Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were alone in the Hogwarts Common room between classes, talking about the events involving their last lesson.
"...yeah, Malfoy was as narky as ever! Bet he's mad that Goyle messed up and gave us the chance to earn those ten points for Gryffindor." Ron laughed, poking fun at their mutual rival.
"True, although we never could've scored those points without Hermione's help. I doubt anyone else knew the answer to Mcgonnigal's question." Harry responded, praising Hermione for her abundance of knowledge on all things magical.
"Bullocks, she's not so great. I could have gotten the answer too, you know. If you gave me a little time to look it up." Ron fought back, mumbling the last part under his breath, not wanting to risk being overheard by Hermione. She could already have a big head at times.
"Yeah, right." Harry sarcastically, as both boys started laughing. Unfortunately, their good time did not last for long as Ron and Harry both inexplicitly began to shrink on the couch, stifling their once cheery laughter.
The whole process happened so fast that there wasn't even time for the pair of boys to exchange words. They just shrunk, all the way down to an inch tall each, trapped on the couch without wands or brooms to help them safely climb down.
"Harry‽," Ron yelled worriedly across the couch cushion.
"Ron!" Harry yelled back as the two boys ran towards the middle of the cushion to talk and compare notes.
"Bloody hell, what happened to us, Harry?" Ron asked, fishing for an explanation.
"I don't know, Ron, but we should find Hermione. I'm sure she could help us," Harry responded, relying on his new friend's knowledge to help grow them back to human/wizard size.
Then, as if on cue, the door opened, allowing passage for a young Hermione Granger, carrying a stack of books she had just checked out of the library nearly a foot tall, which the muggle-born witch referred to as 'light-reading'.
"Yeah, if she doesn't squash us with her giant bum!" Ron yelled, pointing at the gigantic miss Granger as she took short strides towards the couch, towering over her two classmates.
"Run for it!" Harry yelled, breaking into a sprint with Ron not far behind. Hermione glanced down but didn't seem to see them running, but nobody could fault her for that. They were essentially the size of bugs to her now. Meaning they could easily squash them if she were so inclined.
Of course, Hermione was still quite capable of doing that accidentally as she dropped the books towards the couch cushion Ron and Harry were running on. The words "An Anthology of Eighteenth-Century Charms" flashed before Harry's eyes before *whump*.
The books landed with a crash, knocking Harry and Ron back to the center of the cushion directly in front of a towering Hermione Granger, seemingly unaware of the two tiny students rolling on the couch, only a few inches below the hem of her skirt.
She turned her back to the boys, fluttering her skirt as she prepared to sit down all in one fluid and graceful motion, revealing the back of her plain white knickers to the two boys, hugged tightly against her skin.
"Hermione wai-" was all Harry had the chance to yell before the full-weight of Hogwarts brightest First-Year landed directly on top of them, burying them both separately under one of her rear cheeks.
She didn't seem to notice their presence beneath her as she rolled her hips in a downward spiral attempting to make herself comfortable. Luckily, Harry and Ron's bodies made that a lot easier since they were surprisingly comfortable for Hermione's butt cheeks. Their only purpose at that moment was to serve as her cushions.
The giant bushy-haired girl's weight was heavy enough to restrain them. However, it wasn't so overpowering that they had to worry about turning into red streaks on her rear end. Although, most of that was due to the nature of Hermione's pliable butt flesh flexing around their bodies.
Ron was the lucky one, his body enduring the weight of Hermione's left cheek through the barrier of her cotton white undergarments, satisfied that something was between him and her unforgiving cheek.
Unfortunately, Harry wasn't so lucky as he found his face buried deep into Hermione's buttcheek, enduring vicious skin-to-skin contact with the rolling hill as it sought to fill in every available crevice between the bookworm and her cushion.
The boys tried to struggle, but it was no use. Hermione's bottom was just too powerful, and like its owner, it excelled at putting people in their place. "Right then." Hermione's voice boomed over the two boys, echoing through her skin as she spoke, grabbing one of the books to settle in to begin her reading.
The additional weight was hardly noticeable to an ordinary witch or wizard. But at their size, Harry and Ron felt the significance of every ounce as it forced Hermione's butt to sink deeper into the couch cushion. However, no matter how deep they dropped, there was nowhere they could hide from the presence of Hermione Granger's buttocks.
The young brown-haired girl's butt ruled over their entire world, tossing them back and forth underneath her as she leaned back, allowing the entirety of her weight to rest on their little bodies. Harry was fully exposed to Hermione's butt flesh during this experience as she tossed one leg over the other.
Conversely, Ron had become tangled under the cotton fabric of Hermione's knickers as they retreated towards the center of her weight, under her buttcrack. This exchange resulted in the formation of a massive wedgie, dragging Ron along the curves of her cheek as her undergarment wrapped over him.
The room went dead silent outside the very faint sound of Hermione's finger dragging along the page, mouthing the words she read, becoming excited as her knowledge of magic grew larger and larger still. The page turned, and Hermione repeated the process over the next twenty minutes. Meanwhile, Ron and Harry endured the pressure of their friend sitting on them.
Harry's fingers could barely twitch underneath Hermione's warm skin. He'd spent so long underneath her that he actually convinced himself that he was starting to stick to her buttcheek. And he was right, although he didn't have it nearly as bad as Ron, who had become wrapped up in a cocoon-shaped knot in Hermione's wedgie.
What fate awaits the boys next?
1. Harry can't take it anymore and finally opens his mouth to bite Hermione's buttcheek, at tremendous risk to himself, as she becomes infuriated by the sharp pain.
2. Some rowdy Gryfinndor students enter the common room, forcing Hermione to pick up and leave with Harry stuck to her buttcheek and Ron trapped in her wedgie.
3. Hermione stands up and knocks Harry off her butt cheek, revealing that she knew they were shrunk the entire time, as part of an expiriement with the shrinking charm -Reducio.
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