HPIM - Part 1

Ginny Weasley walked along the fourth floor corridor with a smile on her face, why was she smiling? Well you would be to if you were about to go on a date with Harry Potter. They had been dating for two months and now they were finally going on a proper date in Hogsmede. She only wished that they didn’t have to wear school uniform to Hogsmede, the robes and shirt were so baggy and didn’t help the girls show off their figures. She let out a sigh of frustration, she had really wanted to wear something more ‘fitting’. She giggled at the thought of wearing something like that in front of Harry, he would be so tongue tied. She let out a small sigh of frustration, she had to wear uniform, but she didn’t have to wear the school tie because it was summer, she giggled at the images that ran through her mind involving Harry and a tie, ‘oh well, at least Harry will have his tie’. She would have worn her tie, but social popularity and all that. Anyway, she was due to meet Harry in the entrance hall in an hour. She had been feeling slightly nervous so she had decided to take a walk around the school, for some reason walking always seemed to calm her nerves. Even though her nerves were calm, she was too lost in thought about her upcoming date to realise that she was being followed and that this person had followed her every since she had left her dormitory.

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Romilda Vane silently stalked her pray through the corridors of Hogwarts, soon, soon she would pounce. An evil smirk crossed her face at the thought of how she planned to deal with her ‘rival’. The smirk grew wider as she saw Ginny walk along the forth floor corridor right near an abandoned classroom.

“Perfect”, she whispered, “you made this too easy, Weasley”.

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Ginny had no time to react as she heard the rush of a spell behind her before something struck her in the back and her world went black.

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As soon as she had launched the stunner, Romilda quickly prepared a levitation charm and caught the youngest Weasley as she fell stopping her in midair. Keeping Ginny steady, Romilda walked over to the door and pushed it open. The room was completely empty, nothing Ginny could use to escape, the room was perfect placing Ginny gently down on the floor face up, she cancelled the levitation charm. Romilda poked her head through the door and looked left and right a few times to make sure that there was no one in the corridor, when she was sure that the corridor was clear, she closed the door and placed a silencing charm over the room.

Satisfied that she wouldn’t be disturbed, she turned and walked over to Ginny’s unconscious form, she pointed her wand and muttered “torpeo” (numb). The numbing spell was something she had discovered in one of her mothers medical journals, it was used in operations and such to treat serious wounds.   

Romilda made sure that the charm covered Ginny’s entire body except her head, she wanted to hear Ginny’s protests and outrage, that would defiantly be worth listening too. Once that was all sorted, all Romilda could do was wait for Ginny to wake up, “what a time to forget the revival charm”, she thought bitterly.

Romilda leaned against the wall and waited patiently for Ginny to wake up.

A few minutes later, she heard a small groan from beside her, ‘about bloody time’, she thought.

“What… what’s going on, why can’t I move, my body, I can’t feel my body, what going on”?

“About time you woke up Weasley, I was getting bored with waiting for you”.

Ginny’s head shot up at the sound of the voice, “Romilda Vane, what have you done to me?”

“Numbing charm”, she said with a casual shrug, “and before you start screaming, there’s a silencing charm on this room, now to get to work on you”, Romilda said as she straddled Ginny and began working on her school shirt, quickly undoing the buttons.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING”? Ginny shrieked, “Get off me right now, Romilda Vane, or so help me I will Bat Bogey hex you into oblivion”.

“Undoing your shirt obviously” Romilda said nonchalantly as she worked her way down ignoring Ginny’s threats, undoing the last button, she pulled open the shirt revealing a lacy red bra, seeing this, she raised an eyebrow, “very sexy, expecting someone to see this Weasley”?

Ginny’s faced turned so red that it matched her hair perfectly as she spluttered all the while trying to deny it. By the time, she had stopped spluttering and blushing, she realised that to her horror that Romilda had managed to remove her shirt and had placed it on top of her bag along with her socks and shoes. Ginny found herself getting very scared, she knew that Romilda was a bit crazy, but now she realised that she was insane.

“Why did you take my clothes, what are you going to do to me?” She asked, the fear palpable in her voice.

The only indication that Romilda had heard the question was the smirk that grew on her face, it was then Ginny realised that she was no longer wearing her skirt and that her lacy red panties were on full display. She groaned in despair and humiliation.

“Those panties are pretty sexy as well, you were planning on someone seeing these weren’t you”?

“Why, going to take those as well are you”? She snarled.

“Nope, don’t need em, I got my own… now to get you tied up”.

Ginny’s head snapped up, “what do you mean tied up”?

“I mean this, Weasley”, Romilda said as she conjured magical ropes and directed them to bind Ginny’s ankles, thighs and calves together. Once Romilda was satisfied that her captive wouldn’t be running away, she crouched down next to Ginny and rolled her onto her stomach.

“Oof, ow, that hurt”.

Romilda shook her head, “what don’t you understand about numbing charm? You can’t move or feel pain”.

Ginny didn’t say anything, instead she just ‘hmphed’ and looked away.

To Romilda’s surprise Ginny kept quiet as she tied her wrists together behind her back and as she bound her arms to her torso by conjuring rope to wrap around them above and below her breasts and then around her stomach to keep her wrists trapped in place. Just to be extra sure, Romilda cast a fusion charm to meld the wrist rope and the rope around Ginny’s waist together in one continues loop.

“Why so quiet Weasley”? She asked as she began checking the knots to make sure that they were secure.

Ginny didn’t answer, she just kept staring at the wall in front of her.

‘Silent treatment, huh? Oh well, she won’t be silent for much longer, not when she finds out what if got in store for her’.

“There all done” Romilda said patting Ginny on the back, “that wasn’t so bad was it? Now that’s out of the way”, she rolled Ginny onto her back and moved her into a seating position, “I can remove the numbing charm”, ‘sentio’, (feel) she muttered, “there you go, you can move again… or not”.

As soon as the charm was released, Ginny immediately began pulling and thrashing at her bonds, “let me go, Romilda, a joke is a joke, but this isn’t funny”.

“Who said it was a joke? If I wanted to prank you, I could have done so many other things to you”.

Ginny glared at Romilda trying to hide her nervousness, “then why have done this to me”?

Romilda nodded sagely, “all in good time Weasley, all in good time, but first I have to put this on you”, Romilda said as she pulled a blindfold out of her bag and placed it over Ginny’s eyes, “don’t want you peeking now, do we’?

‘Peeking at what”? Ginny asked curiously despite her anger.

“You’ll see, or not”, Romilda said as removed her own school robes, shoes, socks, shirt and skirt, to reveal a black lace bra that was too big for her and a pair of black lace panties that barely stayed on. She had swiped these from Ginny’s trunk a few days ago. Not taking any chances she grabbed a small flask from her bag labelled ‘P’, unscrewing the lid, she downed the contents in one. One the mixture had taken effect, she grabbed Ginny’s uniform from on top of her bag and quickly put it on. Once she was prepared, she step forward and pulled the blindfold off of Ginny’s eyes.

“Well Weasley”, Romilda asked with a smile as she performed a small twirl, “what do you think”?

Ginny didn’t say anything, she just stared, and then she blinked, and blinked again.

‘3… 2… 1…’

“WHAT THE HELL? WHAT THE HELL? WHAT THE HELL?”

Ginny was staring at Romilda, but instead of looking at a black haired girl, she was staring at herself, same red hair, same freckles, same brown eyes, same nose and same smile.

‘Polyjuice Potion, Weasley, only this one doesn’t wear off after an hour, it only wears off with a special antidote, now you see why I needed your uniform, mine wouldn’t fit like this, too tight… although…’ she trailed off.

“Why are you doing this”, Ginny demanded to know.

“I would have thought that it would have been pretty obvious by now, Weasley, Romilda said, “you have something I want, and I’m going to take it from you”.

Ginny started at her in confusion for a few seconds before it dawned on her, “Harry, you’re after my boyfriend.”

Romilda chuckled, “of course, why should The Harry Potter date a poor filthy blood traitor like you, when there are beautiful rich respected pureblood women like me in the world”?

“You bitch, Harry doesn’t give a damn that I don’t have any money, he loves me for me and nothing will change that”.

“That’s what you think”, she muttered “now, in case you’re wondering how this is going to work, I’ll be generous and tell you”.

“Why”? Ginny asked suspiciously, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Romilda shrugged “It’s not you can tell anyone about it, and if you do, they’ll just assume it’s the rantings of a jealous ex, won’t they”?

Ginny grumbled, Romilda was right, “so what’s this master plan”?

“It’s simple really, I trap you in an abandoned classroom, take your uniform and tie you up, then with you out of the way, I’ll take your place, dump Harry, then take the antidote, change back into my uniform, find Harry, comfort him in his depression, and let him know how I’ll feel, he’ll say the same and then I talk him into dating me… and mission accomplished”.

“And how do you plan to talk Harry into dating you? Harry will never go out with you even if we do split up”, Ginny said confidently.

Romilda simply smiled and pulled a small tube out of her bag, “know what this is Weasley?”

“It’s Lipstick obviously”, she snorted.

Romilda smirked, “not just lipstick, lipstick covered with Diligo Callide Corruptio, the worlds most subtle love potion, not the strongest, but the most subtle. Once touch of this and you slowly fall under its powerful effects, of course and guess who I’m going to use it on”.

“You bitch, you’re going to use it on my boyfriend,” Ginny said in outrage.

“Yes I am and he won’t be your boyfriend, not for much longer though, will he? Romilda said with an evil smile.

“I hate you”, Ginny snarled as she tried to pull the bonds on her feet apart by using the strength in her legs.

“What are you doing”? Romilda asked, slightly amused at Ginny’s antics.

“Trying to get free of course, what else”.

“To be free, that’s what you want isn’t it”? Romilda asked putting on a sympathetic voice.

Ginny glared at her, “of course that’s what I want, now let me go”, she demanded.

“And you think that by moving your legs apart, the ropes will break, right?” Romilda continued like Ginny hadn’t said anything, “well I can see why you would think that would work”.

The redhead looked up at her captor suspiciously, “what do you mean”? She knew she wouldn’t like the answer, and she was right.

The smile grew on Romilda’s face, “because, that’s what you always do, spread your legs and you get what you want, but it looks like it won’t work this time, eh, Weasley”?

Ginny’s response was to let of a plethora of curses and threats, some of which caused Romilda to raise an eyebrow, they were pretty creative, especially the one that involved the rubber chicken and the chocolate frog, that sounded vicious.

As her captive began taking deep breaths, Romilda rolled her eyes. Once Ginny had recovered, Romilda put the next phase of her plan to work.

“Okay, now, I know I forgot something, something important, something vital”, she turned to Ginny, “any ideas Weasley”.

Ginny, who had being tugging at her tight wrist bonds in an attempt to loosen them stopped and looked up at Romilda with a glare that could kill Voldemort, “how about letting me go and turning yourself into Dumbledore”? She spat.

Romilda wasn’t fazed by the glare, she had always had girls glaring at her because of her incredible looks, instead she closed her eyes and tapped her chin thoughtfully, “hmmm, no, no that’s not it, oh, what could it be”? Her eyes suddenly opened in triumph, “I remember now, lucky for you, isn’t it Weasley”?

Ginny said nothing, she merely kept glaring, Romilda had known all along what it was, she just wanted to torment her.

The black haired turned red haired girl put a fake pout, oh, please don’t be angry Ginny, I’m just having a little fun, can’t I have some fun”? She said in a mock sad voice.

“Not when it includes, stunning me, taking my uniform and tying me up”.

“Oh and gagging you”, Romilda said as though reminding Ginny.

“Yes and gagging me as well… wait you haven’t gagged me”.

“Yet”, Romilda finished with a smirk as she reached into her bag a pulled out a full roll of duct tape, “you see Weasley, this is what I forgot earlier”.

Ginny looked at the object in her enemy’s hand with caution, “what is it’? She asked cautiously, in her current predicament, she couldn’t take anything for granted, especially when it came to Romilda and her obsession with Harry, she knew how obsessed the girl was with Harry, but she really didn’t think that Romilda would take it this far. She was nuts, kidnapping, taking her uniform, impersonating her, “Romilda, this is crazy, look let me go, I…I won’t tell anyone, I pro- hey what are you – mmmm mmmm mmmm”.

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Romilda paid no attention to Ginny pleas as she stuffed a cloth in between Ginny’s teeth before peeling back a strip of duct tape from a full roll from her bag and placing it over Ginny’s mouth. After taking a second to enjoy the sound of Ginny’s muffled cries, she grabbed the red heads chin firmly, “listen Weasley, you’re going to keep still while I wrap this round, if you don’t, I’ll peel it off and start all over again, understand”?

Ginny mmmphed a few times behind her gag, Romilda taking that as a yes, not that she cared either way, moved the tape along Ginny’s cheek, taking out her wand she muttered a quick charm that caused Ginny’s hair to float up as though defying gravity. She then proceeded to wrap the tape around Ginny’s head five times, before cancelling the minor gravity charm and tapping the tape causing it to fuse to together into one thick loop.

She grinned down at Ginny, “I borrowed this from Colin Creevey, its called duct tape, perfect for holding things together… and shutting up little loudmouths like you”.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm”.

“See, even gagged, you don’t shut up, you are a loudmouth”, Romilda stated as though it was a fact.

“Mmm mmm, mmm”.

“I’d say shut up, but there’s no point, is there”?

“mmm, mmm, mmm”

“See”.

Romilda sighed and took a few steps backwards to admire her work, she had to admit, she’d had done a good job. The ropes were neatly wrapped around the young redhead, they were tied in a way that made the bonds very tight but caused no discomfort. She nodded in satisfaction, Ginny Weasley was defiantly not getting free. The job was done, ‘now, just one thing left’.

Breaking out of her thoughts, she noticed that Ginny was starting to blush slightly, ‘have I been staring at her that long’?

Suddenly a cruel smirk formed on her face, one which made Ginny tense out of fear. Romilda walked towards her making sure to swing her hips seductively. As she got closer to her captive, Ginny started to shuffle backwards, until she hit the wall, whimpering into her gag as she realised that there was nowhere for go, she was trapped. To her horror, Romilda didn’t stop until she was right in front if her, once she was, she crouched down and her hands cupped Ginny’s cheeks.

“I don’t know why you’re so scared, Weasley”, Romilda said in a husky voice, “I saw you blushing when I looked at you, I didn’t know you swung that way, that’s interesting, very interesting”.

Ginny screamed into her gag in an attempt to deny the accusation, “MMMPPPHHH!!! MMMPPPHHH!!! MMMPPPHHH!!!

Suddenly Romilda started to move her face closer and closer to Ginny’s, and then, right before Romilda's lips touched the tape where Ginny’s would be –

SLAP!!!

The unexpected contact sent Ginny sprawling to the floor.

“Sorry Weasley”, she said in a non apologetic voice as she stood up, “you might swing that way, but I don’t”.

“Mmm mmm mmm mmm” Ginny mumbled into her gag as she awkwardly pushed herself back into a seating position.

Romilda, who had been rummaging in her bag for something looked over at Ginny with a raised eyebrow, “something tells me, it’s a good thing I added that gag, you’ve got such a foul mouth”.

Ginny glared at her, “mmm”.

Romilda rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her bag, “oh, where the hell is it, I know I put it in here… no that’s not it… nor that… oh so that’s where that went… hang on, this isn’t mine… eugh, I don’t even want to know what that is… oh wait a minute, here it is”, she said proudly as she held up an object which the very sight of brought unparallel fear to Ginny. At the sight of it she began trashing and screaming into her gag in a desperate attempt to call for help.

And what was the object that bought such terror to Ginny?

“That’s right Weasley”, Romilda cackled as she stood up and faced her rival, “I brought a camera”.

Backing away from Ginny, Romilda held the camera up to her eye level, “smile, Ginny, smile for the camera. You can look away if you want”, she added as an afterthought.

Ginny didn’t look away, instead she stared at Romilda with defiance in her eyes, daring her to take the pictures.

Romilda immediately began snapping away, making sure to get pictures from lots of different angles. “

You look great, Ginny you should do this more often”.

“Mmmpphh”!!!

“Great”, she said taking a few quick shots, “love that anger, love that rage, that Weasley defiance”.

After a few more minutes, she stood up, “all done Weasley, thank you for being so cooperative and looking at the camera”, she smirked.

Ginny’s eyes narrowed in anger, Romilda had tricked her into looking at the camera, damn her Weasley defiance. Romilda ignored her as she placed her camera back in her bag, she was finished. She let out a sigh of relief, her plan to get Ginny out of the way had worked.

Hoisting her bag over her shoulder as she stood up and stretched, before walking over to the door and pulled it open. She was just about to leave when Ginny started to protest.

“Hmmm, mmm mmm mmm mmmppphhh”!!!

Romilda let out a small chuckle, “I told you, I’m going on a date with Harry Potter, I’m not staying here”.

Looking back at the bound redhead, Romilda decided to leave with a parting shot, “Bye Weasley, I’ll be back later, maybe I’ll release you, maybe I won’t, it all depends on what my new boyfriend thinks”.

Ginny’s eyes widened in horror, she was going to bring a drugged Harry to see her like this. She began to wiggle in her bonds in an attempt to escape, “MMMPH, MMMPH, MMMPH.”

“Wow, Weasley, you look so cute like that, I’m so glad I took those pictures, maybe I should sell them. You know, Weasley, a hottie like you could make me a lot of money with pictures like these, perhaps I should take some more”.

Ginny stopped wiggling and began blushing through her horror, Romilda wasn’t serious, she wouldn’t really sell those pictures… would she?

Romilda burst out laughing, “Oh, the look on your face was priceless, don’t worry Weasley, I won’t sell these”, behind her gag, Ginny let out a sigh of relief, “yet”.

“Mmmm mmmm mmmm.”

Romilda brought her hand up and cupped her ear, “sorry Weasley, what was that? I couldn’t understand you, your voice sounded kind of muffled, you seem to have something in your mouth. Anyway, I have a date with Harry Potter to get too”, she said as she opened the door. Before leaving, she turned to face the bound redhead, “oh, before I forget, I just thought you would like to know, before I sell these pictures, I’m going to use them for something else, blackmail, I already have a plan for what I want you to do for me. The other question I have is Ginny, who should I sell these pictures to, the Hogwarts students? The Daily Prophet?, maybe Playwizard or maybe even Playwitch, I’m sure that they would love these pictures.”

“MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH”!!!

“Sorry, Weasley, I really can’t understand you, anyway, if I stay here any longer, I’m going to be late”, she giggled, “wish me luck, and don’t worry, I’ll be back later. Oh, and before I forget, one last thing”, and before Ginny could respond Romilda had slipped the blindfold back over her eyes.

“mmmm mmmm”.

“Okay, bye Weasley, have fun, I know I will”.

Ginny could only listen helplessly as Romilda left, the door closing behind her, her hopes of escape fading fast, they dropped even more when she heard the tell tale click of the door being locked. She hung her head sadly before lifting it up, her eyes full of determination, she could get out of this, she was Ginny Weasley, she could stand up to her mother without fear, she had faced Death Eaters, a couple of ropes would be nothing to her. Giving the ropes a few experimental tugs, Ginny had to admit, they were pretty tight, but she had no choice, she had to get out, she couldn’t let Romilda take her boyfriend, she couldn’t. Feeling the ropes, she tried to see if there was a weak spot anywhere, she grunted into her gag, there weren’t any loose spots. With the blindfold on, she couldn’t see anything, calming down slightly, she began to focus on the layout of the room from memory for anything she could use to escape. After a few seconds she whimpered in despair, from memory, the entire room was bare, there was nothing, no tables, no chairs, nothing sharp to cut her bonds with. She was trapped. Out of despair, she screamed into her gag, "HMMMMNPH!!! HMMMMNPH!!! HMMMMNPH”!!!

“Mmmn, mmmn mmmn” she mumbled in frustration as she remembered that there was a silencing charm on the room. She suddenly froze as a horrid thought entered her mind, even if there wasn’t a charm on the room, she couldn’t shout out, she couldn’t let anyone find her like this, she would never live it down. Her already pale skin turned even paler at the though of what would happen if someone like Malfoy found her. No, she couldn’t risk it, she had to get out on her own. But what if she did, Romilda had taken her clothes and her wand and magically locked the door, she had even taken the uniform that she had removed from herself, how could she get out, she shook her head, no, she couldn’t think like that, she had to escape.

After a few minutes of valiant struggling and twisting, she gave up, “mmm”, she whimpered sadly, it was useless, she was trapped, she had lost her pride, her dignity, and soon she would lose her reputation, her boyfriend and probably all her friends as well if Romilda had her way.

What Ginny didn’t know was that things were going to get a lot more problematic for her once she was released.