Nine and a half inches, rosewood and… my, oh my! Big cock It all started at breakfast yesterday. He met Ginny’s gaze, and jerked his eyes upwards, as his free hand held up one finger covertly. “I’m not really sure how to describe the fuzziness,” he admitted. “I think they were talking about getting me to compete in the tournament,” he confessed, drawing gasps from both women. The sorting took forever, but Harry dutifully clapped every time they received a new Gryffindor, making a mental note of their names and faces, so that he could remember them later, and soon enough, Dumbledore was telling them all to “Tuck in!”
Conversation increased as the food appeared, and Harry found himself telling Seamus and Dean about his summer – an abridged version, of course – before he managed to steer the conversation elsewhere.
