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Ginny entered the abandoned classroom on the forth floor with caution, she didn’t want to be ambushed again.

‘This time, I’m going to be the one doing the ambushing’, she thought as she looked around the room, it was empty. Romilda wasn’t here yet, she had time to plan a way out.

‘And get those pictures of me away from Romilda… even if I have to trade the pictures I took for them.’

BANG!!!

Ginny jumped as the door slammed shut. Spinning around with her wand out, she was greeted by the sight of a smug looking Romilda Vane.

“Jumpy Weasley”? She snickered.

“That was not funny, Romilda”, Ginny growled.

“Depends on where you were standing, Weasley”, she said still smiling.

“I hate you”, Ginny muttered.

“I know”, Romilda said sweetly, “now, I believe you have something for me, some pictures perhaps”?

“Yeah, they’re in my pocket”.

“All four of them”?

“Yes, and bound and gagged just like you requested”.

“Good girl”, Romilda cooed like she was talking to a baby, “I knew that you could do it”.

Ginny glared at her, “Don’t talk to me like I’m a baby, Romilda”.

Romilda smiled nastily, “okay I won’t, after all you defiantly won’t look like a baby in a minute, in fact, you’ll look like the slut you really are”.

Ginny wasn’t sure what it was about that statement, but something caused her to react on instinct, meaning she drew her wand and fired, “STUPEFY”!!!

Romilda didn’t have any time to react as the spell struck her squarely in the chest before lifting her off her feet and slamming her against the wall. Catching her with a levitation charm and lowering her to the ground, Ginny looked down at the unconscious form of her arch rival with an evil grin.

“Payback time”.

But first, she had to find those photos. Pulling off Romilda’s cloak, she quickly began rummaging through the pockets, throwing the cloak to the floor in frustration when she found that they weren’t there.

“Where could they be”? She said aloud.

Then her eyes fell on Romilda’s bag, ‘of course’.

Picking the bag up, Ginny unzipped it and promptly emptied the contents all over the floor. Her jaw dropped at what fell out.

The bag contained numerous rolls of duct tape and various other instruments that Ginny didn’t recognize. However, what caught her attention was the French Maid costume. At the sight of this, Romilda’s comment came back to her, ‘she was going to put me this and take pictures, that bitch, the only one seeing me in this is Harry’. At the thought of her former boyfriend, her heart ached, she missed him, ‘after this, I’m getting Harry back.’

It was then that Ginny noticed the silvery water like cloak on the top of the pile. It was Harry’s invisibility cloak, ‘does he even know its missing’?

As she began loading the items back into the bag, her face lit up, there they were, the blackmail photos of her. Quickly scooping them up, she placed them into the inside pocket of her robe and breathed a sigh of relief, Romilda couldn’t blackmail her anymore.

An evil smile crossed Ginny’s face as she turned to the unconscious girl, “now Romilda Vane, you’ll learn the hard way why it’s not a good idea to get Ginny Weasley mad”.

“But first, let’s get you properly dressed, or in this case undressed”, she said with a smirk.

First she removed Romilda’s school standard grey socks and Mary Jane shoes and threw them over her shoulder not caring where they landed, then pulled Romilda’s skirt down her smooth legs, also throwing it over her shoulder. As she unbuttoned and removed Romilda’s shirt, one thought crossed her mind, ‘flat chest’.

After throwing the shirt over her shoulder, she stood up and stretched, “Now to get you nice and tied up Romilda”.

First, Ginny rolled Romilda onto her stomach and placed her arms into two L shapes behind her back, then she tied several coils of rope around Romilda’s wrists and arms, pinning them together tightly. Afterwards, taking another piece of rope and began wrapping above and below Romilda’s breasts before knotting it off tightly at the back, pinning her arms against her back.

Secondly, she picked up a roll of duct tape, crouched down next to the unconscious girl, bent her legs so that her ankles were touching her bum, then duct taped her thighs to her calves. Then using one rope she tied Romilda’s ankles together then attached the other rope to her ankles.

Next came the gag, something that Ginny had really been looking forward to. Scrunching up three cloths into balls, she pulled Romilda’s mouth open and shoved the three cloth balls inside. Next she took a roll of silver duct tape and began wrapping it around Romilda’s head. Not caring about her captive’s hair, Ginny kept on wrapping the tape around the unconscious girl’s head and over her mouth until the whole roll had been used. She grinned and picked up another roll, this time a blue one and began wrapping it around Romilda’s head until once again the whole was used. She repeated this with three more rolls of tape before casting a fusion charm to fuse the very thick tape gag together.

“That should keep you quiet, you flat chested cow”, she said nastily.

A cruel smile crossed her face, “and I’m still not done with you yet”.

****

Ginny stepped back and admired her work with a satisfied smile, ‘she’s not going anywhere in a hurry’.

Romilda was now suspended in the air by six long ropes which passed through conjured hooks on the ceiling and straight back down to the floor where they were weighted down by gravity charms that were charmed to disappear in three hours time.

Picking up Romilda’s bag and leaving the room, Ginny locked the door behind her. As she cast a powerful silencing charm, she smirked, she had left a final surprise for Romilda, a portable swamp made out of Stinksap right underneath her.

‘I wish I could be there to see her fall, but I have more important things to deal with, like getting my boyfriend back’. She had repacked and taken the bag that Romilda had brought with her, but not before getting some blackmail photos of Romilda, “after all, turn about is fair play”.

****

Epilogue

Ginny Weasley would quickly get back together with Harry and soon after they would discover each others love of bondage. Two years later Ginny and Harry would get married in a small church in Godrics Hollow. The bride wore ropes, chains and a ball gag.

Hermione Granger went on to be a bondage slave for the girls that had tormented her at school. It turned out that the girls were Veela and they used that charm to make very profitable business deals for them. They would usually have Hermione walk in tied up in a very revealing maid’s outfit to provide a distraction for the people they were doing business with. Hermione enjoyed the job and never complained, though most of the time she couldn’t anyway because she was gagged in one way or another.

Luna Lovegood went on to be a bondage model for magazines like Playwizard, Playwitch and Bound Witches Gazette and would soon become the creator of bondage penisive services while her husband Colin Creevey became her personal photographer.

Cho Chang would go on to work in a dominatrix and quickly become one of the most popular mistresses. She would take her anger of not getting Harry Potter out on her slaves as she would call her ‘clients’, especially the red heads.

Parvati Patil would become a regular at the Dominatrix where Cho worked, always being Cho’s slave. Eventually Cho would take her home and keep her as her own personal slave.

Romilda Vane, the instigator of the incident, would not have such a happy ending. Her father’s company went bankrupt and her family lost everything except two plane tickets to Hawaii. One night while they were living at the end of an abandoned alleyway, where they couldn’t be seen or heard by passers by, and she was fast asleep, her parents would strip her naked, tie her very tightly and very thoroughly her to a nearby pole using some discarded rope, stuff her mouth with filthy rags from a nearby dumpster, cleave gag her, then with the little money they had scrounged, get in a taxi and head for the airport.

So not everyone gets a happy ending, but then again, it’s Romilda Vane, so who cares?

The End.

Description
Ginny entered the abandoned classroom on the forth floor with caution, she didn’t want to be ambushed again.

‘This time, I’m going to be the one doing the ambushing’, she thought as she looked around the room, it was empty. Romilda wasn’t here yet, she had time to plan a way out.

‘And get those pictures of me away from Romilda… even if I have to trade the pictures I took for them.’

BANG!!!

Ginny jumped as the door slammed shut. Spinning around with her wand out, she was greeted by the sight of a smug looking Romilda Vane.

“Jumpy Weasley”? She snickered.

“That was not funny, Romilda”, Ginny growled.

“Depends on where you were standing, Weasley”, she said still smiling.

“I hate you”, Ginny muttered.

“I know”, Romilda said sweetly, “now, I believe you have something for me, some pictures perhaps”?

“Yeah, they’re in my pocket”.

“All four of them”?

“Yes, and bound and gagged just like you requested”.

“Good girl”, Romilda cooed like she was talking to a baby, “I knew that you could do it”.

Ginny glared at her, “Don’t talk to me like I’m a baby, Romilda”.

Romilda smiled nastily, “okay I won’t, after all you defiantly won’t look like a baby in a minute, in fact, you’ll look like the slut you really are”.

Ginny wasn’t sure what it was about that statement, but something caused her to react on instinct, meaning she drew her wand and fired, “STUPEFY”!!!

Romilda didn’t have any time to react as the spell struck her squarely in the chest before lifting her off her feet and slamming her against the wall. Catching her with a levitation charm and lowering her to the ground, Ginny looked down at the unconscious form of her arch rival with an evil grin.

“Payback time”.

But first, she had to find those photos. Pulling off Romilda’s cloak, she quickly began rummaging through the pockets, throwing the cloak to the floor in frustration when she found that they weren’t there.

“Where could they be”? She said aloud.

Then her eyes fell on Romilda’s bag, ‘of course’.

Picking the bag up, Ginny unzipped it and promptly emptied the contents all over the floor. Her jaw dropped at what fell out.

The bag contained numerous rolls of duct tape and various other instruments that Ginny didn’t recognize. However, what caught her attention was the French Maid costume. At the sight of this, Romilda’s comment came back to her, ‘she was going to put me this and take pictures, that bitch, the only one seeing me in this is Harry’. At the thought of her former boyfriend, her heart ached, she missed him, ‘after this, I’m getting Harry back.’

It was then that Ginny noticed the silvery water like cloak on the top of the pile. It was Harry’s invisibility cloak, ‘does he even know its missing’?

As she began loading the items back into the bag, her face lit up, there they were, the blackmail photos of her. Quickly scooping them up, she placed them into the inside pocket of her robe and breathed a sigh of relief, Romilda couldn’t blackmail her anymore.

An evil smile crossed Ginny’s face as she turned to the unconscious girl, “now Romilda Vane, you’ll learn the hard way why it’s not a good idea to get Ginny Weasley mad”.

“But first, let’s get you properly dressed, or in this case undressed”, she said with a smirk.

First she removed Romilda’s school standard grey socks and Mary Jane shoes and threw them over her shoulder not caring where they landed, then pulled Romilda’s skirt down her smooth legs, also throwing it over her shoulder. As she unbuttoned and removed Romilda’s shirt, one thought crossed her mind, ‘flat chest’.

After throwing the shirt over her shoulder, she stood up and stretched, “Now to get you nice and tied up Romilda”.

First, Ginny rolled Romilda onto her stomach and placed her arms into two L shapes behind her back, then she tied several coils of rope around Romilda’s wrists and arms, pinning them together tightly. Afterwards, taking another piece of rope and began wrapping above and below Romilda’s breasts before knotting it off tightly at the back, pinning her arms against her back.

Secondly, she picked up a roll of duct tape, crouched down next to the unconscious girl, bent her legs so that her ankles were touching her bum, then duct taped her thighs to her calves. Then using one rope she tied Romilda’s ankles together then attached the other rope to her ankles.

Next came the gag, something that Ginny had really been looking forward to. Scrunching up three cloths into balls, she pulled Romilda’s mouth open and shoved the three cloth balls inside. Next she took a roll of silver duct tape and began wrapping it around Romilda’s head. Not caring about her captive’s hair, Ginny kept on wrapping the tape around the unconscious girl’s head and over her mouth until the whole roll had been used. She grinned and picked up another roll, this time a blue one and began wrapping it around Romilda’s head until once again the whole was used. She repeated this with three more rolls of tape before casting a fusion charm to fuse the very thick tape gag together.

“That should keep you quiet, you flat chested cow”, she said nastily.

A cruel smile crossed her face, “and I’m still not done with you yet”.

****

Ginny stepped back and admired her work with a satisfied smile, ‘she’s not going anywhere in a hurry’.

Romilda was now suspended in the air by six long ropes which passed through conjured hooks on the ceiling and straight back down to the floor where they were weighted down by gravity charms that were charmed to disappear in three hours time.

Picking up Romilda’s bag and leaving the room, Ginny locked the door behind her. As she cast a powerful silencing charm, she smirked, she had left a final surprise for Romilda, a portable swamp made out of Stinksap right underneath her.

‘I wish I could be there to see her fall, but I have more important things to deal with, like getting my boyfriend back’. She had repacked and taken the bag that Romilda had brought with her, but not before getting some blackmail photos of Romilda, “after all, turn about is fair play”.

****

Epilogue

Ginny Weasley would quickly get back together with Harry and soon after they would discover each others love of bondage. Two years later Ginny and Harry would get married in a small church in Godrics Hollow. The bride wore ropes, chains and a ball gag.

Hermione Granger went on to be a bondage slave for the girls that had tormented her at school. It turned out that the girls were Veela and they used that charm to make very profitable business deals for them. They would usually have Hermione walk in tied up in a very revealing maid’s outfit to provide a distraction for the people they were doing business with. Hermione enjoyed the job and never complained, though most of the time she couldn’t anyway because she was gagged in one way or another.

Luna Lovegood went on to be a bondage model for magazines like Playwizard, Playwitch and Bound Witches Gazette and would soon become the creator of bondage penisive services while her husband Colin Creevey became her personal photographer.

Cho Chang would go on to work in a dominatrix and quickly become one of the most popular mistresses. She would take her anger of not getting Harry Potter out on her slaves as she would call her ‘clients’, especially the red heads.

Parvati Patil would become a regular at the Dominatrix where Cho worked, always being Cho’s slave. Eventually Cho would take her home and keep her as her own personal slave.

Romilda Vane, the instigator of the incident, would not have such a happy ending. Her father’s company went bankrupt and her family lost everything except two plane tickets to Hawaii. One night while they were living at the end of an abandoned alleyway, where they couldn’t be seen or heard by passers by, and she was fast asleep, her parents would strip her naked, tie her very tightly and very thoroughly her to a nearby pole using some discarded rope, stuff her mouth with filthy rags from a nearby dumpster, cleave gag her, then with the little money they had scrounged, get in a taxi and head for the airport.

So not everyone gets a happy ending, but then again, it’s Romilda Vane, so who cares?

The End.