This choice: Oh Dear, the girls fantasies and dreams also shaped the room. • Go Back...Chapter #7Oh Dear, the girls fantasies and dreams also sh... by: Mr. George   As the four intimate friends entered, Harry took in the magnificent room. On one wall, was a selection of bondage equipment. Leather collars, spreader bars, handcuffs, and paddles, were on the bare stone wall. Opposite this was a simple wooden wardrobe, the doors open revealing a range of clothes, abbreviated maid outfits, slinky sexy version of Quidditch strips, and a host of seductive underwear.
Between these two walls, a massive four-poster bed sat. The bed was big enough for all of them to share. The canopy draped with soft satins, and translucent silks. Harry hadn't had a very clear image in his mind as the room formed. Concentrating more on his fantasies regarding the three girls. It certainly seemed that their thoughts had guided more of the details of the Room of Requirement.
There was a pained hiss snatched from Hermione's lips, and she clutched her arm protectively close to her body.
Ginny and Luna were at her shoulders, murmuring supportive nonsense. Solicitous and friendly. There was movement, in the corner of Harry's eye. Snapping his head around he zoomed in and focused on it. There was movement from the bed. There was already someone beneath the sheets. Sheets that rolled seductively, as a hidden body turned over.
A wild mass of curls surfaced from beneath the sheets, a soft feminine sigh as the head shuffled on the pillow trying to get comfortable. Harry tried to work out who the girl was. Although with her back to the four friends it was beyond hard. Despite this Harry's smile broadened, one of the girls must be bi-curious, and summoned them.
Sidling up to the girls he made his own supportive noises, about whatever was causing Hermione pain. Cautiously, Hermione slid her hand away, revealing to Harry the words etched in her flesh.
'Mudblood'.
The pieces leaped into place, as Harry worked out who was in the bed. Bellatrix LeStrange.
Looking back to the bed, there was the sound of lips smacking as she headed towards consciousness.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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