hope you dudes like my story, and yeh im knew and a great fan of all the stories, shouldve started more earlier, oh well enjoy! and by the way this is set on the last year of Hogwarts, there eigth year. Feel free to reply i like to know what you think
It was raining everywhere up in merry old England, and Hogwarts was no exception. The rain hit the once crystal clear window of the Gryffindor common room where Hermione sat reading one of the library’s books.
Upstairs on the bunk beds were Harry and Ron, Harry was listening to Ron’s intent plans to get back at Hermione who insulted him about his very low-test results. They where thinking of the perfect spell or charm to hit Hermione with, a non-painful one of course. Then Ron remembered the exact spell Harry had used on Malfoy when they had duelled, the “Rictusempra charm”. Harry looked at Ron and said “But do you think she’s ticklish.”
“I definitely hope so.” Said Ron “Well there’s only one way to find out.” Said Ron as he instructed Harry to go down stairs and have a test.
So Harry began to slowly creep down the Gryffindor stairwell in his invisibility cloak given to him from his father and past through Dumbeldore. The fire in the common room was amazing, warmth flowing out of it like blood from an open wound and light radiated around the room eliciting shadows every which way. Hermione was still engrossed in her book that she didn’t even hear Harry bump into the small corner table next to the stairs.
“Rgh” Harry let out under his breath after realising the table had jabbed in the crutch. Ron was watching the whole thing from upstairs and stifled a giggle. Harry had recovered from his pains and slyly crept on. He walked right in front of Hermione and let out a little whistle. Immediately she looked up, she gazed ahead for several seconds then turned her head. As the way Hermione was she had to know where it came from so she inserted her bookmark and memorised what line she was up to and slowly placed the book on the flat of the arm rest. That was Harry’s chance, the book was out of the way and had a clear shot at her ribs, so he dived in for the kill.
Harry grabbed Hermione by the sides and began to dig into them.
Hermione couldn’t have been more ticklish.
HAHAHHAHAHHEHEHEEHAHHAHAAHAHAHAWAHAHAW-WHOAHAHAHA’S THAHAHEHEHAHHERE!” Hermione said through fits of laughs and giggles. She began to swipe out in front of her and caught onto something. She yanked at it with all her might and Harry’s cloak came off, she saw this but couldn’t do anything against the tickling Harry was inflicting on her torso.
AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH AHHAAHHARRY HAHAHA HAH AHA HA!!!” Harry stopped and backed away allowing her to catch her breath and when she finally did she stood up and Harry backed away. As she walked into Ron’s bird eye view, Ron stood up drew his wand and shouted
“RICTUSEMPRA!!!” immediately both the silver arch’s exploded out of the wand and Hermione turned. She turned only to find a direct hit to the stomach by the charm. Hermione hit the ground, hard.
“Bullseye!” Ron and Harry shouted in unison. Hermione rolled onto her back with a nasty glare on her face, this glare soon dissolved into a smile. She had no clue what had happened she was furious but she couldn’t stop trying to laugh. Even through her silky grey nightie she felt fingers slowly gliding out her smooth delicate porcelain coloured tummy. She was trying her best to fight it.
“mmph..,he he he, mph, hhmmmmmmm he heehe.” She may have been able to hold on a little longer if it not for the charm worsening. She could now feel as if a fluffy quill was fluffing into her small delicate naval. This was truly the feather that broke the camel’s back.
“AHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAH ANOAHAHAHNONONOAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHA HEHEHEHEHAHAHHAEHAHEHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHHEWWWAAAHAAIITTAAHAHAHHA.” Ron had just come down from the staircase he found himself giggling at the sight, even Harry was laughing.
“When do you think we should call it off?” Said Harry.
“Well, when she doesn’t like it any more.” Said Ron, Hermione now laughing even harder as she felt another quill tracing around her small pert breasts.
“PLLEAEAAAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHHA PLAHAHHA PLEEEEAHAHAHHA PLEASE AHAHAHAHAH STOP ITTTTAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAEHEH HEHE NEEHEHE EHEHEHE EHEHE!” Hermione giggling and laughing at the same time from the different punishments.
“how can you tell she likes it now.” Asked harry
“Well look, she’s not flailing around that much she’s actually trying to stay with it.” Ron said happily.
After awhile they knew she couldn’t take any more Ron disarmed the charm. When Hermione had stop the remaining giggle effects and caught her breath both she and Ron apologised to eachother. But Ron really could not wait to try the spell on her again. Which he did, and she got him too. The two of them actually made it a routine to make sport of this charm.
It was raining everywhere up in merry old England, and Hogwarts was no exception. The rain hit the once crystal clear window of the Gryffindor common room where Hermione sat reading one of the library’s books.
Upstairs on the bunk beds were Harry and Ron, Harry was listening to Ron’s intent plans to get back at Hermione who insulted him about his very low-test results. They where thinking of the perfect spell or charm to hit Hermione with, a non-painful one of course. Then Ron remembered the exact spell Harry had used on Malfoy when they had duelled, the “Rictusempra charm”. Harry looked at Ron and said “But do you think she’s ticklish.”
“I definitely hope so.” Said Ron “Well there’s only one way to find out.” Said Ron as he instructed Harry to go down stairs and have a test.
So Harry began to slowly creep down the Gryffindor stairwell in his invisibility cloak given to him from his father and past through Dumbeldore. The fire in the common room was amazing, warmth flowing out of it like blood from an open wound and light radiated around the room eliciting shadows every which way. Hermione was still engrossed in her book that she didn’t even hear Harry bump into the small corner table next to the stairs.
“Rgh” Harry let out under his breath after realising the table had jabbed in the crutch. Ron was watching the whole thing from upstairs and stifled a giggle. Harry had recovered from his pains and slyly crept on. He walked right in front of Hermione and let out a little whistle. Immediately she looked up, she gazed ahead for several seconds then turned her head. As the way Hermione was she had to know where it came from so she inserted her bookmark and memorised what line she was up to and slowly placed the book on the flat of the arm rest. That was Harry’s chance, the book was out of the way and had a clear shot at her ribs, so he dived in for the kill.
Harry grabbed Hermione by the sides and began to dig into them.
Hermione couldn’t have been more ticklish.
HAHAHHAHAHHEHEHEEHAHHAHAAHAHAHAWAHAHAW-WHOAHAHAHA’S THAHAHEHEHAHHERE!” Hermione said through fits of laughs and giggles. She began to swipe out in front of her and caught onto something. She yanked at it with all her might and Harry’s cloak came off, she saw this but couldn’t do anything against the tickling Harry was inflicting on her torso.
AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH AHHAAHHARRY HAHAHA HAH AHA HA!!!” Harry stopped and backed away allowing her to catch her breath and when she finally did she stood up and Harry backed away. As she walked into Ron’s bird eye view, Ron stood up drew his wand and shouted
“RICTUSEMPRA!!!” immediately both the silver arch’s exploded out of the wand and Hermione turned. She turned only to find a direct hit to the stomach by the charm. Hermione hit the ground, hard.
“Bullseye!” Ron and Harry shouted in unison. Hermione rolled onto her back with a nasty glare on her face, this glare soon dissolved into a smile. She had no clue what had happened she was furious but she couldn’t stop trying to laugh. Even through her silky grey nightie she felt fingers slowly gliding out her smooth delicate porcelain coloured tummy. She was trying her best to fight it.
“mmph..,he he he, mph, hhmmmmmmm he heehe.” She may have been able to hold on a little longer if it not for the charm worsening. She could now feel as if a fluffy quill was fluffing into her small delicate naval. This was truly the feather that broke the camel’s back.
“AHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAH ANOAHAHAHNONONOAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHA HEHEHEHEHAHAHHAEHAHEHAHAHHAHA AHAHAHHEWWWAAAHAAIITTAAHAHAHHA.” Ron had just come down from the staircase he found himself giggling at the sight, even Harry was laughing.
“When do you think we should call it off?” Said Harry.
“Well, when she doesn’t like it any more.” Said Ron, Hermione now laughing even harder as she felt another quill tracing around her small pert breasts.
“PLLEAEAAAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHHA PLAHAHHA PLEEEEAHAHAHHA PLEASE AHAHAHAHAH STOP ITTTTAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAEHEH HEHE NEEHEHE EHEHEHE EHEHE!” Hermione giggling and laughing at the same time from the different punishments.
“how can you tell she likes it now.” Asked harry
“Well look, she’s not flailing around that much she’s actually trying to stay with it.” Ron said happily.
After awhile they knew she couldn’t take any more Ron disarmed the charm. When Hermione had stop the remaining giggle effects and caught her breath both she and Ron apologised to eachother. But Ron really could not wait to try the spell on her again. Which he did, and she got him too. The two of them actually made it a routine to make sport of this charm.
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