Under Fiona's subconscious control, the silver broom flew back to the castle swayingly.
She chose to land on a platform atop a remote tower where almost no one would come.
The moment the broom touched the ground, Fiona's body went limp, almost sliding off the broom.
Jerry had quick eyes and hands, jumping down from in front of her, then turning around to support her steadily.
"Senior, why are your legs weak?"
Jerry's voice carried a wicked smile, knowing the answer. His hand happened to support Fiona's round buttocks and deliberately squeezed them.
The clothes on both their lower bodies were wet and messy, sticking clammily to their skin. Jerry's fingertips could even feel the warmth and slipperiness under that fabric.
"Isn't... isn't it all because of you..."
Fiona blushed with shame, wanting to push him away but having no strength in her body. She could only lean softly on him, letting his dishonest hand wreak havoc on her body.
"Because of me what?"
Jerry leaned close to her ear, whispering in a voice only the two could hear, "Because I made it rain heavily down there while you were flying in the sky?"
"You... stop talking..."
Fiona's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum. She buried her face in Jerry's shoulder, daring not look at him.
Jerry smiled, not teasing her anymore, just supporting her to stand steady.
Fiona caught her breath, but her stomach growled unseasonably twice.
Only then did she remember the original purpose.
"I... I'll take you to a place!" she whispered, "The castle kitchen is just downstairs."
"But how can we go looking like this?"
Jerry pointed at their soaked lower bodies, the traces of mixed liquids on them exceptionally conspicuous under the moonlight.
Fiona was also in a dilemma.
She looked around, pointing to a small door on the platform leading downward: "Below this is the Ancient Runes classroom. Let's go in first and use magic to dry our clothes."
The two tiptoed into the classroom.
Fiona drew her wand, whispering "Lumos," and a ball of soft light floated in mid-air.
"Alright, take off the wet clothes." Fiona said, blushing first herself, turning her back to start unbuttoning her school skirt.
Jerry, however, wasn't shy at all. In a few moves, he took off his soaked trousers and underwear, walking up to Fiona naked from the waist down.
Fiona had just taken off her wet skirt and was about to take off those equally soaked grey stockings when she turned around and saw Jerry naked below.
Fiona let out a yelp, subconsciously using the skirt she took off to block her front, but her gaze involuntarily landed between the boy's legs, on that meat root completely inconsistent with his age, shocking in size.
"Senior, why did you stop taking them off?"
Jerry tilted his head, asking with an "innocent" face, "Isn't the panty underneath wetter than my pants?"
Fiona's face was practically burning.
Biting her lip, under Jerry's gaze full of aggression, her hands trembled as she took off her stockings, revealing two smooth, slender thighs.
Then, as if having made up her mind, Fiona hooked her fingers on the edge of the panties soaked in body fluids and sticking to the root of her thighs, slowly pulling them down.
With a slight sound of wet fabric rubbing against skin, those panties were completely taken off.
A large patch of dense, wet black grass was exposed to the air without any cover; crystal liquid could even be seen hanging on it.
"Let me help you dry them."
Before Fiona could react, Jerry took the wet clothes from her hand, then pointed his wand at them.
Jerry didn't chant immediately. Instead, he walked up to Fiona, extended his other hand, and probed directly into that most secret zone between Fiona's legs.
"Mmh!"
Fiona trembled all over, legs clamping instinctively, but just right clamping Jerry's fingers inside.
"Senior, it's very wet here too. If we don't dry it together, putting on clothes will still get them wet."
Jerry's fingers played gently at the entrance of Fiona's muddy honey cave, feeling the softness and slipperiness there, even probing the fingertips in a little bit, hooking out more viscous love fluid.
"No... don't..."
Fiona's voice already carried a sobbing tone, but her body turned pink honestly, legs so weak she could hardly stand.
In the warm light emitted by the spell, Fiona was forced to spread her legs, letting the boy's fingers invade wantonly in her most shameful place, feeling waves of pleasure coming from between her legs, making her teeter again.
But just when Fiona's body had begun to actively cater to that evil finger, expecting further invasion, that touch making her feel both shame and love suddenly disappeared.
Jerry really withdrew his hand, fingertips still carrying bright viscous liquid, but he acted as if nothing happened, turning his attention completely back to drying clothes.
Jerry didn't even look at Fiona, just concentrating on using warm magical light to wrap piece after piece of soaked clothing, quickly making them dry and warm.
A strong sense of emptiness seized Fiona instantly.
Fiona stood in place somewhat at a loss, legs still slightly spread, maintaining that shameful posture just now.
That place just wantonly played with by fingers was now itching and numb as if on fire. Without external stimulation, that aroused desire had nowhere to vent, only ramping inside her body, making Fiona's lower abdomen tighten in waves.
Fiona's gaze moved downward uncontrollably.
Jerry was facing her sideways, concentrating on drying her grey stocking, as if doing some precise magical experiment.
And his massive, thick meat root, inconsistent with his age, hung between his legs without any cover.
Because it had just rubbed against her, the tip of that thing still hung with a few drops of crystal water droplets flowed out during her orgasm, shining with lewd light under the witchcraft glow.
Looking at that meat root still beating slightly, stained with her body fluid, then feeling the unbearable waves of emptiness and itching between her legs, Fiona's breathing became rapid again.
Fiona's throat was dry, swallowing subconsciously.
That aroused desire was like countless tiny ants crawling in the most sensitive parts of Fiona's body, turning the itching between Fiona's legs into an empty soreness.
Fiona had a strong, almost irresistible impulse—to reach out and grasp that thing.
Fiona's hand moved slightly by her side, fingertips curling uncontrollably, as if already feeling that scorching temperature and shocking size across the air. As long as Fiona took a step forward, as long as Fiona bent down, she could grasp that sinful root making her restless in her hand, feeling its beating with her own hand.
But Fiona ultimately didn't reach out.
Perhaps the last reserve as a senior was at work, or perhaps the shame of being completely dominated upside down when facing this boy so much younger than herself made it impossible for Fiona to make such an active and lewd move without being drunk.
Fiona's hand lifted halfway, then dropped weakly.
But this self-restraint not only failed to extinguish the fire in her body but was like pouring a ladle of cold water on red-hot iron, stimulating hotter and thicker steam.
Jerry glimpsed Fiona's small action of lifting and dropping weakly from the corner of his eye.
This made him understand what complex and sweet struggle this senior, already thoroughly soaked in desire, was going through inside at this moment.
Watching the prey wander between desire and reason was far more interesting than simple forceful possession.
Jerry didn't point it out. Instead, he decided to add another seemingly gentle bundle of firewood to this fire.
Jerry raised the pile of clothes in his hand, already dried and carrying magical warmth, a purely harmless smile on his face: "Senior, clothes are ready.
Put them on quickly; it's not good to catch a cold in such a place."
After speaking, as if subconsciously, Jerry extended his other hand, grasped his meat root hanging slightly due to being ignored but still shocking in size, used fingers to stroke it nimbly twice, wiping those few drops of crystal body fluid belonging to Fiona still hanging on the tip casually onto the root of his thigh, making a "cleaning" motion.
Subsequently, Jerry began to deal with his clothes unhurriedly.
Although Fiona forced herself to move her gaze away from that terrifying thing, the corner of her eye saw his lewd cleaning action clearly.
Her throat tightened, swallowing gently involuntarily, as if she could taste that viscous liquid.
Face red enough to almost steam, Fiona turned her face away hurriedly, took her clothes without a word, and started putting them on indiscriminately.
Those panties just taken off, still carrying ambiguous traces and warmth, were put on hurriedly by Fiona, followed by soft stockings and the school skirt representing Slytherin.
When Fiona put everything on in a flurry and looked up, she found Jerry had already dressed neatly, arms crossed, leaning on the wall leisurely.
Under Fiona's bewildered gaze, Jerry smiled and praised sincerely: "Senior, you look really beautiful!"
That direct and honest praise made Fiona's already red cheeks even more charming.
Fiona lowered her head somewhat shyly, avoiding Jerry's overly straightforward gaze, muttering softly: "No... not at all."
Just then, a clear grumble grumble sound broke the ambiguous silence between the two.
It was Jerry's stomach growling.
Hearing this sound, Fiona was stunned first, then as if finding a step to break the embarrassment, that appearance of a shy girl ready to be picked faded instantly, replaced by the liveliness and enthusiasm belonging to a Slytherin senior. She couldn't help but burst into laughter with a pfft. That smile was like sunshine after rain, appearing bright and warm even in this dim room.
"Come, I'll take you to eat something delicious!"
Fiona smiled, actively extended her hand, and naturally held Jerry's palm again.
Saying this, she pulled Jerry out of the classroom familiarly, going all the way up along a hidden spiral staircase.
Fiona obviously wasn't here for the first time. She knew the structure of this tower like the back of her hand, leading Jerry through twists and turns to a huge oil painting of a bowl of fruit on the top floor.
She didn't chant a spell but extended a finger, tickling gently on that lifelike pear in the painting.
The pear in the painting giggled immediately, then turned into a green door handle.
Fiona fished out a small piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it to the house-elf wearing a clean tea towel poking its head out from behind the door.
Seeing it was her, the elf immediately showed a delighted expression, took the chocolate happily, and then opened the kitchen door completely.
In an instant, a rich food aroma that almost wouldn't dissolve rushed out from the door like a warm wave, wrapping the two outside instantly.
Even though Jerry was knowledgeable, upon entering the kitchen for the first time, he was still shocked by the scene inside.
This place was different from any kitchen he imagined.
The ceiling was terrifyingly high, almost as high as the Great Hall outside. Huge stone pillars supported the entire space; walls were smoked warm black by perennial fires.
The air was filled with moist steam, mixed with the aroma of hundreds of foods.
Hundreds of house-elves were busy inside. Wearing clean tea towels printed with the Hogwarts crest, they were like a swarm of tireless brown bees, shuttling between huge copper pots, steaming ovens, and mountains of ingredients.
Four long wooden tables were placed in the center of the kitchen, in exactly the same positions as the four house tables in the Great Hall upstairs.
At this moment, various foods were constantly appearing on these tables: golden roast potatoes piled into small hills, sizzling roast sausages, Yorkshire puddings poured with rich gravy... House-elves arranged these foods, and they would disappear, teleported directly by magic to the students dining downstairs.
But Fiona's target wasn't here.
She pulled the dumbfounded Jerry around this busy main battlefield to the other side of the kitchen.
There was a separate area partitioned off. On a long table covered with a pure white silk tablecloth, the dishes displayed were simply another world.
This was obviously not dinner for ordinary students, but a buffet prepared for a higher-level banquet hall.
Next to a whole turkey roasted to golden crisp skin was a huge silver platter with a whole thick-cut Beef Wellington, still slightly oozing pink juice, complex magical patterns branded on the puff pastry.
On the other side, several house-elves were carefully taking fresh oysters and lobsters from an ice sculpture castle emitting white vapor, placing them on platters covered with crushed ice.
The air drifted with the rich smell of butter and black pepper, coming from a huge frying pan nearby.
A house-elf wearing a tall chef's hat was using the wand tip to control the flame size, frying thick filet mignon steaks just right. In the copper pot next to it, thick mushroom cream sauce bubbled gurgle gurgle.
The drinks area was even more luxurious.
Dozens of bottles of red and white wine of various vintages floated in mid-air. Corks would pull out automatically, pouring appropriate amounts of liquor into crystal glasses automatically cleaned and dried below.
Small glass bottles contained potions of various colors, labels reading "Elixir to Induce Euphoria," "Felix Felicis," obviously special drinks for adding fun.
The dessert area was simply a magical feast.
Flowing in a three-story fountain was not chocolate, but rich sweet bubbling Butterbeer cream. Next to it were fresh strawberries and various small cakes for dipping.
And those enchanted jellies, changing rainbow-like colors in the plates like gems; one could even see miniature unicorns made of syrup running slowly inside.
Unlike the teleportation method of direct disappearance in the main kitchen, beside every dish here lit a miniature teleportation array composed of silver runes.
When a house-elf placed a prepared dish on the array, runes would light up in sequence, then with a flash of light, the plate along with the food would vanish without a trace, obviously teleported to some more private banquet venue.
"Dumbfounded?"
Seeing Jerry's worthless appearance, Fiona bumped him gently with her elbow proudly.
Jerry just nodded blankly.
Fiona smiled, stood on tiptoe, took a small exquisite puff looking like a Golden Snitch from a tall crystal plate, and stuffed it to Jerry's mouth.
"Taste this!" Fiona whispered, tone full of showing off, "This is a Golden Snitch made of privet frosting. We can't eat this usually, let alone buy it outside; it's a special recipe exclusive to Hogwarts.
After being teleported down later, they will fly out of the plate immediately.
Wizards will compete; whoever is more skilled can eat more.
But now they are all bound in the plate."
Jerry opened his mouth subconsciously, containing that exquisite puff.
The shell was crispy; wings made of frosting melted in the mouth, bringing a cool sweetness.
He bit gently. Cream with rich vanilla scent exploded in his mouth. That sweet taste swept his taste buds instantly, making him squint comfortably.
"Delicious, right?"
Seeing his satisfied look, Fiona smiled even happier.
She took one herself too, eating in small bites.
Having tasted the sweetness, the two let loose completely.
Like a host, Fiona pulled Jerry through this luxurious buffet area, skillfully introducing him to various delicacies he had never seen before.
First shared a small piece of cut Beef Wellington, meat tender and juicy.
Then used a silver spoon to scoop a spoonful of that color-changing magic jelly, texture refreshing and chewy.
Getting bolder, they even started to "pack."
Fiona used several clean napkins to carefully wrap seven or eight small cakes and pies of different flavors. Jerry followed suit, rolling up several roasted fragrant sausages brushed with honey.
During this, house-elves constantly walked past them hurriedly with plates, but strangely, these elves turned a blind eye to these two students stealing food, as if they were transparent, just lowering heads, taking small steps, focusing on their work.
Jerry felt strange, then saw Fiona fish out a few thumb-sized chocolates from her pocket again, stuffing them quickly to a passing elf.
That elf took it flattered, bowed deeply to Fiona, then hid the chocolate in the tea towel and continued working.
"They..." Jerry whispered, "just let us take like this?"
"Shh!"
Fiona put a finger to her lips, pulling him to hide behind a huge stone pillar.
She handed the packed food in her arms to Jerry, then lowered her voice to explain: "All food in the kitchen carries Hogwarts' magical imprint. House-elves have obedience law runes inscribed in their bloodline; they can't eat, can't take, nor allow others to steal food in the kitchen."
She shook her empty chocolate pocket, a trace of sly pride on her face.
"But!
The chocolate I gave them is different. That's bought from outside school, without Hogwarts' imprint.
To them, this doesn't count as 'food', just a 'small gift' from a guest.
So, they accept the gift, and this food is their return gift to us.
This counts as a backdoor left intentionally. Heard it's a special trading method existing since Hogwarts was moved here from Scotland back then."
Looking at Fiona's triumphant appearance like a little squirrel who stole a pine cone, Jerry couldn't help laughing.
He didn't expect this usually seemingly somewhat aggressive and valiant Slytherin senior to know such ancient "unspoken rules" not recorded in textbooks.
"So, this isn't stealing, it's a trade?"
Jerry lowered his voice, mimicking her, tone carrying a few points of novelty and appreciation.
"Of course!" Fiona puffed out her chest righteously, that soft curve rubbing against Jerry's arm inadvertently, "We are trading fairly.
House-elves got delicious food they absolutely can't taste usually, and we got their gratitude.
Look, this way, everyone is happy, right?"
When Fiona spoke, her eyes were bright, full of satisfaction with this cleverly balanced order.
Looking at her like this, a possessiveness different from the pure kind on the broom earlier suddenly arose in Jerry's heart.
He found that the girl before him wasn't just a senior with a soft body and easy to shy; Fiona also had her own little cleverness and little world, and was happy to share this secret with him.
"Senior, you know so much."
Jerry said sincerely.
Jerry reached out, naturally tucking a strand of short hair hanging by Fiona's cheek due to the flight just now behind her ear.
Jerry's fingertips intentionally or unintentionally slid across Fiona's warm auricle, making Fiona's small ear instantly dyed with a layer of cute pink.
Fiona's body shrank slightly but didn't dodge.
"Alright, we've taken enough 'return gifts',"
Fiona urged in a whisper, eyes somewhat dodging, "Staying longer isn't good if a professor comes to patrol.
We have to find a place to eat them."
"Where to?" Jerry asked.
"Follow me!"
Fiona blinked mysteriously, held Jerry's hand again, and like a fish familiar with the waters, led Jerry nimbly to avoid those busy house-elves, slipping out from another inconspicuous small door of the kitchen.
Behind that small door was a narrow stone staircase spiraling upward, air carrying a trace of stale dust smell.
Fiona pulled Jerry, running briskly upward.
Not long after, a wooden door leading outdoors appeared before them.
Pushing open the door, cool night wind hit their faces, blowing away the residual warm breath of the kitchen on the two.
They were standing on the flat roof of the highest tower in Hogwarts. Underfoot were rough stone bricks; around were low fences carved with gargoyles.
As if having been here many times, Fiona walked familiarly to the center of the platform, spreading that clean napkin cloth snatched along the way on the ground with a whoosh.
She drew her wand, tapping gently on the pile of food wrapped in another napkin in Jerry's arms.
Those cakes, pies, and roast sausages wrapped messily together immediately seemed controlled by a pair of invisible hands, flying out automatically, categorized orderly, piled in various corners of the cloth, forming a decent picnic array.
Done with these, Fiona smiled proudly again. Wrist flipping, like performing magic, she took out two exquisite tall crystal glasses from her sleeve out of thin air.
Finally, she placed that bottle of red wine snatched from the drinks area on the ground, tapping the cork at the bottle mouth gently with the wand tip. The cork popped out with a pop sound.
A mellow wine scent carrying fruit aroma spread immediately. Fiona put the bottle aside, letting the liquor contact air fully to achieve the best taste.
Jerry sat down beside her, legs straight, watching Fiona busy with all this seriously. Fiona's profile looked exceptionally soft under the moonlight; hair strands blown gently by the night wind. That focused and happy expression made Jerry feel an unprecedented leisure and peace for the first time.
Jerry leaned back, supporting himself on the ground with hands, looking up at the sky.
Overhead was the dazzling peak of stars. The Milky Way was like a stream paved with diamond powder, traversing the entire sky curtain.
And in the center of this sea of stars hung a huge bright moon sufficient to illuminate the entire night sky.
It wasn't a quiet sphere like Earth's moon but was rotating slowly in the dome at a visible, elegant, and slow speed. Those huge craters and dark maria on the surface changed angles constantly in rotation.
Looking at this magnificent scene, Jerry couldn't help thinking that if on Earth, the gravity of such a huge and active satellite would be enough to set off monstrous waves, submerging all coastal cities in the world.
But in this magical world, this was just a spectacle performed on schedule every clear night.
"What are you looking at?
Silly?"
Fiona's voice pulled Jerry back from distant thoughts.
He turned his head, seeing Fiona had already poured that bottle of red wine into two crystal glasses. The scarlet liquor was like flowing rubies under the moonlight.
Fiona handed one glass to Jerry.
"Nothing!" Jerry took the glass, smiling, "Just feel that Hogwarts' moon is much bigger than Earth's."
"Of course!" Fiona said as a matter of course, then picked up a roast sausage, took a big bite, saying somewhat indistinctly, "After all, this is Hogwarts!"
The two sat on top of the tower like this, blowing cool night wind, eating exquisite food while sipping mellow red wine.
Under the effect of alcohol, Fiona talked more, cheeks also glowing with cute flush.
She was no longer as shy as before but chattered to Jerry about her own affairs with a bit of drunkenness.
"My mom!
She's a particularly powerful Potions Master, even won the Order of Merlin, First Class!"
Fiona swirled the wine glass in her hand, her eyes slightly glazed as she watched the red liquid spinning inside. "She always wanted a child with talent in Potions to inherit her mantle and continue her reputation."
Fiona paused, took another sip of wine, her voice lower.
"But I... I seem to have no talent in this area. My Potions grades are always... so-so."
"And my dad!"
Fiona continued, a trace of imperceptible disappointment in her tone. "He always wanted a son.
You know, although our family is Pure-blood, it's just a very small branch.
Dad always dreamed of founding a new, influential Pure-blood family.
But... because he was injured years ago, in terms of fertility... it became somewhat difficult."
Fiona fell silent here, just playing with the wine glass in her hand.
After a while, Fiona seemed to remember something happy, a smile reappearing on her face.
"Actually, before Dad got injured, our family of three was very happy. Mom wasn't so obsessed with potions then, and Dad always took me flying on a broom..."
Jerry listened quietly, not interrupting Fiona.
He could feel that this usually cheerful senior was bearing pressure deep inside that shouldn't belong to her age.
The night wind grew cooler. Having said all this, Fiona seemed to have exhausted her strength to confide, just leaning quietly on Jerry, watching the stars in the sky together.
"Senior." Jerry spoke suddenly.
"Hmm?" Fiona responded lazily.
Jerry didn't speak but took an exquisite jewelry box from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to Fiona.
Inside the box lay a silver necklace. The pendant was a small star carved with complex patterns, shining with soft light under the moonlight.
Fiona's drunkenness sobered up mostly instantly. She stared blankly at that necklace, then at Jerry.
"Is this..."
Her voice trembled slightly, "Is this a token of love?"
"If you think it is, then it is."
Jerry smiled, took the necklace from the box, went behind Fiona, and put it on for her personally.
The cold chain touched the warm skin behind her neck, making Fiona shudder all over.
Fiona subconsciously raised her hand to stroke the star pendant on her chest, feeling its smooth texture.
When Jerry's fingers left Fiona's neck, Fiona turned around, looked up, and actively kissed Jerry's lips.
This kiss was different from the intense one on the broom before. It was gentle and lingering, carrying the mellowness of red wine and a girl's determination.
The two kissed together again, on the top of the highest tower in Hogwarts, under the huge rotating moon, as if to freeze this moment into eternity.
But just then, a cold and mechanical voice that only Jerry could hear rang abruptly in his ear:
Ding!
Jerry and Fiona's lips were still pressed together; he could feel her soft lips and tipsy breath, but Jerry's entire mind was completely replaced by that sudden voice.
[Emergency Mission Issued]
Mission Name: A Bitch Looking for Panties!
Mission Background: Gryffindor seventh-year Prefect, Cressida, due to the theft of her intimate clothing (thong), has used Divination magic (Crystal Ball Scrying) to track the thief's trail.
The magical connection has locked onto you.
Current Threat: According to the guidance of the crystal ball, Cressida has entered the current tower and is rapidly approaching upwards along the spiral staircase.
Estimated Arrival Time: 2 minutes.
Mission Objectives:
Completely shake off Cressida's Divination tracking, make her magic ineffective, and make Cressida permanently give up investigating this matter.
Mission Reward: Based on mission completion rating.
Failure Penalty: Identity exposed, reputation ruined, and a random "Social Death" additional penalty generated by the system.
Is she a dog?
Can smell the scent on her own panties.
Jerry's brain was running at high speed.
Two minutes. He had less than two minutes.
Running was not an option.
The faster he ran, the clearer the magical trail in Divination.
"What's wrong?"
Fiona seemed to sense Jerry's stiffness. She moved slightly away from his lips, looking at Jerry somewhat dazedly. "Your lips... why are they a bit cold?"
Jerry didn't answer. Instead, he buried his head into Fiona's soft chest, feeling the warmth and elasticity that could make one indulge, tip of his nose lingering with the faint wine scent and girlish body fragrance on her.
This posture made him appear exceptionally dependent and intimate.
Jerry suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
Jerry whispered gently in her ear in a low tone carrying a seductive meaning: "Senior, do you remember Cressida troubling me this morning?"
Jerry's hot breath sprayed on Fiona's sensitive auricle, making Fiona shrink her neck unconsciously.
Hearing Cressida's name, Fiona frowned and nodded.
Fiona stroked Jerry's back responsibly with her hand, comforting: "Of course I remember. I also... I also know Cressida has a thing for me.
But don't worry, I'm not a lesbian. I'll find a chance to make it clear to her, so she won't trouble you again."
Listening to Fiona's righteous and innocent assurance, Jerry shook his head in her arms, letting out a chuckle.
Jerry raised his head slowly, meeting Fiona's concerned gaze, and unhurriedly took that thing out of his pocket.
It was a purple lace thong, pitifully little fabric, appearing exceptionally lewd under the cold moonlight.
"I've already taken revenge!"
Jerry chuckled, shaking the panties in his hand, tone as relaxed as displaying a trophy. "I sneaked into her bathroom, stole her panties, made her unable to find them in front of everyone, deliberately making a fool of her."
Fiona was stunned first, eyes widening at that familiar intimate clothing belonging to another female prefect.
After brief surprise, instead of scolding, Fiona was amused by Jerry's childish, naughty way of revenge. Fiona's drunken eyes curved into beautiful crescents. She poked Jerry's cheek with her finger, saying playfully: "Why are you so bad?"
There was no blame in that tone, full of pampering and indulgence.
However, this playful mood only lasted a few seconds.
The smile on Fiona's face froze suddenly. As if remembering something extremely critical, her face turned slightly pale.
"Oh no!" Fiona cried out, "I forgot, Cressida... she is very gifted in Divination!"
Before Fiona's voice fell, clear footsteps approaching from far to near came up from the spiral staircase they came up. The sound was unhurried; every step on the stone stairs carried a clear goal and unquestionable echo, exceptionally clear in this silent night.
Both their hearts were in their throats.
Fiona reacted extremely fast. Her previously drunken face was now solemn. Without hesitation, she immediately drew her wand, pointed at the wooden door leading to the roof, and whispered a spell.
"Claustra Saxea!" (Stone Wall Sealing)
A pale yellow light shot from her wand tip, hitting the wooden door. With a low hum, the wooden door and the surrounding stone frame seemed to come alive. The edges began to soften, extend, and finally merged seamlessly, turning into a complete stone wall, thoroughly sealing the only passage up.
Almost the moment the stone wall formed, the footsteps also stopped right outside the door.
The roof fell into dead silence.
A moment later, a sound of forceful pushing bang bang rang out. Immediately after, Cressida's exasperated voice, sounding somewhat muffled due to the magic barrier, penetrated the stone wall and came up:
"You damn guy, don't think about running! I've locked onto you with Divination. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I'll catch you back!"
Cressida's roar outside the stone wall made Fiona's last trace of drunkenness vanish without a trace.
Fiona subconsciously gripped Jerry's arm tightly, face full of panic: "What to do?
She really chased here!"
Jerry, however, appeared exceptionally calm.
Jerry held Fiona's hand back, pulling Fiona in front of him, making Fiona face him. Jerry looked straight into her blue eyes slightly dilated due to nervousness, voice low and magnetic, as if carrying an unquestionable magic.
"Senior, don't be afraid.
I have a way, not only to make her stop immediately but also make her... never bother you again."
"What way?"
Jerry didn't answer directly. Instead, he raised the purple thong in his hand, while his other hand gently stroked Fiona's cheek, thumb rubbing her smooth skin tenderly.
"Cressida likes you, right?
She wants you, even willing to hold absolute malice toward any man approaching you.
Just like this morning, even though I'm just a first-year little wizard who just entered Hogwarts, she came to question me regardless of any dignity and status."
Fiona nodded somewhat uncomfortably.
"Then use this!"
The corner of Jerry's mouth hooked into a wicked smile. "I want to make her believe that the one who stole these panties wasn't me, but you.
What do you think her reaction will be when she discovers the goddess she longs for actually did such... intimate thing to her?"
Fiona's brain didn't turn around for a moment: "She... she would..."
"Cressida will be ecstatic, thinking this is your response to her.
At that time, will Cressida still pursue any thief?
Cressida will only have you in her mind."
Jerry guided patiently, his words drilling into Fiona's mind like a snake: "Then, you can take the initiative.
An annoying person pestering you every day, and a suitor obedient to you, which one do you prefer?"
Fiona's brain, somewhat chaotic due to alcohol and the intimacy just now, was wrapped into this logic by Jerry.
She hated Cressida's entanglement, but if she could control her in reverse... this idea sounded full of strange temptation.
Jerry saw her wavering and added fuel to the fire: "Besides, think about it, it's not a solution for Cressida to go on like this.
We are helping her, pulling her out of unrealistic fantasies, letting her return to the 'right path'.
This is a relief for you, for her, and for me, isn't it?"
"Relief..."
Fiona muttered to herself. This sentence hit her heart completely.
Jerry was right. This might really be a good opportunity to solve this big trouble once and for all, even "save" a person.
Plus Fiona's nearly blind trust in Jerry at this moment, Fiona nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I'll listen to you!"
"Good girl." Jerry smiled with satisfaction, planting a light kiss on her lips.
The plan was decided instantly.
"Listen, I'll hide immediately with the Disillusionment Charm!" Jerry arranged quickly, "You remove the magic and let her come up.
Remember, from now on, you must act strong and proactive. You are the dominant one in this relationship."
With that, Jerry tapped his palm on himself, and his figure disappeared without a trace as if melting into the air.
Fiona took a deep breath, calming her wildly beating heart.
She walked to that stone wall, waved her wand, and the stone wall turned back into that ordinary wooden door.
Creak!
The wooden door was pushed open by a huge force from outside. Cressida, wearing Gryffindor Prefect robes, tall and fit, rushed up aggressively.
She held her wand, face full of anger, but when she saw clearly that only Fiona was standing under the moonlight, her whole person froze.
"Fi... Fiona?"
Cressida's anger dissipated by more than half instantly, replaced by surprise and a trace of imperceptible joy. "Why is it you?
Where is the thief?"
Fiona, following Jerry's instructions, didn't show a trace of panic.
Fiona crossed her arms, looking at Cressida calmly, corners of her mouth even carrying a trace of playful smile.
Fiona said nothing, just slowly extended her hand, waving that purple thong gently in front of Cressida's eyes.
Cressida's eyes widened instantly. She looked at her stolen panties, then at Fiona's matter-of-course expression, brain completely crashing. "Th... this is... you?"
"Otherwise?"
Fiona took a step forward. The imposing momentum made Cressida retreat a step subconsciously.
Fiona walked up to Cressida, using the hand holding the thong to lift the other's chin gently, forcing her to look at herself.
"Haven't you always wanted to know how I really feel about you?"
Fiona's voice was pressed very low, carrying a trace of husky charm. "This is my answer. Did you... understand?"
Looking at Fiona's drunkenly beautiful face close at hand, smelling the bursts of fragrance from her body, Cressida felt she was about to suffocate.
Where was half of her prefect's dignity left? Face flushed red, stammering: "I... I..."
"Forget 'I'!"
Fiona interrupted her, stuffing the panties back into Cressida's hand, then leaned forward, lips almost sticking to the other's ear, issuing the first order in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Tomorrow, don't wear this anymore.
I want to see what you look like without constraints."
"What?"
Cressida's body froze completely. Her brain couldn't process everything happening before her.
Cressida looked at the purple thong stuffed back into her hand, then felt the warm moist breath Fiona stuck to her ear, only feeling a heat rising from her abdomen, spreading to her limbs instantly.
Fiona didn't give her any time to think.
After issuing that ambiguous order, she didn't retreat immediately. Instead, she used her free hand to slide all the way down Cressida's flat lower abdomen.
Fiona's fingers were cold. Through a layer of thin school uniform skirt fabric, that cold touch made Cressida's body tremble involuntarily.
Until lifting Cressida's skirt hem straight up.
Under the cold moonlight, that small private area between Cressida's legs was completely exposed.
Cressida was wearing a sky-blue cotton thong again. Thin straps dug into full buttock flesh, outlining enticing curves.
And in front, that small triangular piece of fabric was already slightly wet due to the owner's physical changes, fitting tightly to the skin, revealing the slightly protruding shape underneath.
"Seems you like thongs very much?" Fiona's tone carried a trace of teasing. She drew circles gently with her fingertip on that soaked fabric.
"I... no... don't..." Cressida wanted to retreat, but her legs were heavy as lead, unable to move at all.
Cressida's breathing became rapid. Her body's reaction completely betrayed her will to resist.
Fiona's fingertip found that most sensitive little pearl accurately through the fabric.
Without using force at all, just circling on it neither lightly nor heavily with finger pad, but every friction could make Cressida's body produce a slight spasm.
That was a strange, shameful yet irresistible pleasure rising from between her legs, making the roots of Cressida's thighs begin to go weak.
Cressida's hands hung weakly by her sides, palms still clutching that purple thong, but at this moment almost losing the strength to grip tightly, only able to open her mouth slightly, emitting broken, suppressed panting sounds, eyes also covered with a layer of water mist.
Seeing Cressida like this, Fiona's movements became bolder.
She used thumb and index finger to pinch the edge fabric of that blue thong clinging to the slit, then pressed it maliciously into that wet slit.
Fabric wetted by body fluid became smoother, forcibly stuffed into the tight flesh slit, rubbing the most tender soft flesh.
"Mmh ah..." Cressida couldn't hold back anymore; a moan carrying a sobbing tone spilled from her throat. Cressida's waist thrust forward abruptly, legs also clamping subconsciously, wanting to trap Fiona's wicked hand.
Fiona didn't give her this chance. She withdrew her hand, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction.
That blue thong was now deeply embedded in Cressida's body in an extremely shameful way.
Fiona leaned close to Cressida's ear again, using tongue tip to lick the other's earlobe burned red gently, voice low and full of commanding meaning.
"Remember what I just said.
Tomorrow, wear nothing.
I will check."
With that, she released the clamp on Cressida, retreated two steps, a victor's smile on her face.
Cressida's legs went weak, almost unsteady, only by holding the fence behind her did she not kneel on the spot.
She lowered her head, daring not look into Fiona's eyes, only able to feel the grinding sensation of the lower body filled with fabric, and the shame and excitement of her heart being completely defeated.
"I... understand!"
Cressida left the tower almost fleeing, that panicked back disappearing at the corner of the spiral staircase.
The roof returned to silence, leaving only the sound of the night wind blowing.
Fiona stood in place, still maintaining that strong posture just now.
She slowly raised her right hand, spread it, examining it under the moonlight.
It was this hand that just lifted another female prefect's skirt, played with the other's most private part with fingers, and even issued such a shameful order.
A strange, unfamiliar shudder rushed up from Fiona's tailbone.
Fiona discovered that in the process of disciplining Cressida just now, instead of feeling any discomfort or disgust, she experienced an unprecedented fun and excitement of controlling everything.
Watching the other party change from overbearing to weak and helpless in her hands, that strong satisfaction seemed to awaken some long-dormant, inexplicable attribute in her body.
Just as Fiona was dazing, a pair of small arms suddenly hugged her waist from behind.
Jerry's figure appeared out of thin air. He buried his entire face between Fiona's soft lower back and buttocks, taking a deep breath, then using a tone mixed with worship and excitement: "Senior, you were so amazing just now!"
Jerry's height just reached Fiona's waist. This hugging posture made Jerry look like a child hanging on his mother.
But Jerry's action was full of aggression.
Fiona was startled by this sudden hug. She lowered her head, only seeing Jerry's furry head buried behind her.
Somewhat amused, and somewhat shyly reaching out to pat the top of his head: "Stop it, let go..."
Before she finished speaking, Fiona felt Jerry's hands beginning to misbehave.
Jerry's two hands didn't hug Fiona's waist peacefully but slid under Fiona's skirt hem. Jerry's hands accurately found the edge of the back of those panties.
Then, imitating Fiona's way of dealing with Cressida just now, he used all his strength to pull up abruptly.
"Ah!" Fiona was caught off guard, letting out a short scream.
Cotton fabric was pulled up by a huge force, tightly strangled into her full, voluptuous butt crack.
Fabric pulled to the limit, making a snap sound. Fiona felt her entire private part divided by this thin strip of cloth. That strong, invaded foreign object sensation made her legs weak.
But this wasn't over.
After pulling that strip of cloth to the highest point, Jerry didn't let go. Instead, he used fingers to stuff that pulled deformed panty fabric forcefully into the wet slit in front of her.
"No... Jerry... don't do this..."
Fiona's voice carried a sobbing tone. This feeling was even stronger than what Cressida endured just now because Jerry was touching her directly with hands. Fabric forcibly stuffed into tender flesh slit, rubbing the most sensitive soft flesh, bringing waves of grinding, itchy and numb stimulation.
Fiona's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She wanted to struggle, but Jerry hugged very tightly from behind; she couldn't break free at all. Fiona could only support herself on the stone fence in front, enduring the excessive, shameful play of this junior a head shorter than herself behind her.
Jerry's fingers stuffing the panties deliberately increased force, pressing hard deep in that most sensitive slit.
"Woo..."
A strong pleasure swept through Fiona's whole body instantly, making her legs go soft.
Standing face to face, the visual impact brought by that strong height difference was more obvious.
Fiona was almost two heads taller than Jerry. She needed to lower her head completely to see his face.
And Jerry only needed to look up slightly, his line of sight exactly level with Fiona's full chest wrapped in school uniform, heaving slightly due to the stimulation just now.
Jerry released his hand, letting that messily stuffed panty stay stuck in Fiona's body.
Looking up, watching this senior with a face flushed red due to arousal and shame, tears in the corners of her eyes.
Jerry didn't use hands anymore but took a step forward directly, pressing his face against Fiona's soft lower abdomen.
Jerry's cheek pressed tightly against Fiona's soft lower abdomen. Through a thin layer of shirt, he could feel the warmth of her skin and the slight heave brought by rapid breathing.
Then, Jerry stopped all movements.
Jerry didn't kiss upward anymore, nor touched with hands, just maintaining this posture, as if waiting for something, or savoring the prey's last, helpless tremble after falling into the trap.
This suspended "edging" was more torturous than any direct invasion.
Fiona's body was tense. The foreign object sensation and itchiness of lower body filled with panty fabric, the coolness of chest blown by night wind, and the temperature and breathing belonging to another person coming from lower abdomen, all sensations intertwined, pushing her senses to a peak on the verge of collapse.
However, the expected collapse didn't come.
The shyness and helplessness of being slaughtered before, like ice cubes thrown into a raging fire, evaporated and dissipated rapidly.
Replaced by a more primal and fiercer impulse.
It was the desire for control she experienced when disciplining Cressida, the desire catalyzed by alcohol, the anxiety aroused by Jerry but not satisfied for a long time.
Fiona didn't want to endure passively like this anymore.
Fiona's hands originally supporting on the fence retracted abruptly. She took a deep breath; chest heaved violently.
She lowered her head, looking at the boy a large section shorter than herself, still burying his face in her lower abdomen at this moment. In those eyes originally misty with water, two clusters of scorching flames ignited.
Fiona didn't speak but bent down directly, using movements full of power to extend arms under Jerry's leg bends and back.
"Eh?"
Jerry completely didn't expect such a change, only having time to let out a short cry of surprise.
The next second, he felt his whole person lose balance, picked up from the ground by a powerful force.
Fiona picked him off the ground easily, adjusted posture, holding him horizontally in her arms like a child. This action instantly reversed the height difference between the two.
"Senior..." Jerry spoke subconsciously.
Fiona didn't give him a chance to continue speaking.
Holding him, with an unquestionable force, Fiona pressed her lips fiercely against his.
While demanding crazily with lips and tongue, she spun slowly in place holding Jerry.
Jerry's two legs hung weakly in the air; hands could only subconsciously hug her neck to maintain body balance.
Fiona's nose breath was scorching; every breath sprayed on his face.
This intense kiss lasted for a long time. Until both were somewhat out of breath, Fiona moved a little distance away.
A wisp of silver thread pulled out from between their separated lips, appearing exceptionally lewd under the moonlight.
Fiona panted heavily, chest rising and falling unsteadily.
Her cheeks were flushed red due to lack of oxygen and excitement, eyes shockingly bright.
Fiona looked at Jerry in her arms, also panting, a trace of astonishment on his face, a victorious smile curling the corner of her mouth.
She brought her lips close to Jerry's ear, voice light and fluttering, yet carrying unquestionable temptation and control.
"Honey!" Tongue tip intentionally or unintentionally slid across Jerry's earlobe, "Then, do you want to see... what I look like without wearing panties tomorrow too?"