Veronica thought for a moment.
"Can we give them at least a little bit?" She asked, glaring over at her sisters.
You gave her a look, and Ron sighed.
"Let's go…" She said sadly.
Ruby was not a drunkard. She had always been quite firm on that fact whenever her alcohol consumption was brought up.
She was just… a bit more capable of holding her alcohol than others, given her giant biology. That simply meant she drank more.
It was everyone else's fault, honestly, for being such lightweights.
Hagrid sighed, resting her forehead on the bar at the Leaky Cauldron. That's what her mother used to say, at the very least.
Hagrid grumbled, only slightly buzzed, and lifted her head, fishing out her coin pouch, alongside, accidentally, a fistful of the other random items that had been in her pocket, and reaching inside to withdraw a few more Sickles.
Sliding them over to the bartender, the woman smiled at her as she took them.
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"Another round, Rubes?" She said, knowingly. Already pouring the glass, she continued. "You know, I'm glad. During the school year, you usually vanish entirely, so it's good to see you, even if it's just a few days before the start. You're my best customer, after all~" She finished, sliding the glass down the table.
Ruby caught it, glaring a bit.
"Shut up, Rose." She grumbled before lifting it up and down the oversized tanker of whisky. As much as she disliked the teasing, Rose had been kind to her over the years. The most telling part of that kindness came in her custom mug for the Tavern.
Rose only charged her regular prices, even though she filled up Ruby's much larger glass with nearly twice the alcohol of others.
The white-haired woman just smiled, moving on to the next customer, while Hagrid busied herself with looking down at the variety of random items that had emerged from the depths of her coat.
A scraplet, which she crushed promptly before it could get to the nearby stirring spoon, a couple more sickles, enough for one more round, a couple of old notes and bills and-
Hagrid swallowed, as she slowly reached down and lifted the image of her parents from the table.
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Seeing Dad smile and wave at her, his hand on Mum's leg, was both uplifting and heartbreaking. Da' really had been the life of their family. The glue. When he passed away, they'd just… fallen apart.
Mum had returned to the homelands, and Ruby had stayed behind… It hadn't been a pretty separation. Now, years later, she hasn't spoken to her mother once… Sure, she received letters, but Ruby…
She couldn't help but feel it was Mum's fault. Sometimes she couldn't help but feel it was her own. She swallowed, staring at the smiling figure of her father for only a few more seconds, before tucking it away into her pocket once more.
She'd… She'd do something.
Maybe, write to Mom. A small note. If she felt like it. Maybe.
Swallowing heavily, she took another drink, the burn fortifying her.
Rose came back around, grinning. There was a distinctly more sympathetic view, though, in the way she smiled.
"Another failure?"
Ruby sighed.
The half-giantess had been going on blind dates for the past few months and, well…
She flinched at the memory of the date earlier today, if you could even still call it that. Ruby had shown up in her best outfit-
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-hell, she'd even had Minerva help her with her hair, but the man she was supposed to meet.
Hagrid gulped, holding back tears at the memory of him screaming and literally running away.
"Yeesh, that bad?" Rose asked, wincing.
Ruby nodded morosely.
The bartender refilled her cup.
"On me. You'll get a man one day, girl. That little shit's an idiot. Why, if I wasn't married, I'd have had that big tongue of yours between my-"
"I get it!" Ruby yelped, looking around. "I get it, thank you, Rose." Her voice carried a silent plea for her to stop talking.
They were in public, and Rose had a husband.
But…
She did appreciate the thought, really.
The white-haired woman laughed melodically.
"Well, you tell me if you ever wanna test it out. I'm sure we can figure something out." She said, sending one last gentle tease at Hagrid before a more pensive look came over her face. "You know… I have an idea that might help your mental, make you more likely to catch yourself a man, and you'll be helping the hubby and me out." She said in a low tone.
Hagrid slowly perked up. At this point she'd do anything.
Seeing her attention was caught, Rose smiled.
"How do you feel about babysitting?"
Hagrid paused, blinked, and then paused again.
"What?"
Rose grinned wider.
"The Hubby and I were thinking about going on a little anniversary trip to the States. I heard that a portal back home had opened up. But we haven't found anyone to watch the girls yet. Normally, during work hours, Hubby's the stay-at-home parent, but with no one at home…" She trailed off. "They might destroy the building." She finished.
"And this would make it easier for me to get a boyfriend?" Ruby asked, unsure.
Rose nodded.
"Absolutely. Men love a woman with experience with children. It's like honey to them." She said, smiling in the same way Ruby recalled the used-broom salesmen did when she purchased hers for Hogwarts. "It's a surefire way to make you more attractive…"
"I- for how long? And would they be alright at Hogwarts?"
"Oh, I'm sure you could find a place for them, and it would only be for, say… a few months. Five or six, maybe. We'd pay too."
Hagrid hesitated. She was relatively certain she was being scammed but-
Her thighs clenched together.
…It was worth it.
"I'll do it." She said.
Rose nodded.
"Let me just confirm it with Hubby first."
Rose turned to the side.
"Hey, you cool with Ruby watching the girls?"
Ruby turned to look at Rose's husband, sitting just a bit further down the bar, with a faraway look in his eyes. At her words, he straightened a bit, a spark of hope entering his eyes.
"…Really?" he asked.
Rose nodded.
"God, please, yes." He said at last.
Rose snickered before leaning in.
"Don't tell 'im, but Justice, Azzy, Pandy, and I are all preggers again already. We're saving the surprise for the trip."
"Congratulations."
Rose nodded happily before turning.
"Anyways, let me get the girls for you."
She looked towards the stairs.
"Oi! Cerb's, get down here!"
There came a rush of nine different, identical-looking, white hairs girls down the staircase. Rose glared.
"Not all of you, just the kids."
Three of them dispersed, and Rose glared harder.
Another three slumped before vanishing as well, leaving the last three.
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"""Yes, Mum?""" They asked in unison.
Rose explained the situation, and as one they turned towards the still slightly drunk Ruby, who was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake.
And then they pounced.
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You and Veronica turned towards your classmates, wands at the ready.
The room was already chaos, and it had become even more so in the brief time you took to rescue the redheaded Witch.
Harry had, evidently, decided that given the size of the room, the presence of enemies, and the direness of the situation, this was a good time to try out some of her more… interesting spells.
She'd already gone through a few, if the current carnage was any indication.
Part of the floor had been ripped up, forming into large, walking golems that slammed their fists down at the two nimble figures dashing about.
And they were moving. It looked almost like something out of a movie, the way they dodged the large golems' attacks with backflips and twirls, their hair flying wildly behind them as they moved.
And that wasn't the only thing happening, as the two golems fought, streams of colored light fired from a small stone bunker Harry had erected. You didn't actually know the spell she'd used to make that one, but evidently it was working. There was only a small slit, through which she could angle her wand in the defense, and there seemed to be a continuous stream of spells spilling from it.
The two Dog Girls tried to dodge all of them, but occasionally, a combination of the physical and magical attacks would overwhelm them, and spells would splash against their naked bodies.
The effects were varied, ranging from frankly horrifying; one time the other girl had been flung back, pustules and boils springing up over her form, while others were more mundane, for example, a length of rope tying around them.
What was even more intimidating, though, was the speed by which the dog girls seemed to shake off the effects; almost consistently, the spells would wash away from their bodies, draining like water, and they'd be up again in seconds, and jumping around just as energetic as before.
That wasn't to say, either, that they had no offense. Indeed, occasionally, the girls themselves would slip through, landing a devastating strike against one of the golems, or against Harry's fortifications, that would blast away soil and stone, leaving gaping holes that would slowly start to fill.
Frankly, Harry's combat prowess was more impressive than it was surprising. The girl had a habit of… creatively using spells. McGonagall had actually pulled her to the side several times after class, when Harry had asked questions like 'How difficult was it to transfigure the air in a person's lungs into sand?' and 'Could you transfigure people into chocolate, and then eat them to hide the evidence?'
Honestly, you were rather thankful that she wasn't trying some of her more… creative interpretations.
The thought of taking a stray spell that one of the girls had dodged made you shudder.
Still, it was already rather violent, and Harry, seemingly in reaction to her initial efforts proving fruitless, was escalating the intensity and violence of her spells, as shown by one flying wide, past everyone, and slamming into the Dog Girl who had been enamored by the stick you'd charmed.
The Bombarda slammed into the two, throwing the white-haired girl back, and destroying both the stick and the enchantment that had been placed on it.
She stood, looking confused, before shaking her head as if flinging away water, and turned back towards the commotion in the center of the room.
The noise seemed enough to distract her from Veronica and you, but it still drew her over to Harry, and now there were three fighting Harry's golems and spells. The added number seemed to put your friend on the back foot, though, as they began wearing away at her minions.
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You wondered, idly, where Winnie and Georgia had hidden. You'd have to find them later.
Not willing to let Harry be overwhelmed, though, you turned towards Veronica, who'd just finished her sandwich and was somehow looking not only full, but also as if the food had actually healed some of her cuts and bruises. She had her eyes closed, as if trying to calm down. You did your best not to be distracted by her exposed… assets.
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She really looked good in those new dress pants she'd found.
What was she, some type of video game character?
"You ready?"
The red-haired girl blinked, turning towards the direction you were facing and seeming to notice the situation for the first time. The laughter of the three monster girls, you weren't quite sure what kind yet, filled the air.
"Is that…" She trailed off, squinting. "Harry?"
You nodded.
"Yup. We'll talk more about what exactly-" you gestured to the room as a whole, for lack of anything better to say, "-this all is about, but first we should really deal with them."
And just like, the generously chested redhead nodded, suddenly all business as she focused in on the conflict.
"What's the plan?"
"Well…" You squinted at the three. They were, honestly, oddly coordinated. Scarily so.
The way they flowed past each other, dodged on que, and even positioned themselves for their sister(?) to bounce off of, gaining more height and speed, was frankly supernatural in more than the usual sense.
There was something going on there; you could feel it… it was as if the answer was just hiding in the back of your mind, refusing to come to the front…
Still, you needed to do something, even if you didn't have all the information. From what you could see, though, the best option was clear.
"Divide and conquer." You said, easily. "We need to stop them from working together, and then we need to tie them up, or something similar…" You trailed off.
The Incarcerous charm was the first thing that came to mind, but from your observations, you'd already seen it fail.
If you wanted this to work, then you would likely have to go creative.
Veronica sighed, stepping up next to you, wand at the ready.
"Sometimes I hate my sisters." She bemoaned. You couldn't help but hum in agreement.
They always got you all into the wildest of things.
-x-X-x-
You squinted, examining the group closer. Despite their clear skill and physical prowess, they seemed…
"Haha!"
"Missed me!"
"Ow! You stepped on my tail!"
"I wanna throw the stone guy!"
…Not entirely mature.
To say the least.
Even as they were fighting, and the spells Harry was throwing were not nice spells, the three white-haired dog-girls seemed to find some amusement in the battle, even as they were tossed around and subjected to increasingly violent effects.
They laughed, yelled, and squealed as they jumped around both the Golems and Harry's steadily weakening fortress.
Could you take advantage of that….
Well, obviously. The question was whether this would even work.
You turned to Veronica, who was staring with a look of vague bewilderment. Feeling your gaze, she met your eyes, and you could see the confusion swimming in them as she also watched the honestly bizarre sight.
"…What even are they?" She asked, looking to you for the answer.
Unfortunately, you didn't have an easy one for her. You still weren't entirely sure yourself, although…
You eyed the mixture of dog ears and spaded tails, a suspicion beginning to form as you watched.
You may have an idea soon…
"I don't know, yet." You answered. "But it doesn't matter. We need to help Harry. I have an…" Plan? No. "I have an idea, but I need you to move around the side and get ready to run and help Harry. I don't know how much longer she can keep this up."
Harry was strong, that was certain, and combat magic had always been her speciality, but this- This was more than you'd been expecting already. To maintain the golems while still casting spells had to be taking both a tremendous amount of focus and stamina, both of which you weren't certain she had much more of after such an extended period of continuous casting.
"What are you going to do?" Veronica asked, a worried look on her face as she eyed you. You were reminded of the fact that despite common conceptions, she wasn't as daft as some people thought her to be. "You can't fight all three of them at once."
She was, unfortunately, correct. Physically or even magically, you weren't capable of beating them.
Maybe if you had more time to research spells and knew exactly what they were, you would be able to craft something, or figure out some type of method or attack angle that would be the silver bullet to this situation, but-
You really didn't have the time to do that now. So, plan B.
"I've got a plan." You said, doing your best to smile reassuringly.
Veronica, bless her heart, smiled back, nervously, before creeping along the edges of the mess, towards Harry. You sent another look around for the Twins, but with them nowhere in sight, you sighed before stepping up.
"HEEEEYY!" You called, holding your want to your throat in a silent Sonorus charm, your voice multiplied and echoed so it rang through the room loudly.
Loud enough that it caused all three Dog girls, who had just finished dismantling the last golem, to flinch before, as one, turning to you.
You chuckled nervously at the attention.
"Hey." You said, much quieter.
At your cry, all three of them turned towards you. It was… disconcerting to have all of their attention on you. Still, you had a plan.
Behind them, you could see Veronica flinch at your call and send a bug-eyed look towards you, stepping forward as if to help.
You did your best to give her a look that clearly communicated the 'Absolutely not help Harry' that you were desperate to say.
She seemed to get the message, instead backing away to head towards the Fortress, which had stopped firing spells and had gone worriedly silent.
You wanted to run over and check on Harry, but first-
"A guy."
"It is a guy!"
"Like dad!"
"Only mom's won't beat us up if we-"
"We could-"
"Do you think they'd notice if we put him in the closet? We could feed him and everything!"
"Like the Gerbil?"
"Yeah!"
"We killed the Gerbil."
"Damn…"
"We can try again!"
As they spoke, words fast-paced and cheerful, they crept forward. You didn't want them to simply begin attacking. Once they did, it would be hard to get a word in edge-wise, so you had to speak quickly and fast.
"Wait!"
They paused, only momentarily. That was good enough, honestly. It showed they at least gave some heed to your words.
"Before we start tearing each other to shreds over nothing, can I ask a question?"
The three glanced at each other.
"Sure." One said.
Step One. Butter your targets.
"I couldn't help but notice, but- you three. You're pretty damn strong." You said, watching as the three preened under the compliment. "On top of that, you've got-" What would three human-shaped monster girls find nice to be complimented about?
Probably the same as regular girls, huh.
"-nice bodies. I can tell you take care of yourselves." You tried.
They blinked vacantly, in sync.
"What?"
"Our Dad takes care of us."
"And sometimes Ms. Ruby."
Oh dear.
They were idiots.
"…I mean, you're sexy."
"Oh!"
"Ohhhh."
"Why didn't you say that from the start?"
They all giggled to each other, blushing slightly, at your words, while you idly wondered how many brain cells there were between the three of them.
"I was truly-" You were going to say awestruck, but thought better of it, "-stunned by your beauty."
"Oh, you."
"We do have that effect."
"I'm hungry."
You squinted.
It was time for the finishing blow.
"But I couldn't help but wonder, really…" I trailed off purposefully, and the three leaned forward. "No… I shouldn't say."
They narrowed their eyes, and you pretended to crack under the pressure.
"Well, I was just wondering… Which one of you was the strongest?"
A simultaneous blink, and then your eceived your answers.
All three of them.
"Me."
"'Tis I!"
"That's easy, it's my sisters."
They all froze and turned to each other.
From there…
Your plan worked perfectly.
"What do you mean it's you?"
"I was the one who got to train with Dad."
"We all did, stupid!"
"Uh, guys, I'm still hungry, and I feel like this isn't the best use of our time."
"It's me!"
"No!"
Two of them tackled each other, and the third sighed, giving you a look that told you she knew exactly what you were doing. You tried your best be neutral, even as an evil smile came across her face.
"Winner gets to fuck the human!" She yelled before diving in, as the noise doubled. Across the room, Harry, who was being partially carried by Veronica, screeched and seemed ready to dive in herself.
The one who'd yelled gave you a grin before seeming to give in and diving into the pile of fists, teeth, and fur herself.
It was almost like a cartoon, watching the three wrestle and roughhouse.
You… weren't expecting them to get that far.
You also hadn't expected to be the… prize.
Ruminating on that, you carefully inched around the roaming ball of three fighting dog-girls and headed towards Veronica and Harry.
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Crossing the room, you met up with Veronica and the limping but in one-piece Harry.
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The shorter girl's hair was disheveled, and she was breathing heavily. The white shirt she'd worn, a loose shirt she mostly used for pajamas, was soaked with sweat, and thus slightly transparent.
She was also glaring heavily at the ball of the fighting white-haired dog-girls.
It was very clear that Harry was not prepared for this type of exertion, if what you could see poking through her shirt was any indicator. On top of that, the shoulder of the shirt had slipped down, revealing a bit more of her chest than she was normally comfortable with.
Not that the girl seemed to notice. Her eyes were locked on you, even as she had trouble walking; the sheer drain from casting so much magic in such a short period of time forced her to rely on Veronica to stand.
"Herman…" She panted out. "Are you alright?"
You nodded.
"Yeah, are you? That was…" You tried to find the words to fit what you just saw. "Impressive." You settled on at last.
She cracked a small smile, shifting herself more upright in a movement that did very unfortunate, or fortunate, depending on your point of view, things to her neckline.
"I've been practicing." She said, blushing.
"I could tell; you'll have to teach me later."
You both smiled at each other, and there was more of a moment of silence before Veronica's eyes slowly traveled down between the two of you, and then to Harry's chest.
More specifically, to something you didn't notice, too caught up in your appreciation for Harry's abilities.
"Blimey, Harry. You're tits out."
It was almost as if there was a record scratch that went through the room.
Harry looked down, slowly.
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"Oh."
Her voice was small.
She looked back up, meeting your eyes.
"H-Herman, I can explain!" She stuttered out, eyes wide and face red. "I-I'm not a girl- It's not-" She seemed to freeze, trying to figure out something to say, before finally breaking, relaxing her shoulders with a defeated look on her face.
"Fine. It's true. I'm sorry, Herman, but… I've been lying to you."
She has?
"I'm not, actually, a boy." She fixed her top as she spoke, and shifted nervously. "This entire time, I've been a girl. I've been hiding my gender since birth at the direction of Headmaster Dumbledore, to better hide me from the Death Eaters, and… a few other reasons." She blushed, grabbing her arm. She looked near tears, and this was clearly a large revelation for her. But-
"Harry… did you think I didn't know you were female? I've known since I met you…" You trailed off, frankly confused and bewildered.
Harry's eyes widened, and she seemed utterly stunned. Her mouth opened and closed several times, nothing coming out.
You continued.
"I thought you kn-"
"Done!"
You blinked at the interruption before turning to your side.
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"I'm the strongest. That means I get my prize, right?" She asked, happily, eying your crotch with a hungry expression. Behind her were the passed-out forms of her two sisters, sprawled across the room.
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You considered your options before sighing.
In theory, and this was only a thought excursion, you could likely stun or beat the other in some way, now that her sisters were out for the count. Only-
You had a feeling, no, a premonition, that if you tried to break your agreement, the other two would wake up fast and punish your dishonesty.
So instead, you sighed and moved to the side, your hands dropping to fiddle with your belt. The motion had both Harry and Veronica snapping their eyes to you, in what seemed to be an almost instinctive action.
Their reactions, though, were vastly different.
Veronica's eyes, which were lidded from weariness, went wide open as her eyes locked onto your waistband, almost quivering as it lowered; otherwise she seemed frozen.
Harry, on the other hand…
"Wait!" She shouted, jumping between the Dog Girl and you, arms forming an X almost desperately. "You can't seriously be considering actually doing this, can you?" She shot a nervous, angry, emotional glance back at the white-haired girl, who was frowning at her. "Do her?"
There was an indignant 'hey' from the female in question, but Harry didn't seem to notice, instead staring at you imploringly, as if trying to will you into a specific answer.
You winced, letting go of your pants and letting them fall to the ground, leaving you in your boxer briefs, which did a stellar job at showing off your package to the three females in the room (you wondered where the twins went).
"Well…" You trailed off, rubbing the back of your head. "I'm not just going to lie about it."
"Why not!?" She asked. "We can take her!" She waved at the other. "Look at her, she's pathetic."
You couldn't help but wince at the harsh words, not that the other seemed much bothered. She'd been distracted from the conversation by a stray piece of dust floating through the air, and was trying to catch it.
"I mean, I'd feel bad…" You answered. You genuinely would. Not to mention your bad feeling.
It helped, admittedly, that the White-Haired Woman weren't bad-looking at all.
Harry's eye twitched once, and then twice, and she opened her mouth to say something else, but was stopped when, evidently no longer distracted, she was bowled over by the naked girl in question.
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"No more waiting! I wanna make puppies!" She demanded with a grin.
Harry, who'd been knocked to the ground, rolled over and glared up at the girl, her clothing even more disheveled now. You averted your eyes respectfully, instead choosing the more civilized option of admiring the standing girl's tits.
"What! No!" Harry growled, getting the other's attention. She looked down at your friend.
"What do you mean?" Her ears flicked as she blinked, face blank.
Harry pushed herself up, brushing off dust, before stomping up to the other and planting her finger directly between her breasts.
"You don't get to have sex with him." She said.
The Dog Girl (You really needed to get her name) tilted her head, perplexed.
"Why not?"
The other Ravenclaw froze, as if not expecting the question.
"Well, I uh-" She cut herself off, face reddening. She didn't seem sure as to what to say, and in response, the object of her ire grinned and turned away, a smug smile on her face.
"Ah, you wanted the male for yourself. Not fast enough, though, shortie~ You snooze, you lose." She skipped over, wrapping her arms around your own, pressing it between her breasts. "Better luck next time."
Harry vibrated, seemingly in a mix of outrage and embarrassment, before something seemed to snap, and she jerked up, staring the other in the eyes.
"No."
The black-haired girl stomped forward, but instead of going for the smirking white-haired girl, she moved to your other side. Grabbing your arm, she hugged it between her own apparently not terribly small breasts.
"He's mine!"
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To be completely honest, you felt a little bit like a chew toy being tugged between two lap dogs, more than anything. Except one was actually a Pitbull and the other was a Chihuahua with a gun.
"I won the fight; that means he's my mate now. Cerberus Rules!" You winced as an abnormally strong yet deceptively thin set of arms pulled you towards their owner
"What the fuck are Cerberus Rules! Herman is his own person, and he wouldn't ever choose you when he has much better options." You were pulled back in the other direction.
The two had been arguing for only ten minutes now, and it had still gotten absolutely nowhere. They'd only managed to fling insults and more at each other, and it seemed that they could only hear what the other had to say.
You'd tried multiple times to interject, but been ignored each time. Veronica, who you had originally hoped to be your saving grace, seemed to be frozen.
She had a rather odd look on her face, flushed entirely red, with a bit of blood leaking from her nose. You hoped she was alright. Her eyes flicked between the three of you constantly, and she seemed off in her thoughts.
Wherever she was in her daydream, at the very least, it had to be better than your own position.
"He's MINE!"
"Over your dead body!"
The latest series of shoves seemed close to pulling your arms entirely out of their sockets.
As you opened your mouth to once more try and defuse the situation, feeling rather exposed in your boxer briefs, sandwiched between two women, and nearly, embarrassingly enough, at full mast because of it, the air seemed to change, as Harry narrowed her eyes.
"Why would he even want you anyway? A mutt like you doesn't have the sort of body that Herman would ever be interested in. You're totally not his type." Harry, who seemed to have become so fervent and outraged that she was far past reason, was red in the face as she made the claim, sounding entirely certain.
Personally, you'd never actually even given any thought to your own preference, but still, the words were enough to cause a gasp of offense from the Cerberus.
"Excuse me!" She growled before, slowly, her snarl faded into a far more smug look. "How about we test it, if you're so confident?"
You blinked in confusion, and Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Explain?"
Rather than answering the demand with words, you were, mercifully, released by the white-haired girl, who instead reached and grabbed Harry, yanking the surprised girl away from you, and slightly forward, pulling her flush with her body in a frankly somewhat sensuous and flirtatious manner.
At the same time, taking advantage of Harry's surprise, the other girl slipped her hands down, pushing down her waistband to rather boldly cup your friend's substantial rump.
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Harry's face reddened, and she looked down, a mix of confusion, flustered, and shocked at the other's actions, even as her attacker continued speaking.
"We'll just let the male choose!" She declared cheerfully before, using her grip, she spread the raven-haired girl's cheeks, exposing her most private parts to you, while angling her body to show off her own.
You looked towards Harry.
And then back towards the Cerberus (something you would be researching more about later. The Three-Headed Greek hellhound? There were three of them, you guessed.)
You were not prepared for this, although looking back at your previous encounters of the magical variety, at this school specifically, should have alerted you to exactly what was going to happen.
You couldn't help but ponder when you were going to learn. This felt like it was almost a trope at this point. Some type of plot point in a shitty smut story written by an amateur.
"Well, 'Her-Man'? What do you choose?" The Cerberus asked, smirking as she continued molesting your friend. "This-" she looked down towards Harry, "-short, unimpressive specimen, or-" she posed, dramatically, "I. A full-blooded Cerberus Demon, of a noble and mostly pure line."
Her words were surprisingly verbose, as if the brain cells shared between the three bodies were suddenly available for use by a single mind.
Harry struggled briefly, but didn't seem to be able to escape from the other; her wand had been dropped in the sudden movement and was on the ground a few feet away. Instead of using her magic, Harry resorted to a verbal assault instead.
"Let me go, you mangy mutt- " she snarled, wiggling as best she could. Unfortunately for her, and for your own dignity, all it did was have her sensually writhe her body against the naked pale woman's, in a sight that was, admittedly, quite attractive.
You watched, swallowing dryly, as the white-haired woman met your eyes, staring you down with a daring smirk. "Choose."
A bead of sweat ran down your back, and you worried, only briefly, about what you were going to say. There didn't seem to be any good option that avoided all the consequences.
And then you remembered.
You were Herman Granger.
A motherfucking Wizard.
"Both."
All three young women in the room blinked, turning to you as one, pairs of red, green, and blue eyes staring at you in a mixture of shock and confusion.
"…What?" Harry said.
You put your best smile on, and rather than having to pretend you genuinely did feel confident, you pointed.
"I choose both. At the same time."
There was a thump, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Veronica collapse to the ground, a frankly perverted looking smile on her face. You didn't have the time to check on her, unfortunately.
If you didn't do this right, a tingle in the back of your head told you that things wouldn't go well.
Harry flushed, wriggling again, still stuck in the other's grip.
"You can't just- " she started, before being cut off by her captor.
"Ohh~ This is just like what mom used to talk about!" The beast-woman sounded pleased. Excited, even. "Do you think you have what it takes?" She wiggled her hips, seductively.
You stepped forward, nodding. Your hands went down to your briefs, and with a swift movement, you pulled them off, your length springing out from its fabric prison to hang out.
There was a blur of movement, and suddenly-
"Whoah~ Look at this… I've only ever seen it in books!" Said the white-haired girl, suddenly kneeling at your feet, face only inches away from your shaft, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted in a distinctly canine-like motion, and her mouth was set in a wide smile.
"W-what." On the other side, hand still held captive by her new companion(?), was Harry. Still in her white shirt and lacking pants entirely, she'd somehow been maneuvered into a kneeling position herself, and was staring, seeming a bit shocked, or in awe.
It was the same face she made whenever you changed in your dorm room. You'd always assumed that she was amazed at your incredible physique, but now…
You were starting to wonder if perhaps your good friend was staring at you for slightly less pure reasons….
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"If you have trouble choosing… we can help!" She cheered, leaning forward to press her cheek against your shaft like a particularly affectionate puppy. "Just a sample and it'll be clear why I'm the better option." She said happily, and you shuddered at the feeling of her warm cheek on your shaft.
"H-hey!" A pair of small hands wrapped around your dick, before freezing, as if the action was more involuntary than anything. Still, Harry glared at the other. "Stop touching Herman! He's not yours!" She growled, before looking up to meet your gaze. She opened her mouth to say something, before closing it, face flushed. Her hands began slowly stroking your shaft.
Hesitantly, and entirely unsure of how you were supposed to react at this point (frankly, you hadn't thought this far ahead, a rarity for you), your hands hovered above the two girls, one who refused to look at you for embarrassment, and one that seem to refuse to look anywhere else but directly into your eyes as she dragged her tongue down your length, provoking a shiver to go up your spine.
She giggled.
"Oh…" She purred, "He liked that." She said, before doing it again, trailing her tongue from base to tip, flicking your cockhead with your tongue before withdrawing it, much to Harry's shock. "What a poor male. Don't worry, if the other woman won't take care of you properly, my sisters and I will…" She said, her eyes briefly glancing over to the pile of her passed-our doubles, and then back.
"N-no!" Harry's words sounded weak, evidently even to her own ears, and she seemed to wilt at others' giggles.
And then, her eyes narrowed, the green in them sparking dangerously as she stiffened and glared.
Shuffling over, she shouldered the other girl out of the way with surprising strength, provoking a yelp.
"You can't have him because I'm Herman's girlfriend." She stated, staring the other down. Then, before you got a chance to even mention Nora, Harry opened her mouth and-
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She took your cockhead into her mouth, and closed her lips around it, staring up at you as she gave the tip of your dick a hesitant lick.