So I got asked to do a boxing Hogwarts story with Fleur, Gabrielle, Hermione and Ginny, which is wht everybody wants, Ginny v Hermione, but also the hardest to write 'cos they're freinds. Anyway got some inspiration from Cujo (Stephen King) and the story fell into place. Anyway hope you enjoy.
"Aw c'mon".
"No!".
"I've invited Fleur and her sister Gabrielle, y'know, Phlegm and Cupcake, to be our dance partners, it'll be fun". Hermoine Weasley pleaded.
"I'm a married woman with a baby. I'm too old for Foxy Boxing". Ginny Potter protested.
"Ginny you're twenty-three, not fifty-three..”.
"...And it's NOT Foxy Boxing. It's a series of demonstration bouts. I've picked out an outfit, you'll rock it".
"No!".
"It's a charity fundraiser for the local muggle village. Yeah sure, we coulda just magicked up the money, but this is a get-to-know-you for the village, good PR. I've been planning this for weeks, it'll
be a carnival, it’s gonna be a blast!".
"Still no".
"I'm not gonna give up. I'm not gonna take 'no' for an answer".
And indeed, she didn’t.
This had better be good, Ginny thought as she put her mouthpiece in. Hermione had shown her the outfit, a red sports bra and gold shorts in the colours of Gryffindor. And oh yeah, she had to admit as she admired herself in the mirror, she rocked it, she was definitely M.I.L.F. material, Hermione wore a gold top and red shorts, another M.I.L.F. It was good to rock out and have fun, no kids, or responsibilities, just a couple of hot chicks.
They walked out together, climbing into the ring set up in the courtyard's centre. It was full of partying people. The atmosphere was infectious. Everyone was dressed in party clothes; you couldn’t tell a Muggle from a Wizard. As Hermione had suggested, wands were filed away, stored in an annex next to Hogwarts. Ron and Harry were wearing matching Hawaiian shirts, Luna in a white 1920s flapper girl outfit. Fleur and Gabrielle were already there, stretching and generally playing up to the audience and enjoying the attention.
Ginny and Hermione went over to say hello.
“Thanks for agreeing to take part…”
"You like the outfits I designed?" inquired Hermione.
"Oui c'est bon!..."
"...We'll help you put on a good show. We have even worked out, is that the correct...phrasal verb? I am just learning these".
Ginny smiled, "Wee, say tray bon!". Wondering what on earth a ‘phrasal verb’ was.
Fleur winced slightly at the GBH inflicted on her beloved language but appreciated the effort.
“Bonne chance, mon amie”. Fleur said as she shook Ginny's hand.
“Bon chance!” said Ginny.
As they walked away, Hermione nudged Ginny.
“You got this. You’re a professional athlete, you’ll take Cupcake no problem”.
The wizards were looking forward to four pretty young women in sports bras and shorts beating each other up and many of the witches were excited too. Out in the audience Ron turned to Harry.
"Hermione's been looking forward to this for ages she even designed the costumes".
"Even the Beauxbatons ones?"
"Yeah, she did a great job!"
"Hi, I'm Delphini Diggory…”
The blonde-haired girl held out her hand. She was dressed as the Wicked Witch of the East—in a black slinky costume. Slit at the front down to the navel, black mini skirt with fishnets, topped with
a pointy black witch's hat.
"...Cederic's niece".
She looked at Harry.
"So, you're 'the boy who lived' " She mimed air quotes.
"Obviously" Harry smiled. He was getting used to this, the fame; she probably wanted an autograph or a selfie. Instead, Delphini abruptly turned around.
"Well, I've got to go now, things to do...spells to cast..”
"...Enjoy the show!" She said as she walked away, smiling.
"Who was that?" asked Harry.
"No bloody idea!" said Ron.
"I've heard that name before”, said a puzzled Luna.
"Where?" asked Harry.
"I don't remember...my dad will have written about her; he was the Editor of the Quibbler after all. I’ve got his back catalogue in my office. Give me a few minutes, and I'll go up and look it up". Luna
turned to go. Something about that girl was so...wrong.
Ginny looked across at Cupcake, Gabrielle Delacour, who was taking last-minute advice from her big sister Fleur, more commonly known as Phlegm. She and her sister wore light-blue sports bras and shorts, the colours of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Yes, they were going with the Hogwarts versus Beauxbatons theme, correctly guessing it would aid ticket sales. The sisters were willowy, typical Veela, their long blonde hair tied into ponytails.
As Ginny walked into the centre of the ring Hermione called out, “Hey, turn cupcake into a poundcake!”.
Ginny smiled as she approached a serious-looking Gabrielle until they stood face-to-face. Minerva McGonagall, the referee asked,
“Ginny Potter are you ready?”.
“Yes”.
“Gabrielle Delacour are you ready?”.
“Oui”.
They separated and then.
“DING!”
Ginny strode determinedly forward slamming her gloves together, Gabrielle mirrored her with the same gesture. Wanting to get the first shot in, Gabrielle snapped out a jab, but it only caught a
smiling Ginny’s glove. Gabrielle quickly sidestepped to Ginny’s right and snapped a jab that landed on her face, hard. Ginny gave her a look.
“Hey, don’t call me Cupcake, Cheri”. Gabrielle growled.
Ginny paused, the jab had stung some, while Gabrielle attacked, snapping out another jab. Ginny slid under the jab and fired a right. Gabrielle rotated her shoulder blocking the punch with her right arm, dancing away.
Gabrielle landed another jab. Ginny closed in, but Gabrielle moved back, and at the last possible second, when she felt her back on the ropes, she slid smoothly out of Ginny's way.
Then she attacked. Ginny was surprised at how quickly she came back at her this time; luckily, she had her gloves up and blocked the jab. After another jab, Ginny moved under and landed a jab
to the belly of Gabrielle but before she could even get her fist back, she’d taken a jab to her face. Gabrielle was dancing away, taunting Ginny.
Ginny knew she was in a fight; this Cupcake was not fighting like a Cupcake. She was pissed, she hadn't been this pissed since when the little slut, shimmered, glimmered, whatfuckingever, for Harry at Fleur’s wedding, the cheap slut, might as well have spread her legs and offered to plug him there and then. Is that what it was about? Embarrassing her in front of her husband?
Angrily, Ginny waited, moved under a jab and landed a right to Gabrielle’s head. The two traded blows, but Ginny popped her with a right to her belly. Gasping, Gabby moved back, Ginny’s turn to smile. Gabrielle came back at her but this time her jab missed, and she had to parry one in return. She moved back, landed a jab and moved back to the centre of the ring, waiting for Ginny. She gestured with her gloves.
“Rouquine!” she sang.
Ginny moved in avoiding Gaby’s jab, she stepped in and landed a right uppercut to the belly. Grunting Gabrielle took a step back but smiled knowing she was showing Ginny she was not fighting a
Cupcake. She hated the lack of respect that the Rosbif showed her.
Gabrielle heard 'Stay on her' from her sister. She came at Ginny and the two traded jabs. Gabrielle lost a bit of cool and landed a left hook to the right breast of Ginny, she heard a hissed ‘bitch’ and smiled, whispering ‘Chatte!’
Gabrielle felt the stomach punch that Ginny fired, she gasped and clinched. The referee shouted break. Immediately, she went back on the attack landing a right rocking the ginger and following up with a jab, dancing away forcing Ginny to get her guard up. Her next jab split it then once again, she moved away, smirking.
Ginny didn’t like getting beat up, she slid under Gabrielle’s jab and socked her with a right uppercut to the jaw. Gabrielle took a step back, shook her head and came back with a left jab that Ginny caught with her glove only to be rocked by a right jab, but she retaliated, flattening Gabrielle’s right breast with a right of her own and finishing with a jab. Ginny, smiled sweetly at Gabby, who was rubbing her breast with her glove, Ginny mouthed the word ‘Bitch!’.
Gabrielle faked a right and landed a nice jab on Ginny's lips, bloodying it, wanting to wipe that smug smile off her face.
Ding!
Miffed at her attack being curtailed, Gabrielle stomped off to her corner. Fleur congratulated Gabrielle, secretly relieved she was not lying tits up on the canvas. Ginny returned to her corner ashamed that the skinny skank was using her speed to run rings around her, this was embarrassing.
The crowd got a few glimpses both women were sweaty, their tops showing a little nipple and areolae. Ginny had small nipples while Gabrielle's rounder areolae covered a larger portion of her firm small breasts. Both fighters got a swig of water. Soon seconds out was called, and both women stood ready.
“Ding”.
The bell sounded starting the action. They strode purposefully together.
BAP!
Ginny took a jab again. Surprised, she backed against the ropes opening her up for another shot before she thought to move away back to the centre of the ring.
Gabrielle quickly came after her, snapping a jab again, but this time, she got a counter to her stomach. Holding her stomach, she moved away slower than before.
Things degraded into a cat-and-mouse game in the centre of the ring for a few seconds with Gabrielle flicking a jab sometimes catching Ginny sometimes not. When Gabrielle moved away, Ginny landed a decent shot right to Gabrielle's nose, smiling as the blood started trickling out.
Ginny was feeling cocky, but she took a right to her head. The pace was getting slower. Ginny came back though, with a right of her own to the jaw of Gabrielle. As Gaby bounced against the ropes. Ginny landed a right uppercut and Gabrielle popped out a jab, but the nose got to her.
Gabrielle faked a left-handed jab, catching Ginny with a right to the head. Gabrielle quickly reset and fired another jab as Ginny came in, landing it right on her face.
Ginny saw Gabrielle get within range and her right hand was on the way, sending sweat and blood spraying. Gabrielle was rattled. The next jab Gabrielle threw was slower. Ginny threw a counter that was blocked.
Gabrielle fired a right and missed but came back with a counter. As Ginny rushed in, she sidestepped but caught her glove.
“Ding!”
Ginny made it back to her corner, like Gabrielle, she was breathing heavily. Hermione was calm, “Breathe deep with your belly”. Ginny breathed in, trying to get her breath back, trying to centre herself.
On the opposite side of the ring, Fleur was congratulating Gabrielle as she took care of her nose.
Both women got a squirt of water to swallow and breathed deeply. Ginny was determined to win. Gabrielle wanted to get back and possibly knock out Ginny, the bitch who had disrespected her.
Fucking Cupcake, she would show her.
Minerva McGonagall was concerned.
“Girls, this is getting a little heated, shall we stop?”
“Non!” came from Gabrielle’s corner.
“Hell No!” Ginny snapped.
“Ding!”
Gabrielle let Ginny come towards her, she landed a right on Ginny’s head and pivoted smartly away. Gabrielle got close to the ropes and flicked a jab as Ginny telegraphed a right. Gabrielle jabbed again, Ginny ducked under the jab and landed a right rocking Gabrielle back somewhat.
Gabrielle got a jab out, but this time it caught Ginny’s glove. She slid out of the way for a right to her face. Gabrielle wanted to mark Ginny’s cute face.
Ginny was feeling a bit more confident now. She stalked taking a jab to her rounded cheek, but she landed one to Gabrielle’s eye in return. Gabrielle had to dance against the ropes to get away.
Ginny was aggressive, she took a jab but landed a nice right to Gabrielle’s belly. She took another jab but found a home for her right on the nose. The blood started flowing again. Gabrielle faked a left but found Ginny’s left glove and took a right to her belly. In return she landed an uppercut to Ginny’s jaw; it landed but Ginny landed a right uppercut on her nose, even more blood.
Ginny was getting a bit cocky, coming in she took a stinging double left jab to her face. Her eyes were getting swollen a bit. Gabrielle came at her again, stepping in, getting a right hook, rocking her. Ginny pivoted her body away from the counter jab of Gabrielle and flicked her own catching Gabrielle on the left eye. Ginny took a straight right punch to her left breast. Angrily she lashed out by hammering her right to Gabrielle’s face. Gabrielle backed away as Ginny massaged her breast with her glove.
Ginny was determined and came back at Gabrielle. She ducked under the jab and hammered a right uppercut to Gabrielle’s belly. Following up with a right to the jaw, stepping in with a right to the belly, then a jab to the body.
Garbrielle’s right sailed over Ginny’s head as she hammered Gabrielle’s belly again.
“Ding”. The bell rang ending the round.
Ginny angrily strode back to her corner.
“Fucking frog” she muttered banging her gloves together. Gabrielle moved slower, still holding her belly as Fleur fixed up her nose again.
“Ding”.
The two briefly circled until Gabrielle went in with a jab but Ginny used her left glove to block and stepped in hitting her in the mouth with the right. Close in she threw a right smacking Ginny’s left breast compressing the round areolae and breast against Ginny’s rib cage, she saw the wince, she heard the gasped “Fuck!” and danced away briefly, pleased with herself.
Ginny was upset, she regrouped a second then as Gabrielle came in again with the jab she slid under and landed a hard right to Gabrielle’s cheek sending spray and blood flying. Ginny took a jab and fired a hard right, she rocked Gabrielle who broke things off.
Gabrielle realised her breast punch did not do as much damage as she hoped, she had been rocked. She jabbed in a double jab. One missed, one landed, but before she could land a right, Ginny fired a punch.
Ginny watched the punch leave; it was like slow motion. It landed where Ginny wanted it to. Gabrielle's face was deformed, moving to the side, saliva flew from her mouth while blood sprayed from her nose. She went down like a puppet with its strings cut. She lay on the canvas, legs out, tits up.
Ginny jumped up and down, bathing in the applause of the crowd. Exuberant that she had defeated the frog. Hermione rushed out to congratulate Ginny. Looking in the direction of Fleur she flashed her the V-sign,
"Waterloo, Agincourt!" She jeered at Fleur.
“Fuck!” said Harry. “This has gotten a lot more serious than I expected, good, isn’t it?”.
"Fuck me”, said Ron, laughing, he was looking forward to seeing his wife in action. "I'd love to see how she does against my girl Hermy, that would be hot!"
"Yeah!" Harry agreed.
“Fork!” said Luna, sitting in her office, but Professor Luna Scamander didn’t mean fork she meant fuck. Now she was teaching Magizoology at Hogwarts she had taken a “Secunda Nomine” spell
to stop her swearing in front of the students. Unfortunately, it was a birch to remove, so she was stuck using these student-friendly words, sugar!
Luna was puzzled, there was something definitely wrong about this Delphini. She found a Delphini who was born in secret at Malfoy Manor in early March 1998 the child of Bellatrix
Lestrange and Lord Voldemort. Then later a Delphini Diggory turns up, claiming she was his niece, the images looked like the same person but the ages. According to the article she was born in 1998 which made her thirteen, years younger than herself, but the woman they met was the same age, something was very wrong, and if she was who Luna thought she was...
Forking fork, fork, fork!
She ran back to warn Harry and Ron.
Fleur and Hermione walked to the centre of the ring glaring at each other with McGonagall standing between them. While McGonagall went over the rules the women stood impatiently, eager to go
at it. When McGonagall told them to go back to their corner and wait for the bell, a little smile spread across Hermione's lips.
“You're going down Frog!”
Fleur smiled calmly back at her.
“Give it your best shot, Rosbif!”.
The two girls tapped gloves and went back to their corners. Ginny and Gabrielle fitted and adjusted their mouthpieces, and the crowd waited expectantly for the bell.
“Ding!”
The bell rang and the two girls moved in on each other. Gloves up, guarding their faces, bobbing, and weaving their gloves in the air looking for an opening. Leather smacked leather as both girls
blocked the jabs thrown at their faces. Hermione threw a right jab at Fleur's face. Instead of blocking the jab, Fleur dodged and ducked to her right. As Hermione's glove went over her shoulder,
Fleur dropped her right glove and stepped into Hermione. The brunette battler grunted as the leather smacked solidly into her left side, digging into her ribs. Hermione's body jerked to the side, her
left arm pressing into her ribs, her guard dropping.
Fleur straightened up and launched a right hook at her opponent's face, the glove mashed the brunette's cheek snapping her head to the side and sending her staggering into the ropes. Fleur's
sister cheered as Hermione's body pressed into the ropes and Fleur moved in firing lefts and rights into Hermione's body, making her grimace and cry out in pain. Hermione brought her guard
down. Her arms tucked in protecting her body. Fleur quickly went high slamming her glove into Hermione's jaw, her body twisted, as her left side leaned into the ropes.
As Fleur moved in on her, Hermione swung a backhand right at the blonde's face. The swing caught Fleur off guard as the glove smacked into her right eye. The blonde staggered back shaking her
head, eye watering. Hermione launched herself off the ropes and before Fleur could bring her guard up, she fired a hard right jab at her opponent's body. Hermione's glove dug into Fleur's left
breast, flattening it into her chest. Fleur moaned deep and staggered back, hissing the word 'bitch'. Hermione kept after she fired a right hook at Fleur, luckily, she got her left arm up to block the
punch and the two young women backed away from each other, snarling.
They moved in on each other bobbing and weaving. Hermione threw a right jab at Fleur's face. Fleur dodged the punch and threw a right cross at the auburn-haired boxer's face. Hermione blocked the punch with her left forearm and dropped her right bringing her glove up in an uppercut that slammed solidly into Fleur's jaw. The blonde's head snapped back sweat spraying as she staggered
back and went down on the mat.
Ginny cheered as Hermione scored the first knockdown.
McGonagall quickly stepped between them and told Hermione to get to her corner. McGonagall started counting as Fleur rolled onto her hands and knees head lowered.
“Four...Five...”. McGonagall counted.
The blonde fighter struggled to her feet, shaking her head trying to clear it. McGonagall put her hand on Fleur's shoulder.
"You ok? You want to keep fighting?"
Fleur nodded her head. Yes! She wouldn't let Hermione knock her down and not pay her back. McGonagall backed away and shouted.
"Fight!".
The two battlers reset their stance and brought their guards up. As they started to circle, the bell rang. Disappointed, both girls lowered their gloves and stared at each other before returning to their
corners.
“That's all you got; Rosbif?” Fleur taunted Hermione.
Hermione fired back. “Not by a long shot, frog!”.
Hermione and Fleur sat in their corners, swishing water in their mouths, spitting it out into the bucket, and wiping sweat from their faces and bodies, while Ginny and Gabrielle gave them advice.
"Forking Sugar!" Luna gasped as she walked back into the hall. She saw Hermione and Fleur beating seven shades of sugar out of each other and the audience was cheering! Ron and Harry
were not looking worried, they were baying and cheering enjoying the violence. Something was seriously wrong here. It looked like they were under a spell.
She ran out to the annex where her and everyone else's wand was being kept, it was gone! The entire forking building! A teleportation spell! On the verge of panic, she ran back up to her office, her
discovery suitcase. The Snugglepuss! A fluffy, tabby, fat kitten with big blue eyes, yes it was fully grown. Luna knew she'd need her. She grabbed a handbag and put the kitten in it.
"C'mon Pixie we're going on an adventure".
"Ding!"
The bell rang to start the second round, mouthpieces in place. Hermione and Fleur got to their feet and moved in on each other circling, looking for an opening.
Fleur slipped a right under Hermione's guard, the leather smacked solidly into the brunette's ribs, she groaned in pain but fought back, counterpunching with a right of her own that pancaked Fleur's
left breast into her chest.
As Fleur staggered back, Hermione hissed.
“Payback, bitch”.
As Fleur brought her guard up protecting her breasts. Hermione went down low with a one-two combination. A right and then a left crashed into Fleur's belly. The blonde's eyes went wide, and air
gushed from between parted lips. Fleur clutched her belly as her knees buckled. McGonagall stepped between the two girls and Fleur retreated to a corner.
“Three…Four…” McGonagall counted.
Fleur leaned forward on her knees, her forehead pressing into the mat, trying to catch her breath.
“…Five…Six…” McGonagall kept counting.
Gabrielle was shouting “Get Up Fleur! You can take her”.
Fleur struggled to her feet as McGonagall counted to eight. She stood in front of Fleur with both hands on the shoulders of the blonde.
"You want to keep fighting, Fleur?" she asked the blonde battler.
Fleur took a deep shuddering breath.
“Oui!" she replied, vehemently. McGonagall nodded and stepped out of the way.
“OK, girls. Fight!”
The two girls started trading punches. Leather smacked into faces and bodies, sending sweat flying as they threw and landed punches. Fleur split Hermione's lip with a hard left. Hermione bloodied
Fleur's nose with a solid right. Fleur threw a left jab that dug into Hermione's right eye, at the same time the brunette slammed an uppercut into Fleur's left breast, which bounced and jiggled in her
top as she staggered back.
Hermione bounced off the ropes and her body slammed into Fleur's. The two young women locked in a tight clinch. Bodies pressed tight. Grunting and groaning as they slammed their gloves into
each other's ribs. McGonagall grabbed both their shoulders and tried to pry them apart.
“Ok! Ok! Stop it! Break it up!”
The two fighters separated as the bell rang ending the round. The crowd cheered for both fighters as they went back to their corners.
Hermione and Fleur sat in their corners, drenched in sweat. Their faces and bodies were covered with bruises. Both girls had black eyes and bloody lips or noses. They had only been fighting for
two rounds. Both girls were tired and breathing hard. McGonagall went to both girl's corners and asked them if they wanted to keep fighting. She wasn't surprised when both women said yes.
"Ding!"
The bell rang for the start of the third round. Hermione and Fleur moved in on each other. Fleur threw a left jab for Hermione's face, but she knocked the punch aside with her right forearm.
Hermione's left hooked into the side of Fleur's right breast. Fleur moaned staggering back trying to get some distance between her and her opponent. The brunette moved in not letting her. Her right
fist slammed into the inside of Fleur's right breast hitting it like a punching bag. Fleur's face contorted in pain; her arms dropped to her side.
Hermione slammed her right glove deep into her adversary's belly. The air exploded from Fleur's lungs. As she started to double over Hermione slammed a right uppercut into Fleur's jaw. The
blonde's head snapped back, a fine spray of sweat and blood flying into the air. Fleur dropped her gloves groaning in agony. With Fleur's head now exposed Hermione threw her best punch of the
fight. Her right hook.
"PSSHH!!!"
The violent and merciless hit landed flush across Fleur's distorted face. The force of the punch sent her mouthpiece to shoot out like a jet while her blood and spit spewed out between her lips.
Fleur's eyes rolled in the back of her head, her back arched as she fell back and crashed down on the mat. Hermione walked slowly back to her corner.
“Four…Five…”.
McGonagall counted. Fleur's arms and legs swam on the mat.
"Six…Seven…".
Fleur rolled onto her stomach and tried to get up on her hands and knees, but her arms gave out and she collapsed. Her eyes shut; drool coming out of her open mouth, breasts flattened on the
canvas.
"…Eight…Nine…".
Her sister shouted.
"Get up Fleur!".
McGonagall shouted.
"…Ten. You are out".
Hermione swaggered back to her corner; her arms raised in triumph. Then she stopped, laughing to herself, then she continued, swaggering, not taking her eyes off Ginny. Stopping before Ginny,
with her hands on her hips she challenged,
“What do you say, Gin, you, and me?"
She pushed at Ginny with her gloves.
"No referee, no rounds, just you and me to the finish". She stuck out her breasts arrogantly.
"You up for it ginge? I’ve had just enough exercise to enjoy this". Looking out at the crowd she smiled.
"Everybody's been dying for this one, they wanna see who's the best".
"Yes!".
Ginny didn’t hesitate. She seemed to remember a time when that smug arrogant bitch was her friend, but that seemed a long time ago now. The desire to fight was intoxicating, out in the audience she could see Harry and Ron thrilled, cheering for the forthcoming contest. In the crowd, money was rapidly changing hands.
Ginny slammed her red mitts down hard on Hermione’s black gloves. Ginny had a confident smirk on her face. The urge to smash miss-bookworm's smug face to a pulp was irresistible.
"Guess we're going to see who's the best!"
Hermione smiled back.
"Yes, I guess we will". Then looking down at her sweaty, soaking sports bra, she smiled.
“Let’s make this more interesting!”. She turned round to the departing McGonagall. Holding up her arms.
“Hey McGonagall unzip me”.
McGonagall undid the clasp at the back of Hermione’s sports bra, it fluttered to the floor. Clad only in her shorts, Hermione proudly pushed her breasts forward, issuing a challenge to her smaller-
breasted red-haired foe.
“You up for it, Ginge?”
Ginny just shot Hermione a look. Turning around.
“McGonagall?”
McGonagall undid the clasp on Ginny’s bra. She picked up the discarded top and retired out of the ring, she wanted to get a good place to see the action. This was gonna be good.
Ginny turned around to face Hermione.
“I’m good”. Then Ginny looked Hermione up and down.
“But you look a bit saggy, you’re getting old, grandma”
“Fuck off! At least I have tits! You prepubescent twat!” was the witty reply.
The two bare-breasted women stared at each other like warriors in the centre of the ring. There was no bell, McGonagall had taken her place in the crowd. They didn’t need one, they just started,
drilling each other with straight-arm punches for twenty seconds until Ginny went for the gut. Hermione let out an audible gasp when the fist found its mark, and when she clutched her belly she ate
two more punches from the redhead.
Ginny couldn’t help but smile as she battered Hermione, she convinced herself Hermione had been an absolute bitch from the moment they met, and something just felt right about punching that
whore in the face. Two more fists smacked Hermione upside the head.
“What’s the matter, bitch, I thought you were going to give me a boxing lesson”, Ginny taunted.
“Fuck you!”
Hermione smashed into Ginny’s right tit with a big hook. The red-haired girl hadn’t felt pain like that before. She froze in place for a second, and Hermione made her pay with a right cross to the
chin. Ginny tried to stand her ground, she got her gloves up to protect her pretty face from the next punch and got back on offence, landing a big right hand, Hermione took it and mocked.
“Is that the best you got, little girl?”
“No!”
Ginny landed a couple of shots and moved out of the way of Hermione’s flurry.
Hermione moved back into the fight with her gloves up easily blocking the prodding jabs. While Ginny looked for a way past Hermione’s defence, Hermione scored to the body with some chopping
blows, then fired her gloves deep into Ginny’s soft midsection.
“Oooof!” the redhead gasped, backing off.
Hermione held up her gloves, then peeked out behind them with a smile.
“Peek a boo, guess who?”.
As Ginny looked into the strange expression on her former friend's face, a crazy thought came into her head,
“Did hell get a bit too warm for you Bellatrix?”.
"What the fork are you doing?"
Delphini froze at the sudden interruption. She had been watching a big projection of the fight on the wall of the empty room, gesturing with her fists, shouting "Get her mum!"
She turned to look at the interloper, Luna. Who had finally managed to find Delphini in one of the many unused rooms in Hogwarts, she would never have found it if it hadn’t been for all the lights
and noise coming from the door.
"Let me explain..." Delphini started. After all, what's the point of having a brilliant plan and not boasting about it? She’d made a point of introducing herself to Potter.
“I'm not from around these parts, I'm a future Delphini with a time-turner. The Delphini from this timeline is a thirteen-year-old girl still with her adoptive parents and has yet to learn about her true
mother and father. I came back here because last Halloween was special, it was a once-in-one-hundred-year event. The veil between worlds of the living and the dead is especially weak at
Halloween, but even weaker every one hundred years. It is a true Samhain. A skilled witch, like me, could bind the spirit of her dead mother into a convenient vessel...". She paused for dramatic
effect.
"...like Hermione"
"Sugar!", thought Luna, Hermione's possessed by Bellatrix.
“We've been planning this for weeks. My mother’s in possession of Hermione’s body and is currently pulverizing that annoying little shit while all her friends are cheering them on”.
“Ginny will figure it out”, Luna protested.
“No, she won’t, those outfits my mum, Hermione…” she used air quotes, “…designed, well they make the wearer want to fight. Ginny will want to fight even as my mother beats the shit out of her".
She sxxxxxxxed. "She'll be like the Black Knight in that film, y’know, her arms, legs broken and still going", she did a high-pitched girly voice, "C'mon just a flesh wound, I'll have ya".
She paused, "Until my mum puts her out of her misery and stomps her!" she dramatically stomped an imaginary head. Smiling angelically.
"The Frenchies were the appetiser, to warm the outfits up. This is the main event, an opportunity to beat up Potter's beloved with someone else's hands. So sweet".
“And I’ve cast a bloodlust spell, so everyone’s too excited about the fight to do anything, they’re all under the spell, except you 'cos you were out of the square at the time. When my mother gets her revenge by beating up Harry Potter’s little wife in front of him, she’ll reveal herself! And then we have the after-party! Nobody has a wand, and they're all powerless without a wand..."
"...Except me. I’m special…", she curtsied. "…I don't need a wand to do magic".
"...We'll have them all at our mercy!"
“No, I’ll stop you!” Luna shouted.
“No, you won’t. Do you think you can take me, little loon? I am the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and Lord Voldemort”
“Yes” Luna was determined, this was for her friends, she had to save them. She released the Snugglepuss, and it ran to the corner of the room, where it started licking its bottom.
Delphini looked amused.
"You were gonna stop me with that! Fuck! A Sabre-tooth tiger I could understand...but that, a wittle puddy cat? They are right about you; you are looney Luna!"
"Try me!" hissed Luna.
"Oh, I will!"
Delphini raised her hands, ready to cast a spell, a Destructo spell, blow her to smithereens. Fire, burn her to a crisp? Decisions, decisions...then she thought how her mother was having so much
fun beating up on that Ginger slag…
...a brilliant idea came into her head, off plan but...
...aw fuck it!
She confidently lowered her hands, gesturing Luna towards her.
"C'mon little looney, let's rumble!"
Ginny moved into action, didn't matter if she was Bellatrix or Hermione, the way she felt, either way the bitch was still going down. But Hermione kept her at bay by throwing out punches as she
recovered from the gut shots.
The battle became a knife fight. Guards tightened, and they stalked each other slowly circling until one of them would strike fast and dirty. Fighting was close-up, with each woman taking shots to
the body and breasts. When they clinched, Hermione scraped her glove's laces against Ginny’s bared nipples. It was pure agony for Ginny’s sensitive flesh, and Hermione took special pleasure in
hearing her opponent scream out.
"Dirty whore!"
Luna remembered her muggle fights when she was at school, she knew what was coming. But this wasn't a petty squabble over a spotty boyfriend, oh no. Delphini was fighting for her mother, and
Luna for her friends. She swallowed hard to steel herself. As a Magizoologist she had travelled to far-off places, lived an outdoor life, and kept herself fit and healthy. She had once joked she was so fit she could kick Ginny's arse, of course, she apologised to Ginny after. But she had actually faced off against a Velociraptor (long story). But she knew what Delphini would do to her if she lost, the
Velociraptor was friendlier.
Reaching out with her hands. Delphini swung Luna face-first into the wall, then snarling Delphini reached for Luna's head, slamming her by the hair into the wall. Luna’s face was a mess, but she
had no time to recover as Delphini’s sharp fists slammed into her back, while her other hand tried to smear Luna’s face into the wall. Luna whined.
Luna stamped hard on Delphi’s foot. As she cried out in pain. Luna grabbed her hands and swung her into the wall. Delphini’s back crashed against her wall, followed by her head.
Luna’s fists belted into Delphi’s stomach in a one-two combination. Delphi gagged; her body bent over as she started to slide down the wall.
“Birch!”, hissed Luna.
"Ooof!", Luna yelled out as Delphini's fist uppercut hard into her gut causing her eyes to burst out of her head as spittle flew from her mouth, she bent over, gasping in pain. Delphini joined her
hands together ready to drive an axe--handle into her back as Luna grabbed her by the waist and threw her to the ground.
Angrily, Ginny smacked Hermione square in the mouth and followed up with a screaming hook to the tits. Hermione launched a knee into Ginny's side, and again.
Ginny clinched with one arm, trying to get her off-balance. With her other hand firing punches into Hermione's belly
“Let go you little slut!”, Hermione roared as she tried to muscle herself free from the redhead. She managed to toss Ginny into the corner and pressed her advantage immediately. Her gloves
smacked into Ginny's tits, but she was able to fight her way out.
Hermione had her gloves up high to protect her face; Ginny kept her gloves lower, covering her sore tits. While Hermione kept on her toes, with a little bounce, Ginny was flat-footed. She was
daring Hermione to hit her and hit her she did. Ginny ate a jab, then another, and another before she got what she wanted, a clear shot. As Hermione came with a cross, Ginny let a flurry of
punches fly, Ginny landed two solid shots to Hermione’s face, sending her head crashing back.
Luna started kicking at her prone foe on the floor.
"Slug!" Luna's foot sank into Delphini's belly. Delphi cried out in pain as her body jackknifed.
"Slug!" Delphi rolled as Luna stamped on her side.
Delphi had rolled on her, and her hands were out, trying to fend off another blow.
"Slug!" Luna's foot was raised for the next stamp.
Striking like a snake, Delphini grabbed her foot, before it could reach its target, she twisted, and with a wail of alarm, Luna lost her balance and fell to the floor.
Delphi attacked, yanking at Luna’s hair giving her an unwanted facelift.
Luna’s hand reached for Delphi’s gaping mouth yanking it, giving her a fishhook, with her other hand firing slaps into Delphi’s face. Delphi released her grip on the hair and slammed a backhand
into Luna’s face.
“Fucking poxy whore!”
Luna slapped back just as hard.
"Sugary forking coat!" Luna screamed as her legs clamped around Delphi's waist. Delphi wailed as Luna's strong legs tried to cut her in half. Luna tensed her legs, shaking Delphini, slamming her
body into the hard floor. Delphini tried to pull Luna's legs apart her fingers gouging into the soft flesh, but there was no escape.
"Hard to breathe, birch?" Luna crowed, she forking had her!
"SLAP!"
Luna's slap sounded like a thunderclap, slamming Delphini's head to the side.
Hermione had her gloved hand around the back of Ginny's head and pulled her face into her knee, Ginny turned her head, so it hit the side of her face, but it still hurt. Then she swung a knee at
Ginny's crotch, Ginny turned so it only hit her thigh.
“Cheating slag!”, snarled Ginny. She grabbed Hermione's leg, holding it, slowly turning, making Hermione hop in circles trying to keep her balance.
"Let fucking go!" cried Hermione.
"No, I want to do this!"
Ginny dug chopping fists into Hermione’s soft belly, but she fought back, her fist smacking into Ginny’s eye causing her to stagger back, releasing the leg. Hermione didn’t give her a second’s
pause and pushed Ginny back into a corner and worked her over. Ginny dropped her guard to cover up, and that’s when Hermione started hammering Ginny's face.
Ginny had enough of getting hit. She kicked out, hitting Hermione in the stomach, sending her staggering backwards out of the corner. Hermione moved towards Ginny matching her punch for
punch till they were slugging mid-ring.
Hermione smashed the nose of the redhead with her glove, and blood started to flow. Two more hard shots from Hermione to Ginny’s face and Ginny noticed the trickle of blood running down her
breasts.
Snarling, she looked up and saw Hermione out there dancing around like she was winning, smacking her gloves together, she decided this bitch was going to suffer.
Delphini struggled for breath as her waist was being crushed by Luna’s strong legs. Thirsting for release, Delphini moaned, her brain searching for a plan. Selecting her target, she struck, punching
savagely into Luna's crotch. She felt the satisfying thud of a fist hitting bone. Wailing, Luna grabbed her crotch, blindly kicking out at Delphi's head, whose face snapped to the side as she fell back, exploding in a spray of blood.
For a moment, they lay there, Delphi holding her bloody nose, sobbing, recovering from the kick. Luna massaged her poor crotch, moaning "My kitty...my poor kitty". Both women were rocking on the floor, sobbing in pain. Desperately racing to get up before the other.
Knowing this was for her friends, Luna rose slowly on her hands and knees. She looked into Delphini's blood-covered face. They moved on their hands and knees circling each other.
Bellatrix was a little surprised the fight was still going as Ginny charged. She didn’t have time to set her defence before Ginny was on her. Her gloved fists sank deep into Hermione’s soft flesh.
Hermione turtled up but left her body open and Ginny punished her for it. A hard shot to the liver dropped Hermione to the blood-spattered canvas. Ginny loomed over her,
“Come, bitch, we aren’t done yet. You promised me a fight, so get up and let’s go"
She angrily gestured with her gloves,
"I said let’s go!”
Bellatrix wanted to curse that redheaded whore, but all that came out was a groan. She slowly rose. The fighters faced each other, their gloves low. Hermione was protecting her breadbasket;
Ginny guarded her head, and cautiously they looked for an opening.
"I'm gonna rip your head off and shit in the stump". Delphini screamed.
"I'm so scared!"... Luna mocked, she wanted to say worse, but it would only come out crepe.
Circling round on their hands and feet, they stalked each other. Arms reached out and were slapped away.
“You’re going down, you bleached blonde bimbo!”.
Delphi slapped at Luna’s face, who moved back, the slap hit empty air, and she grinned.
“You’ll have to do better than that!”
Luna’s slap landed hard on Delphi’s face with a crack. Delphi angrily touched her burning face. Then she launched herself at Luna, who leapt at her foe. They clinched in an embrace of violence.
Luna started hammering fists into Delphi's back. Feeling the splintering pain, Delphi struggled for Luna's head, her clutching hands tearing at Luna's dress. Then she got her arms around Luna's
neck and, with a heaving surge, threw Luna to the floor. Luna rolled and Delphini dived after her, straight into Luna’s mule-kick slamming her against the wall. Luna scrambled up, headbutting
Delphi’s soft stomach.
“Fucking skank” Delphi gasped out as she grabbed at Luna’s legs and pulled up depositing Luna unceremonially on her arse.
Diving on top of Luna, Delphi ripped open Luna's dress, Luna shrieked in embarrassment and then howled in agony as Delphini reached for Luna’s breasts, squeezing and crumpling them like they
were pieces of paper. Luna screamed. Then ripping Delphini’s dress reached up attacking Delphi’s own larger and equally vulnerable orbs. They remained locked in struggle, hissing and spitting
curses at each other.
“Forking slag”
“Whore!”
Delphi started slamming Luna by the breasts into the hard floor. Luna was desperate, her head banging against the floor. Delphi leered over Luna’s face.
“I’m gonna pound your brains out you fucking bimbo”.
Ginny and Hermione met in the centre of the ring and slugged it out with all the skill of a drunken brawl outside a club. Wild looping punches were landing for both girls, but Hermione was slowly
backing Ginny up who was trying to cover up. Ginny couldn’t see punches coming to the left side of her body thanks to the black eye she sported and paid the price. Every time she threw a hook,
Hermione started landing overhand rights. After one particularly hard hit, Ginny fell forward clinching, pressing her punch-swollen breasts into her rival’s, there was pain but still better than getting
hit.
Hermione whispered into Ginny’s ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you and then your little hubby”
Hermione broke free and levelled Ginny with an uppercut, her glove scraping Ginny’s right tit on its way to her chin. The redhead fell backwards, and the crowd roared. Hermione was shaking her
fists in the air in victory. Ginny got the memo she was beaten, but she refused to accept it, slowly, painfully she crawled up the ropes. While Hermione was still enjoying her victory, Ginny was on
her feet, a little wobbly. Hermione heard the change in the crowd, and she turned to face Ginny.
“Time to finish this”. Bellatrix was well and truly pissed. Her daughter had put her in the really nice body of one of her enemies. Demeaning her by making her fight half naked, she didn't care it
wasn't her body everyone was ogling. She had worked hard to set this up, to get the opportunity to beat up this annoying ginger turd. But like one of those annoying turds that just refuses to flush,
this little turd was refusing to go down.
With a scream, Ginny rushed in, letting loose with a looping hook that forced Hermione back into the ropes. Then she attacked like a wildcat, going to town on Hermione’s tits with a vengeance.
She smacked them with lefts and rights going at them like they were speed bags, avenging the knockdown, sending the tits flying every which way, sweat flying off them. Hermione tried to charge
but ran straight into Ginny’s jab, then another. Ginny took a wild hook to the tits that stung but sent Hermione to the ground with a right cross. The crowd roared.
Ginny saw Hermione rise and moved in to finish the bitch. Hermione’s blistering boob shot stopped Ginny in her tracks, following up with a hook to Ginny’s blindside that spun her around and sent
her crashing back to the canvas.
Ginny landed tits first, the shock of pain kept her awake and got her moving to get up. Crawling up the ropes she noticed the bloody imprint of her face on the canvas, shit, what did her face look like? She looked with half-open eyes over at Hermione standing over her with her smug battered face. As she got up again, Ginny was determined to finish the job, she was not losing to that smug bitch.
Almost on the verge of panic, Luna released her grip on Delphi’s breasts and drove her fingers into Delphi’s eyes. As her thumb drove into the soft jelly of the eyeballs, she heard Delphi scream.
Delphi hysterically reared back, trying to pull Luna’s hand from her eyes. Failing she rolled back on the floor, just trying to get away.
Delphi murderously glared at Luna.
“You fucking piece of shit!”. Her hands shot out to cast the spell that would destroy her foe.
“Destructo!”
And nothing happened, the Snugglepuss was doing its magic. Not exactly the scariest of creatures, but one of the most powerful. A fluffy, fat kitten true, but it also emitted a field that nullified magic.
Even the Dementors were scared of them, nothing scares a magical creature more than to actually follow the rules of Muggle Physics. The Snugglepuss was the perfect weapon, small, portable,
and totally unthreatening. If Luna had turned up with a Sabre-tooth tiger, Delphi would have fried it immediately, but a widdle biddy kitty winks? From the corner of the room, Luna could hear it
purring, as it continued licking its bottom.
"Well done Pix".
“Destructo!” Delphini was still trying to work her spell.
“Destruc…”
“Shut the fork up!”
Delphini’s words were never finished as Luna’s fist smashed into her gaping mouth. Luna could feel some teeth shatter.
Stunning the bitch, Luna jumped on Delphini slamming her to the floor, her knees on top of her arms, pinning her, she grabbed her by the hair in a two-handed grip and started slamming her head
against the floor.
As Hermione and Ginny staggered together, Ginny struck first, she didn't care about the fists landing on her body, the only thing that existed for her was hitting Hermione’s battered face. Her arms
felt like lead weights, she could feel the bruises that covered her body, but she was going to do it. She wanted, needed this to be over. Hermione tried to move as best she could but was stopped by
the ring ropes. Ginny had her now.
An uppercut stood Hermione up. Her eyes glassed, her mouth no longer ejecting spittle, just drooling.
“Nrrghh!”
Ginny held Hermione up by the head looking into her glazed eyes.
"You picked the wrong girl to fuck with Bellatrix, I'm a fucking professional athlete! Get the Fuck out of my friend!"
Ginny’s right-cross right finished her off, and Hermione's body flew back into the ropes. Then she slid down, her head bouncing off each and every rope on its journey down to the mat.
At first Ginny did not know what was happening, she just stood there staring at the unconscious body, uncomprehending. When realization dawned, she jumped up whooping, throwing off her
gloves in joy. Her arms raised to the heavens.
“Coat!”
“Coat!”
Luna continued slamming until all movement ceased. Just to make sure she rocked a forehand and a backhand into Delphi’s head, it moved freely from side to side.
Breathing heavily, her flapper dress hanging around her waist, her body covered in sweat, scratches and bruises shone in the dim light of the room as Luna slowly rose, triumphant.
She kicked at Delphini’s body asserting her victory. Then she went to find her friends.
As Delphi had slipped into unconsciousness, the powers of her spells faded. The annex with the wands reappeared, it had been an invisibility spell, not a teleportation. Meanwhile, Harry and Ron
looked in a panic instead of bloodlust at the state of their wives. The spell binding Bellatrix to Hermione disappeared, so it was Hermione not Bellatrix that came around a little bit later.
"Fuck me!" groaned Hermione.
"Fuck me backwards!" moaned Ginny.
“Merde!” whimpered Fleur.
“Sacre bleu!” cried Gabrielle.
"Fork!" agreed Luna.
Out of the cursed sports bra and shorts, with no spells from Delphini, all the combatants had the air of hung-over drunks remembering the embarrassing things they did last night. They were all
lying under blankets on sofas in the Gryffindor common room, the sounds of the celebration could be heard in the background, while Ron and Harry were busy preparing healing spells. Looking at
the battered, bruised faces it was difficult to work out who the victors were.
Hermione moaned, “I was stuck sharing my brain with Bellatrix. I got her memories of the time she and Voldemort fuck-“
"Yeecch!" said Ginny with a look of disgust. While Luna mimed retching violently. The Delacour girls just looked pale.
"I've seen his cum face!" Hermione whimpered, creating an image that could never be unseen.
Ginny looked at Hermione.
“Sorry, I beat you up”. She looked over apologetically at her friend. "Even when I realised who had possessed you, I still had to beat you".
“I know, I'm sorry I hurt your fists with my face!” smiled Hermione.
Gabrielle interrupted.
“Did anyone see what happened to Delphini?”
When Luna returned to the room where she had beaten Delphini, with Ron, they found the room empty. Delphini had managed to activate the time turner and returned it to her original time. She
was returning without her mother and determined to get revenge. Next time would be different, she would save her father, and she would beat the crap out of the ginger skank herself.
Oh yes, it would be so different next time.
