Sorority Boys

“You die young. Next! You’ll marry a prince. Next! So, what are we gonna do?” asked Harry while they were tested in palm reading.

“You didn’t succeed in winning her, Draco proved that also on the first day. So it leaves me and Ron,” said Blaise and looked at the palm of a giggling girl sitting in front of his desk. “You’ll have three children.”

“I thought you were gay,” Draco piped in. He was sitting next to Harry and read a palm of a morbid looking girl with loads of piercings and tattoos. Draco said she was going to be beautiful. And on the next second he was hexed.

“I am not gay,” hissed Blaise.

“Sure but at last night…” started Draco and got hexed again.

“Shut up! I’m not gay! Okay? People, I’M NOT GAY!” he yelled and scared off some giggling girls and got a mad look from his Professor. Draco crawled out of under the table and smoothed his blond hair before taking a seat.

“Riiiiiiight,” he sneered and shut up for a while and took the test seriously again.

“Um, what is it about gays…” Harry wanted to ask but the fierce look on Blaise’s face also shut him up. “Er, moving on. So, today is Friday and the party starts at eight and none of us has her.”

“We will have her right were we want her,” hissed Blaise and turned to look at Ron who was having trouble with a pretty girl in front of him. She was smiling and everything which made Ron even more nervous. Blaise huffed. They were sooooo screwed.
***
Hermione was getting ready for the party in her room when a knock sounded on the door.

“Door is open! Come in!” she called out and went into her wardrobe to find a perfect skirt.

“I only came to ask if I could borrow…” came a voice that soon died out. Hermione looked up and saw Blair. She was staring her with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Yes, Blair? Borrow what?” she asked sweetly and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She had picked a red mini skirt she was trying on while wearing only her lacy underwear and nothing more. Blair bit her lip and calmed herself down a bit.

“Hairspray,” she said, “Drucilla uses a lot of that and…”

“Oh, sure,” she said and skimmed through the tabletop full of perfume bottles, cream cans and loads of other beauty products she sometimes used. Hermione reached down to go through the drawers also while presenting her round ass to Blair.

“You have a tattoo?” said Blair in surprise and stared at the incredibly sexy pink butterfly on her left cheek. Hermione stood up holding the can of hairspray and giggled.

“A magical one. Wanna see? It’s so cute,” said Hermione and showed the butterfly that lazily flapped its pretty wings. Blair looked at the tattoo, then at her ass and then came the need to kiss her round globe. Hermione gasped when Blair drew a long lick over her skin and a small moan escaped her lips. She turned around and looked at flushed Blair standing up.

“I got it done to arouse my boyfriend but he…” said Hermione and sighed sadly, “Neville doesn’t like body art.”

“Oh, but I like. It’s sooo hot,” purred Blair and grinned wickedly. Hermione handed her the hairspray and sent her on her merry way. Closing the door behind Blair, she leaned against it and sighed. Neville had ordered her to remove that tattoo but she had been too stubborn to do that. This had led to less sex because he had trouble seeing her marred skin and Hermione was pushed towards finding satisfaction from somewhere else.
***
Draco was doing his best to get his huge breasts into the braw that was at least three sizes too small. He stuffed them into the cups and looked at them proudly when they stood just under his nose. All big and visible to everyone.

“Are you done already?” asked Ron who was not amused when Draco was playing with his girly body.

“Almost. Now I need to fit into that dress,” he said and started to wiggle into a blood red mini dress. Ron looked away from him because it made him feel very uncomfortable to see half naked Draco with those tits bouncing around everywhere. He just didn’t know what to feel – get a hard on or get really sick.

“You have to hurry,” groaned Ron and tried to manage his curly red hair that was just a menace. Blaise noticed he was in trouble and went to help Ron with his hairdo. Harry was pacing around, waiting for others to get ready so he could get this show on the road.

“Better put your hair up,” suggested Draco and wrestled with the dress, “Then your lovely neck gives you more grace.”

“What?” croaked Ron and looked into the mirror while Blaise was pinning his hair into a bundle of locks. “I’m not going to woo some damn college blokes here! I don’t need grace!”

“But you are our last hope,” said Blaise and added a bright yellow rose into his loose bun, bringing out his vibrantly bright hair color was that didn’t resemble to Irish carrots at all.

“I’m what?”

“Blaise didn’t impress her,” said Draco who had finally got on the dress and was looking for the shoes with high heels. Ron stared at Blaise in the mirror and then at Draco and got even more nervous.

“Oh, Merlin, I’m gonna die!”

“No, you’re not. You just have to linger under Neville’s nose, then woo Hermione and make out with her so he could see you two,” said Harry and looked at Ron who felt like passing out. “And we are all there to support you and watch that everything goes as planned.”

“But I can’t! I’ll do something stupid or…”

“You’ll be fine,” purred Draco and smiled, “You are cute when you are messing up,” he said and gave a big kiss on his cheek. Ron cried out in disgust and wiped off the lipstick smear.

“Don’t do that never again! I’m not gay!”

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”