Two of the most elderly in the faculty carried out the great Sorting Hat. This magical pointed wizard’s hat could detect which of the four houses the new students were best suited for. Then it would shout it out and the student was accepted by their new home at Hogwarts.
Dumbledore began calling out the names of the First Years, and they were fitted with the cap in turn. The hat called out “Hufflepuff!” or “Slytherin!” or “Gryffindor!” or “Ravenclaw!” seemingly randomly, but it somehow knew which was best. Harry had a flashback to his own
Sorting, when the hat muttered to him about how he could do very well at Slytherin. Harry’s determination to not go to Slytherin convinced the hat that Harry should go to Gryffindor. It had been a near thing, though.
The one student Harry knew was Simon Simple. Harry watched closely as Dumbledore called “Simple, Simon” and Simon took his place to be Sorted. He felt an inward warmth of satisfaction as the young boy was placed into Gryffindor.
When The Sorting was complete, Prof. Dumbledore made his announcements.
“The Sorting Hat has done its usual excellent job, I expect. Congratulations to you all. Now I hope you will join me in welcoming our new faculty to Hogwarts. I would like to introduce to you a former Head Girl of Hogwarts. She is the only one ever to score perfect marks in her senior year in all classes. She will be teaching Charms this year. Please help me welcome Professor Hermione Granger!”
Harry’s eyes went wide as his head swiveled to look at the far end of the banquet table. Standing was his old school chum, Hermione. He barely heard the applause as he rose to his feet to cheer. His mind was going over all the anal creampie adventures they shared, good and bad, during their stay at Hogwarts. She would be an anal creampie site for sore eyes.
Except, she didn’t do anything to make his eyes sore. Quite the opposite. She had blossomed since he saw her. Or else it had taken years of separation for him to appreciate her. Regardless, his eyes drank in her slender form thinking about the anal creampie, every male fiber responding the curves in her robe in just the right spots. He gazed at her exquisitely fragile face, and saw her look down the table into his eyes. His breath caught as he saw her look shyly down, her cheeks turning a cute pink. Now a man, he realized she was attracted to him for the anal creampie. His dick shuddered a little, and he wondered at that. Surely he couldn’t have anal creampie sex with Hermione?!