignore the part of your brain, the logical part, telling you that it was a stupid thought, and that you really needed to make a better plan)
That part went unheeded, as you went about your business of getting undressed and ready for the shower. You hadn't brought your bathroom products with you down from your dorm; you hadn't been planning on taking a shower or being part of the swim club in the slightest.
What you did have, though, was some soap that you conjured (because the wizarding world has spells for the weirdest things), a Slytherin-embroidered towel, courtesy of Selene, and your original clothing.
That would be enough, though, and as you stripped out of your swimsuit, you were careful not to get your dry clothing wet. Once you were finished, and entirely naked, you stepped forward, small, nondescript bar of conjured soap in hand, until you were under the stream of water as well.
From there, you did your best to ignore the other person in the shower in favor of simply washing up. Because that was why you were here. You weren't some sort of pervert.
You couldn't help glancing over at Selene, who was humming happily as she washed her hair. You couldn't name the tune, but you thought it was something you'd heard Veronica listening to.
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The sight of water running down her back, over the curve of her ass, and down her legs was somewhat hypnotizing, as was the way her hips slowly swayed from side to side. Unbidden, you could feel the blood in your body rushing downwards, and filling a certain part of you that you… didn't quite need to be energized at the moment.
You could barely tear your eyes away, but at that point, it didn't matter much; the damage was done, and within record time your dick was at full attention, and suddenly showering became a much more precarious endeavor.
The original goal of just showering and then getting out, preferably unseen, was made much more difficult, as suddenly you had to maneuver your dick, sticking out loud and proud, as well.
This was made even harder (no pun intended) as the Blonde girl began to turn. Reaching for the shampoo she'd brought in, you realized.
You had to rush to turn with her, which required a good bit of precarious maneuvering on the slippery, soapy floor, with you sliding along the wall and doing your best not to touch the other in the small space.
Surprisingly enough, you did well, and managed to keep yourself out of her line of sight. Unfortunately, there was an unintended consequence(?) of the repositioning.
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You flinched as warm, soft, slippery flesh sandwiched your dick on both sides, squeezed tight. Then, even worse, your cock slid forward, sticking out from between her thighs as Selene backed up just the slightest bit, forcing you to fight back a groan as the oblivious Slytherin began soaping up her breasts.
Somehow, Selene had positioned herself just right to give you a Thighjob in the shower, the mix of soap, water, and something else making it particularly slippery. Your cock slid back as she bent forward for more soap, and the head of your length became entirely trapped in her soft, meaty thighs, before emerging once more as she straightened.
All of this, without her even noticing.
There was no way this wasn't an act, right? This had to be on purpose.
Selene kept humming to herself, and you kept having to fight back your own sounds of pleasure. You were faced with a choice.
Whether to alert her of your presence.
Or see just how far this went.
There was no way she was this oblivious.
You bit back another moan as the blonde girl shuffled again, seeming to notice something, as she grunted a bit, bending her legs and stretching, whilst looking around in front of her.
Of course, this had the side effect of dropping her undercarriage directly down onto your cock, and grinding on top of it. The only thing that kept you from believing that this was entirely intentional was your knowledge of Selene's personality.
There was no world, in all the infinite possibilities across the universe, where she would do this so nonchalantly and intentionally.
At least, that was assuming you didn't completely and utterly misread her personality.
You bit your lip in order to stop a noise from escaping you, as she continued to grind on your length. The humming emanating from the other took on another, deeper tone as her movements, washing her breasts, escalated to something more lewd. Selene's hips, in what had to have been an instinctual movement, softly humping forward, grinding her slit along your shaft even more.
The slickness of the soap and water was soon joined by a third source, as the blonde escalated from simply washing herself to what seemed to be a full-blown masturbation session, with both her hands groping her breasts as she ground down on your dick, all without noticing.
Planting your hands on the walls on either side of you, you figured the best course of action was to simply stay still, which was easier said than done, given the sensation of her thighs sandwiching your cock. Each movement was sending spikes of pleasure that made your legs weak, but you endured.
You watched as her back arched, and she moaned out loud, the soft, sweet noise filling the room as she well and truly got into it. Her fingers traced over her nipples, flicking over the pink nubs and eliciting more quiet noises from her, before her left hand slipped downwards, sliding down her stomach, and heading towards a specific spot between her legs.
A spike of panic went through you, only to be relieved when her grasping fingers stopped just short of your length, in favor of softly brushing over her exposed clit, and moaning loudly as she did. A squirt of warm liquid ran over your trapped dick once more, as she shuddered happily, and you realized that the blonde Slytherin had just come on your cock.
In the gentle throes of pleasure, her mouth opened wider, moans growing in volume and frequency, before, finally, words began to be audible as well.
"Mpgh… Herman…"
You stiffened, more than you already were, and you didn't realize that was possible. Did she just…?
Her hand dove just a little bit lower, frigging her clit while at the same time, she pinched her nipple, tugging and teasing it between two nails as she made her pleasure known once more with another moan.
"More… Please Herman More… Fuck me harder, you Mudblood brute…"
She did.
You felt your own face flush. You didn't quite know what to do with this information. You didn't have time to figure something out, either, as her hand, finally, drifted further down and brushed against your length.
Selene stiffened before, gently, almost probingly, her fingers drifted, curling around your shaft and feeling the pulsing rod of flesh that she'd been jerking off with her thighs this entire time.
She slowly began turning back, and you were suddenly faced with a split-second decision.
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You shouldn't.
You really, truly shouldn't make the joke that you desperately wanted to make.
Biting your lip, you did your best to hold it in; you really did. You knew that it wasn't a joke, but yet…
You couldn't help yourself.
Letting your hands come down from where they were pressed against the walls of the shower, you instead reached around, hands coming up to grope at her soapy, slippery breasts yourself. You actually had a somewhat difficult time getting ahold of them, with how well-lathered the two impressive orbs were.
Her nipples slipped against your fingers, and Selene Malfoy squirmed in response, eyes widening while a sweet moan escaped through her lips.
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You pressed against her back, in a move that was completely opposite of what you were doing before, instead striving for as much contact as possible. Smiling against her neck, you rocked your own hips, pressing your shaft, which you suspected she was now very aware of, against her wet slit.
"Mind if I…" You trailed off, a final chance at not making the joke coming, and going, as you took a breath, "-Slytherin?"
Dead. Silence.
There was no movement or breathing from either of you, aside from the slight rocking of your bodies as you slipped and slid against one another, your hips moving in time as you rubbed against her most sensitive place.
It remained like that for a few more moments before, finally, Malfoy.EXE seemed to reboot, and she was suddenly wiggling against you, attempting to turn back and get a look at your face, her blue eyes meeting your own as red filled her cheeks.
She did not, notably, attempt to push you away or move away from you in the slightest. Instead, if anything, her thighs locked ever tighter around your shaft as she pressed them together, and her movements had her pushing her back against your chest, while your hands continued groping her chest.
"G-Granger!?" She nearly shrieked, a mix of shock, embarrassment, and outrage painting her expression as she stared. "What are you doing here?"
Again, there was an opportunity to be a reasonable person. To give her a serious answer. But…
Maybe you were in a joking mood, maybe it was the fact that the entire situation seemed rather humorous, but you couldn't help but widen your smirk at the question, before finally answering.
"Well, you called my name." You said it as if it were obvious. Common sense. "I came as fast as I could, and then you just…" You purposefully trailed off; instead of words, you nodded down at your shaft, which still protruded between her fat thighs.
"I didn't-"
But you weren't going to let her deny it, especially not after hearing it firsthand, so you cut her off by flicking the blonde girl's nipples, both hardened to the point of being points of diamond in your hands. After you flicked them, eliciting a gasp, you caught both in a grip between your fingers and gave a light tug, prompting a much louder moan, and for her to grind her ass back against your crotch, back arching in a way that you couldn't help but find incredibly attractive.
"But I heard it; what was it you said?" You grinned as she squirmed against you, not once pushing back or away. "More Herman, Harder?"
She froze, before turning back to look at you once more, her blue eyes suddenly wide, fearful, and filled with growing embarrassment.
"You- You heard!?"
Leaning forward, you put your mouth only inches away from her own.
"What was it you said? 'Harder, you mudblood brute'?" You asked. You weren't even mad about it; it was just so much fun throwing it back into her face like this. "I'm just giving you what you wanted, right?"
As you spoke, you pulled your hips back, your dick slowly sliding against her slip, until finally, it popped out of the death grip her thighs had on it. Then, you slowly leaned forward, pressing her body to do the same as she processed.
"That's- I-" She stuttered out, only stopping when she realized the position she was in.
Bent over in the shower, hot water still streaming down on the two of you, your cock pressing against her already sopping entrance, as you held her. Your bodies were pressed against each other already; there was only one more spot.
You nuzzled against her neck, even as you felt her breathing pick up, and her body warm in your grasp.
"You ready to become the last 'Pureblood' of the Malfoy line, Selene?" You whispered. There was a sharp intake of breath, and her body tensed.
Naturally, you chose that moment to thrust forward, your dick spreading open her pussy lips, and pushing deep inside her quim, inch by inch taking her pureblood virginity with your Mudblood cock, sullying her forever.
…Jeez, maybe you were getting a bit too much into it.
Selene's reaction as you entered was priceless as well, the blonde letting out a silent gasp, before a long, sensual mewl escaped her as you pushed deeper and deeper, her tense body relaxing as she slowly gave into the pleasure that she, evidently, so desperately craved.
Eventually, you bottomed out inside her, not quite all the way in. A good few inches of your cock remained outside of her pussy, but at the same time, you couldn't go any deeper; you cockhead pressing, insistently, but to no avail, against the entrance of her womb.
You paused there, letting her adjust to your size, as her virgin pussy slowly conformed to your shape and length. You could feel the magic taking effect. You'd read about this. There was power behind taking a witch's purity. Her pussy was quite literally remodeling itself around your shape, as her magic did the same, conforming to the contours of your cock, both body and soul.
Her hands had come up to plant themselves on the wall just below the controls of the shower, and her head hung, hair curtaining her face, as she shuddered, adjusting.
But just letting her get fully comfortable didn't sound fun. Selene, after all, wouldn't have shown you the same pity. You knew that for a fact from just a few minutes ago.
So, without any more hesitation, you pulled back your hips once more, feeling her snatch quite literally squeeze around you as it tried to not let you leave. The Slytherin Pureblood's entire body shuddered and quaked as muffled moans escaped her, and soon enough your cock was free once more, accompanied by a spray of arousal as she orgasmed from that alone.
And then, you pushed back in, and her walls parted once more, as if eagerly welcoming you home.