Option 2: Window Shopping

Ginevra Weasley - Ginny to her friends, and Bitch, Slut, Cunt, Fuckmeat, Jizzrag or any other degrading term they liked to men - wore a positively wicked smirk as she hip-checked the door to Rose and Hermione's compartment open with a crash. Hermione pulled away from the her partner's nipple with a pop of wet lips and a string of spit dangling between them, while Rose flashed a matching smirk to the redhead stood in the doorway. "This is the slut I was telling you about," she explained, the brunette nodding as she finally had a visual illustration of the 'plastic-pumped balldrainer' that Rose had regaled her with stories of while she'd sucked the raven-haired girl's tits. "Hermione Granger," the muggleborn introduced herself, "pleased to meet you. Your tits are incredible, by the way."

Ginny smiled back and cupped the head-dwarfing, clearly-fake melons, giving them a quick jiggle before replying. "Nice to meet you, Whormione," she drawled, watching the other girl's lips unconsciously form a teasing pout, "I'm Ginevra Weasley. Just call me Ginny-"

"-or whatever else you like..." "...she'll answer to anything if you slap her hard enough." Hermione felt her lips beginning to tingle as two identical, identically-masculine voices filtered past Ginny and into the compartment, a warmth growing in them as the words were punctuated by a soft gasp of anticipation from the redhead. Fuck, Hermione thought, her attention pulled upwards from Ginny's seam-straining falsies to her face, never mind her tits, look at those lips! I... I might need to make an investment after this; men'd go wild for a pair of those pressed against their arseholes.

Ginny's tongue snaked out to caress her glossed-up, filler-stuffed cockwrappers and flash a glittering silver tongue piercing at Rose and Hermione, before the pair's eyes were dragged away by the sight of two tall, lean men who held a passing family resemblance to the parts of her face that hadn't been altered to make her a better dickslurper. "Good to see you Rosie..." "...and good to meet you, Hermione. That's Fred..." "...and that's George, we're this..." "...walking, talking advertisement's brothers." Hermione's gaze flicked back and forth between them as they spoke, something about the constant back and forth - or possibly the tip of Rose's wand grinding against her pucker, thrumming with some kind of energy - made the warm tingling in her lips billow out into the rest of her head. "Good to meet you, boys," she replied, dismissing the idea that either sensation might be out of the ordinary. "Fancy a rimjob? Just one galleon each and I'll tongue your arses until your balls are empty."

Both twins gave her an appraising look up and down, the feeling of being eyed up like a cut of meat making her squirm on the spot, before shaking their heads with clear regret. "Sorry, Hermione..." "...but we've got to get this slut..." "...to the folks who've booked her before we get to Hogsmeade." One of them leaned a little closer, his tone of voice subtly shifting as the pair dropped out of their sentence-swapping routine. "That said," he nodded down at her chest, "those are some top-class knockers; if you ever fancy something - anything, not just your tits - a bit bigger or faker, hit us up. If you're as willing to try our more, ah, innovative products as Ginny is, you'll get them for free."

Hermione looked at Ginny's face, plastered with a vapid expression and clearly lacking in intelligence behind her eyes, before her brothers turned her around and steered her out - revealing the source of her sudden vacancy, a squeezing, groping hand taking a firm hold of each of her improbably-bubbly glutes. The desire for free beautification and enhancement, the better to help her stand out from her potential 'business rivals', warred with horror and disgust at how badly fucked-up the girl's mind must have been for a simple grope of her ass to leave her so submissive and pliable. Sure, the idea got her so hot she felt like her body might set her uniform on fire, but if she was that pliable then she might get manipulated into letting herself be turned into a busty, bouncy, babbling, brainless bubble-butt bimbo sex **** - and worst of all, they wouldn't pay her for it!

"Hey," Rose snapped her fingers in front of the brunette's face a few times, "Earth to Hermione!" The muggleborn blinked and shivered slightly, feeling the raven-haired girl's other hand tweak and tug at one of her nipples through her blouse. "Got lost in your head," Rose teased, "or just daydreaming about Ginny's arse? Can't blame you, the twins do great work - and good job holding that pose the whole time too, I could tell they were tempted." Pose? She wasn't po- Oh, yes she was; hips cocked to one side, one thumb hooked into the waistband of her microskirt to emphasise just how high the strings of her thong rode over her hips and the other threaded into her hair. She shook herself out of it with a thankful smile, absentmindedly tugging at her blouse to recover the nipple that must have slipped free when she sprang up to great the trio - although she couldn't seem to remember standi-

"Ah!" The brunette's knees buckled slightly as Rose gave her nipple one last, extra-hard twist before releasing it. "Sorry," she sing-songed, not sounding sorry in the slightest, "forgot my own strength for a second there. Fred and George left you a present while you were ogling their sister, by the way." She tossed a stick of lip balm to Hermione, who promptly tucked it between her tits. "Just apply it every night before bed, and those smackers of yours'll be even more fuckable in no time. Just," the half-blood paused for a moment, "don't overdo it - all of their stuff works as advertised, but whatever they put in it does things to a witch's brain; makes her bouncier, makes her more of an airhead, makes her sluttier. Ginny's eighteenth didn't make her even half as stacked, ditzy or cock-crazed as she is now."

It was a lot easier to ignore the sudden pang of want that ripped through her body this time; not because she had any objections to the idea, although a niggling feeling in the back of her head told her that she probably ought to, but because she doubted it'd compare to the delicious feeling of having her knowledge slurped right out of her head. I'd better make sure to swot up over the holidays for my second year, she mused giddily, gotta really feed that brain-drainer Flourish and THOTs used on me next time I'm in there. A slight sway of the carriage around them knocked both girls into action, re-holstering their wands and adjusting their clothes before grabbing their bags from the racks. "Past years," Mia informed her as they slipped out of their compartment and began to make their way towards the carriage door, "we'd have gotten a boat ride across the lake to get there for the first time, but they've moved that until the first day back from Christmas." The raven-haired girl smirked. "Mum told me it's because the merpeople have been getting especially randy this year, and none of the staff want to spend all night pulling students out of the lake."

AN: No separate options to choose from this time; instead, before I publish the next part, comment if you have any ideas you would really like to see for staff changes, new rules to be announced, additions to the curriculum, or other things to take place during the sorting and welcoming feast. I can't guarantee they'll make it in, because I've got some aspects of it written already, but they've got a better chance than if they're not suggested - and, more importantly, I might like them enough to change things to fit them.