Harry was still reeling from his time spent under the posh buttocks of Hermione Granger, wishing that more than her knickers were separating him from her gigantic rear. When she suddenly rose to her feet over him, back turned, the sight of her shapely butt hanging over him like two pale moons, fittingly wrapped inside a thin veil of white fabric, protected from the world's gaze by her black skirt.
The tiny wizard, who had made quite a name for himself in the magical world for defeating the dark wizard, Voldemort, had been defeated himself by the round posterior of a new first-year student at Hogwarts.
Hermione didn't think about any of this, but she would have most likely found it funny that her bum was now more powerful than a Wizard that had at one point become a boogeyman for the entire Wizarding World.
Her back loomed over Harry for a moment as she fished around inside her grey thigh-high sock, all the while thrusting her hips back towards Harry, making him scared that she was going to use him as her personal seat cushion for a second time as she grasped her wand.
"This ought to put you in your place, you foul, tiny worm." Hermione thought to herself out loud, worrying the boy who lived as she turned to lord over him, the sight of her panty-clad buttocks replaced with the reverse side over her panties as she looked down at him like the London Tower.
The young bookworm pointed the tip of her wand at Harry's chest, with an unlimited amount of spells at her disposal, each capable of making Harry's life even more difficult. But there was only one spell she needed to make sure Harry wouldn't be able to escape her giant butt.
"Epoximise." She chanted as a light appeared at the tip of her wand, striking Harry in the chest, unable to defend himself against magic without his own wand. Not that it would have done him much good without formal training.
Harry looked down at his body, surprised to see nothing had changed. Visibly.
"What have you done to me?" Harry asked as Hermione stood triumphantly over his tiny form, hands placed on her hips as she looked down upon him with a sense of superiority.
"Why, I've given you precisely what you wanted. A chance to get closer to my bottom, filthy pervert." Hermione spat before she turned around to let her butt settle the score between her and Harry Potter.
The simple action of turning around cast a foreboding shadow over her seat. And by extension, Harry himself. Tossing the tiny boy onto his back as she fell towards him for a third time, wondering if she would ever grow tired of sitting on him as a form of punishment as her booty eclipsed all surrounding light.
The sight of her white knickers was the last thing Harry saw before *WHUMP*, Hermione mercilessly fell into her seat, smothering Harry in an instant. Her rear cheeks settled on either side of him as she touched down without sympathy for the bug-sized Boy Who Lived.
She ground her butt into the seat, twisting her cheek in a downward spiral as she attempted to make herself comfortable. But, much to Harry's surprise, Hermione wasn't just moving on top of him. His body was moving in the same direction, at the same speed, following every movement the bookworms booty made. Exactly when she made it.
Harry wasn't trapped simply under her weight. Following the flow of her cheeks as they dominated every aspect of his life. And it didn't take Harry long to realize that she had stuck him to her underwear with the spell she cast earlier. His face buried deep between her buttcheeks.
"Attention, students! We'll soon be arriving at Hogwarts: School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please have all your belongings ready to exit onto the platform." A woman said as she passed through the train car, signaling the end of the train ride. Unfortunately, it didn't mean Hermione would put a stop to Harry's experience with her butt.
"Right then, let's go," Hermione said, standing back up and grabbing her book of spells and incantations, this time bringing Harry along for the ride attached to her panties by magic, hidden from all the other students under her skirt.
"Hopefully, you enjoy the sorting ceremony. I might release you if you behave yourself down there." Hermione declared, stepping out of her private train car and onto the more public platform surrounded by hundreds of students.
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