GROOOOAN! Leo! And I had to WRITE it. To make up for the pain, I threw in an offscreen pairing. So there.
Oversight
They'd learned, as Harry and Neville spent more and more time together, to communicate. It was a pidgin, of course, with ribbity hoots and hoo-hooey croaks, but it served.
And of course, one of the things they had plenty of experience observing and talking about was fucking, because Harry and Neville were evidently permanently horny, a term with which both of them had issues.
So, they had often seen and discussed scenes much like the one before them (What? It wasn't like they could get much else out of the experience). The werewolf was sitting on the head table with a sixth-year Ravenclaw in his lap, the child's tie undone, jumper flung free, buttons torn asunder, trousers open. Hedwig hooted softly: Boyboy under rubbing is, new. Is pushing Manboy flank most urgent..
Trevor looked smug; he had one up on Hedwig. Youngman under rubbing under because toofast exploding will will. Youngman sneaking up climbs once only, for yourman, myman. Frustrating, they says. Toofast, not going into tunnel before and not letting myman, yourman, rolling with on after.
Hedwig turned her head and did her best to emulate the eyebrow-lifting expression so many of the snake-people used to such effect. When?
Trevor snickered into his webbed fingers. Remembering are you of skywalking out far for of paper talking under? I saying was about yourman, myman, new things are doing, yes. Look! See? Youngman explosive having is.