There's No Place Like Hogwarts
A Girl's Best Friend
Chapter Three-A Girl's Best Friend
The next week of Dorothy’s life was the most hectic, difficult, eye-opening, wonderful experience she ever had. Hagrid (the giant man) had flown her over the English countryside to a school called Hogwarts, all the while explaining the new world in which she found herself. Wizards, witches, magic, goblins, centaurs, sphinxes, they all seemed to be run of the mill in Hagrid’s world (of course, he was in charge of caring for magical creatures). Dorothy had been accepted by the school’s headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, with warmth she had not expected, though he made it clear that her stay must be temporary. Dumbledore arranged for Dorothy to sleep in the Gryffindor girl’s dormitory and for a girl named Hermione to show her around and teach her about the magical world. Hermione was smart and confident, just like Dot, plus she was from a normal human (muggle) family, too. The human girl could talk about all the things she remembered from Boston and the young witch usually knew what she meant. They became close over the week and Dot learned as much as she could from her new friend.
Time seemed to race by for Dorothy as every day was filled to overflowing with memorizing her new world, making friends and strengthening her bond with Hermione. Dot went to all of her friend’s classes and understood almost nothing, but Hermione was clearly the brightest witch in school. She would stare in admiration at her friend’s face as Hermione answered question after question correctly. Hermione tried to hide her pride, but Dot could see her cheeks flush slightly when she answered a question in front of her.
The two went to class together, ate together, read together, held hands or linked arms in the corridors and each night Dot would crawl into Hermione’s bed. Hermione was a mature fifth year at Hogwarts and had just turned 16, but Dot was going to be 18 in a week and had always been one to take the initiative. The older teen would spoon her best friend, absorbing Hermione’s calming heat and caressing her stomach with a tentative hand. Neither girl had ever known physical contact like this and they naturally developed an intimacy.
One night while Dorothy spooned her friend, she inadvertently began rocking her hips forward. Slowly and rhythmically, she ground into Hermione’s soft flesh, half asleep and without inhibition to her actions. Eventually Dot realized what she was doing. Embarrassed what her friend might think, hoping she was asleep, Dot stopped thrusting.
“Mmmm, Don’t stop Hun” Hermione murmured as she rolled over to face Dorothy. They embraced each other’s bodies and mouths, their arms and tongues entwined. Dorothy raised one leg slightly and Hermione slid her hips forward, scissoring her new friend’s legs. Both girls stopped kissing and stared at the other, neither breaking eye contact as they brought their teenage pussies together for the first time.
The girls were mature for their ages and their womanly bodies were accented by hairy mounds, already thickly grown. Dot’s pubic hair was a bright auburn, silky and shining with reds and browns. Hermione had a larger bush, deep brown and curly. Soon both were soaking wet with the other’s juices, matted and messy as the enthusiastic girls ground their inexperienced cunts together. Hermione came first, her body silently shaking, her hands grasping desperately for Dot’s hips. A moment later Dorothy let her orgasm loose, abandoning all self-control. She aggressively humped her friend’s crotch, banging pelvic bones together and letting out a loud yell. Hermione clamped her mouth down onto Dot’s, muffling her scream by shoving her tongue down her friends throat. The two continued to gently gyrate their hips together, willing the moment to last all night.
As she faded into sleep, nestled between the tender breasts of her best friend, everything seemed perfect. Life was new, exciting and foreign, nothing reminded Dorothy of Kansas or her parents, until she met a boy named Harry.