Harry wasn't entirely convinced 'Da Rules' was anything other than a prank from the twins. Perhaps embarrassing their owner, by revealing their secret desires. The smile widened on his face, at playing up to Fred and George's joke, or even the idea that it was real made his teeth appear in a rare open smile. He decided to fully indulge himself.
Ginny Weasley. He wrote in his tidiest handwriting, tapping the blank page beneath, as various ideas spun enticingly before him.
Ginny is proud of her firm D-cup breasts, and enjoys the attention they bring her. She likes to swim naked in the Loch, enjoying the chill of the water, that tightens her nipples, until they ache for a warming caress. She's fond of teasing the monster, to provoke a caress from a tentacle, and secretly wants her behaviour to be observed.
Across the castle, Ginny was stepping out of the shower. Her body aching from being tensed up on her broom. The endless Quidditch practice was hard work, but she enjoyed working up a sweat. The thought of teasing Harry with her body, a flash of panties, as she sped past, just a little too quickly. She thought of the flustered seeker trying to avoid staring at her plump rear, wondering if she was aware what she'd done. She liked to imagine, as she hunched low and tight, that her broom was Harry's cock, just nestled in her cleavage. Shaking her head, she dismissed those tempting thoughts, she didn't want to have to have another quick shower, just to relax again.
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Still unsure, half-expecting Fred or George to turn up. Harry was getting into the swing of things. It was exhilirating, liberating to write these things down, to indulge himself. He thought of Cho, she exerted a strange fascination over him. Both exotic and vulnerable. She had had a difficult couple of years. The sudden burst of attention, the accusations... the endless gossip and speculation. Harry could certainly sypathise, and he felt she deserved a little recompense for stumbling into the middle of... of everything.
Cho Chang. Even now, he found himself wondering, about other futures, other pasts.
Cho is blessed with a gifted brain, and a body to match. She is confident in herself, body and soul, her uncertainty banished by her experiences. She is proud of her generous bust, and her skills for Hufflepuff are undiminished on the Quidditch pitch.
In the Ravenclaw Tower, Cho was relaxing. As her bust grew larger, she remained oblivious, the girls swelling and spreading, dominating her chest. Resting her head on her hands, she was glad to relieve the strain of her shoulders. Her firm nipples were so sensitive, being delicately cute. It was tough being so petite, and still so curvy, but she was glad to stand out.
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