So, instead, you decided to just smile.
When in doubt, after all, compliment.
"You, actually. I was just struck a bit by how beautiful you are in this light and in that outfit." You capped off your words with a smile, injecting as much genuineness as you could into it.
It worked like a charm, metaphorically. Selene's eyes widened before, after she finished processing your words, her cheeks lit up, and she looked away suddenly, intent on staring off towards the castle rather than meeting your eyes.
"You can't just say things like that, you stupid mudmuggleborn." She sputtered out, still refusing to look at you. "If the wrong people hear you say things like that to me, I'll be ruined. S-shut up! Idiot! You stupid imbecile." The insults were vicious and continued past that, but you still couldn't help but notice the way she wiggled happily.
Eventually, though, the noise once more died down. Mostly because the lot of you were beginning to feel the strain of holding a plank for so long.
You could feel the burn in your arms, and took a deep breath as you locked in.
Just like last time, though, before she got overtly tired, Percy gave in, dropping down to rest for a moment-
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-before standing up, cracking her back, and heading back over to the rock where she had laid her book. She sat down, beginning to read once more.
In an effort to keep your mind off the burning in your arms, you brought your head up, glancing at the spine.
'Ministry Legislation Bills 347.1-469.5, Abridged
Wow.
Even for you, who genuinely did enjoy most books, that sounded like possibly one of the driest reads possible.
You dropped your head back down, a bead of sweat rolling down your nose, and fell onto the mat.
To your side, you could hear Selene getting tired as well.
"How much longer are you thinking?" You asked aloud, before looking towards the girl in question.
The blonde girl's hair was a mess across her back and over her shoulders, and you watched a rivulet of sweat run down her neck and into the valley of her breasts.
She opened her mouth to respond, but closed it after, seeming to put all of her focus into maintaining form.
It was then you realized the natural advantage that you had over her, and indeed Percy as well.
Both girls were dealing with an uneven distribution of weight, and for Selene, who had a relatively slight frame yet a huge pair of, well, assets, it was a problem particularly difficult to deal with.
It only took a few more moments for the girl to finally give, and she dropped, stomach hitting the mat and arms splaying out as she panted, her breasts pressing nearly completely out of her top from the positioning.
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Sweat rolled down her chin, a droplet falling off as she breathed for a moment before, finally, she turned to meet your eyes, glaring.
"One more…" She said.
You tilted your head, confused.
"Huh?"
She glared even harder.
"You still have one more test, Granger. And I guarantee you this: you won't beat me again."
You pushed yourself up, watching as Selene did the same. You got the sense that the girl was somewhat unhappy with the fact that she'd lost by a hair twice now.
Once she was on her feet, however unsteadily, she planted her hands on her hips.
"Get up." She growled. "It's time to stretch."
Selene was rather forceful in her directing of the Stretching, and Percy, entirely ignored by the Blonde girl at this point, chose instead to simply read through her book, only occasionally glancing up to see what was happening.
The Slytherin student grabbed you by the arm, dragging you over, before pressing herself against your front, her breasts flattening themselves against your broad chest as she smirked up at you.
"Fine, if you're so good at this, we'll do some collaborative stretching. It'd be terrible for you to get a cramp while you were in the water, causing you to drown, where your body would never be found again."
That was weirdly specific. Probably best for you to ignore it, for now.
"Alright then." And if she wanted to play this way, you could do so, too. You planted your hands upon her waist, just above the swell of her hips, fingers dangerously close to her ass. Your back was too the lake, which meant hers was to the other students that were outside, despite non being close. Still, if any looked over, it'd be hard to mistake what was happening as anything other than the embrace of two young people in a relationship.
And she knew it too, if the way her face lit up red was anything to go by. Still, she didn't stop, instead glaring up at you. She was feeling challenged, and most of all, she was stubborn at this point.
As you had predicted, her ego couldn't take you just barely beating her at the previous two warm-ups, which meant that she was particularly determined to ensure this one went her way.
Frankly, you'd been expecting her to use some sort of magic to try and cause an accident, maybe with your swimsuit or something, but this was still not out of the realm of your expectations.
Still, that only problem with the game she was playing was that the one who won was the person with the least shame.
She'd given you a blowjob, in the stands below a stadium full of hundreds of students. That alone should make clear who would win in that contest, let alone your other feats.
As her face colored from your hands, which crept just an inch lower in response, she seemed to debate in her mind the next course of action.
Whether she should back down, save what reputation she had, and simply chalk this one up to a loss.
Or if she should escalate.
It was likely your grin, which you finally couldn't hold back, that did it for her.
"You…" She growled before her hands came up, grabbing hold of your wrists. "Let's get started." She said, stiffly.
You just nodded.
"Let's." You removed your hands and backed off, just a bit, and the two of you got started properly. There was an undercurrent of tension, one that both of you pretended didn't exist.
The stretches started relatively innocent and simple, with upper body and core stretches taking place with Selene leading, not unlike a Yoga class. The twist was the proximity of the girl to you, with her breasts or hips brushing against you every so often. She was close enough that you could actually smell the vanilla-ish scent of her perfume, and when she turned, her hair whipped up, brushing against your body or face occasionally.
These were, honestly, relatively normal and decent stretches, the type that you would do before any workout.
Only, as you progressed, Selene made an effort to subtly fluster you more and more, pressing against you at random times, such as when she wanted you to adjust your stance or bending over in front of you and, by 'coincidence ', pressing her fat ass against your crotch only for a second, before standing up and giving you a look as if you were the one who did it.
They didn't progress beyond that, and admittedly, it was starting to annoy you. Not embarrass, though.
And then something changed. Specifically, a large group of students, all girls, from what you could see, came down the path from the castle, walking together and laughing. They were from all houses but Slytherin, mostly, it seemed: Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. As they passed by, your hands were above your head, and you were facing the group as you turned your midsection, your abs rippling in full view, while a thin sheen of sweat across your body added a faint shine to them.
One paused, and then another, and then the entire group slowly halted as the girls began watching the stretching. You didn't notice the fact that they stopped immediately until they began giggling, a few claiming benches nearby as they all sat and started chatting as if it was normal.
Despite the casualness of it, you could still feel the dozen or so pairs of eyes on you, and the looks on their faces told you exactly what type of thoughts they were having as they watched you work.
Honestly, though, you didn't mind putting on a show.
Smiling, you waved at the girls, sparking off another wave of delighted laughter as many of them waved back, a few calling you over.
You went to comply; you always were fond of meeting new people. Your vision was suddenly dominated by blonde hair and green eyes, as Selene stepped in between you and the other girls, much to their vocal disappointment.
Not that Selene seemed to care much for their opinion, if the look she gave them was anything to go by. Turning back to you, her glare was more a pout than anything.
"You're currently doing something, Granger. Focus on the task at hand rather than ogling some sub-par trash." Her voice was raised enough for the girls to hear her, and many shot back insults of their own, not that the blonde cared. "Now, we have more stretches to do."
You told her that you hadn't yet finished the set she had you on before, but she waved it off.
"Were starting something else." Was her excuse, as she had the two of you turned to face the girls, the Slytherin directly in front of you.
"Place your hands on my hips."
You did as instructed.
"Good, now hold on, you're going to be helping me with some… team stretches."
That was the only warning she gave before Selene Malfoy leaned forward in front of you, as she pressed her ass against your crotch.
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Not a light brush like before, but rather grinding herself onto you, in a way that couldn't be mistaken as anything other than sexual, right in the middle of the grounds. You could feel the mound of her pussy through her thin one-piece swimsuit pressing against your bulge, and you could swear there was a slight moan from the girl in question.
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You gulped, but didn't dare remove your hands, and instead looked up at the group of girls, who were now quite enraptured by the sight.
You couldn't see her expression, but whatever it was, it was having an effect on the group, if the glares being sent her way meant anything.
Letting her continue for a bit, you finally, finally, decided that it might be time to call it on this particular stretch.
"Selene-" She parted immediately, turning around, a hand coming up to your shoulder in a smooth motion as she smiled at you charmingly, looking the part of a sweet, kind girl. You immediately distrusted it.
"Yes, Herman?"
You were suddenly filled with even less trust.
She never called you Herman. It was always Granger, or Muggle-born, or some slur she'd think up.
But never Herman.
"Should we move on to the next stretch?"
Her other hand came up to your shoulder, linking them together as she pressed her front to yours.
"Oh… I don't know, isn't this fine?" She asked innocently.
Mind racing, you tried to figure out what her angle was here. Selene was good at acting; that was for certain, but you knew she had to have some sort of goal if she was acting like this.
Studying her face, you could see her eyes snap back to the other girls, still on the bench, a flicker of something there.
"I… guess?" You answered.
"Get out of the way!" A small voice called from a bit away, one of the girls having cupped her hands around her mouth to demand Selene move. Her smile dropped for a moment, before her grip around you tightened.
"Now… let's prove a point."
"Come again-" You didn't get a chance to finish your question before the Slytherin girl pressed her lips to yours in a firm, fiery kiss that lasted just under a minute. You could feel her tongue brush against your lips, requesting access. You kept shut, though, too bewildered by the sudden movement to decide whether to reject or reciprocate it.
When she pulled away, she had a distinctly pleased look on her face as she looked back at the girls on the bench.
You saw her mouth something, but couldn't make out what, before she turned back, finally letting you go.
"Sorry about that, Granger." She chirped, looking much too smug. "Just had to take care of something."
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After the whole… Scene, some of the girls headed off, although a decent amount stayed, with one in particular, the one with two long braids over each shoulder, stayed, legs together, hands in her lap. She simply watched, staring you down with a quiet focus, only occasionally looking away to either write something on the small pad of paper that she'd brought.
It wasn't particularly problematic, though, so you let it be.
In the meantime, though, you turned back towards Selene, who'd stopped stretching; instead, her arms were crossed, and she was tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for you.
When you turned back to her, she straightened before speaking.
"So, you've passed the tests." She said grandly, as if you hadn't just had a vaguely suggestive encounter after doing squats and planking. The situation, in your own opinion, was much less dramatic than Selene was making it sound.
"I mean, yes?"
She nodded seriously.
"I suppose I have no choice but to allow you into the Swim Club, at least for today. We'll start our regular activities now, then."
Percy, who was still reading her book this entire time, finally snapped it shut and stood, walking over.
"Finally. I thought you two were just going to flirt all day." The red-haired woman said, sounding frankly a little bit fed up. Selene blushed bright red in response, and turned towards the others, her hands clenching into fists at her side.
"Percy!" She stomped her foot, only to receive a dry look. "It wasn't like that!" She claimed.
The taller girl stared at her for another second before nodding slowly.
"Sure."
Selene sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose with her hands.
"Ugh, Weasleys."
For the first time, Percy actually seemed offended by her words, frowning at the blonde girl, not that Selene noticed.
"Let's just get started." The Slytherin girl sighed at last, before turning back to you.
From there, it was a relatively regular club; the three of you swam a lap around the lake, and you got to meet both the giant squid as well as some of the small river sprites, who manifested in the form of somewhat off-putting-looking catfish creatures.
(For some reason, you felt surprised you weren't immediately greeted by some sort of shapely mermaid woman. You were informed by Percy, who might've read your expression, that there were many different species of Mer in the lake.)
Beyond that, though, it was an enjoyable experience.
You were incredibly thankful for warming charms, though. Selene had let you step into the water without refreshing yours, and the sudden burst of cold after you'd spent a while being nice and toasty was unpleasant. The blond had laughed, only for said laughter to turn into a shriek after you turned off her own warming charm.
All in all, it was perhaps the most civil interaction you'd ever had with the Slytherin
Once you all were finished, you filed out of the lake, and up to the changing rooms, where you began searching through you bag for your change of clothes. Percy and Selene went ahead of you, having stored their belongings in lockers.
Once you found your clothing, you headed towards the doors. They were unmarked, and there was no indicator that someone was in one or not.
There were, however, four rooms in total. It seemed logical to assume that Percy and Selene had taken one and two, but just to be safe, you shuffled down to door number four and knocked once. There was no response, so you opened it and headed in, shivering as the warming charm began wearing off.
You closed the door behind you, put your stuff on the bench, before heading over to the shower area, eager to clean off and change. You were so focused that you didn't notice the sound of the shower already going.
You pulled aside the curtain only to see-
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::Percy Interlude::
When Percy was young, her mother controlled every aspect of her life.
What she wore, what she ate, where she went, who she was friends with. Everything about Persephone Weasley's life was controlled and carefully arranged by Molly Weasley.
It wasn't malicious. Rather, Molly Weasley was determined that this child, of all her children, would be the one to take after her. After all, Percy was the one who most resembled her mother.
Percy was miserable for every second of it.
The person her mother wanted her to become was not the person she wanted to be. Percy Weasley had always felt that she was destined for something more.
Her father, on the other hand, had always been fascinated by Muggle things.
Their technology, their games, their culture. All of it fascinated him. Percy remembered how, when she was very little, her father would stay up late into the night in the garage, tinkering with bits and pieces, wires and bolts, plastics and chemicals.
One day, he gave her a small, yellow object shaped like a duck. Apparently, the Muggles called it a "rubber duckie."
Percy had absolutely loved it.
She brought it everywhere with her. To primary school, into the bathtub, even to bed. It was her best friend.
And then, one day, her Duckie went missing.
Percy cried and cried until her father finally made her another one.
That night, when her father went into the garage to tinker, she snuck out of bed and followed him.
He caught her, of course, but after only a brief scolding, he began explaining how all his strange contraptions worked.
Electricity. Lightning, captured without magic.
Signals that could carry messages faster than any owl. Metal birds that flew faster than broomsticks.
And it wasn't just Muggle inventions. He told her about his work at the Ministry, too. About the honorable work he did to keep the magical and Muggle worlds separate, protecting both from the dangers that might arise if those boundaries were crossed.
He made it sound fun.
It was fascinating.
Percy and her father stayed up well past the witching hour, playing, talking, and laughing as he explained each of his contraptions to her. Every answer led to another question, and every question seemed to delight him more than the last.
Before either of them realized it, the first light of morning was creeping through the garage window.
Her father hurried her back to bed, extracting a solemn promise that she wouldn't tell her mother he'd let her stay up all night.
It was from that night onward that her father's work, his passion, became her own.
From that point on, Percy Weasley wanted to work at the Ministry.
She did not want to be a housewife, or a dragon tamer, or a curse-breaker.
Percy wanted to work in the government. She wanted to protect their world, to serve something greater than herself, and to learn more about a world she had never truly been allowed to know.
Unfortunately, this ran directly counter to what her mother wanted for her.
Molly had always been determined that Percy would be her child. The daughter who would follow in her footsteps, who would eventually take her place as the matriarch of the Weasley family.
A career in politics or public service simply didn't fit that vision.
It caused more than one argument.
And soon after Percy made her ambitions known, she was no longer allowed to tinker with her father.
That didn't stop her from dreaming, though.
When she finally went to Hogwarts, she arrived with a plan.
She signed up for every club she could. Took every internship available to her. Made connections wherever she went.
She studied, she worked, and she pushed herself harder than anyone else, because she knew exactly what she wanted and what it would take to get there.
Percy Weasley was going to make her own life.
She was going to become the person she wanted to be, regardless of what her mother thought.
And if that meant dealing with Selene Malfoy's eccentricities, attending swim club, navigating endless politicking, and putting up with snobby pure-bloods who looked down on her because of her last name, then so be it.
That was exactly what she would do.
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