Emma, the sexy witch

You notice someone from your math class sitting alone on a couch. Emma, you think her name was. You take a sip of your drink before you approach the babe. As you get closer, you see she’s dressed as sexy Hermione, with a gray sports bra, a Gryffindor tie, and a short maroon skirt.

“Hey, Emma right?” She turns around and sees you, smiles and nods.

“Yeah, and you’re John?”

“That’s me.” You laugh. “Mind if I sit next to you?”

“By all means, take a seat.” She says, patting the empty space next to her. You take a seat and look at her. She was sooo hot, you hope your erection isn’t too noticeable in your tight Spider-Man costume.

“Is that a wand in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” Emma teases, nodding towards your crotch. Well shit. Apparently it was as obvious as you thought. Only thing left to do was double down.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have a wand with me, but I do have a broomstick.”

“That is very clear.” Emma responds, seemingly distracted by the outline of your large cock. “Perhaps, you could give me some flying lessons.” She says, winking at you.

“It would be my honor, Miss Granger.” Holy shit, were you about to get laid in the first 10 minutes of you being at this party? Emma stands up and extends her hand to you. You obviously take it and follow her upstairs into an empty bedroom. She closes and locks the door before turning to you.

“So...”