Diplomacy | By : MrPNighttime Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1384 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Gina Gloss--first-year student at Hogwarts, recently assigned Hufflepuff--was already a problem child.
"It's a perfectly decent house, Gina!" Albus Dumbledore paced irritably in front of his office window, lost in thought. "We've never had a student be so vehemently against their placement before. The Sorting Hat is never wrong, you understand, and most children believe in their hearts that its verdict was the correct one--no matter what they say aloud to save face."
"Well, I know what I'm talking about! That hat is old and senile and my Daddy will hear about this! I'm no stupid Hufflepuff. I demand a recount!"
"There was no vote--"
"RECOUNT!"
"Miss Gloss, it's been less than two days! Can't you give your house ano--"
"RECOUNTRECOUNTRECOUNT!"
The ever-patient Headmaster had finally had it. He cursed mildly under his breath, plopped the Sorting Hat onto her head, and left the room to cool off and allow the tiny blonde her privacy.
When the door had slammed shut, it spoke to her, in its wordless fashion. I remember you, child. No student may come to me a second time.
"I don't care!" Gina said aloud, angry and bold. "Just put me in another stupid house already!"
Very well, girl. I can see that one so distrustful of the judgment of others does not belong in loyal Hufflepuff anyway. But if I am to put you in another house . . .
"What do you want from me, you dumb hat?"
. . . you must do this for me.
With this, into Gina's mind came an alien and yet complete knowledge--words, images, sensations--and the girl felt a rush of warmth throughout her body. She felt her thighs loosen slightly even as she shook her head. "My old teacher said--Mrs. Orton, the gym teacher, she's the one who told us about that stuff, she said--"
Mrs. Orton knows nothing of this world. She knows nothing of my desire. With the last word the hat bombarded her young brain once again with that sweet warm feeling, those intriguing suggestions.
Gina slid to the floor wordlessly, propped a chair under the doorknob for the little security it would against an intruding wizard or witch, and perched again on the softly padded stool she had been seated in when she had come to the Headmaster's office with her plea, an hour and a lifetime ago. She was barely a of of her thighs opening shakily, her untrained hands hiking her robes above her calf, above her knee, above her waist. She was ostensibly in control of her body, but in the end she was following the blueprint that had appeared in her mind, and she felt as helpless as if she were hypnotized.
The images were coming faster and stronger with the hat's arousal, and she was not unaffected by what they promised her. By the time she finally lifted it from her head and the images faded into mere memory, Gina had received the best sexual education a child could ask for, and her first finger was inexplicably buried inside herself to the knuckle, shiny with new arousal. It was hardly preparation enough for what she had seen, and she knew it; still, there could be no more waiting, not this time.
The point of the hat seemed to come alive as she brought it to herself. Cloth tip flitted across her soft entrance as if a butterfly had taken up residence within it, flicked back and forth teasingly. Gina bit her lip and moaned, her fingers dancing on the brim of the Sorting Hat with their own strange energy, unwilling to give up this pleasure just yet and ensure her reassignment. A deal, they had a deal. She was doing this for--
The hat carried her to the brink of her first orgasm and then relented.
"H-hey! What's the big idea? God, that was . . . "
Albus approaches; you have denied my pleasure long enough.
"The old man is on his way? Oh no, oh no! What will I do?"
There is yet time. Please, Gina . . . I need . . .
The girl glanced about furtively, took a deep breath, and forced the tip of the hat as deep inside her as she could bear, allowing a moan to escape through her clenched teeth.
Yes, yes . . .
Her hands clutching the brim, Gina pumped roughly into herself with the Sorting Hat. As the sensations heightened she slipped off the stool once again and flung herself down upon the floor, legs as open as she could force them, one hand releasing its white-knuckled grip to creep up her leg and clumsily rub herself in a way which she didn't understand but knew she could never live without again. It was an awkward thing, but that feeling was suddenly all that mattered, and even the hat's now audible moans went unnoticed by the bucking and mewling girl. Something was building inside her, something she needed to dispel quickly as her fingers would let her . . .
The door flew open, the chair landing with a crash and a splinter against the opposite wall. Albus Dumbledore strode into the room powerfully, his face set into a stern expression but his eyes kind--she was only a child, after all, and he was in the wrong to question the instincts of any student. Besides, her father was a rather powerful wizard. "Girl, did that old hat give you what you wanted?"
The exhausted answer came from the floor. "I-I should say so, sir."
Dumbledore glanced down at Gina Gloss--first-year student at Hogwarts, recently assigned Slytherin--and his world went black.
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