There are voices behind them

As they made their way to the shrieking shack, Hermione heard the drunken voices of those American wizards.

"I'm telling you, this place is supposed to be the most haunted place in the country! It's perfect for your book!"

"I dunno-*hic*-, man... The Hogwarts ghosts said to steer clear..."

Hermione tried to silently urge Pansy to hurry up, but Pansy grunted at Hermione's push.

"Wait, you hear that, Harv?"

"Hear what?"

"That grunt! There's definitely ghosts around here! Come on!"

The two drunken wizards picked up their own pace. Worried at what would happen if they made their way in, Hermione and Pansy ran to the chimney and crawled through the hole. Just as Pansy used the repair charm to put it back in order, she heard the drunken wizard call again.

"Harv! Harv, this was open but it just closed up!"

"Well, how do we get in?"

"I dunno..." Hermione and Pansy remained quiet. They hoped the two wizards would leave.

The sound of a rock hitting siding echoed through the house. "Come on, ya ghosts! Come and face the greatest ghost hunters known to the wizarding world!"

The two drunks kept pounding on the walls, trying to breakthrough.

Pansy whispered to Hermione, "Follow my lead!"

Pansy picked up a chair and threw it against the wall the wizards were banging on outside.

Hermione picked up and began to run around the room, throwing whatever furniture she could muscle. For the first time, she wished Millicent were here. She'd have no trouble throwing this junk around to make noise.

Evidently, however, this was the reaction the wizards were hoping for. "Tim! It's -*hic*- workin' Tim!"

"Come on! Let's make the ghosts scream! You can't have a chapter on the Shrieking Shack if there ain't no shriekin'!"

They kept banging on the walls. The panels began to bend slightly at each hit. Hermione was terrified. She began to use that fear to give the wizards what they wanted to make them leave. She screamed as loud as she could, much to the surprise of Pansy.

"We got it! Come on, let's keep going!" the wizard called Harv shouted.

Pansy whispered at Hermione from behind. "Do you trust me?"

"Absolutely not," Hermione whispered, flatly.

"Well, I'm going to get you to make a shriek that will satisfy those freaks."

At that, Pansy pinched Hermione's nipple with one hand and placed her other hand at her crotch, beginning to finger her.

"Ah- AH!" Hermione cried out.

The wizards stopped for a moment. Hermione began to moan at Pansy's touch.

"Ooh, the ghost's feeling sad now!" The wizard called Tim said. "We shouldn't disturb them too much..."

"Nonsense!" Marv replied. "We gotta see this ghost!" He continued banging on the outside of the house.

Pansy moved Hermione to a dusty, torn armchair and began to use both of her hands to play with her pussy. It tightened and wettened as Hermione started to cry out loudly again.

"Marv... " Tim sounded apprehensive now. "I really think-"

"Quit yer bitchin' Tim! We're gonna see this ghost one way or ano-"

Pansy then did the unthinkable. She pulled out a bottle of butterbeer from the bag and slammed it right into Hermione's open slit.

If the wizards outside thought Hermione's first scream was loud, this was nothing! Waves of pleasure coursed through Hermione. As her juices **** their way outside of her, the bottle slid right now and hit the floor, making a loud crash.

"That's it!" Tim said. "I'm going back to the Hog's Head! This is too much, Harv!"

"Y-yeah... I'm right behind you."

Hermione and Pansy heard the two wizards run down the path, drunkenly stumbling through the greenery.

Pansy looked down at the bottle. "You..." she said, somewhat out of breath, "owe me a new bottle of butterbeer."

Trying to catch her own breath from the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, "Take it," speaking between heavy breaths, "from the gold you stole."