Testing the waters

The next morning, Harry woke up earlier than usual. He was trying to remember the details of that weird dream he had had. A wonderful thought, really, The entire school turned into a.... wait. It was not a dream. That did happen. Right? He was pretty sure it did. Harry silently got up and got dressed. None of his friends seemed to be awake yet, the curtains on their four poster beds were drawn shut.

He made his way down to the common room and found it empty. Somehow, Harry was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Sure he would like to try out this new rule, but then again, he was not sure if he could actually do it. But maybe, alone in here, with just one girl would be the perfect opportunity? It was a bit too early for breakfast yet, so Harry just sat down in one of the armchairs in front of the fire and relaxed a bit, skimming through a magazine without actually reading it. Until he heard footsteps behind him.

As he turned, he saw a shadow coming down the stairs from the girls dorms. As she arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Harry found himself looking at his Quidditch teammate Angelina Johnson. He stared at her. She stared back at him. None of them know how to act now. "Morning Harry," Angelina said, with a hint of tension in her voice. "Yeah, morning" Harry answered mechanically.

At first glance, he wondered if there was no new school uniform for the girls after all. But then he realized, that under her usual black Hogwarts robe, Angelina was wearing a rather short piece of red cloth, tied around her breasts with a knot in the front. All someone would have to do to open it would be a quick pull and.... Harry realized he must have been staring at Angelinas boobs, as she was standing in front of him, eyebrows raised.

"Erm... sorry" Harry mumbled "It's just, that new uniform and all..." Damn it, why was HE the one behaving so awkwardly? For all he knew he could stand up and do anything to Angelina right now. And yet he was the shy one? Not that he wanted to do anything to Angelina to embarrass her, they were teammates and more or less friends after all. But still, those full dark breasts in that tight red cloth...

Angelina rolled her eyes "Oh come on Harry, just grab them already, I don't have all day. I want to get in a little practice before breakfast and...." But as if those words were the clue he had been waiting for, Harry sprang up to his feet and had his hands on Angelinas firm C-cups almost immediately. He squeezed them through the thin red fabric, feeling her nipples under his fingers. Fuck, they felt great!

After groping her for a moment, he stepped back, still feeling awkward but also grinning at her, albeit nervously. She gave him a half smile back. "Well, if you are done here" Angelina began and Harry was about to step out of her way to let her leave when he heard a voice from behind Angelina. Two voices in fact. Or rather the same voice, twice.

"He may be done with you" Fred said as he came down the stairs. "But that doesn't mean we are!" George went on. Angelina stared at them wide-eyed for a bit, but to Harrys surprise, her mouth curled into a cheeky grin, as the twins approached her from both sides. Before Harry knew what happened, George had been pulling off her robes and Fred was pulling the red bra-like cloth off of Angelinas tits. A second later, she was thrown on an empty armchair, a pale-skinned hard Weasly dick approaching her from either side.

Wow, Harry thought. It seemed he had been a bit tame so far!