Yes, but slowly

Harry watched as Ginny and Hermione lay back on their beach blankets. The two were topless but had kept on their shorts. They looked at Harry, their eyes imploring.

“C’mon, then,” Hermiome said, moving her right hand in a circle. “Get on with it.”

Harry, embarrassed, pulled off her white school blouse, and unhooked her bra. She dropped them onto her black robe. She looked around, still amazed that they were magically sheltered from the other kids who were getting some sun by the lake.

“You needn’t be shy with us,” Ginny said, “Just girls here.”

“Practically sisters,” Hermione continued, as she quickly tweaked Harry’s left nipple. The two girls laughed and lay back.

Harry lay down along side them. She still couldn’t quite believe that they’d so quickly become best friends. It had only been a couple of weeks since she’d joined them in a postgraduate year at Hogwarts, a postgraduate year triggered by the Voldemort chaos. Ginny and Hermione had lost Harry, who, if rumor was to be believed, had gone to India on a silent spiritual journey. In his place, however, the girls had found a kindred spirit name Sarah they liked to call Sarry.

The three of them lay under the beating sun. Harry felt sweat begin to bead on her skin. She glanced at the two girls lying motionless next to them.

“I’m beginning to burn,” began Sarah/Harry. “Did either of you bring sunscreen?”