My eyes openly wandered over the alluring shapes in front of me, drinking in every detail-the gentle bounce of Luna's round ass beneath thin fabric, and the alluring sway of Ginny's hips accentuated by those sinfully tight jeans.
Both of them glanced back, catching my appreciative gaze. Ginny's cheeks reddened immediately, and Luna gave me a soft smile. They giggled softly with each other, sharing some whispered secret, hips swaying more exaggeratedly now, clearly putting on a provocative little show for my benefit.
"You know, if you keep swaying your hips like that, one of you might trip on these stairs," I teased openly, my voice deep with amusement and desire. "Though I promise to catch you."
Ginny threw another heated look over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed deeply, while Luna simply giggled again.
Finally reaching the top, we stood before a sealed wooden door with a raven statue set in its center. Without prompting, the raven opened its beak, voicing a strange and complex riddle.
Ginny and I exchanged puzzled glances, both immediately stumped, but Luna confidently answered it without hesitation. The door swung smoothly inward.
"That's kind of a weird password," I remarked casually.
"Oh, it isn't a password," Luna corrected me softly, stepping inside. "You only get in by correctly answering the riddle. Fail, and you're stuck outside until someone else comes along."
"That sounds terribly inconvenient," I chuckled, following them into the Ravenclaw common room.
The moment we stepped inside, I noted stark differences from Gryffindor's cozy atmosphere. Here, tall windows flooded the space with sunlight, illuminating numerous shelves stuffed full of books. It felt more like a grand private library than a student lounge.
A few Ravenclaw students glanced up curiously at Ginny and me before returning to their quiet reading, clearly uninterested in causing a fuss.
Luna spun gracefully on her heel, facing Ginny directly. "Ginny, would you like to take a shower with me and wash off all the sweat?" Ginny's green eyes widened in surprise, but before she could even respond, Luna's gaze shifted directly to me. "You're welcome to join us as well, Harry," she added calmly.
The bluntness of her invitation sent heat coursing straight downward, and my pants suddenly felt noticeably tighter.
I swallowed hard, briefly imagining the steamy scene-two naked witches, slick with soap, warm water cascading down their soft curves, hands wandering slowly over smooth skin. Luna's thin dress would slide effortlessly from her petite frame, revealing every slender, graceful line of her body, her small, pert breasts and taut pink nipples bare before my hungry eyes. Ginny peeling off those skintight jeans, exposing toned legs and a perfectly rounded ass, naked curves wet and glistening...
Quickly shaking those distracting thoughts away-for now-I forced myself to regain composure.
My eyes flicked across the room, landing suddenly on my aunt Sona. She sat stiffly by the fireplace, flanked by Tsubaki, her queen. Sona's black hair framed her nervous, beautiful face, her pink eyes meeting mine briefly before she squirmed anxiously, her cheeks visibly flushed.
I turned back toward Luna and Ginny. I gently cupped Ginny's flushed cheek, pressing a tender kiss against the softness of her skin, and immediately did the same for Luna. Both witches sighed softly, leaning instinctively into my affectionate gesture.
"You two go ahead without me," I said gently, my voice laced with playful disappointment. "As tempting as that offer is-and believe me, it's killing me to say no-I need to check on my aunt first. I have a feeling she's still pretty embarrassed after yesterday."
Ginny smiled shyly, nodding in understanding, her eyes filled with genuine warmth and just a hint of lingering desire. Luna's lips curled upward slowly, openly teasing as she leaned in close, her voice low enough for only me to hear clearly. "That's too bad, Harry. Perhaps next time we'll help you work up even more sweat to wash off." She winked slyly, then gently grasped Ginny's hand, leading her toward the Ravenclaw girls' dormitories.
Ginny glanced back once more, offering me a playful, inviting smile before disappearing from sight.
Taking a deep breath, trying desperately to calm the aching desire that burned within me-which was hard since I was a devil-I slowly turned and moved across the quiet common room toward Sona.
Her nervous expression relaxed slightly as I approached, and Tsubaki gave me an amused, knowing smile.
"Hey, Aunty Sona," I said warmly, deliberately emphasizing her title just enough to make her blush deepen further. "Everything okay? Or did my mother embarrass you too badly yesterday?"
Sona sighed heavily, sinking deeper into her chair, her slender fingers nervously adjusting her glasses. "She was absolutely impossible," she admitted quietly, looking away shyly. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is having my big sister publicly show off her affection for everyone to see!?"
"No," I admitted with a casual laugh, leaning closer to Sona, my voice lowering to a whisper. "But before she dragged me to lunch yesterday, my dear mother did catch me snogging Hermione in a broom closet-with both of our shirts off. You can imagine how awkward that was."
Sona's pink eyes went wide behind her elegant glasses, her lips parting slightly in shock. Beside her, Tsubaki broke into soft laughter, covering her mouth politely, clearly amused by the scenario.
"You-she caught you half-naked in a broom closet?" Sona sputtered softly, cheeks flushing an adorable shade of crimson as her eyes flickered over my form, no doubt picturing me shirtless.
"She did," I confirmed shamelessly, savoring the subtle, embarrassed curiosity I saw dance briefly in her eyes. "You should've seen Hermione-completely flustered, scrambling to cover herself, blushing down to her chest. Adorable really."
Sona pursed her lips slightly, attempting to appear stern, though the slight hitch in her breathing and the faint shiver along her slender frame betrayed her intrigue. Her pink eyes momentarily flashed with unmistakable jealousy. "I was curious why you missed lunch," Sona murmured quietly, her voice softening with unspoken implications. Her gaze drifted briefly toward the stairwell where Ginny and Luna had vanished moments earlier. "It seems all these pretty human witches have been occupying my dear nephew's time rather thoroughly."
Her tone carried a touch of possessiveness that stirred a rush of heat through me. I smiled, shifting closer until our thighs brushed intimately on the couch, leaning into her space with deliberate slowness. "Well," I whispered suggestively, "we can't have my favorite aunt feeling neglected, can we?"
Before she could respond, I tilted her chin gently upward, capturing her soft, inviting lips in a tender kiss. Sona's breath hitched audibly in surprise, her body tensing momentarily before melting beneath my touch, lips parting instinctively. I deepened our kiss slightly, teasing her mouth open further, savoring her warmth before pulling back, leaving her eyes wide and dazed with confusion and delight.
Immediately, Sona's gaze darted anxiously around the common room, fearful we'd been seen. Fortunately, Ravenclaws seemed particularly engrossed in their studies.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, feigning irritation as she lightly smacked my arm, voice dropping to a fierce whisper, "Harry! Humans aren't nearly as open-minded as devils! We can't have a public relationship like that outside the underworld!"
Chuckling softly, I shrugged playfully, leaning close enough that my breath ghosted across the delicate skin of her neck, raising goosebumps. "Sorry, Sona. You were pouting so adorably, I simply couldn't resist kissing you."
She shuddered visibly, her cheeks flaring deeper red, biting her lower lip shyly at my teasing tone. "You're even worse than Serafall," she complained breathlessly, looking away to hide the vulnerable desire flickering across her lovely features. "Do you know she shoved my face into her breasts in front of the entire school yesterday? How can I possibly show myself after that embarrassment?"
I laughed softly, imagining Serafall's enthusiasm vividly. "No, but I can certainly picture it-definitely sounds like something Mum would do. She loves to show off her affection for you, especially publicly."
Sona groaned, burying her face into her elegant, delicate hands in frustration. Beside her, Tsubaki continued watching our exchange amusedly, her calm demeanor unruffled, eyes sparkling knowingly behind her own glasses.
"Well," I continued lightly, "if it's any consolation, after today nobody will remember your little public embarrassment anyway. You've officially become yesterday's news."
She raised her head. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"
I sighed, leaning back comfortably and lowering my voice as I recalled the disturbing events of earlier. "It seems everyone will probably be gossiping about how I'm some kind of budding psycho serial killer now. They found me standing next to the janitor's dead cat, pinned gruesomely to the wall... Blood everywhere."
Sona's jaw dropped slightly in disbelief.
"Excuse me, Harry, but-what exactly happened?" Tsubaki interjected, her usually serene voice tinted with rare concern.
I proceeded to give them both a detailed explanation about discovering the horrific scene with Ginny and Luna, describing the bloody message dripping down the stone walls, the creepy atmosphere, and Filch's enraged reaction-including his insane attempt to stab us with that rusty blade.
Sona and Tsubaki listened intently, their expressions growing progressively more disturbed.
"That's horrible," Sona finally murmured when I'd finished, eyes wide with genuine worry. Her fingers instinctively reached out, gripping my hand firmly in silent support. "Who would do such a dreadful thing?"
I shook my head slowly, unable to provide a satisfying answer. "I honestly don't know. Still," I added, shifting back to a more playful tone as I squeezed Sona's slender hand reassuringly, "it's certainly taken the spotlight off you and Serafall."
She sighed deeply, offering me a hesitant smile, clearly grateful for the distraction despite the grim circumstances. "I suppose you're right. Though I'd prefer not having you accused of something so vile just to spare my pride."
"Fair enough," I agreed softly, chuckling gently.
...I ended up sitting comfortably with Sona and Tsubaki for the next half-hour, just casually chatting about their classes, Hogwarts life, and how things had gone for them so far. Sona decided on playing chess to pass the time, which I soon realized was a mistake.
Sona absolutely demolished me, effortlessly controlling the game with a smug smirk on her pretty face.
I gave it my best effort, but clearly strategic board games were not my strength.
Tsubaki sat close by, occasionally giggling softly at my hopeless attempts to counter Sona's clever moves. She seemed perfectly amused just watching me squirm under Sona's dominating strategy. My aunt's slender fingers moved elegantly over the board, guiding each piece into position with the same confident precision she seemed to display in everything else she did.
Watching her play was mesmerizing, even if it meant me getting utterly destroyed in chess.
"You know, you could go easy on me," I teased lightly as she took another of my pieces effortlessly. "I am your favorite nephew after all."
She glanced up with a playful yet superior expression, adjusting her glasses with a subtle flick of her wrist. "Harry, going easy on you wouldn't be nearly as much fun," she remarked coolly. After a few more moves-ending in my inevitable defeat-Sona laughed warmly, leaning back with satisfaction. "That's checkmate, dear nephew," she announced smugly.
I sighed dramatically, feigning deep disappointment. "I demand a rematch at some point. Preferably when I've learned how this game actually works."
"I'm sure you'll improve eventually," she replied with gentle teasing. "Though it may take a decade or two."
"Well, maybe if my opponent wasn't so distractingly beautiful, I might be able to concentrate better," I responded, giving her a meaningful look that made her blush deeply.
Tsubaki giggled beside her, covering her lips politely. Even though I was getting teased relentlessly, spending time like this was a pleasant distraction.
Before she could retort, the soft sound of footsteps drew our attention toward the staircase. Ginny and Luna descended slowly, both wrapped in their Hogwarts robes. Their hair was still slightly damp from the shower, strands sticking lightly to their flushed cheeks and necks. My eyes instinctively lingered over their fresh appearances.
Ginny caught my appreciative stare immediately, a teasing smile crossing her lips. She deliberately adjusted her robe, pulling the fabric tighter around herself to emphasize her perky breasts and slim waist. Luna seemed oblivious at first, but then her eyes flickered up to mine, catching my gaze with a sly little smirk that told me she was fully aware of the effect she had on me.
As they approached, the conversation shifted to tonight's dinner and Dumbledore's upcoming announcement. I wondered out loud what it could possibly be about.
"Oh," Sona said, blinking at me in surprise. "Did Serafall really not tell you?"
I shook my head, leaning forward with genuine interest. "All I know is she donated another ridiculous amount of money to Hogwarts. She never told me why."
Sona laughed lightly, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Of course she did. It wasn't random, though. My absolutely insane sister-your equally insane mother, by the way-decided she couldn't possibly wait an entire month to watch her beloved So-tan and precious Harry-kun participate in this tournament. She literally bribed Dumbledore to move it up by a full month. The delegations from France and Bulgaria should be arriving tonight for the feast."
My eyes widened at her words. "The Triwizard Tournament is happening a month earlier? So those schools from France and Bulgaria-"
"Will arrive tonight, yes," Sona confirmed with an amused look.
"Fleur and Gabrielle are going to be here tonight?" I asked eagerly, hardly bothering to hide my enthusiasm. I didn't think I'd be seeing them for an entire month!
Immediately, three pairs of eyes narrowed dangerously on me. Ginny muttered something under her breath about "slutty French veelas," her voice laced with jealousy. Sona's expression clearly mirrored Ginny's sentiment, arms crossed tightly beneath her chest, pushing her generous curves upwards in an unintentionally tempting way. Luna tilted her head slightly, her dreamy expression suddenly sharper as well.
