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***The following is a requested fan fiction starring a couple characters from J.K. Rowling's wildly popular books.  If you've read them, you know the characters aren't mine. If you haven't, well, you probably know anyways from the movies.  If you really didn't know about the Harry Potter series at all, now you too know that these are not my characters, and congratulations on finally fighting off your coma.  Being that this story takes place after the series is over, all of them are now over 18.  And that's good, because there is going to be a good deal of bondage and torment to be found here.  If you don't like that stuff, that's cool... but don't read this story.***

"Oh no, Ronald!"  Hermione practically spat out, her eyes narrowing as she looked back up at him from the strange bundle on the bed.  "You're out of your mind if you think I'm doing this!"

"But that was the bet!"  Ron sputtered back at her.  "If Gryffindor wi-"

"Ronald!"  Hermione snapped back, interrupting him, her right hand leaving its firm placement on her hip to point accusingly at him.  "The bet said nothing about anything like this, and you know it!"

"The bet said that you would do whatever I wanted!"  He replied, his own ire rising now as he glared back at her.  "There weren't any condi-"

"And this is what you want?!"  She snapped back, grabbing a bundle of the multi-colored ropes up off the top of the bed and holding them up before him, her expression changing to a mocking pout.  "Is this how little Ronny wants to see me?  Just a helpless damsel in distress?"

Hermione saw Ron's anger leave him in a flash, the expression of demand immediately replaced by one of hurt as an embarrassed flush began to spread over his cheeks.  She suddenly wished that she could take back those last, belittling words.  He opened his mouth to speak, but she quickly cut him off.

"I'm sorry, Ron."  She matched his frown as she stepped in closer to him, reaching out to place a hand on his arm.  "I shouldn't have said that.  I was just a little nervous.  That's all.  A bet's a bet.  I'll do it."

"Really?  You'll do it?"  He asked, the hurt look evaporating almost instantaneously at her agreement

"Yes, I'll do it."  She answered, nodding.

"Wow, Hermione!  You..."  He beamed, pausing to lean in to plant a quick kiss on her lips.  "... are the best!"

"I know."  She smiled, his enthusiasm cantagious.  "Now run off and let me get ready."

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After showing Ron out of the room so that she could get ready, Hermione changed into the little white negligie that she'd bought for just such an occasion.  The soft satin of the babydoll's cups felt so soft and smooth against her breasts, and she found herself continually pulling the sheer sides together as the continually fell open to leave her belly exposed.  As she walked back to the bed across the hardwood floor, she ran her hands over the soft material of the babydoll, and the pure white boyshorts that it almost utterly failed to conceal.

Really, she'd expected to lose the bet.  She just hadn't thought that Ron's request would be something so decidedly kinky.  She'd expected a lot more blushing as he'd tried to figure out what he wanted, and then to offer to wear the sheer little babydoll for him, and that would have been that.  She realized that his quick decision and confidence were probably what had gotten her upset, more than the request itself.  She felt bad for snapping at him, so she was wearing the nightie in addition to his request as a sort of peace offering.

Now, as for the request itself, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.  Atop the bed lay a jumble of ropes, scarves, bundles of twine, and other assorted things.  According to Ron, they were ensorceled so that Hermione could activate them to come to life by uttering a command word.  She was simply to lie down on the bed with them, say the word, and then let them do the rest.  When they were finished, Ron would come in.

Hermione spread out the pile of things atop the bed, and then climbed up onto them.  Lying on her back with the things beneath her, she carefully adjusted her thick hair so that it would fall around her face as she lay there, and then made some final adjustments to the way that the nightie covered her.

"Indellicato"  She spoke softly as she lay there.

For a moment, it seemed that nothing would happen.  But then, she cried out softly in surprise as the things beneath her began to writhe and move on their own.  She forced herself to lie still as they began to slowly twist and coil around her limbs.

Lifting her head to see, Hermione watched in wonderment as a length of rope began to slowly coil around each of her ankles.  The purple rope on her left felt soft and pliable, while the brown on her right was coarse and scratchy.  Feeling movement around her hands, she turned to see that they were also were being attended to by animated ropes, both black and soft as they coiled around her wrists.

While these ropes continued to slowly loop around her wrists and ankles, Hermione looked up to see that another length pair of cords were slowly working their way up the posts of the canopy bed, climbing the bed's tall posts toward the rail that ran along the top.

Contact to her inner thigh made Hermione gasp, and she looked down to see that a large jumble of rope had slithered up onto her lower body.  Two of them stopped, beginning to wrap themselves around each thigh above the knee.  The remaining trio of ropes lifted their heads like snakes on the prowl, slowly passing up onto her boy shorts.

Hermione gasped as they crossed over onto her belly, and instinctively tried to reach out to push them away, but her hands were drawn up short, the ropes holding them now tied back to the base of the posts of the bed behind her.  Her breathing began to quicken as her helplessness began to set in with full force.  She watched one of the three begin to wrap around her waist while the other two continued upward.

"No!"  Hermione cried out in surprise at something soft brushing across her cheek, and then suddenly followed by the feel of it coiling around her neck.

Eyes wide, she looked up to see that a long rope had reached down from the rail high up above and behind her.  It wrapped itself tightly around her neck and began to draw upward.  Whimpering softly, she quickly pulled her legs beneath herself, drawing up into a kneeling position to lift herself and lessen the pull of the rope on her throat.

"R-ron?"  She asked softly, part of her hoping that he wouldn't hear so that she could hide the fear that was growing inside her from him, but also hoping that he would rush in to bring this to an end.

She was kneeling on the bed now, facing its foot, and the ropes on her wrists had her arms drawn back behind her, pulled out toward each corner of the bed's headboard.  She could feel movement of something soft up her back, and started to look over her shoulder, but then her attention was immediately drawn back as the three ropes on her front began their work in earnest.

Gasping, her chest heaving, Hermione cried out in genuine panic as the ropes on her chest slipped beneath the cups of her nightie and then yanked it open, the soft material falling to the bed beneath her.  As her soft breasts fell free, the ropes began to coil firmly around the bases of them.  Trying to pull back away from them, she discovered that the ropes on her thighs had now reached out to the posts of the footboard, and were keeping her drawn out that way.

Hermione could barely move as she knelt, trembling, on the bed.  The ropes from her wrists, neck, and thighs pulled her in three different directions.  The ones from her thighs began to pull her forward slowly, forcing her to slide forward on the bed so that she was leaning back as she knelt, increasing the pressure of the rope on her neck.

"Ron!"  She cried out in earnest now as the position and the increasing press of the ropes into the base of her breasts began to become painful.  "Something's gone wrong!  Please, he-"

Her cry was cut off abruptly as the scarf that had been climbing up her back slipped up over her cheek and plunged itself into her mouth.  Shaking her head desperately as she tried to dislodge it, she could do nothing to stop it from firmly packing its way between her lips.

Thrashing on the bed in genuine panic now, Hermione pulled with all her might at the ropes.  Another scarf reached her lips, winding its way around her head and then pulling back hard against the corners of her lips as it threaded its way through her bushy hair before tying itself in place.

Hermione screamed into the gag as she suddenly felt new pressure on her aching breasts.  She looked up to see that the ropes from the rails above were hanging down now to join with the coils of those wicked base-ropes, and they began to pull upward.  The upward pull forced her to slowly arch her back and lift her chest upward.  She watched in disbelief as her breasts began to bulge slightly under the pressure.

The rope around her hips was in motion again, and Hermione cried out as she felt its tip slip beneath the front of the waistband of her boyshorts.  Crying out into the stuffing that filled her mouth, she tried to bend her neck forward to look down and see what was happening, but was brought up short by a tug at her hair.  Though see could not see the crotch-rope as it worked, her whole body tensed as she could vividly feel it slip between her nether lips as it continued to glide its way down along her body.  Whatever had twined its way into her hair was now slowly drawing her neck further back until she was forced to look straight up at the ceiling above her.

It was all too much for her.  Hermione began to cry softly as the rope between her legs worked its way backwards and up between the crack of her asscheeks.  While it continued its progress, she felt slender pieces of twine coming to life around her toes, twisting and turning around them and then beginning to draw upward on them.  She screamed into her gag as the pull continued and her feet were lifted up off the bed, drawn further and further upward until the soles of her feet were presses firmly into her bottom.

Balancing on her knees on the bed, bent backward as she struggled to keep the weight of her body off the ropes that confined her breasts, Hermione tugged on the tight twine that bound her big toes, only to discover that the pull dragged the rope between her legs cruelly into her nether lips.  Hot tears welled in her eyes as she pleaded, muffled sounds, into the packing that stuffed her lips.

She felt movement at her neck again and she tensed in anticipation of what was to come.  Something soft moved up and over her cheek, up past the gag, as she panted hard through her nose.  And then the scarf passed over her eyes, knotting itself in place there.  Robbed of sight, she could only await Ron's return, her salty tears burning her eyes behind the blindfold.  She prayed he would return soon.