A Coven of Prefects

A/N: Those wondering where the HP is in this HP fanfic should be patient.  He's going to show up at the start of next chapter.  Just need to do some more stage setting, and find something for a room full of naked witches to do....

This is an NC-17 worthy chapter. There will be an edited M version on ff.net within the next day.  The Harmony, portkey-compliant version might take a bit longer, for obvious reasons.

Disclaimer: Not my Characters, No Money Being Made, etc., etc. 

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Chapter Two : So Now that You're a Member of the Coven...

At the conclusion of the initiation ceremony, Hermione and Padma made a beeline towards the row of silk dressing gowns that hung from hooks along one wall. Hermione half-expected Pansy to be hot on their heels, teasing her about the need to cover her abysmally flat chest, but when she turned around she spied the still-naked Slytherin on the other side of the room.

"Who's the blonde that Pansy's talking with?" asked Hermione.

"Don't know," replied Padma, following her companion's gaze. "My family is clearly not a part of her social circle."

The black-haired witch then looked beyond Pansy and smiled. Hannah Abbott had also forgone the immediate benefits of covered bits, and gone straight to Becky, the seventh-year prefect. Only a few words of reassurance appeared necessary for the two Hufflepuff witches to lock themselves into a tight embrace.

"Well that's nice to see," said Padma, as she pointed the couple out to Hermione.

"Yeah, but how much more will they show us if they keep at that?" asked Hermione.

The Ravenclaw giggled as she reached behind her Gryffindor lover and squeezed her arse."You know that you like to watch…just admit it."

"Hey!" Hermione scolded, as she swatted the hand away.

"Relax, luv," Padma said with a sweep of her other arm. "Can't you see that we're amongst friends?"

When Hermione looked around the room she was forced to agree. Hannah and Becky weren't the only witches who were rekindling old friendships and exploring new ones with very public displays of affection.

"Now," Padma snarked. "if we could only convince some of the witches who should be covering themselves to wear their robes, the view would be perfect.”

"Padma!"

"Am I wrong?" her lover asked. "Though…it's nice to see that at least a few of the hard bodies are still on display."

"Should I be jealous right about now?"

"Of course not," Padma replied sweetly. "You're on the top of my `looks better naked' short-list."

"Lying only makes it worse, you know," replied Hermione.

"I am not lying," Padma stated firmly.

"Then you've turned a blind eye to Cho Chang," Hermione hissed. She stared across the room at the nude sixth-year prefect, who was presently chatting up Pomona Sprout. "There ought to be a law against tits that big on a frame that small."

"Oh, Hermione," the Ravenclaw sighed. "Do I need to prove how much I love your breasts by pulling open your robe and worshipping them with my tongue?"

Pulling the front of her robe more closely together, Hermione shook her head.

"Oh quit being so modest," Padma chided, as she reached over and tweaked one of Hermione's covered nipples. "Take a look around, and tell me that that you don't  belong on my `wish she were naked' list?"

The fifth-year Gryffindor slapped the tweaking fingers away and rolled her eyes. But even as she insisted that Padma add herself to her list, she was forced to admit that her girlfriend had a small point. Most of the Coven hadn't bothered with covering themselves as they broke into small groups and engaged in small talk. And many of the witches who had taken robes down from the hooks hadn't bothered to tie them, leaving wide, continuous swaths of exposed flesh down their fronts.

"Well," Hermione said in assessment, "they all look pretty good to me, especially considering how old some of them are." She nodded towards a grey-haired witch and added, "I can only hope my arse is that firm when I'm her age."

"I hope that it is too," Padma grinned. "You still are a babe in the woods, aren't you luv? Magic is the cure-all for saggy breasts and cellulite."

Hermione sighed, and look down towards her chest. "So why, then, isn't there a potion to grow tits?"

Her lover smiled as she reached back and covered Hermione's left breast with her opened right hand."Again with the poor self-esteem…I like them this way, Hermione," she cooed. "Besides, would you trust Snape to brew that potion for you?"

"Padma!" Hermione hissed, slapping away her hand.The Ravenclaw giggled as she dropped the offending hand to her side and tightly grabbed hold of Hermione's.

"Relax, luv," she whispered, as she pulled herself against Hermione and nuzzled against her neck. "Who's going to notice?"

Hermione's eyes went wide as she pushed Padma away."

My Head of House, for one," the Gryffindor wined. "And she's heading this way now."

Padma looked over her shoulder, then turned back and smirked.

"Nice pussy."

"Padma!"

"What? I was talking about her tattoo.".

The fifth-year Gryffindor raised herself onto her toes so that she could see over Padma's shoulder. To her great surprise, her open-robed Head of House did have a magically-animated tattoo...a crotch-level tabby cat, who was perched on top of the Professor's unruly triangular mound of hair.

Hermione almost died when the small cat pounced, and swatted at a few stray pubes as if they were a ball of yarn.

She really almost died when she looked up and realized that McGonagall had caught her staring.

The Transfiguration smiled slyly, as she closed the distance between them and closed the front of her robes.

"Hermione, I trust, for Padma's sake, that you were admiring my tabby tattoo?"

"Erm…yes, of course, Professor," Hermione stammered, as she inspected the condition of her own toenails.

"None of that formality here, if you please," the Professor stated. "Coven members use their sister's given names…at least when it is safe to do so."

"Yes, Profess…erm, Minerva."

"That's better," the Gryffindor head said. "Now, would you allow this old witch the honor of welcoming you into the coven with a hug?"

Hermione smiled, and nodded her head (after she reassured herself that the robes they each wore were appropriately concealing).

"You too, Padma," the Transfiguration Professor declared, pulling the Ravenclaw into a separate embrace.

"Oh, there's so much to talk about...but we'll have plenty of time for that. I should introduce you to the alumnae before we sneak them back out of the castle."

"Sneak them out, Profess..erm, Minerva?" Hermione asked.

Her Head of House nodded. "It wouldn't do for the Headmaster to wonder why fifty witches descend upon the castle on the first day each school year."

"So…where are we?" Padma asked, taking a good look around the room.

"The Coven's Lounge," McGonagall replied. "When we aren't performing initiations it serves as your female prefect's lounge, protected by Male-Repelling Wards that affect anyone with a penis."

"So that includes the Headmaster, then?" Padma snarked.

"Do you think that I'd really be in a position to know?" the Assistant Headmistress teased.

"Erm, no…not really."

"Well I strongly suspect that he does, in any event," Minerva replied.  "But even if he didn't...there's the castle to fall back on."

"The Castle?"

Minerva nodded. "Over the years the Coven has enlisted the help of Hogwarts herself to keep the Coven's secrets."

"Hogwarts, herself?" asked Hermione. "As in, the castle is sentient, Hogwarts, herself?"

Minerva smiled. "Yes…it is semi-sentient, at least. The castle serves the Headmaster, just like the portraits in his office. They can commune, or at least Albus claims that they commune, on matters affecting the castle's security and its wards."

"But it keeps quiet about the Coven, and this room?"

The Transfiguration Professor smiled. "At the time of its construction, each of the Four Founders sacrificed a small part of their own souls to make Hogwarts come alive. And since one of the female Founders loved to lick cauldrons..."

"Really?" asked Hermione. "Which one?"

Minerva patted her young charge on the shoulder and nodded towards a bank of bookshelves."You'll find the answer within the Coven's library, Hermione," she said with a smile. "There's enough there to support a hundred Masteries in Witch's Studies, were the Ministry ever to recognize the value of such a course of study."

Hermione's eyes began to glaze over as she gravitated towards the rows of ancient tomes.

"Down, girl!" said Padma, pulling on Hermione's arm as if it were a leash.

"Yes, dear," Hermione sighed.

"Later, Hermione...plenty of time later," added her Head of House.The older witch then led the two towards their first introductions...an ancient witch who said that she expected great things from Padma and Hermione when she returned at the end of the school year to proctor their O.W.L.s. From there they moved onto a Chaser that played for the Harpies, then to the Matriarch of the House of Cadwell. These interactions spanned the next ninety minutes oftime, and involved all four of the new initiates, with Professor Vector shepherding Hannah and Pansy around the room.

It was, Hermione later reflected, a rather eclectic group…not just in terms of professions, or social status, but with respect to "Light" and "Dark." The latter was no more starkly illustrated by the last two to be introduced by the Assistant Headmistress.

"Padma, Hermione," Minerva said, "allow me to introduce you to Amelia Bones and Narcissa Malfoy."

Hermione Granger was mesmerized by jiggling breasts as she shook the blonde witch's hand. She would have never thought she'd have reason to be jealous of Draco Malfoy. But then again, she would have never thought that she'd be shaking hands with his near-naked mum and staring at her brilliant tits.

The smartest witch in her generation knew that all witches breast-fed their children, no matter how rich or aristocratic they were. The expressed milk carried trace amounts of the mother's magic, and was thought necessary to stimulate the growth of the child's magical core. So it stood to reason that baby Draco had spent a lot of time doing what Hermione was now fantasizing about doing...suckling on Narcissa's gravity-defying breasts and nibbling on her nearly translucent pink nipples.

It took her lover's whispered words and the tickling of her warm breath against her ear to divert her attention.

"So should I be the jealous one, now?" asked Padma.

Hermione shook her head, and gathered her wits. She was glad to see that both Padma and Narcissa looked more bemused by Hermione's stare than angry.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Hermione," purred the Malfoy Matriarch, as she gave the younger witch's hand a firm squeeze, and caressed the back of the hand with her thumb.

"I'm sorry, Narcissa, but I didn't realize that we've met before," Hermione replied.

The taller witch smiled and pulled the sides of her opened robe tightly against her chest. Adopting a dismissive expression that looked as if something foul-smelling was perched under her nose, she then asked, "Perhaps this might refresh your memory?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "Of course...you were in the boxes at the Quidditch World Cup last year."

When Mrs. Malfoy gave a confirmatory nod, Hermione added, "But you look so different that way, so much more..."

"Haughty and irritated?"

"Erm, well..."

Narcissa smiled and dropped the grip on her robes, which allowed both her warm expression and her magnificent breasts to return to view.

"I'm afraid that I always look irritated when I'm within twenty yards of my husband."

"Oh...really?" asked Hermione. "Does that mean that..."

Narcissa shot her hand out and stopped Hermione mid-question with a firm grasp of her arm."In a moment, dear," she told the younger witch. She then turned to the Assistant Headmistress, who'd watch the exchange with great interest, and asked, "Have you finished bringing these two lovely witches around for introductions, Minnie?"

The Gryffindor Head of House snorted when Hermione gasped at the familiarity of Narcissa's question.

"I am indeed, Cissy."

"Then would you allow me to steal your young charge away for a few moments? I'd be more than happy to give Hermione the complete tour of our little lair."Minerva's eyes narrowed as she quietly assessed Narcissa's intentions.

Amelia Bones had been exchanging a greeting with Padma, even as she monitored the exchange between Narcissa and Hermione.

"Excuse me for a moment dear," she asked the Ravenclaw. Amelia then turned towards the Assistant Headmistress and said, "I'll be more than happy to stay by Cissy's side as she completes Padma's and Hermione's tour."

McGonagall frowned, turned towards Hermione, and reluctantly replied, "I'll leave it to them to decide."

Hermione bit her lower lip. There was some heady politics at play here, and she didn't like feeling as if she were a piece in a chess match.

"So now I know how Harry must feel at times," she thought to herself.

Amelia tried to expedite the decision by stepping forward and whispering into Hermione's ear. The younger witch was only mildly distracted by the fact that this act placed the naked breasts of the most powerful witch within the Ministry of Magic against her arm.

"There is much more to Cissy than her status as the Lady Malfoy," stated Amelia. "She and I both need to talk with you privately before we leave tonight, and the tour will present the perfect place to speak where prying ears can't here."

Hermione squinted in confusion. She turned her head so that she could whisper a response into the older witch's ear."Why are we whispering? Can't you just cast a privacy or silencing charm?"

Amelia's eyes sparkled, and nudged Hermione's cheek with her nose so that she could whisper back."If you haven't already noticed, I've no place to store my wand."

Hermione glanced down at the MLE Director's nude form. Amelia was one of the witches who hadn't even bothered to drape and opened robe over her shoulders.The elder witch used the time spent glancing to finish her whispered sales pitch.

"Hermione, I promise you that you and Padma will be safe, and that you can trust Narcissa."

Hermione frowned, and pulled the older witch into a whisper-friendly hug."Why do you trust the wife of Lucius Malfoy, Director Bones?"

Amelia nodded and smiled. Deciding that her reply was worthy of sharing, she took a step back. Speaking quietly enough for only their little group to hear, she replied, "Because even though Cissy knows where I sleep at night, the only thing that she's ever attacked me with is her tongue."

The look of surprise on the faces of the two younger witches was surpassed only by the Assistant Headmistress's gobsmacked expression."Amelia? You and...You and Cissy?" Minerva stammered.T

he MLE Director turned towards the Lady Malfoy, shrugged her shoulders, and reached out her hand."We knew that this might be necessary, luv."

Mrs. Malfoy snorted. "Yes, but as long as it is necessary, I'm not going to settle for just holding hands…"

As the blonde witch moved closer to kiss her monocle-wearing secret lover, Amelia kept her distance.

"Save it for later, sweetheart…no need to get reckless."

The Lady Malfoy pouted. "But hardly anybody else waited," she replied with a sweep of her hand.

The MLE Director looked about the room, and noticed several couples that were intently coupling.

"Hardly anyone else has as much to lose as either of us either, Cissy," she whispered.

"Alright," whined the blond-haired witch. "But you owe me a different kind of tongue lashing later on."

"Which I'll happily provide, dear," Amelia said in quiet reply.

Hermione Granger had followed this back-and-forth risking the entrance of nargles into her opened mouth. She was forced to close it when the secret lovers both turned towards her.

"Well?" asked Narcissa.

Hermione paused, then turned towards Padma. When the Ravenclaw witch shrugged and nodded her head, Hermione turned back towards the Headmistress and said, "We'll be find…go ahead, Prof….Minerva. Or is it Minnie?"

The Transfiguration Professor snorted. "Don't push your luck, Hermione."

With one more questioning glance towards Amelia Bones (that was answered by a head nod), the Head of Gryffindor House hugged the two young witches and retired for the night.

"Right, then," said Narcissa firmly, as she grabbed Hermione's hand. "Let's give you two the grand tour."

As Amelia took Padma's hand and followed closely behind, the Lady Malfoy pulled Hermione forward at a very brisk pace."So, we're presently in the Coven's Lair...this main area will ordinarily be set up like a common room, with desks and comfy chairs. Moving on, this is the lavatory..."

Hermione tried to peak into the lav as the older witch pushed its door open, but was prevented by the tug on her arm and Narcissa's strident pace.

"So that's the lavatory, and here's the last part of the tour...the Private Dining Room."

Draco's mother turned the gold handle that was mounted on the green door and pushed in, dragging Hermione into a space that looked, smelled, and sounding nothing at all like the Great Hall at dinnertime.

The large, low-ceilinged room was dark, and illuminated by only a handful of scented candles. Hermione heard a soft moan from behind her, and smiled at what she knew was her lover's reaction to the room's heady mixture of aromas...sandalwood, jasmine, and…sex. Her single moan joined a chorus of polyphonic groans, moans, and shrieks that came from cumming in different parts of the room.

Instead of tables and chairs, there were plush carpets and soft pillows. Instead of uniformed students sorted by house, there were naked witches sorted only by orientation. And instead of forks and knives, there were...well, from Hermione's standpoint there was no equivalent of forks and knives, since the kind of eating that was taking place in the room didn't require utensils (unless you labeled the toys some were using on each other as such).

"So, ladies, this is our Private Dining Room," said Narcissa to the two new Coven members. "The Room has rules and traditions to be followed, just like the Great Hall...although the rules themselves are quite dissimilar."

"Why am I not surprised?" Hermione asked, as she tried hard not to stare at the threesome writhing closest to the door.

"The first rule is...what happens in the Dining Room, stays in the Dining Room...it's part of the secrecy vows you took earlier tonight.

"Does that include unintentional disclosures, say from use of veritaserum or a Legimens attack?" Padma asked.

"Yes," replied Amelia Bones. "Don't worry, you'll be given Occlumancy lessons over the next few weeks."

"Second rule," Narcissa stated. "Abandon clothing, all ye who are about to enter."The Malfoy matriarch backed up her statement by shrugging off her opened robed and letting it drop to the ground.

"No need to delay, ladies," the blonde witch stated, gesturing towards the closed robes that still covered Hermione and Padma.

The two younger witches looked at each other and shrugged, as they untied their robes and let them fall to their feet.

"Lovely, just lovely," Narcissa said with a wide grin.

"What's lovely?" Hermione quipped. "Our compliance with the rules, or the sight of our naked bodies?"

"Must I make a choice?" the Malfoy matriarch replied brightly, her eyes darting back and forth between the two students as if there were more than one choice to be made.

"Hem-hem," interrupted Amelia, using her best imitation of her least-favorite Wizengamot colleague.

"Must you remind me of that loathsome toad?" Narcissa asked.

"The third and final rule, Cissy?" asked Amelia.

"Yes, yes...the third and final rule of the Dining Room involves hospitality. Any Coven member that enters the room alone will be invited to dine with somebody else."

"Enforced group sex?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not necessarily," interjected Amelia. "More like shared sex...if there are only couples, then she'd be invited into a three-way. But if there are already groups of three or more, somebody from one of the groups could peel off and pair up with the single.

"Which is about to happen if the four of us don't soon pair up or form our own group," Cissy noted.

"But we're always free to leave the room, or to decline an offer, right?" asked Hermione.

"Always free to leave…of course," Cissy replied. "But we don't care for gawkers, and it's bad form to turn down a willing offer."

"So, we should..."

"So we should pair up, or form a group of four, and continue our conversation as we pretend to lock lips."

"Why pretend, Amelia?" Cissy asked with a grin.

"It'd be hard for you to talk to Hermione if my lips were locked with yours, wouldn't it?" asked the MLE Director.

"Depends on which of my lips you were clamped down on, sweetheart."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Is this really necessary?"

"What?" asked Narcissa. "Are you telling me that you're going to pass on the chance to snog your girlfriend senseless while I fondle your breasts and whisper the Dark Lord's secrets into your ear?"

"Oh, you make it sound so romantic," snarked Amelia. She stepped forward, grabbed the blonde witch's hand, and turned back to the younger witches.

"Padma, Hermione, nobody is forcing you two to share...why don't you just couple up for now, and if you want to snog, find a spot to snog next to Cissy and me?"

Hermione cocked an eyebrow in askance.

Padma pursed her lips for a moment, then let them relax into a smile. She reached out and once again tweaked a nipple that was now uncovered and hard.

"I'd ask if all of this making you as horny as I am right now, but your body is already giving me an answer."

"What if I'm just cold?" asked Hermione.

Padma grinned. "Then I'd have to find a warm place for my fingers to check your temperature."

Hermione's eyes sparkled as she grabbed her lover's hand."I'm really cold, then...let's find a place for you to fuel my fever."

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Hermione and Padma had never been shy when it came time to sharing their bodies with each other, so no ground was broken as Padma slipped two slickened fingers into and out of her lover, and lavished her lover's breasts with her tongue. But the public part of their lovemaking…that was new and different. And rather exciting, given the brazenness of it all.

Hermione was sitting on a low-rise bench along one side of the Dining Room, with her back against the wall and her lover kneeling between her spread legs. The outside of her left knee rested against the outside of Cissy Malfoy's left thigh...the blond witch faced Hermione, hunched over on her knees and with her elbows propped up on the bench. Every once in a while, Draco's MILF squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her bum back into Amelia Bones's face, as the MLE Director gave a promised tongue lashing from behind.

And all this, because Narcissa had a favor to ask Hermione.

Given the situation, the conversation was brief and to the point.

"So...sum-mmmmmh!...summarize," panted Hermione. "You...hate husband...always have...arranged-d-d-d-Doh! Padma!...arranged marriage."

"Yesssss!" Narcissa replied.

"Lucius...gone round bend...You-know-who…back again...again, Padma...Please, again!...sorry…"

"S'okay," Narcissa gasped.

"Want...help...want...divorce...need help..Sirius...Head?"

"Yes, Oh, Sweet...Morgana's Tits...Yes, that's good head!!!!"

Hermione stopped her summary and allowed the older witch to ride out a powerful orgasm. Padma used the break in conversation to her own ends, and replaced the thumb that had been caressing Hermione's clit with her teeth.Hermione fell over her own edge at first contact. With eyes closed tight, she squeezed Padma's head between her thighs and weathered the involuntary body tremors with shouted endearments and labored breaths.

By the time that the fifth-year Gryffindor got her breathing under control and opened her eyes, her leg was resting against a different witch's thigh.

"My turn," Amelia said, as she leaned forward and propped her elbows on the bench next to Hermione.

"To talk or to cum?"

"Both, hopefully."

"Is it something that you could tell Padma while I return her favors?"

Amelia smiled and shook her head. "Not enough time to provide background, I'm afraid…Cissy works fast, especially when she's a naughty-little witch and sticks her finger up my bummmmm!"

"Like that, sweetheart?" Narcissa asked from behind.

Amelia just shook her head in wonderment, and turned her head towards Padma. "Can Hermione make it up to you later, hon?"

"Sure," the light-brown-skinned witch replied, as she took a break from her efforts and rested her head against Hermione's inner thigh.

"Thanks, Padma. So, Hermione...Dolores Umbridge is a complete bitch, but also a very dangerous witch. She's so deep inside Fudge's pocket there's no room for...mmmmmmm!"

"Don't think I want to imagine Umbridge moaning like that inside Fudge's pocket," Hermione quipped.

"Yes, well...she's…not in Coven…couldn't be a prefect with only three Oh-oh-oh!"

"Three O.W.L.s?"

"Yes, thanksssss…" the monocle-less witch hissed. "Feels so good, Cissy...Susan, my niece...afraid to ask for help...might...not know…"

"Susan might not know what, Amelia?"

"Umbridge...making a run at Harry Potter. Already has tried...wants to finish-sh-sh-sh-i-t! that feels good, Cissy...Hermione...you're Harry's...friend...need to help...protect...tell me."

"You want me to be your eyes and ears in the castle?"

"Yes...don't trust Headmaster."

"But what about Minerva?"

"Being closely watched...has to protect...position to help...female students...caught…"

"She's not going to make waves for fear of being sacked."

"She wants to…coven needs her there...all costs…"

"But how will I contact you?"

"Prefect's badge...special...charm…two-way commmmm…...cummm...I'm going to cummmm…"

"Two-way communication device?"

"Yesssss...ask Minerva…tomorrow..."

"Okay, I will," Hermione promised. "So is there anything else, Amelia?"

"Nothing that can't wait...not you, Cissy, keep going!"

Hermione smiled, and reached down to squeeze the MLE Director's hand."Fair enough," she said. "Now if you'll excuse me, Amelia, I've got work to do."

Amelia could only manage a smile and a wink of her eye in reply, as Narcissa began to pick up the pace of her ministrations.Hermione reached down in between her legs and caressed Padma's cheek.

"So what do you think, luv?" she asked. "Want to try it their way?"

"You mean with your finger up my arse?"

Hermione grinned. "Up to you."

The Ravenclaw prefect chuckled as she flipped around and propped herself against the bench. She kissed her lover deeply, then gave a nod towards the orgasmic bliss on the MLE Director's face.

"Why mess with a winning formula?"

Hermione chuckled as she swung around behind Padma and spread her arse cheeks wide for a good look at her target. Narcissa Malfoy pulled her face back from her work zone and cracked a wicked grin at the sight.

"Need a map to know where you're going, dear?"

Hermione turned towards Cissy, and furrowed her brow. She wasn't about to be shown up by Narcissa Bloody Malfoy, even if she was now a Coven sister. So she smiled, shook her head, and reached towards the witch's face.

Cissy was stunned when her young counterpart swiped an index finger across her muff-moistened face. The stunning turned into stunned speechlessness when Hermione pushed the finger in between Narcissa's lips, and swirled it inside Narcissa's mouth.

Hermione pulled her finger back, and placed the tip against Padma's puckered opening. She then turned back towards Narcissa.

"Thanks for the help, Cissy...I knew where I was going...just needed some lube to get there."

Draco's mum watched as Hermione buried her slickened finger up to the first nuckle, and listened to Padma's moaned response. She was kept from any additional watching and listening when her own partner impatiently pushed her bum back into her face. Cissy turned, and returned to her work.

Amelia Bones moaned in pleasure when her lover began to hum while she licked. She thought that it was some tune she'd heard on the Wireless.

Only Narcissa knew the truth...it wasn't a song, but a rant.

A muttered rant over the bold cheekiness of a certain Gryffindor dyke.