Sorority Boys

Four dressed up girls walked into the JKR campus and looked around in awe. They hadn’t had slightest idea how beautiful it really was. All the little houses, white fences and flowery gardens – it was like a front page of some household and gardening magazine.

“Are we in the right place?” asked Ron.

“Yes, I remember once being here. But it was night and everything looked different,” said Blaise.

“So, you are not gay?” sniggered Draco and checked his appearance from a small mirror to make sure all the girly parts were perfect.

“I never was,” hissed Blaise. “There’s the sorority house,” he pointed out to a huge residence that somehow looked like a Barbie dollhouse. Draco grinned as he spotted some girls tanning on the front lawn.

“Right, here we go,” said Harry and took the first step of becoming a seducing lesbian. He walked over to the House and said his sweet hellos to the sunbathing girls and asked if they had seen Hermione Granger.

Ron, Blaise and Draco followed Harry when he walked into the House. The great atrium was decorated with loads of pictures of former presidents of the JKR. All the girls in their golden photo frames waved at them, smiled and giggled and said how beautiful they looked.

“Did you get her room number?” asked Draco when they walked into the common room that was filled with fussing girls who were so excited about the upcoming Friday when they could go to a free KKK party. They all were discussing about pointless things like what color the shoes had to be to match your underwear and so on.

“Um, no. But I guess I know where she is,” said Harry and asked one of the girls if there was some private library.

“Should have known,” muttered Draco, “She’s always hugging some books!”

“You wish it was you?” asked Blaise.

“Of course! With these tits,” he pointed to his huge breasts, “She can hug me for eternity!”

“Riiight,” sneered Ron, “I don’t think she’s into dumb blonds.”

“What?!”

“Lets go,” ushered Harry and showed the way to a secluded part of the House which was a little tower looking over the park. The door was open. Harry still knocked and stepped inside. His girly look was put to a test when Hermione raised her eyes from a book and looked at him.

“Oh, hi. Sorry, I didn’t notice you,” she said and smiled then, “You’re new here, right.”

Harry nodded. The other girls who were with the brunet came forth and joined in the conversation.

“Yes, we just pledged. My name is Drucilla. This is Ronda, Blair and the lanky one is Harriet,” introduced Draco and smiled as brightly as possible.

“Oh, she’s not lanky,” said Hermione and introduced herself as the vice-president of JKR. She stood up and went to hug each and one of them for a warm welcome.

“Do I show you the House, girls?” she asked.

“Oh, how about showing us your bedroom?” asked Draco suggestively. Hermione looked at him and laughed.

“I like you already. I hope you like JKR,” she said and started the tour around the House. She told the history of JKR, told who were the most famous JKR women and of course she told what JKR expected from its members.

The excursion around the campus lasted for few hours and in that time Draco had managed to successfully hint that Drucilla and her friends were all lesbians and were looking for a new plaything.

“And that’s about it,” said Hermione in conclusion when they got back to the House and she wished them all good evening.

“It was lovely,” said Blaise and hugged her, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. Hermione smiled and thanked him. Ron avoided the melodrama but Draco put on a big show of kissing her on the lips.

“Yes, you were right. She is lovely,” he said triumphantly and asked were she’ll sleep that night. Hermione grinned and said she’ll be in the arms of her lover – the president of KKK. Draco scowled. He hadn’t expected that. That little minx was playing double.

When Ronda, Blair and Drucilla had found their rooms, Hermione went after Harriet. She had sensed that Harriet wasn’t feeling 100% okay. Hermione found her on the bridge over the pond in the park. It was getting late and the night promised to come very chilly.

“Harriet,” she called as she stepped closer. Harriet straightened her back and brushed away her tears.

“Oh, what happened? You can tell me, I can help perhaps,” she said and looked at Harriet who was sniffing and couldn’t hold back anymore.

“This… this all is just sooooo… beautiful,” she sobbed. Hermione felt sorry for her and hugged her. Harriet clung to her and rested her head on her shoulder.

“I was just thinking of my life and… oh, I had some very nasty flashbacks from my past… and I realized just how lucky I am that I’m still alive and all,” said Harriet through her tears.

“Were you one of the victims of Lord Voldemort?” Hermione asked quietly.

“Don’t say his name!” shrieked Harriet. “He killed my parents and… my happiness.”

“Oh, you poor little girl,” shushed Hermione and didn’t let her go from her embrace.

Harry was feeling warm and all tingly. If he had been in his own body, this would have been embarrassing. He was having a hard turn on. The hug grew into fondling and the touching became kissing and soon both of them couldn’t stop anymore.