Halloween

Wood insisted on quidditch practice three times a week, Harry made sure to arrive early to not miss a moment of his teammates changing.

Angelina, Katie, and Alicia were three beautiful women with bodies honed by hours of practice. Harry tried not to be obvious but it was hard not to stare as they never seemed in a hurry to get dressed.

Between the flying and his teammates quidditch was his favorite part of school no matter how hard Wood pushed them fo perfection.

As much as Harry enjoyed spending time with his friends Ron and Hermione had a tendency to bicker that often ruined the moment.

And so on Halloween, with Harry looking forward to the feast, Ron had to make a comment about her being a know-it-all and not having friends that sent her off crying.

Harry began to worry when he scanned the table unable to find her at dinner. A classmate said Hermione was crying in a nearby restroom.

He was about to say something to Ron about causing her to miss the feast whe Professor Quirrel ran into the dining hall.

"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!"

Dumbledore put an end to the panic almost as quickly as it started, sending the students with their head boys and girls to their dorms while the teachers headed to the dungeon.

Harry pulled Ron to the side, "Hermione doesn't know." Leading him towards the restroom.

"Harry, look!" Harry looked where Ron pointed seeing the troll entering the very restroom where Hermione was.

Harry led Ron at a run entering the room to find the troll swinging his club at their friend. It missed ending bent over.

Harry didn't think leaping onto it's back inadvertently shoving his wand up it's nose. It bellowed in pain trying to shake him as he held on for dear life.

Ron used the levitation spell successfully for the fist time and dropped the trolls club on its own head knocking it out.

The teachers arrived as they were catching their breath, Harry looked around them noticing all the damage. The bathroom was mostly destroyed, water spraying all over.

Then he stopped, he was aware of someone speaking but all he noticed was Hermione soaked to the bone. Her clothes were clinging to her soft curves, her shirt transparent, lacy bra holding her B-cup breasts in full veiw.