"Why'd you tell McGonagall we didn't need help decorating?" Ron whinged. Eighth years were required to help with the Unity Ball, but without extra volunteers, the decorating would take ages.
Hermione smirked, raising her wand and casting a series of complicated spells. She worked for several minutes while Ron ducked the flying decorations. When she finished, the ballroom was transformed.
"I didn't want to be disturbed," Hermione said coyly. "However will we occupy the rest of our time now that we've finished?"
Ron's cock twitched. "Wanna find out how sturdy those tables are?"
Hermione smirked, raising her wand and casting a series of complicated spells. She worked for several minutes while Ron ducked the flying decorations. When she finished, the ballroom was transformed.
"I didn't want to be disturbed," Hermione said coyly. "However will we occupy the rest of our time now that we've finished?"
Ron's cock twitched. "Wanna find out how sturdy those tables are?"
Hermione grinned and hopped onto the tabletop.