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The Hogwarts School of Fuck Everybody [ OPEN PSL/MEME ]

The Harry Potter AU: Smutty Edition

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[ Oh god whose House Ghost is this guy? Merlin help you if he's yours.

Commonly haunts the girls' Prefects bathroom, but has been known to drift to the boys' when bored. ]

[ It's a little late and Hinata's treating herself for once by using the Prefects' bathroom instead of taking the convenient way out and using the one in Gryffindor Tower; she isn't going to let any odd rumors worry her, especially not when she's trying to be more confident these days. Besides, not that she was in here often last year, but the few times she was she never noticed anything weird...

She's already most of the way through undressing, just getting the last button on her blouse unfastened; it's the only thing she still has on besides the more grownup lacy bra and panties that Ino had convinced her to buy during a summer shopping trip.

But then just about everything about her's more grown up than it was before summer hit, like the new curves that necessitated that underwear buying expedition to start with. ]

[ Being a residential poltiergeist, Grimmjow didn't actually have a form he had to adhere to. He could be his usual self, presumably a little like what he'd looked like back when he'd died, or he could take any number of forms, or, like now, he could be completely invisible.

Which made pinpointing his location in the Prefects' bathroom a little difficult. There's three options:

One - Sitting on the sill of one of the high, stained glass windows.

Two - Sprawled on one of the bathing lounges next to the massive ~~pool~~ bath.

Three - In the bath.

It's anyone's guess. ]

[ When she slips the blouse off she turns, draping it over the lounge that holds her other clothes. Closer inspection reveals her underwear's actually a pale pink rather than white, but the contrast with her skin won't be noticeable for too long; sweeping her hair over her shoulder and out of the way, she reaches back to unfasten her bra.

Or maybe it will be, because just when the bra straps are slipping down off her shoulders and the cups are starting to fall away from the curves of her breasts she stops in her tracks, looking surprised and concerned. ]

Ah—!

[ ...And then she patters over on bare feet to the pool's edge and strains to reach one of the far taps. Which happens to call attention to the adorable rows of little lacy ruffles over the back of her panties.

She'd forgotten to add the bubble bath sooner, when the water filling in would generate the most bubbles. She sighs, standing back straight. ]

...It won't be as bubbly now...

......

[ Did bubbles suddenly pop along the surface of the water in one of the far corners? It's like there was a vent down there, or trapped air.

They gave off an impression of anger and frustration. Kinda.

He swears, since she's showed back up to school with a physique that is both first class as well as unexpected, he's been waiting until she's actually been alone in the bathroom. She usually comes with friends, but now that she's 'blossomed' she seems to have developed a complex about showing of her new assets.

It's driving him crazy.

Just get in the damn water! ]

I guess it's still good enough...

[ The sound of popping bubble's lost behind that of the last bit of water flowing into the pool, not registering enough to earn a glance.

It's not perfect, but it's definitely still bubbly enough to qualify as a bubble bath so she won't let it bother her. She moves back to the lounge, slipping her bra off as she goes and leaving her bare to the waist. She also takes a moment to tie her hair up, humming quietly, the motion of raising her arms making the ample curve of her breasts visible from behind.

She might be self-conscious about how her body's grown around other people, nervous even around the other girls when changing, but she's by herself right now; there's no reason to hide or worry about what isn't going to be seen by anyone else. There isn't any pause or shyness when she hooks her fingers into her panties and slides them down and off, and she doesn't think about how partway through there's the brief hint of her vulva visible when she bends down in the process of removing and retrieving the garment.

When she turns and moves to enter the bath, naked at last, she doesn't try to cover herself from eyes that aren't there, doesn't cross her arms over her breasts, doesn't hide the dark patch of hair between her legs with a nervous hand. She's open and content when she slips down into the water, this time the sigh that escapes her more pleasant when warmth envelops her and already starts to ease the day's tensions from her body. ]

Grimmjow! I know you're here!

[ STALKING THROUGH THE BATHROOM, robes flowing angrily behind her, she is the perfect picture of tiny, compressed anger. ]

The other prefects have been hearing inappropriate comments from the toilets again!

[ And really, there's only one culprit for that. ]

[ As soon as she crosses the threshold into the bathroom - and, truly, before the door even finishes closing behind her - there's a massive WHOOSH of air from under her feet.

It takes a lot, after all, to flip up her skirt and her robes. ]

Bows again today, huh?

[ Says a disembodied voice that sounds like it's coming from the floor. ]

[ Dawn lets out a little outraged shriek as she tries to pin her billowing robes and skirt down with her hands but it's too little, too late. ]

I-it's none of your business!

[ Still, she stamps her foot angrily on the ground, even though she knows that he's probably already gone. ]

Why are you even so interested i-in things you'll never get to touch?

[ Is she goading him? She's goading him. After all, he's never actually laid a hand on any of the students before. Just a stream of highly-detailed and sometimes highly-critical remarks. ]

...

[ This girl.

Always pushing it. ]

Who the hell said I was interested? [ Can't kick something incorporeal, Dawn. In fact, he proves this by floating up from the floor, through her in a ripple of coolness, and then out, hovering over the bath. ]

You've got the assets of a tree branch.

[ A little gasp escapes from her and she shivers, clutching herself as he passes through her... Although that doesn't last very long, as she angrily rounds on him, skidding as close as she can to the edge of the bath to yell at him: ]

What's that supposed to mean!?

[ ARE YOU SAYING SHE'S UGLY, YOU STUPID GHOST. ]

It means you look like a stick.

Or - [ That grin is up to no good. Dawn will feel an abrupt, heavy tap right between her shoulder blades. ] - like a wet cat.

[ How did he do that from the middle of the pool? Ghost magic. ]

[ She only has time to let out one loud shriek before she topples into the water with an absolutely amazing splash. Not to worry, she resurfaces almost immediately, coughing and sputtering as she claws towards the edge of the huge bath to haul herself out.

And with her robes clinging wetly to her form instead of billowing around her, it reveals a form Grimmjow hasn't seen in quite a while - not since she stopped using the prefect baths once she discovered that Grimmjow was a regular lurker. Whatever she'd looked like during the beginning of her tenure as prefect she's far from sticklike now, from how the black fabric outlines the curve of her hips and butt, or how it clings dangerously to plump, soft breasts.

Not that Dawn notices, not when she's raging at him like a spitting mad cat. ]

You-- Y-you jerk! Look at me, I'm completely wet! How can I walk around looking like this?

[ He actually shuts up for a little while. His sarcastic comments die on his lips, he shuts his mouth, and he just looks at her, from the top of her sopping head to the dripping ends of her robes, lingering for a long moment at certain bust- and butt-related areas.

The blank look of his might even be a little scary. ]

...yeah, that's a good question.

[ Abruptly, an invisible hand (hands?) grasp the bottom of her robe and yank it up and right off her. ]

[ Busy trying to wring the water out of the hem of her robes (a futile effort, considering the rest of her, but has to try) she doesn't notice the sudden silence at first, or the strange, blank look on his face. It's only when she realizes that he hasn't reminded her of her lack of appeal again in the past thirty seconds does she look up to snap what are you looking at--

And then she lets out another girlish shriek that echoes off the tiles as her vision is temporarily blinded by the robes flying off of her, leaving her only in the thin uniform she wore underneath. Her wet sweater vest sticks to her like a second skin, the white blouse underneath practically transparent, and the shape and outline of a cute, lacy bra completely clear through fabric. The dangerously short miniskirt clings to her thighs and hugging her hips, perfectly framing long, slender legs, mirroring how her hair draws attention to the slender, delicate curve of her neck as it clings silkily to pale skin.

But all Dawn knows is that she's wet, angry, and Grimmjow's probably setting her up for another one of his pranks, again. ]

Grimmjow! What do you think you're doing? When I get your hands on you, I-I'm going to make you sorry--!

Edited 2014-07-04 03:54 (UTC)

[He wants to pee in peace god damn it.]

HEY! Get out of here or I'll bind you to a urinal or something.

[ What's that flying through the air?

An unopened roll of toilet paper. It's aimed right for Silver's head. ~~Bitch you want to start something.~~ ]

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