Breakfast

the Great Hall

At first glance, everything seemed more or less boringly normal when Lavender entered the Great Hall. Well, except for the new uniforms of course. Sadly, most Witches had tried to pull their cloaks tightly over their bodies, but Lavender was happy to see some Witches just sat there, drinking in the lustful attention! She caught a glimpse of Susan Bones at the Hufflepuff table trying to cover up her large breasts, but the cloak was just not big enough for it.

Feeling daring, Lavender removed her robe and set it next to where she was seated at the Gryffindor Table. This way she was exposing as much of herself as possible while still arguably being in uniform, as it was previously common to take off the robe in class, during meals, or leaving it off entirely during the hotter seasons.

Taking another look around, Lavender noticed that things were a bit less boring than she thought at first glance. She could see multiple girls being grabbed and fondled all around her. Over at the Slytherin table, the blonde Gryffindor saw one lucky Witch on her back on top of the table, with three guys surrounding her and... Lavender leaned as far as she could, but all she could tell was that the Wizards were taking turns and the Slytherin girl's tits were big enough to flop around with each thrust.

Parvati arrived, arm in arm with Padma. Lavender waved, but her BFF went straight by her to sit at the Ravenclaw table. The Indian Twins inserted themselves between two Wizards who were already seated. The blonde Gryffindor then watched the hands of each Wizard slide under one of the twins' cloaks, and movements began. Lucky bitches...

As if to answer her prayers, a different pair of twins appeared on either side of her. Two identical gingers had her pressed between them.

"Looks like a pair of ripe pumpkins here Fred," George Weasley said as he took hold of one of Lavender's enormous tits, "what do you think?" With his brother's invitation, Fred grabbed the other tit for a squeeze. It felt soooo good to be fondled, Lavender whined under her breath.

"You're right again George, a fine pair of pumpkins," Fred agreed as he pinched amd twisted one of Lavender's nipples. "Amd it seems they belong to a very needy little slut George. Should we take pity on her?" The twins, somehow, synchronised their torment of her breasts, and even began a new conversation while they tormented, completely ignoring her cries for release.

Suddenly, they sped up and just when Lavender was about to cum... they stopped and got up to leave, saying they had classes.