'arry on the 'log

>>221005354
>Neville slumped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
>The trio froze, terrified that Seamus Finnegan had heard, and would soon rise from his slumber, his dna awakening in him the need to hoard potatoes for a future famine. But seconds passed, and it became clear he wasn’t scurrying down.
>“Allright, we need to go now” whispered Harry. They were almost out of the common room when Ron stopped, and grabbed Hermione by the shoulder.
>“Hermione, that spell of yours, it won’t wear off, right?” he whispered
>“Not until someone uses the counter curse, no.”
>“This is an opportunity. Harry, can I borrow your cloak, he won’t know which of us did it then.”
>Hermione rolled her eyes with disgust, and Harry gave him the cloak, knowing full well Ronald wouldn’t return to the plan until he had sewn his wild oats.
>Ron disappeared under the cloak. Seconds later, neville disappeared. Then his pyjama bottoms flew out from under the cloak. Harry and Hermione could see Neville’s bare ankles, and Hermione winced as they saw them move apart, as, underneath the cloak, Ron stretched the poor boy’s legs apart.
>“I don’t want to watch this, even if we can’t see anything” whispered Hermione.” Harry agreed, so for long, interminable minutes they sat in the armchairs, watching the fire, pretending to ignore the rustling of the cloak and Ron’s faint groans and grunts of bestial pleasure. Neither of them could stand to look back, terrified of what they might see if the cloak bunched up.
>Eventually they heard Ron stand up, and zip up his jeans, sighing contentedly. He handed Harry back the cloak, and Hermione went over and obliviated poor Neville.
>Out in the cool air of the corridor, they could finally speak freely.
>“Cor blimey Harry that was brilliant, you should give it a go.”
>“I guess I just don’t fancy Neville as much as you do mate.” said Harry, drily.

>>221005584
>“Nah look it doesn’t have to be a bloke. I know you only like birds, I prefer them myself. It could be anyone. Cho, even.”
>Harry got a look in his eye Hermione didn’t much like. She stared him down as if to say “I am NOT doing this again”, and stomped off towards their destination, not waiting to see if the boys were following her.”
>“Fucking hell, what’s her problem? i didn’t mean to say she couldn’t have a go. I just don’t know if a bloke can get his tallywhacker hard under that spell. Nevill stayed as limp as anything, even though I tried to be generous.” (Harry winced). “Still, she’s the expert, she knows, I’d stand guard while she gets her rocks off, it it’s possible. Course, if she wants to climb a meat pole I got a massive one for her right here!” said Ronald, groping himself calmly.