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1 January 2021 CelebVerse Hermione vs Ginny

Page history last edited by caspian2 3 years ago

 

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on Jan 1, 2020 at 7:29am

 

Wizarding Wars #1: Hermione vs Ginny (Author: CelebRP)

 

Disclaimer: Obviously these characters are not mine, all rights belong to JK Rowling. These stories will take place approximately 3 years after the end of the books, so ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE 18 OR OVER
Things were tense at the Weasley homestead. Molly ran around the past few weeks preparing for the massive party set to be held at the Burrow. Similar to Bill and Fleur’s wedding almost three years prior, the Weasleys had to resort to setting up tents around the outside of their home. Giant white sloping tents were raised in the morning, set up by Arthur, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and George. By the time night fell over the Burrow they were filled with guests from all over the world. From the outside of the tents though, nothing could be heard due to Arthur’s Quieting Charm.

Molly had agreed to host the 3rd annual celebration of the end of second Wizarding War. Wizards, witches, goblins, house elves, and even some of the centaurs gathered into the tents. Statues of the Hogwarts House mascots stood in the middle of each tent. Out of their mouths poured various concoctions that the guests scooped into their own cups. Frothy Butterbeer came from the yellow and black striped badger. A sweet mead came from the mouth of a giant blue raven. A thick chocolate liquor streamed down from the mouth of the silver and green snake. And finally Molly Weasley’s own elderflower wine escaped from the roaring mouth of a golden lion.

The party raged on for several hours into the night. Eventually the crowd started to dissipate, making their way from the outskirts of the Weasley household and to the perimeter of their property. Then with a *snap* their bodies aspirated away. At the end of the night only the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione remained. Ginny and Harry had been separated all night. He kept being pulled away by awe-struck guests, demanding to hear the exploits of his duel against the now destroyed Lord Voldemort. Ginny on the other hand, sourly nursed some wine, pining for more time with Harry that never came. By the end of the party Harry was exhausted and definitely drunk.

“Go to bed,” said Ginny. “It’s fine. Besides, I promised mum I’d help tidy up.”

She turned to Ron, who was in slightly better shape than Harry.

“Make sure he gets up the steps okay,” she told him.

“Hey,” snapped Ron. “You aren’t in charge of me.”

He was leaning on Hermione’s shoulders for support. He and Hermione had been dancing all night. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Though, hardly anyone could blame him. Hermione had pulled out all of the stops for tonight. A classy, but generous red dress that showed off her curves perfectly. With properly primed eyebrows, a waviness to her normally bushy brown hair, and a smile that lit up the room Hermione had become a magnet for attention. Add in the fact that she was intelligent enough to keep up with anyone in conversation, and it was no doubt that Hermione had been glowing all night.

Meanwhile, the normally social Ginny had a frown on her face.

“That’s clear,” she replied as she shot daggers with her eyes at Hermione.

Hermione took note and patted Ron on the back.

“Don’t worry, why don’t you help Harry?” said Hermione. “Besides, I promised your mum I’d help clean up after the party.”

The boys went into the house while the girls stayed outside. Molly and Fleur, Bill’s wife, entered into the first tent and began to clean it. Ginny and Hermione had been saddled with the second tent. They worked their way through opposite ends of the tent, flicking their wands to make rubbish scuttle through the air and into the proper bins.

“Okay, and now let’s do the tables,” said Hermione.

Ginny rolled her eyes. She had always put up with Hermione’s bossiness in the past, but for whatever reason she had really been grating on her the past few weeks. Molly popped her head in the tent to inform the girls that they had already wrapped up cleaning the first tent.

“We’re off to bed, make sure you two fold the tent up right,” said Molly.

“We will Mrs. Weasley,” said Hermione with a beaming smile.

Molly smiled back and nodded before disappearing behind the white cloth.

“We will Mrs. Weasley,” whispered Ginny under her breath in a mocking tone.

Hermione’s head snapped up. She looked Ginny up and down. In her white dress with a black lace layer overtop, Ginny continued to work her way through the tent as if nothing had happened. Hermione frowned.

“What was that?” she asked.

“What was what?” said Ginny, trying to hold back a smirk.

“It sounded like you were mocking me!” Hermione said. She put her fists on her hips. “I know you’re in a bad mood because you were sulking away in the corner all night, but don’t take it out on me.”

Ginny furrowed her brow.

“Oh I don’t?” Ginny snapped back. She was standing up straight now and facing Hermione. She was slowly moving her hand toward her wand. “You’ve been acting all haughty ever since you started staying here. Comments about what I should do next. Sucking up to my mum. Constantly snogging Ron. I can hear you through the walls you know.”

Hermione turned scarlet.

“And what’s worse is you act like you’re so entitled to give me advice on everything,” Ginny continued. “Keep sticking your nose in my relationship with Harry and you’ll see where it gets you!”

“I’m not sticking my nose in!” said Hermione. “I just know he’s been through a lot… I mean he, Ron, and I had that time out in the forest. It took a toll on all of us, something that you won’t understand.”

“I don’t understand???” Ginny roared. She lifted her wand. “Stupify!”

A bright light with a blueish tint whirled through the air and barely missed Hermione’s head. Hermione pointed her wand at Ginny and silently casted a spell Ginny hadn’t seen before. Luckily, Ginny was able to raise her wand just in time and deflect the curse off of the stone badger, leaving a crater where its right eye used to be.

Ginny whipped her wand forward at Hermione.

“Expelliarmus!!!” they both shouted in unison. Their wands flew backwards out their hands. Each one fell out of sight through the white fabric of the tent. The two girls looked back up at each other in shock. Neither of them quite knew what to do. There was a deafening silence. Each girl seething with anger as anticipation settled between them. Whoever moved first would determine what would happen next. Ginny thought for a second to turn to try to find her wand. She suspected Hermione had the same thought. Instead, Ginny moved towards Hermione. She wasn’t even thinking. She just wanted to get to the brunette witch.

As soon as Ginny started towards Hermione, the slightly older witch did the same. She had grown up with muggle parents, but never actually had been in a muggle fight before. The only time she had ever struck anyone was when she hit Draco Malfoy during her third year at Hogwarts, and he wasn’t expecting it. Ginny was fully expecting Hermione to hit her. The other issue was that Ginny was top to bottom a tomboy. After growing up in a house with six brothers and becoming a Quidditch star at Hogwarts, Ginny’s body was clearly athletically impressive. She was a real rough and tumble type. Hermione knew she would definitely have to bring everything she had in order to beat the red-haired beauty.

The two witches collided in the middle of the tent. In front of the Golden lion head, Hermione and Ginny each banged their bodies against each other. Hermione’s hands ran up into Ginny’s fiery red hair, tightly grabbing the locks as close to the roots as she could get, and tugging on them in a downward motion. Ginny on the other hand went for a more powerful approach. She wrapped her arms around Hermione’s entire body. Her wrists dug into Hermione’s back, forcing the brunette witch’s spine to bend backwards. She worked the pointy edges of her elbows down into Hermione’s ribs. The older witch squealed in pain when suddenly she felt her feet slipping out of her heels. Ginny had cleanly lifted Hermione off of the ground and let her momentum carry the two of them towards a table. Driving the small of Hermione’s back for the edge of the table, Ginny sandwiched her rival, further bending her backwards.

Hermione howled in pain. Her hands slipped from Ginny’s hair and instead clasped Ginny’s pale, freckled shoulders. She strained against the red-haired bruiser, trying desperately to slip out of the skintight grasp. Ginny gnarled her teeth in Hermione’s face. Completely focused, she figured she could just wear the smaller witch down, but to her surprise Hermione started to slip from her arms. Little by little, the pretty brunette witch was able to get her butt onto the table. Now with Ginny leaning over her, Hermione was able to lift her legs up and lock them around Ginny’s midsection. She squeezed as hard as she could, trying to make the youngest Weasley let go. But Ginny would not. Instead she leaned back and then forward in a sling-shot esque maneuver.

This caused Hermione to be slammed down onto the top of the table, which collapsed underneath the bodyweight of both of them. Hermione’s face contorted in pain. Her arms and legs flopped from Ginny, falling onto the table cloth of the ruined wooden board. The red-head smirked as she saw her brunette rival look helpless.

“Come on Little Miss Know-It-All,” said Ginny. “Didn’t know KNOW you’d get your ass kicked?”

Ginny started to stand, taking a fistful of Hermione’s brown locks as she tugged her to her feet. Hermione was clearly stunned, offering no resistance. Ginny brought Hermione into the middle of the tent and leaned her up against the statue of the golden Gryffindor lion.

With a fistful of hair in one hand, Ginny straightened Hermione up before sending a crushing fist deep into her red-dress clad stomach. She felt the hot air escape from Hermione’s pale pink lips as it ran down Ginny’s neck. It made the pale woman’s nipples stiffen quite a bit to see Hermione in such a bad state. She was always insanely competitive, even wanting to get into professional quidditch someday. But she was content with watching Hermione’s eyes shutter in pain. Her eyebrows creased upwards and inward. Ginny brightly smiled. Then she sent another fist into the struggling witch’s stomach. This time less air escaped. Then another punch. Even less air escaped. But that punch made Hermione fold over. Ginny released her hair and the brunette witch dropped to her knees. Ginny put her heel to Hermione’s shoulder and jutted it forward, making her fall down to the ground.

Ginny circled Hermione’s exacerbated body.

“The brightest and best witch of her age,” said Ginny doing her best highly-shrilled impression of Professor McGonagall. “I expected more from you! I mean, you’re an okay duelist but I thought with how much the Hogwarts professors gushed over you that you’d at least be a little resourceful. But it looks like if you don’t have your nose in a textbook you’re pretty much useless!”

Ginny, who still had on her heels, dug the bottom of her stiletto into Hermione’s back. Hermione’s face popped from the ground as her hands and feet involuntarily outstretched from the pain being shot through her body. Hermione dropped back down flat on her stomach. She fought back tears as she tried to think of anything she could possibly do. But before she could come up with a plan she felt Ginny’s hands grasp her wrists.

Pulling up Hermione’s hands, Ginny stepped her second foot up onto Hermione’s back. Screams bellowed from the pretty witch’s mouth. Guttural screams that would have awakened every single member of the Weasley family and Harry had Arthur Weasley’s Quieting Charm not muffled all noise from inside the tent. The screams echoed in Ginny’s ears and all it did was make her smile even more. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. The confident, uppity Hermione Granger, who just recently attained a position with the Ministry of Magic, one of the key leaders of the battle of Hogwarts, destroyer of a Horcrux, was helpless in Ginny’s grasp. Tears dripped down into the grass. But that didn’t stop Ginny from pulling Hermione’s arms even more. The brunette’s cleavage lifted off of the lawn as her mouth remained agape.

Ginny kept Hermione in this position for at least a full minute before finally letting her arms fall down. Hermione’s rosy cheek nestled down into the soil.

“Ginny…” she pathetically moaned.

“Oh shut up,” Ginny said.

She took hold of the back of Hermione’s dress, pulling her up to her knees to straighten her up. Ginny shot a knee square into her cleavage, causing the once proud witch to fall onto her back. The red-haired beauty didn’t hesitate. She slipped onto Hermione, straddling her hips. She ran her hands from the base of Hermione’s armpits, up her pale biceps, past her elbows onto her forearms, until finally clenching her fingers around the brunette’s wrists. Ginny drove Hermione’s hands deep into the grass. Hermione offered no resistance, only soft moans.

“Pathetic,” said Ginny. “Come on Hermione, let’s put you out for good.”

The red-head pulled her right hand from Hermione’s wrist and lifted it behind her fiery hair. Clenching a fist, she was prepared to throttle Hermione’s jaw in a definitive knock-out blow. But, before she could swing forward, she felt Hermione’s bony kneecaps crash into her back. This sent Ginny forward only a few inches, but her hands slipped from around Hermione’s wrists. Suddenly, the pinned witch shot her hands up to Ginny’s hair and whipped her head down onto the ground.

Ginny’s body followed her head, crashing down shoulder-first. Before she knew it she felt Hermione clamoring on top of her. Hands deep into Ginny’s hair, Hermione lifted up the ginger’s head and banged it down into the soil. Ginny wailed. Hermione continued.

She entangled her right hand from the red forest that was Ginny’s head and sent a vicious slap across her freckled face. Hermione shot the back of her hand the opposite way, this time back-handing Ginny with another echoing slap.

“Come on Ginny!!!” Hermione screamed. “Oh Ginny she’s so pretty! Oh Ginny she’s so funny! Oh Ginny she’s down to earth! Oh Ginny what a great fighter!!! Well you don’t look so great now do you???”

Hermione had officially snapped. She had lost control before, but never like this. A million ideas ran through her head on how to hurt Ginny, because that’s all that mattered at this point. She had to destroy Ginny. It didn’t matter how. It didn’t matter how long it took. She had to ruin this ungrateful b*tch. It didn’t matter that Hermione was in love with her brother or that Ginny was in love with Harry. All that mattered in this moment was beating Ginny in any way possible.

Hermione’s slaps continued to rain down onto Ginny’s pretty face, slowly scratching and chipping away at her pretty features. Her cheeks turned a bright red, matching the color of her hair. Hermione’s nails would sometimes scrape into her flesh, causing deep red scratches across the concaves of her face. The slaps weren’t all that powerful, but they kept coming with such speed that Ginny wasn’t able to defend them for a while. Eventually though she wrapped her arms around her head and thrusted her hips up, bucking the brunette off of her.

Hermione rolled away a few feet from Ginny. She put her hand on the base of the snake statue to help her to her feet. She loosened her right shoulder a bit while she looked down at the stunned Weasley girl.

“Come on Ginny,” she said. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Ginny pounded the ground before spinning onto her stomach. She swiftly lifted herself onto her feet and raised her hands. With her fists clenched she roared and sprinted towards Hermione. Ginny’s first punch hit nothing but air, shooting right past Hermione’s nose as she smoothly swept to the side. Hermione saw an opening and lifted her foot up into Ginny’s gut.

Once again, the blow wasn’t a heavy one. Ginny could tell Hermione clearly lacked the strength to do any sort of significant damage. But, she was seeing red. She kept chasing the smaller witch, trying to land a singular massive punch. A hook here that missed. A kick there that missed. Whiff after whiff, Ginny began to fill with rage. All the while Hermione would tack on a kick here, a jab there, a slap to the back of the head, a knee to the thigh. They were glancing blows that weren’t doing a lot of damage on their own, but had started to build up. What was worse was that Ginny had begun to punch herself out. Her arms and legs began to feel heavy, and her shots at Hermione started to lag behind. Now Hermione was able to get in two quick blows before Ginny could attempt another. The red-head’s arms felt like they were trying to punch through water, while Hermione’s nails began to tear Ginny’s dress apart.

The fabric of Ginny’s dress was in tatters, completely ripped apart. Small claw-sized windows exposed Ginny’s pale moon-light white skin to the open air. The youngest Weasley stood in the middle of the tent completely drained of energy. Red marks sporadically covered her face and body. Her feet felt like they were sunken into pudding.

“What did you do…?” whined Ginny. “Did you somehow curse me?”

“This is what happens when you grow up with magic,” said Hermione, now circling the exposed ginger. “You don’t know the limits of your body. But what’s worse is you grew up with six brothers. You know how to throw a punch and you know how to take one. But you don’t know how to fight like a girl.”

And it was completely true. Ginny’s dress had been torn apart by Hermione’s deadly claws. Meanwhile Hermione’s brilliant red dressed was completely intact. Other than a few bruises that had undoubtedly formed on her abdomen, Hermione still looked great. Her make-up wasn’t smeared. Her hair was still sleek and shiny. All of the stands of hair that were scattered on the inside of the tent were red.

Hermione got close to Ginny, who threw one last desperate haymaker that the older witch effortlessly dodged. Hermione swooped under Ginny’s fist and then followed her body forward, slamming her chest into Ginny’s while simultaneously wrapping her arms around her frame. Normally there was no chance Hermione could knock Ginny off of her feet, but she was too weakened to continue to stand. Ginny flopped down onto her ass.

The muggle-born witch scrambled on top of the bigger girl, hands shooting into the scarlet hair again. Hermione worked Ginny over onto her stomach. Her tired arms lay flat and useless in the lawn. Hermione lifted Ginny’s head off of the grass with her left hand and leaned her lips down toward Ginny’s ear.

“And now let me show you how to really fight like a girl.”

Hermione’s free hand slipped down into one of the holes she created in Ginny’s dress. After a few moments of searching, she finally found it: a small, still slightly elongated nipple. Bingo. Hermione’s nails went to work. Pinching the tip of Ginny’s nipple between her thumb and index finger, Hermione’s claws sunk into the pale witch’s areola. Ginny had never felt pain like this. It never even occurred to her to attack Hermione’s nipples. She never thought her nails could be useful weapons. She had become so enraptured in her identity as a tomboy that she thought she could just outmuscle and overmatch the brightest witch of her age. She was wrong. Hermione had proved it, by biding her time and employing the quick catty strikes. She drained the fight out of Ginny and now was reaping the benefits of it.

The howls of pain that escaped Ginny’s mouth were similar to the ones that had escaped Hermione’s earlier in the night, only this time Ginny knew there would be no comeback. The more and more Hermione worked her nipple, the more and more she wailed. Tears now fell from her chin and into the dirt and grass. She kept waiting for the point where the pain would stop getting worse, but it never came. Hermione had now worked both hands into Ginny’s dress as she completely tore her chest to shreds.

Ginny had had enough.

“HERMIONE PLEASE!!!” she bellowed. “PLEASE STOP! YOU WIN!!! YOU WIN OKAY???”

Hermione twisted Ginny’s nipples one more time each. She leaned down into the beaten witch’s ear.

“You’re damn right I win,” she said. “Now, clean up this mess. I’m going to bed.”

With a dismissive shove, Hermione rose off of the sobbing Weasley. Ginny didn’t know what time it was. She didn’t know how long she laid there crying helplessly into her folded arms. All she knew was that she deeply underestimated Hermione Granger and she would never do that again.

 

 

 

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