Portraits lined the walls, pictures of Minerva McGonagall with friends and family. She was smiling in nearly every one. To Hermione, the smiling and j...ovial Professor McGonagall seemed, somehow, out of place. She wondered who these other witches and wizards were. There was another blast and she pulled herself away to look for an— The door exploded open, Ron stepping through the billowing smoke and dust. Hermione’s heart was crashing against her chest. She was trapped. There was no smile on his. ”Suddenly we were both crying. There were no words. We didn’t need any. We sat with our arms around each other, our guilt pouring out of us. I clung to her and I knew that she was clinging to me. This was the thing she’d been waiting for. It was what drove her to Miranda. It was what had made her suspicious of my generosity. Her uncle had been that type of man and had done the most monstrous thing imaginable to her. My tears stopped flowing and I didn’t feel as lost in guilt any more. I felt. "Dude is getting into it," one of them said as I sucked enthusiastically on the hard hunk of flesh."This may be his first time with a dick in his mouth but Cuz has thought about doing it before," another countered. He was wrong though. I had never thought about giving a blow job. I had never had a conscious homosexual though before but at that moment I wondered why I had not. There was something raw and primal about it. The feeling of the soft spongy head juxtaposed with the hard granite shaft. I am shifting to Kolkatta tonight.Me: Why? Don’t you love me Rosy?Rosy: I do love fucking you but I can’t make Money here. There I will be paid much more.Me: Whom will I fuck then? I love you very much. You were the one who took my virginity.Rosy: Don’t get emotional. I have asked my friend to take care of you. Get ready, I am taking you to her place.Rosy and I wore clothes. She took me to another room in her chawl. We knocked the door and a 40ish woman opened the door. The woman welcomed us.