Porn Stories [R-18]

"Where is everyone?" Harry asked, startled by the lack of noise filling the usually packed corridors, quiet enough for him to pick up the crackling of the torches lighting the way. "I don't think I've ever seen Hogwarts so dead before."

"You didn't hear?" Hermione tutted, rooting through her bag to make sure she hadn't left anything behind after her double Charms lesson. "Professor Dumbledore managed to get a fully functioning muggle projector to work within the Hogwarts wards without bursting into flames. It's all very fascinating, the intricacy required to protect an electronic device from the magic permeating the castle is truly astonishing."

"Harry's not interested in how Dumbledore prevented a bit of old muggle tat from exploding, Hermione," Ron rolled his eyes, tightening his scarf around his neck when the cold chill pouring through the corridor became too much to bear. "He wants to know what Dumbledore's using it for."

"Oh, sorry," Hermione reddened, never one to miss the opportunity to voice her appreciation for displays of complex magic. "The Headmaster wanted to get everyone in the Christmas spirit, so he decided to cancel lessons for the rest of the day in favour of showing old Christmas films."

"I'm surprised you didn't know about that, Harry. Seamus and Dean wouldn't shut up about getting to miss potions with Snape," Ron said, sharing the pair's glee at avoiding a lesson with the notoriously sour potions professor.

"I must've spaced out when they were talking about it," Harry yanwed, rolling his shoulders to try and rid himself of the knot that had formed between his blades. "Quidditch practice has been non-stop this last week. We've already lost to Hufflepuff this year, and we can't afford a loss to Ravenclaw if we want to stand any chance of lifting the cup."

"Honestly, I will never understand why you're so willing to harm yourself for the sake of a silly game," Hermione scoffed, skipping down the stairs leading to the first floor. "If you keep going like this you could end up doing permanent damage to yourself."

"There's more to life than books, Hermione," Ron followed her down, lured by the aroma of food emanating from the Great Hall. "No amount of studying will ever give you the feeling quite as satisfying as seeing the look on Malfoy's face when Gryffindor wins the cup. If it wipes the smirk off that bleached weasel's face, then I say Harry should keep pushing himself until he flies into a wall."

"Speaking of Malfoy, I can't imagine than any Slytherins could bring themselves to sit down and watch muggle films, even if it gets them out of class for a few hours," Harry said, speaking up to prevent Hermione and Ron from exchanging barbs. "Any idea where they're going to be in the mean time?"

"It shouldn't come as any surprise that Malfoy and his cohorts managed to book themselves a practice session on the Quidditch pitch, courtesy of Professor Snape of course," Hermione informed him. "As for the others, I'm not too sure. At least we'll be able to watch the films without having to worry about Malfoy's lot ruining it for everyone."

"I've never seen a muggle film, I wonder how they get all those pictures to move without magic?" Ron asked, leaving Hermione feeling as though she would be spending most of the time explaining the inner workings of muggle filmmaking.