Harry smirked as the row of new First Years shuffled through the Great Hall doors, each seeming more nervous than the last. Many looked up at the legendary Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, with awe - the story the old wizard's triumph over the infamous Dark Lord Voldemort is tale of universal knowledge, passed down to every child within the Wizarding World.
An arm wrapped around the slim waist of his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, Harry whispers, "Look at them, not a single confident kid in the bunch."
She sighs, "The quality of students has definitely degraded over the years. Last year I swear Snape took more points from us than the Gryffindors, just from Tomson alone!"
Harry shoots a short glare down the table, where Timothy "Troll" Tomson boasted obnoxiously about his summer in Germany, "Idiot. I'll never understand how that dunce ended up in Slytherin."
Ever a fan of using his words to her gain, Pansy smirked, a light hand running up Harry's thigh, "I hope you'll get to 'slither-in' me sometime soon, babe..."
"That," Harry answered, kissing Pansy, "was terrible. You've done better."
She just smiled back, her eyes paying attention to the Sorting, while her hand paid attention to the growing bulge under Harry's robes. The 'political leader' of Slytherin House leaned back slightly, his hand now squeezing Pansy's tight rear as she kneaded his penis through the black school robes.
Both of them noticed, but disregarded, the sharp glare sent via Snape from the High Table.
Harry sighed heavily, giving his girlfriend's ass a hard grab, as she giggled, her hand firmly squeezing over his cock's head, Harry's ejaculate seeping through the robes into her palm.
Pansy brought her slicked hand to her lips, licking off Harry's cum and grinning, "I guess dessert came early for me!"
"You do realize I have to walk later, right?"
She swatted his arm, "Are you a wizard or not? Clean yourself up and just eat your food."
After casting a quick Scourgify, Harry and Pansy joined the rest of the table in filling their relatively empty stomachs with the Welcoming Feast.
With both Pansy and Harry being Prefects, they were obligated to show the seven new First Years through the castle to the hidden Common Room door in the dungeons, as well as explain sleeping arrangements.
Many were relieved to hear that the rooms were furnished for two students each, and that each had an attached bathroom so that all morning and evening ablutions could be done in a timely manner; meaning that the required study time (heavily monitored by the Head of House, Professor Snape) could be strictly adhered.
After sending the new students to their assigned rooms, (with the odd one out, Corey Nelson, being regulated to share with two Third Years', whose room was magically expanded and refurnished for three residents) Harry kissed Pansy good night, and met Draco Malfoy in their dorm room; who was, as usual, lounging in bed, dressed only in his preferred expensive, silk boxers.
"Have some modesty, Draco," Harry sighed, looking away as he organized his luggage. "I don't want your junk to be the first thing I see every night."
Harry could nearly hear the blonde Slytherin smirk, "Yeah, I know. It's Pansy's junk you want to see - but is it even exciting anymore? Everyone knows she's more on her back than walking on her legs."
"Maybe, but at least I'm the one in between those legs."
The two best friends laughed, finishing their unpacking before drawing the curtains, ready for their first day of classes tomorrow. |