Ismelda X Anon [WIP][NSFW]

Ismelda blushed, Anon had glanced at her... or rather Merula sitting next to her, but their eyes met. She was so confused, why did she feel this odd whenever Anon looked at her? She hated the boy, the arrogant gryffindor dickhead. He Spent all his days going on about quidditch and how he has defeated all the slytherins that have ever challenged him, her included. But now, she couldn't stop staring at him and it made her imagine things she would never have thought she could imagine about the boy. She was also frustrated, she couldn't relax at all, she couldn't focus. All she could think of was the things she wanted to do with Anon. Was she in love? This can't be love, she really detested the boy.
"Merula..." She said quietly to the girl sitting next to her.
"What do you want, Ismelda?"
"Do you ever feel like you've been cursed, or that you've drank a weird potion whenever you look at Anon?" Ismelda tried to ask carefully, she didn't want to give Merula any more reasons to ridicule her for.
"Yes, I feel cursed to even exist in the same planet as he is." Merula scoffed and went back to doodling on her transmutation notes.
Ismelda decided to leave it there, she couldn't get across to Merula without saying something embarassing. She instead leaned on her hands and went back to trying to figure out what exactly made her stare at Anon and stared at the boy. Merula nudged her bag under the table and Ismelda moved her leg out of the way and suddenly realized how sensitive she was. Ismelda blushed again and covered her face with her hands, so Merula wouldn't notice anything. Luckily Merula never cared to even glance at Ismelda.
Ismelda tried to discretly put her left hand down her robes and rubbed her nethers out of curiosity and it sent a spark trough her spine, she couldn't believe what was going on. All the weird changes to her body recently and now this.
Merula coughed and looked around yawning, Ismelda immediately pulled her left hand from under the table and tried to look at her book uninterested. Luckily Merula hadn't noticed anything and went back to doodling a picture of Anon being choked to death by a devil's snare.
Ismelda tried to focus on something else for the remainder of the class, but she realized she was going crazy, Anon had turned around and was laughing with some people behind him. she had full view of the boy now and it made her situation worse. Ismelda crossed her legs in frustration, and realized she could stimulate herself by flexing her leg muscles. She glanced at Merula, carefully and noticed the girl was busy drawing all the different ways she wanted to see Anon dead.
Ismelda turned back to look at Anon's messy brown hair and his imposing nose and those strange piercing eyes it all made him look intimidating , except when he was smiling. Which unfortunately was most of the time. Ismelda tried to imagine a look of determined evil on the boy's face while she was rubbing her crossed legs together. she was getting really worked up about this picture of Anon, She imagined what it would be like if the boy was a proper slytherin with a scowl of superiority and her in his arms. With his perfect muscular body... Ismelda realized she had started getting sticky between her legs, but she kept going anyway and she didn't even know the reason why.
"Ismelda, is everything alright?"
Ismelda stopped immediately and turned to look at Merula and realized she must be red as a tomato.
"Yes... W-why?" She stammered with her voice higher pitch than usual, it sounded very strange to her own ears.
"You're all sweaty and red, did Ymous poison you, is that what you were talking about earlier?"
Ismelda felt like her back was to a wall, she couldn't admit to having done something like this during a class, especially not while imagining about Anon.
"I don't think so, I need to see Pomfrey after classes, I just feel a bit sick" Ismelda said quickly, trying to clear any suspicion, she looked at Merula, who looked back at her with a puzzled expression.
"Are you sure this isn't Ymous' doing?"
"Yeah, I was just talking about how much he disgusts me earlier."
"Oh, okay, same here... I wish he would be killed by a basilisk."
Ismelda sighed in relief, she turned to look at what Merula had been doodling and it was in fact Anon getting killed by a basilisk. Merula had a one track mind, but Ismelda didn't understand what kind of mind she herself had.
Ismelda tried to calm down for the rest of the classes, she tried to follow the lecture and hoped it would keep her mind off Anon and her strange cravings. She still couldn't stop glancing at the boy every now and then.
Once the classes were over, Ismelda decided she would just go straight to the dorm and stay there until she could clear her mind completely, but for some reason anon decide now of all time to walk up to the two slytherin girls trying to make their way to the dungeons.
The boy had wrapped his robes around him in his obnoxious way, he wore them like a cape. And like usual he had his hands in his pockets. He always had this confident way of walking that must have looked better in his head than it did in reality. Ismelda loked at Merula, who was scowling at the approaching boy, she was absolutely ready to try and destroy him once again.
"Hello, Merula" Anon started smiling his stupid smile, the boy then realized he was being rude and turned towards Ismelda, who blushed.
"And hello... Ismelda." Anon stopped to look at Ismelda for a while a bit oddly, but regained his confident smile and turned back to Merula.
"The quidditch tryouts for gryffindor are today, you should come watch me. Seeing you frustrated about my assured position would work as a great motivator."
"You wish, Ymous, the only reason I would come, would be to depulso you off your broom and watch you break your neck from the fall." Merula hissed and tried to kill the boy with her stare.
Anon returned the stare with a scowl.
Ismelda looked at the boy scowling and realized she was blushing again, what was it about Anon looking angry that made her feel like this? She realized she was starting to get sensitive again and turned away before Anon or Merula noticed anything strange in her behaviour.
"What about you, Ismelda? Don't you want to watch me destroy all my opposition and become the new keeper for gryffindor?" Anon smiled mischievously and looked at Ismelda, who tried to cover her face with her hair.
"I would love to see you get knocked off your broom, Ymous." She said trying to sound unfriendly, but her voice felt several pitches higher.
Anon laughed.
"Well, don't miss it then." He said and turned to walk away, but stopped to sniff the air for some reason before walking off.
"What a total loser." Merula said and walked in the other direction.
"Y-yeah..." Ismelda said and followed Merula, keeping her distance a little. Ismelda had stopped to smell herself and realized that she absolutely reeked of sweat after spending all that time trying to stimulate herself. she never cared abouy it before. But Anon must have thought she smelled awful now, she wanted to jump down from the ramparts out of embarrassment. She decided she would instead lock herself in the bathroom when they got to the slytherin dungeons.


Ismelda was looking at herself in the mirror, she had noticed a lot of changes in her appearance, her pale breasts were getting noticeable, even under her robes and different parts of her body were starting to grow soft dark hair. She never cared about it before, but now all of the sudden she was absolutely embarrassed about everything. she had left a strange disgusting smelling mess in her panties and considered just incendoing them. But she stopped herself when she realized she didn't have enough spares. Instead she just put them as far down into the laundry basket as she could.
She went to wash the smell of sweat and she dreaded to even imagine what else off her body. Ismelda found herself spending more time in the shower, she wanted herself cleaner than she has previously even cared to be. For some reason Anon had made her extremely self-conscious and it felt terrible. She knew what other students had called her behind her back, and she hadn't paid no mind to such childish insults. Because she would just eventually kill them all when she was a death eater... But now that felt more childish than anything else.
She was scrubbing her legs when she realized she was still sensitive, she had more opportunities to try to figure out what exactly was making her feel this way. She wished she could just ask someone without being judged... Maybe she should go to Madam Pomfrey, but the thought was so unbelieveably embarrassing, that she wouldn't do it in a million years. Ismelda tried to relax a bit and found that her mind wandered back to Anon, he had practically invited her to watch his quidditch tryout... As a cruel joke, sure, but wonder how many girls he would ask that way? Penny? That gryffindor girl? Ismelda felt extremely jealous for some reason. But her imagination took off anyway... She imagined she was the only girl that Anon had asked and that he was trying to impress her. Smiling confidently at her when he flew past the slytherin stand. Him scowling at the other girls trying to get his attention...
Ismelda had started carefully massaging her nethers, she was careful not to put her fingers in too deep, because it felt wrong and embarrassing. She just rubbed her fingers in circles around her lips, but couldn't get the desired effect. She was trying to find a good spot to massage and kept imagining.
Anon was sweaty from the quidditch tryout and was in the showers, when she walked in to congratulate him personally for being accepted as the... whatever he wanted to be was. She was naked and her skin was completely pale and perfect and Anon pulled her in the shower and started massaging her. Ismelda tried to imagine Anon complimenting her for her beautiful hair and amazing body and that she was in fact the most powerful witch in Hogwarts and no one else. Ismelda found a spot a bit higher up she could massage in a way that felt amazing. She was massaging her breast with her other hand, running her fingers over her sensitive erect nipple. all while imagining it was Anon's fingers exploring her body, she felt she was getting closer to something when suddenly Merula knocked the door shouting angrily.
"What the hell is taking you so long in there, Ismelda! I always knew you were one of those witches from muggle stories that dissolve in water!"
"I-i'll be d-done in a minute!" Ismelda stammered with her voice high in pitch and breaking. She quickly washed herself and came out of the shower deeply embarrassed.
When she came out of the shower, Merula pushed past her angrily. Ismelda went to sit on her bed and started brushing her hair absentmindedly. Would anon ever consider her pretty? She felt ugly. She had been bullied all her life for her ugly blemishes and her nose but most of all her unsightly jaw. She went to sleep demoralized, she couldn't understand why Anon made her feel that way. The boy who she hated with all her being and would've been glad to see dead on many occasion, but at the same time his attitude and braggart confidence made her feel something. And she absolutely loved to see the boy scowl, it looked amazing with his face. He looked like a demon, ready to kill his prey when he got angry. But at the same time, she wanted to be someone he would smile possesively at. It was all so frustrating and confusing.
She couldn't just admit to liking the boy she rejected the idea completely. Maybe the boy had made her drink amortentia, it had to have been a love potion that made her feel like this. It caused obsession, and this was nothing short of obsession. But she realized even if the boy could in fact brew amortentia, she probably wasn't a girl he would target with it. Ismelda realized she had started tearing up out of depression, why did that stupid gryffindor make her feel like this. She covered herself with her blankets, so Merula wouldn't notice she was in turmoil.

Ismelda woke up the next morning, having dreamt of Anon the whole night. She dreamt about them becoming the strongest dark wizard and witch and him telling her how he wanted to please her. And then she dreamt of them just living a normal life after school, nothing dark just living together. When she woke up she realized she would rather have the latter, because Anon would never ever become a dark wizard. Ismelda sighed and brushed her hair and meticulously covered as much of her face with it as she could.
Merula walked out of the bathroom rubbing her hair with a dim look on her face. It was so infuriating that Merula had such cute hair, without ever so much as touching a hairbrush. And her discoloured patch made it interesting. Ismelda's hair was just boring black without any luster perfect for a gloomy boring ugly girl like her...
Ismelda got dressed and noticed that she had something not many girls had yet, her chest was noticeable now. Maybe if she flaunted them a little, Anon would notice her? Ismelda looked around to see if she was alone in the dorm and walked up to a mirror and opened her robes up a bit and pulled them back while arcing her spine in a way that made her chest jut out a little. It was uncomfortable, but Ismelda felt she had nothing else to show for. She tried different poses to make her figure stand out some more. She was swaying her shoulders a little, trying to jiggle her breasts, but they weren't anywhere near that big yet.
Ismelda decided to leave her robes open and walked into the common room, she hoped Merula wouldn't notice her obvious attempt at displaying what little feminine charm she had. But luckily Merula never actually paid much attention to her.
"Potions classes first... Hope we learn to brew something lethal, I can slip in Anon's drink." Merula said to Ismelda, who was still deep in tought.
"Or amortentia..." Ismelda said absenmindedly.
"Why do you want to learn a love potion?"
"O-oh, no reason. I... I just thought it would be an effective way to subjugate Anon."
Merula looked at Ismelda with raised eyebrows, she must have noticed something was off by now, Ismelda thought. Why did she have to bring up amortentia?
"You have a boy you like, don't you?" Merula said and looked Ismelda right in her eyes, as if trying legilimensis on the girl.
"Bah, who would be worthy of me?" Ismelda said trying to smile her usual venomous unfriendly smile, but couldn't help but to feel she was blushing.
"More like who would take you, maybe that's why you want amortentia."
Ismelda felt hurt, she was used to Merula being mean to her and ridiculing her. But this was the first time something Merula said actually hurt her feelings. Ismelda grasped her wand in her pocket, if she killed Merula now, would anyone even care?
"Let's go before we're late, you can ask Snape to teach you amortentia, I'm sure he'll make an exception in your case." Merula said as she walked out the common room and into the dungeons.
Ismelda decided she wouldn't kill Merula, she would leave that pleasure to Anon or something. Also she was her only friend in this place, but Ismelda still wished Merula wouldn't treat her so badly.

Usually Ismelda loved potions classes, the noxious fumes and the dark atmosphere was relaxing to her. She felt right at home in a cramped room with shelves of jars full of stuff with dark origins. Ismelda was leaning on her hands and glanced at Anon... Sitting right next to Merula... Ismelda started regretting not having killed Merula earlier, she couldn't believe how badly it hurt to be jealous of her sitting next to him. They even glanced at eachother, hatefully, but still. Anon even scowled at her once for saying something hurtful. Anon looking at Merula hatefully like that sent sparks trough Ismelda's body. She was happy she was sitting away from other students, and her aura made most students afraid of even looking at her.
She carefully crossed her legs again and started flexing her thighs, while looking at Anon. It wasn't quite enough, so she carefully looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to her. She discreetly slid her right hand down her skirt and started rubbing the sensitive spot she had discovered earlier. She imagined Anon looking at her with his furious gaze, his eyebrows all messy and his yellowish-brown eyes staring right into her soul. She wanted to kiss his large sculpted nose and change his expression from hateful to loving. She kept imagining what it would be like to be paired with him in potions class, holding hands under the table. Him rubbing her, like she was rubbing herself now.
Then she realized Snape was looking directly at her and snapped out of it.
"Murk, I trust you have a good reason for not following the lesson." Snape said with his calm monotone voice, that signaled unbelieveable danger to any student who couldn't answer his question.
"Ismelda is trying to figure out how to brew amortentia, Professor Snape." Merula said smiling a gleeful evil smile.
"I am not!" Ismelda defended herself while turning bright red.
"Enough..." Snape said annoyed, while scowling at Ismelda. Then turning to Merula.
"10 points from Slytherin, for Snyde's poor attempt at humor."
Snape turned back to Ismelda, who was looking down at her legs, unvelieveably embarrassed
"Another 10 points from Murk for daring to daydream during my classes. You better catch up quickly and present a working potion at the end of the classes, or you will face a worse punishment."
Ismelda looked	around worried, how much had she fallen behind while dreaming about Anon? She picked up the book and tried to follow the instructions, so catch up with the others. She glanced at Anon passinly and realized the boy was looking at her. She normally would have scowled or smiled her unfriendly smile and then turned away, but this time she was just staring at him with a helpless look on her face.
It looked like Anon smiled lightly and sympathetically, was that pity? Why was he smiling at her like that... This was going to mess her head for the rest of the class. Ismelda decided to ignore the boy and went back to her potion. With great exertion, she managed to catch up and spent the rest of the class just following Snape's instructions.
At the end of the class, Anon plopped his potion on Snape's desk with calm confident smile.
"five points from gryffindor, your potion is barely adequate at being a rat poison. You really need to paying more attention, Ymous."
"Eh, it is what it is..." Anon shrugged his shoulders and walked off to talk to Rowan.
Ismelda was waiting to present her potion to Snape and overheard Anon talking to Rowan.
"So, what position are you trying out for, Anon?"
"Keeper."
"Keeper, why not seeker?" Rowan looked at Anon surprised. "Seeker is the most prestigious part of the team, most of the games are won by seekers."
"I don't have the physique for seeker, Rowan. Besides, if I tried for seeker, you couldn't get into the team."
"You think you're better seeker than I am?"
"I absolutely am better at any position in quidditch than you are, my friend, it's just the cold fact."
"You're better at bragging." Rowan laughed. "Maybe I should try for keeper and swipe it under you."
"Try it, nothing but a bit of rivalry to push us both to try better."
Ismelda walked to Snape's table and put her potion down in front of Snape, but tried to keep an ear out for the conversation.
"Did you ask anyone to come watch the tryouts, Anon?"
"No... Well, I kinda did, but neither would show up. It was more of a... Spur of the moment kind of thing."
"Murk... You're still not paying attention." Ismelda heard a monotone voice scold her. She immediately turned to Snape and tried to think of something to say.
"I'm sorry Professor, I don't know why my mind is wandering..."
"Enough, I examined your potion, and while you rushed it, it is adequate. However your initial fumbling to catch up makes it's potency weak... I will not give you your reduced points back, but I will not punish you either. You're free to leave."
"Thank you professor Snape, I promise you it wont happen again." Ismelda tried to nod at Snape courteously and turned around to notice Anon had left the class and Merula wasn't there either.

Ismelda was slowly making her way to the next classes, she started going trough all the different ways she could interpret the last thing she heard Anon say. Maybe the boy would be saddened if neither she or Merula showed up. Were they really the only girls he had asked? What little Ismelda cared about quidditch, it seemed like boys tried to use their positions in the team to impress girls.
Ismelda caught up with Merula before the charms classes.
"Merula?"
"What is it, Ismelda? Did you really just stay behind to ask how to brew amortentia?"
"No, I don't care about love potions, just leave it already."
Ismelda blushed again and wished Merula would forget about amortentia already.
"Merula, are you going to the gryffindor quidditch tryouts?"
Ismelda tried to sound as indifferent as possible.
"No, why would I?"
The expression on Merula's face was a mixture of disgust and annoyance, it made Ismelda feel stupid for asking about it.
"We could just curse him and watch him fall?"
"Wurgh... What's gotten into you? I don't care about stupid quidditch tryouts."
Merula said and looked at Ismelda, trying to decipher her reasons to ask.
Ismelda started feeling flustered again, she started fidgetting with her hands. It felt completely out of character for her, why was she so nervous about it?
"Fine, just asking..." She tried to make it seem like she didn't really care about it.
"Wow..." Merula said suddenly and her eyes got wider.
"W-what?"
"You want to go watch Anon."
"I do not!"
"You like him, don't you, Ismelda." Merula smiled an evil rude smile.
"No, I don't!"
"That is so pathetic, it fits you perfectly, Ismelda. You should go cheer him on, maybe that mudblood, you love so much, will fall of his broom and hit his head badly enough to want go out with you."
"I do not love Anon!" Ismelda shouted angrily and took her wand out.
"Whatever..." Merula said and walked away, clearly unconvinced.
Ismelda felt like cursing Merula with everything she knew, this kind of cruelty was too much even for her. But instead she put her wand away and entered the charms classroom after Merula.

The two girls didn't talk at all for the rest of the day. Ismelda was angry at Merula and Merula was oddly quiet aswell. She didn't even stop to insult Ismelda anymore, maybe she realized how mean she had been before? Unlikely for Merula, but Ismelda still preferred silence over bullying.  She was careful not to even peek at Anon for the whole class, she didn't want to give Merula any ammunition. Hopefully she forgets about it soon.

After the classes were over, Ismelda looked at Merula, who ran off to do something alone. she was used to Merula running off and only getting her, when she needed her help. Ismelda decided to take this opportunity to sneak out of the castle without anyone noticing. She looked around carefully, to see if anyone, or worse, Merula was following her.
Ismelda arrived at the quidditch pitch and discreetly climbed into the slytherin stand and sat down in a shadow. No one would expect any slytherins to show up anyway, so she felt pretty confident no one would notice her. She waited for the gryffindors to finish changing to their gear. Eventually the gryffindor team flew up and started doing warmups around the pitch. Ismelda tried to avoid being seen by hiding in a corner of the stand.
Eventually she saw Anon fly up on his broom, she had seen the boy fly many time. She didn't care about it before, but he was a great flyer. Even doing reckless manoeuvres looked easy to him. She noticed him turn to say something to the quidditch captain and span on his broom while holding on with just his legs. The captain looked impressed. Ismelda didn't understand much about quidditch, but it seemed like being able to steer your broom with your hands free was good. Or something.
Eventually the tryouts started, they decided to start with the seeker. Anon laughed at Rowan over something and pointed at something and flew down. Ismelda couldn't hear anything. The seeker tryouts were boring, Ismelda tried to get a look at Anon, but he was lying down in the gryffindor stand on the opposite side of the pitch. She could barely make him out.
Eventually someone, got picked for the seeker position or whatever, Ismelda didn't care. Now it was time for the keeper tryouts and Ismelda looked at Anon, who was talking to Rowan. The other candidate went first and while she seemed competent, she let one goal in. Nevertheless she flew past and said something to Anon, for some reason this made Ismelda angry and jealous. Anon paid no mind and just smiled at the girl confidently and flew past her and took his position infront of the rings.
The gryffindor players tried to score goals agaisnt Anon, but he blocked them off with ease. It seemed like his position really was assured, he was extremely talented.
Ismelda almost screamed when it looked like Anon fell of his broom, but he simply hopped off it to catch the quaffle with his leg. He picked it up and threw it in the air and span his broom to throw the ball to the other side of the pitch. Everyone watching him was cheering him on. Ismelda kinda wanted to join them, but she didn't want to draw any attention to the slytherin pitch.
Eventually the gryffindor team came into consensus over the new players, they had picked Anon for the keeper obviously. He flew to Rowan and the two high-fived cheerfully and flew around the pitch in celebration. They eventually came to stop infront of the slytherin stand.
Ismelda was frozen in terror, if Anon turned around now, he would probably notice her. She made a split second decission and ducked under the benches and hid herself until Anon and Rowan left. But the two boys were close enough for her to listen to what the were saying now.
"Told you I was amazing."
"Yeah yeah, it's easy for you to play keeper, your large head blocks all the rings."
"So, did that girl you asked come watch your tryouts, Rowan?"
"No, she completely scorned me... I even got picked to the team and all."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, no one came to watch me either."
"You didn't ask anyone."
Anon laughed and flew into the slytherin stand.
Ismelda's heart nearly stopped, the boy had flown to the closest stand and was now sitting down right next to where she was hiding and Rowan joined him there. Why did they have to pick the Slytherin stand? The two boys watched the beater tryouts from there.
"Actually, funny you should say that. I did actually ask someone."
"Really, who? And who would stand you up?"
Anon laughed his infuriating carefree laugh and mussed his hair.
"I asked Merula and Ismelda."
"Wow, why did you do that?"
"I don't even know." Anon laughed.
Ismelda felt a bit bad, Anon obviously Merula there as a joke, and Ismelda just happened to be there. But she actually did show up, she wanted to jump out and tell the boy that she watched his tryouts and to congratulate him for being picked. But how would the boy even react to that? Ismelda tried to creep a bit closer to the boy without being seen, she could smell his sweat and while disgusting it was also a bit intoxicating. What would the boy smell like if the two were...
"Okay, you know who I would ask, but if you really wanted to ask a girl here, who would you ask, Penny?"
"I don't know, Rowan, don't think I would ask Penny, I mean sure as a friend. Maybe I should've asked her."
"You don't like Penny?"
"Eh, I don't like blondes... Besides she pretends to be a lot nicer than she really is."
"Really now, what kind of girl do you like then?"
"I don't know man, it could just be that I don't like Penny. I have nothing against her as a friend, she just doesn't interest me me beyond that."
"What about Tulip then?"
"She is more interesting."
"You really don't have a girl you like?"
Anon laughed again and stopped to clap at some beater probably, Ismelda couldn't see anything.
"How about Merula? You two interract more than a lot of couples."
"You know what you're saying, you cheeky git."
Rowan laughed this time.
"What about Ismelda?"
"Ismelda?" Anon asked and paused.
Ismelda was holding her breath, why did they even start talking about her. Why would anyone talk about her in this context, this has to be a cruel joke. Ismelda felt like sneaking out, before she heard Anon say something mean about her.
"She's fine. Same problem as with Merula, the girl hates my guts."
Ismelda stopped, this wasn't what she expected to hear.
"Really, you don't think she's ugly? I mean, you have seen her, right?"
"Come on how, Rowan, don't bash a girl solely on your personal preferences. That's closed minded of you. Besides, she's a solid six that probably grows up to be an eight." Anon laughed.
Ismelda couldn't understand anything what the boy had said, but it sounded like he was defending her, maybe? Or was it a joke, the boy had laughed. But Ismelda really couldn't tell.
"Pity she's so gloomy all the time, You can barely make out what she looks like from behind her hair." Anon continued.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But I am still going to ridicule you for defending Ismelda Murk's looks."
"Ha, try ridiculing me, I dare you."
The two boys laughed and left the stand to join the rest of the team. It seemed like the tryouts ended.

Ismelda snuck out of the pitch, while the gryffindors were changing their gear. She felt her heart beating faster. She tried to understand what Anon had meant, but it really did feel like he didn't consider her ugly. Atleast not overly so, he just lamented the fact she covered her face, right? She was blushing at the thought, she felt like she had been complimented. It wasn't really a compliment, but not being told she was ugly felt like a huge step up.
Ismelda got to the castle and thought about going straight to the slytherin common room, but if she ran into Merula there, the girl would realize she was actually watching the tryouts. Se needed an excuse, so she went to the library instead.
Ismelda did spend a lot of her free time reading, mostly about curses and other unsavory spells. She just needed to lend a book of any kind and return to the common room with it. She picked a random book about potions and asked to lend it for potions homework.
Pince gave her usual warnings about Flitch's chains, in case the book had so much as a single tear on it when Ismelda returned it.

When Ismelda showed up in the slytherin common room, she had guessed right that Merula would ask her where she had been all day.
"Did you actually go to the gryffindor tryouts?" Merula asked while looking at Ismelda walk into the common room.
"No, why would I have?"
"You where nowhere to be found."
"I took a walk and was at the library the whole day."
"I went to the library, you weren't there."
"I didn't spend all day at the library, I was reading elsewhere too." Ismelda said and showed the book she had borrowed.
"Whatever, I needed your help earlier, Anon being distracted was the perfect opportunity to get ahead."
"You ran off after the classes, you should've waited for me." Ismelda reminded Merula and was glad that she did.
"Oh, whatever, I had better things to do."
"Of course..." Ismelda said coldly and walked into the dorm. She wanted to take a shower, she felt a little dirty after having hidden from Anon under the benches.

Ismelda went straight to shower and thought about what Anon had said about her. For some reason she actually got confidence from Anon not straight up calling her ugly, and even defending her to Rowan. The boy had called her ugly before, to her face. But having heard the boy say nice things about her behind her back somehow felt a lot better than if the boy had complimented her to her face. Atleast it kinda felt like the boy had called her ugly to insult her, but didn't actually think so. Maybe?
Ismelda smiled and felt genuinely happy, maybe if she actually tried to act less gloomy. The boy would actually like her? She knew it was far fetched, but still it made her feel happy. She imagined what it would be like if she actually managed to get Anon to notice her... What would it be like to be his girlfriend, Ismelda started massaging herself again, this time more vigorously and less reserved. She felt more beautiful than she had ever been and less embarrassed about anything. She moaned as she tried to find a spot that felt better and even dared to plunge her finger in. She was getting really worked up and fantasized about Anon, this time her imagination got even more vivid, she imagined what it would be like to be fucked by Anon. She tried to picture being under him and looking at his face, while he simultaneously smiled at her lovingly, but scowled as he thrust himself into her. She imagined the smell of his sweat and what his lips would taste like. Ismelda felt herself getting closer to climax, she picked up the pace and focused on Anon. Her legs started to buckle under her and she knelt down in the shower and actually climaxed, her legs felt weak and she was out of breath. But she felt more focused now, like it had cleared her mind.
She wanted Anon, she was desperately in love with him and she wanted him... She wanted him between her legs and inside her.
Ismelda finished showering herself and left the bathroom, only to realize the other two girls in the dorm were looking at her oddly.
"What are you two staring at?" Ismelda said, not trying to hide her annoyance.
"You never shower that often." Merula said when she came into the room.
"What?"
"Why are you suddenly taking such good care of your hygiene, you spend so long in the shower too."
"Why do you care?"
"Don't get me wrong, I think you should wash yourself as often as possible, your odor was offensive before... I am more curious as to why now."
"No reason, I just feel like it." Ismelda tried to dodge the question.
"If this is about some boy, I am going to puke." Merula said cruelly and went into the bathroom, past the other two girls who had been waiting for longer.
Ismelda went to the sit on her bed and brushed her hair. Merula was such a naysayer, but Anon had nicer things to say about her than he did about Merula. Ismelda felt like she wanted to jump up and down on her bed, she was a solid six. She didn't know exactly what it meant, but it felt like a compliment...
Maybe if she changed her hairstyle and acted less gloomy, she would be an eight. Would that be good, she wondered what a girl like Penny was, or Tulip or even Merula. Anon didn't even comment on Merula's looks. All she knew was that Anon didn't like blondes, which was a huge relief, Ismelda couldn't compete against Penny.
But still, she felt like the day had been a success. She felt pretty for the first time in her life. Ismelda went to sleep smiling.

Ismelda dreamt about watching the tryouts again. Anon dominated even more in her dream, the boy could block a constant barrage of attempts and kicked the quaffle into the opponent's goal. All while winking at her in the stand. After the tryouts the boy flew next to her and told her that she made him try harder and that he wanted her to come watch his every game. Ismelda promised it and kissed the boy and the two just conveniently appeared in bed. Ismelda fantasized about Anon's cock in more detail the sensation of it filling her, she was scratching the boy's back with her nails and pulled the boy closer. He kissed her shoulder and neck and she could smell the sweat on the boy's hair. The boy picked up the pace and told the girl he was about to cum. Ismelda just wrapped her legs around the boy and pulled him to a tighter embrace with her hands and tried to pull the boy deeper as he filled her with his seed.
Ismelda woke up feeling a mixture of happiness and forlorn depression. She wanted to wake up next to Anon. But she would try her best to make that into reality.
She got up and started brushing her hair again, she was about to cover her face again, but instead she clipped her hair a bit further back, she wasn't quite confident enough to change her hairstyle drastically, but she would show more of her face.
She waited for the other girls to leave the dorm and went infront of a mirror. She considered not buttoning her shirt all the way up, but it felt a bit embarrassing. She looked at her face and realized she wasn't quite as sickly pale as she usually was. And the bags under her eyes weren't as pronounced. She had put on her makeup a bit lighter than usual. She wrapped her robes around her, like a cape in the same way as Anon did and giggled a little at the sight. She stopped and realized that she was giggling infront of a mirror, what happened to her? She felt a bit self-aware and just put on her robes normally, but kept them open and pulled back.

Ismelda followed Merula into the charms class. She spent most of the class watching Anon try to teach other students the charm that he had learned without any trouble last week. Ismelda also learned the charm, but considered pretending not to know it, just to get tutored by Anon. But it would have been too transparent. Ismelda had stopped trying to resist her feelings for the boy, she tried to think for the reasons she had fallen for him. Obviously the boy was handsome, most of the time he was friendly and smiling. Which made him look so wizardly with his amazing nose and wild eyebrows. But she really preferred the boy with an angry scowl on his face, it made him look like a dangerous warlock. She smiled dimly as she imagined the boy a bit older with a beard.
The boy looked great, sure. But it wasn't actually that high of a priority for Ismelda, her expectations were very low, because she had thought she was hideous looking. It was something else about the boy that drew her to him... The boy absolutely radiated power. Everything about him pointed to a potential that was almost unfair. It's like the boy was on completely different level to everyone else. But the boy never rubbed it to anyone's face. She kinda wished he did, he would make for an amazing slytherin.
And that body, he was sporty, not just a muscular meathead like Barnaby, because he was probably more intelligent than any other student. But still, he was muscular. Not unsightly so, but enough to make Ismelda imagine how easy it would be for him to carry her around and find surfaces to claim her as his own. The thought made her blush and hope she was alone. She wouldn't risk getting caught pleasuring herself in classes anymore. She had come to her senses a bit about that. She was confused about it earlier and tried to understand what she was feeling. But being able to get it out of her system cleared her mind.
"Look at him try so hard to coax points from Flitwick..."
Ismelda turned around and looked at Merula, who was also staring at Anon.
"What, who?"
"Anon..."
Ismelda turned around and looked at Anon. She couldn't admit to Merula that she had been staring at Anon the whole class.
"Yeah, it's pretty pathetic, just because you learn a charm so quickly..."
"I learned it faster, but no one ever asks me to tutor others." Merula said and pouted angrily, she went back to doodling yet another picture of Anon getting killed in a gruesome way, this time by a hippogrif.
Ismelda spent the rest of the class also doodling, she drew a picture of Anon with a striking wizardly beard and a powerful scowl. Merula seemed to notice she was also drawing pictures, instead of taking notes.
"Who is that supposed to be?"
"Merlin." Ismelda lied quickly.
"That doesn't look anything like Merlin."
"I am not as good as doodling as you are."
Merula seemed to take the compliment at face value and left Ismelda alone, the girl however looked a bit unconvinced.

After the classes, Merula ran off again while Ismelda was putting her books and notes back into her bag. When she got up, she realized Anon had stayed behind to be praised by flitwick. Ismelda was walking slowly towards the door, hesitating on every step, until she finally made up her mind and turned around.
She didn't expect Anon to have walked up to her so quickly. She nearly bumped into him when she turned around, she thought he was still talking with Flitwick. Instead he was right behind her. Ismelda looked up and saw Anon stare at her confused.
"O-oh, hi... Ymous." Ismelda stammered a bit shyly. She was used to throwing insults and acting haughty at Anon, but trying to be nice... Or even a bit seductive was really difficult.
Anon looked at her a bit confused, Ismelda felt a bit bad that Anon was so surprised at her not spewing insults at him... Maybe he hated her anyway, because of how she has treated him before?
"Hello, uh... Murk. Is everything alright?"
"Y-yeah, why?"
"No reason, you rarely greet me, except when you're going to fight me... Should I be scared?" Anon smiled in his usual confident way and laughed lightly, in his braggadocious way.
Ismelda tried to think of something to say, anything...
"Oh, uhh... Congratulations for being picked for gryffindor team." Ismelda said quickly, regretting having said it immediately afterwards, now it looked like she had showed up to watch his tryouts.
"Thanks... How did you know about that anyway?
"I heard about it in the common room. I uhh... Can't wait to see you get humiliated by slytherin team."
"Of course, don't miss a match then." Anon joked and walked off laughing.
"I wont..." Ismelda said quietly.