But once she was dressed, Crabbe and Goyle pinned her to a chair.
"What do you want now?" Harley struggled.
"What do we want? A little parting gift." Malfoy smirked maliciously.
He had Pansy fetch some candy from the nearby snack pile. He first picked out a Chocolate Frog and waved it in front of Harley.
"You've never seen one of these before, have you? Its main feature is that it doesn't melt easily, and before it does, it...
"It keeps hopping like a real frog. What if I put it inside your pussy?" Malfoy asked, not waiting for Harley's consent before spreading her legs and stuffing both chocolate frogs into her.
"Stop... you can't do this... ah..." The strange sensation made Harley cry out. The chocolate frogs hopped relentlessly inside her sensitive pussy, bringing her pleasure yet terrifying her with the thought of how to remove them.
"It's not over yet!" Malfoy held ten unchewed balls of Blow Bubble Super Bubblegum, each about four centimeters in diameter. He proceeded to stuff all ten into Harley's anus.
"We don't have much time—the train's about to arrive. This will satisfy your hungry ass for now. I'll properly feed you next time." Ignoring Harley's struggles, Malfoy only stopped after all the bubblegum balls were firmly lodged inside her.
When the train arrived at the station, Wesley brothers and Hermione found Harley, her limbs weak and trembling, alone in the carriage.
"Harley, are you alright?" The faster-moving twins immediately spotted Harley collapsed on the floor. They rushed to her side and helped her up.
"Mmm... ah... I'm... I'm fine... ah..." Harley didn't want to worry them, but she couldn't suppress her moans.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, his face etched with concern. He felt terrible for letting her leave alone earlier.
"I..." Harley felt too ashamed to tell the truth.
"Ah..." Seeing her reluctance, the Twins exchanged a glance and began examining her themselves. Their hands on her body made Harley gasp.
"Fred, George, you're..." Their bold actions made the still-virginal Ron blush crimson.
"Is it here?" George parted her folds, and sticky fluid slowly oozed out, accompanied by faint gurgling sounds from inside.
"Mmm..." Harley nodded, her face burning with shame.
"We can't remove this now. We'll have to wait until after the banquet to help you," George said.
"Anything else?" Fred asked.
"Back there..." Harley mumbled, her voice softer than a mosquito's hum, her head lowered.
"Here?" Fred slipped his hand into her rear, feeling round, smooth spheres.
"What's this?" he asked in astonishment.
"Blow Bubble Super Bubblegum..." Harley's head felt like it was about to smoke.
The twins quickly dressed her. By now, the train was completely empty.
"You go ahead and head to the boats first! Don't miss the Sorting Ceremony. I hope you get sorted into Gryffindor. No matter what happens, we'll figure out a way to get you out of there tonight," George said.
"Um... thank you," Harley said gratefully.
Flushing crimson, she stumbled after Ron and Hermione, who supported her. No one spoke the entire way. Ron's face was even redder than hers, stealing occasional glances at her.
Hermione, meanwhile, was replaying the earlier scene in her mind.
Harley's lewd display had left her own arousal tingling. She wasn't some virtuous maiden; she'd always casually seduced men who caught her eye to scratch her itch, she thought.
…
Later.
Professor McGonagall led the new students to a small chamber adjacent to the Great Hall to await the Sorting Ceremony. Harley's legs moved involuntarily, clenching and rubbing against her lower body as the Chocolate Frog continued to torment her sensitive entrance.
"Harley, let me help you!" Hermione said, feigning kindness. Without waiting for a response, she reached under Harley's robes.
Hermione reached under Harley's short skirt, skillfully parting her underwear to target her most intimate area.
"Ah..." Harley gasped, startled by the sudden intrusion. Seeing people nearby glance over, she quickly feigned nonchalance, too afraid to move.
Maliciously, Hermione inserted her index and middle fingers into Harley's slick opening, rapidly rotating and thrusting them. Harley couldn't suppress her moans.
"Mmm... ah... ah... mmm..." Harley quickly covered her mouth, but Ron, who had been watching her intently, clearly heard her stifled gasps. His erection strained against his robes, threatening to embarrass him if not for the concealing fabric.
Seeing Harley flushed and panting from her ministrations, Hermione's lips curved into a smirk. She deliberately pushed the Chocolate Frog deeper, until it brushed against Harley's cervix.
Harley was so overwhelmed she nearly lost her balance. Ron moved behind her, half-supporting, half-embracing her. Standing a head taller than Harley, he effortlessly cupped her breasts with his hands. Ron swallowed hard, kneading her soft mounds.
"No... someone will see... ah... mmm..." Harley whispered, trying to stop her, but Hermione's mischievous grin and Ron's eager hands left her powerless to resist.
Hermione and Ron, with his mind in the gutter, were utterly useless.
Professor McGonagall's timely reappearance saved her. Harley struggled to keep up, her underwear constantly rubbing against her inner thighs under the pretext of "preventing the candy balls from falling out of her rear." Now, the fabric was deeply embedded in her folds, causing relentless irritation.
When it was finally Harley's turn for sorting, she slowly approached the Sorting Hat under the watchful eyes of the crowd. After placing it on her head, she was plunged into darkness and silence. Just as she began to think the hat was malfunctioning, a grizzled male voice whispered in her ear:
"It's been ages since I've seen such a depraved girl. Your experiences have been truly remarkable—far surpassing even your mother's exploits in her day!" The lecherous voice sighed appreciatively, as if commenting on a porn film.
"You..." Harley's face flushed crimson with anger, silently cursing the perverted old man in her mind.
"Alright, let's see where you belong," the voice muttered to itself.
"Don't put me in Slytherin, don't put me in Slytherin," Harley murmured silently. Finally, the Sorting Hat boomed, "Gryffindor!"
Harley breathed a sigh of relief, removed the hat, and headed toward the Gryffindor table. She definitely didn't want to be sorted into the same house as Malfoy.
Hmph! Little girl, daring to call me a perverted old man in your mind? Don't blame me for not telling you that little secret, the Sorting Hat crowed smugly.
After all, it prided itself on its omniscience, able to peer into people's thoughts and possessing a vast repository of knowledge accumulated over a thousand years. Its perch in the Headmaster's Office allowed it to eavesdrop on the conversations of past Headmasters, granting it access to countless gossip and secrets.
Unaware of the Sorting Hat's thoughts, Harley walked to the seat the Weasley brothers had saved for her. The Twins flanked her, squeezing Ron and Hermione to the side.
A dazzling array of dishes suddenly materialized on the table, many of which Harley had never seen or tasted before. Yet she found it impossible to eat, her mind preoccupied and unable to focus on the food, not even Headmaster Dumbledore's speech could divert her attention.
"Harley, dear, starving, aren't you? Try this crispy fried chicken leg," Fred said, picking up a golden-brown drumstick. Just as Harley was about to tell him she wasn't hungry, Fred's hand, still holding the chicken leg, vanished beneath the tablecloth.
"Ah... what are you doing?" Harley gasped, startled as the vanished chicken leg suddenly penetrated her drenched pussy. Fred had already stolen her transparent, soaked panties.
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