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As Daphne Greengrass’s slender fingers strained to reach the knot just a few millimeters out of her grasp, she couldn’t help wondering why she’d ever thought her showing up to Hermione’s little girls-only reunion party could end in anything but a disaster.
For that matter, she wasn’t entirely sure why she’d been invited in the first place. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d so much as spoken with the girl - or with any of the other girls who had been invited, for that matter. Due to their unfortunate (albeit not entirely unearned) reputation, Slytherin didn’t exactly get along well with the other houses of Hogwarts.
If Daphne were a less cynical person, she might have believed it was Hermione’s way of quietly acknowledging her assistance during the Battle of Hogwarts. Personally, she suspected it was a calculated political move, something the new regime could tout as an example of inter-house unity against the threat of Dark wizards.
She’d been sorely tempted to ask where this “not all Slytherins are evil, traitorous monsters” sentiment was when her entire house was marched into the dungeon at wandpoint. If she hadn’t snuck out to join the fight and hexed a Death Eater who had Hannah Abbott dead to rights, she had no doubt everyone else in the dining room would have gone on assuming she was just another Pureblood supremacist.
But nevertheless, in the interest of politeness (and more importantly, building connections with the newly-elected Minister and her inner circle), Daphne had held her tongue and attended the dinner party.
To her surprise, the event had been surprisingly enjoyable at first. Hannah and her long-time friend Susan Bones had worked together to prepare dinner for the party, and it seemed the old stereotype of Hufflepuffs being naturally good cooks held true in this instance. She’d enjoyed an… entertaining, if not entirely coherent conversation with Luna Lovegood, who had recently been appearing in more reputable newspapers than usual after discovering a flock of heliopaths during an expedition to Egypt.
And while she’d forever deny it to anyone who asked, she had almost snorted butterbeer out of her nose when Ginny Weasley had done an impression of a Pureblood snob who’d tried to pick a fight with her in the middle of Diagon Alley after she accidentally opened a door in his face. Really, what kind of backwards, inbred twit actually went around calling themselves the Head of the Most Noble and Ancient House of so-and-so in this day and age?
Unfortunately, thanks to that stupid gemstone Cho Chang had brought with her, the rest of the night hadn’t gone quite so well.
Daphne had been as surprised as anyone to learn the weepy Ravenclaw girl had started a business of her own after she graduated from Hogwarts. Apparently, the untimely death of her one-time boyfriend had motivated her to enter the security industry, developing and selling enchanted items that could be used to identify and non-lethally incapacitate intruders.
To show off to her old classmates, she’d brought along the latest invention she’d been working on: a rectangular blue gemstone the size of a jewelry box, designed to trap any unauthorized individuals who entered its range. If anyone who wasn’t on a pre-programmed whitelist came within a certain distance of the gem, it would disarm them and release a set of magically-animated restraints to tie them up.
In hindsight, her biggest mistake was showing off a highly-advanced piece of experimental Charms work in a room full of nerds. Hermione, Luna, and Susan had all crowded around the gem to examine the spellwork for themselves - and in the process of prodding at it all at once, they’d not only managed to activate it, but to wipe the whitelist clean.
And since the gem was designed to restrain anyone not on the whitelist… well, things had gotten a bit hectic. The gem had smoked and sparked a bit, a bright red pulse of magic had scattered everyone’s wands to the far corners of the dining hall, and then a geyser of white cotton ropes had sprayed out of the top, ensnaring all seven girls in a matter of seconds.
“Thff hf hll yhrr fhllt, Hrrmhnhh!” Ginny yelled into the thickly-knotted red cloth tied between her lips. The red-headed Seeker’s arms had been bound behind her back in a boxtie, and her knees and ankles had been tightly wrapped with two coils of rope. A few additional ropes around her chest and thighs forced her to keep her knees pressed up against her ample bust, and a short length of rope connected her ankles to her folded arms, keeping her bundled up in a compact balltie.
Such a position would have already been embarrassing enough on its own, but in her struggles to reach her wand, Ginny’s skirt had ridden up on her. In her current position, that meant everyone else in the room had an excellent view of her pastel orange panties.
“Mh fhllt? Yhr’rr thh wmm whm bmmmpd mntm mm!” Hermione defended herself, swinging back and forth from the ceiling as she wrestled with her bonds.
Daphne could only assume that the gem had taken whatever Hermione had done to it as a personal offense, as she had been tied in arguably the most restrictive position out of any of the girls. Her wrists were pulled up between her shoulder blades in a reverse prayer tie, made all the more restrictive by an intricate rope harness that tightly squeezed the bases of her breasts through her robe. Her legs were folded in a strict frogtie, and two gold-colored cloths were tied over her mouth and nose, preventing her from spitting out the bulging wad of cloth that had been packed into her cheeks.
More importantly, she had been suspended face-down from the ceiling, leaving her to hang helplessly above her classmates and ensuring they saw just as much of her silky white panties as they did of Ginny’s.
“C’mnn, gmms, thmmf - MMM! - thmmf mfn’n hllpmmg!” Cho pled through the blue and white necktie that had been used to gag her. “Wm nmmd tm - MMGH! - tm wrrk tgmmffrr mnd - MMM! KNMMK MT MMF MLLRDMM, LMMNM!”
In at least one sense, Cho had lucked out compared to everyone else: she’d been bound in a relatively simple chair tie. Her wrists were crossed behind the chair’s back and tied together, and additional ropes wrapped above and below her breasts kept her securely bound in place. Unfortunately, instead of tying her legs together, the gem had bound each leg individually to the front legs of the chair, forcing her to keep her legs spread slightly open.
And even more unfortunately for her, Luna had decided to take advantage of that opening for a little fun. The quirky blonde was just as helplessly trussed up as the others - her wrists and elbows were tied behind her back, her legs had been folded together and bound in a kneeling position, and a blue rubber ball gag was buckled between her lips. However, at some point she’d managed to scoot over in front of Cho, and was currently driving her fellow Ravenclaw wild by happily nuzzling her gagged lips against Cho’s panty-covered crotch.
Still, Daphne couldn’t judge her too much - mainly because Luna wasn’t the only girl who was clearly enjoying herself with their shared predicament.
Unlike the other girls, Susan and Hannah had been bound together face to face, their arms boxtied behind their backs and their torsos and legs pressed tightly together by coil after coil of rope. Instead of a traditional gag, several yards of bright yellow tape had been wound around their heads at mouth level, forcing them to keep their lips pressed together in a mutual kiss. Going by the constant moaning and grinding coming from their direction, neither of them were particularly upset by the mishap with the gem.
“Well, I guess that’s another Hufflepuff stereotype proven true,” Daphne snorted as she continued struggling with her own bonds. Her wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees were all tied together with - you guessed it - the same inexhaustible supply of magical rope that damned gem seemed capable of producing on command. And she knew for a fact it had to be magical - she was certain the knots in her wrists and ankle ropes were moving just slightly every time she tried to reach for them with her fingers.
In addition to the ropes pinning her limbs together, an exceedingly short length of rope ran from her wrists to her ankles, forming a strict hogtie that forced her to keep her back arched. And while her gag wasn’t quite as heavy as Hermione’s, it was still pretty damn close. A massive wad of cloth filled her mouth, tied in place by a forest green cloth that had been wrapped over her lips several times before being knotted behind her head.
Maybe it was just her suspicious nature coming to the forefront again, but Daphne couldn’t help wondering whether Cho had originally designed this for purposes a lot less innocent than security. Most of these positions seemed like they had less to do with efficiently restraining trespassers and more to do with… well, the kind of things Daphne normally only saw in the secret stash of magazines she kept under her bed. And the way their gags all matched the colors of their houses seemed a little too on-the-nose to be coincidental.
But determining whether Cho was a closeted pervert or not could wait. Grumbling into the mass of spit-soaked packing between her lips, Daphne continued to slowly shift herself back and forth, gradually inching toward the corner of the room where her wand had landed. Hopefully, she’d be able to get her hands on it, scoot back over to the gem at the center of the room, and deactivate it before anyone came looking for them.
After all, with the gem still set to bind and gag anyone who entered the room, she had a feeling things would spiral out of control fast if people started showing up to rescue them...
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