“Incendio!” James screamed. A huge blast of flame erupted from his wand. Harry opened his right hand.“Protego!” Harry called. The flame hit hi... hand and spread out over him and Malfoy. It was as if they were surrounded in a glass cocoon. The spreading fire was warm, but it didn’t burn. A moment later the flames were out. Mr. Chang had taken his son’s wand and was holding him around the chest. Dumbledore strode to the door and looked back at Malfoy.“How many Draco?” But Malfoy just sat. Everything about me lookeddifferent. Auburn hair instead of brown, curls where before there werenone, wispy bangs that flicked at my forehead, curls that caressed myears. My nails flashed in a darker color than I had ever used, makingmy fingers look thinner and more feminine. I loved it!Lisa had her had done in curls as I did, but kept her dark brown haircolor. Mom had the color put back in her hair, blond of course, thendone in the usual style. They both had their nails done as well.. Weasley.Naturally the group turned to Fred and George to find a solution to the Mrs. Weasley problem. They were in a large clearing in the woods, an area usually used for family Quidditch matches. It was a beautiful, sunny winter's day, rendered more comfortable by Hermione's mastery of the charms required to create a dry, warm area where they could take off their coats - and also be safe from anyone trying to listen in."After all," said Harry to the twins, "you two are the eldest of us, you've. They recovered quickly, Hugh nuzzled his lips at Marylou’s neck, searching for and finding the throbbing vein there. Marylou felt a flush go through her body and she turned her face toward Hugh’s, signaling acceptance. Hugh flashed her a wondrous smile of surprise melting into rekindled lust, and he kissed her deeply on the lips. Then he pulled away from her and lifted her body easily and turned her, belly on sacking, and resumed fucking her from the rear. Marylou met his thrusts with.