(Amúgy ez alapján a sztori alapján szeretnék majd saját HP-s sztorikat is írni!!
)Harry Potter TK: Interrogation
Hermione and the rest of the acknowledged “DA girls” quickly awoke to find themselves trapped in stock-like contraptions with their hands tied behind their backs and as Hermione made efforts to turn around she soon realized that only a select few of the girls from the DA (Cho Chang, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood) were trapped within these devices and she could imagine why, as the others began to stir she tried to whisper to Cho Chang ,who was opposite her but before she could she was loudly interrupted by Professor Umbridge.
“Hello, my naughty students. I believe there is something about your activities you wish to share with me” she announced loudly with a toad-like grin on her face.
Ginny was the first to respond, whipping her crimson hair up as she looked Umbridge in the eye “Where are the others? What did you do with them?” She demanded.
“Oh don’t you worry my dear, the only reason you four are here is that I’m sure young Mr. Potter would confide in you above all others. Am I right Miss Granger?” She said in the same sick, falsely sweet voice.
Hermione was about to open her mouth to respond when Cho spoke loudly glaring at Umbridge “Harry didn’t tell us anything and we are here to learn how to defend ourselves not to invade the ministry!” “Hah we’ll see if you change your tone” Umbridge responded with a gleeful grin on her face.
“Miss Granger, do you know how Witches in the 12th Century were tried? You should know, they being your fellow Mudbloods.” Hermione gasped and was about to answer when she heard a large yelp from behind her, Luna Lovegood answered abruptly in her dreamy voice “You’re going to burn us as the stake?”
“No Luna” Hermione corrected “in the 12th century witches were tried by being locked in stocks and tickled on their feet until they confessed, even if they weren’t really witches and after that they were burned.” She said in a calm voice, trying to keep the fear of her voice.
“Good to know you remember the heritage of your people Miss Granger” Umbridge announced in a mockingly sweet voice and as she opened her mouth, Ginny interrupted “tickle torture? Oh come on.” She said clearly unafraid of what awaited her, for till this day she growing up with so many brothers was often pinned by her brothers (usually Fred and George) and tickled on her feet and she felt she wasn’t afraid of it and it wouldn’t be enough to make her rat out her friends. However beside her Cho Chang’s response was an opposite of Ginny’s brave response, she cringed at the idea of her being tickled for information as she knew her feet were extremely ticklish. As often her giggly friends would pin her down and tickle her because they knew she was really ticklish all over her body, she bit her lip as she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She decided she had to be brave and if her friends weren’t going to cave on these matters she shouldn’t either as she squeaked loudly trying to keep the obvious fear out of her voice “bring it on”.
Umbridge gave another toad like grin to the girls as if she was hoping they would say that “Inquisitional Squad” she called with a gleeful smile on her face.
The captive girls watched as a good dozen or so Slytherin girls entered each eying the girls as if they were the predators eyeballing their prey. “Now ladies, for a quick demonstration” Umbridge declared referring to the Slytherin girls “please be as so kind to remove Miss Granger’s footwear” she said as she dipped her hand into her hand bag and retrieved a devilish looking black quill. Hermione could only watch as they removed her flat-soled black school shoes and her thin white cotton socks revealing a pair of well taken care of feet, which look like they had recently had a pedicure. “Watch and learn students” Umbridge said grinning as she took the scratchy quill and dragged it up Hermione’s arch making Hermione let out a tiny giggle, she repeated this at faster paces until Hermione let out a good hearty laugh and was wiggling her toes. “Now ladies, that is how you get her to squeal. Now when one of them breaks, do have someone fetch me, any questions?” she said with a look of someone who was supremely enjoying herself. A spectacled sixth-year girl raised her hand and asked “wouldn’t it be simpler to just use the tickle charm on them? Rictumsempra?”
“True” Umbridge responded smiling “but doing this the old fashioned way it more fun” and none could counter that argument as Pansy Parkinson raised her hand and asked “Can we use other stuff to tickle their feet as well?” Umbridge gave a wide-toothed smile and answered “whatever you find In their bags feel free to use, oh and I’m awarding a personal 300 points to whoever can get them to sing first, good luck ” as she left the hall looking like a toad anticipating a fly.
On Umbridge’s departure their was a flurry of movement and silence as shoes and socks were quickly removed and hands were dug into bags to retrieve more “tickle tools” such as a hair brush and toothbrush from Hermione’s bag and a comb from Cho’s to use on their victim’s poor soles and within moments that silence was broken as quills attacked helpless feet and squeals of laughter filled the room.
Cho Chang squealed loudly as her sensitive black toenail-clad toes were tickled by a pair of scratchy quills, taking care to scratch real good along the undersides of her little toes and under them. Considering Cho’s status as a popular and pretty girl it wasn’t a surprise many were looking forward to getting her back for her hogging the spotlight as they used the comb they had stolen from Cho’s bag and immediately put it to use of her soles and toes. The scratching motion of the comb, which induced sensations similar to that of a rake, overloaded Cho’s soles with ticklish impulses, especially when they introduced the comb to Cho’s petite toes, making her throw her head back, her well kept dark hair moist with sweat, especially when they proceeded to saw the comb inbetween Cho’s ticklish toes .
Meanwhile opposite Cho, Hermione was losing her mind against Pansy Parkinson, as with every fluid up-to-down motion that Pansy delivered the same hairbrush scratch across her ticklish soles, she would erupt in giggles and wiggle her toes, inspiring Pansy to tickle those next, which led to Hermione squealing again only an octave higher. Pansy was working hard to make Hermione scream and not only did Pansy do it for the reward and to impress Professor Umbridge, she was enjoying herself tickling “miss know-it-all Granger” and especially watching Hermione suffer as she her ticklish soles were attacked by the dozens of bristles on the brush and as she fruitlessly attempted to escape her bonds.
Behind her, Luna “Loony” Lovegood was being taunted by a group of fourth-years: “Green nail polish Loony? Why you think its stop those Crumple-horned thingies from getting you?”They jeered, as they took their quills into her helpless toes, taking care to use the reverse end of the quill, the feathery end to saw in between her wiggling toes as this led her to flick her dirty-blonde head back and erupt in laughter. Also it seemed Luna’s ticklish green toenail-clad toes were getting the worse of the tickling as due to how there were more than enough Inquisitional Interrogaters than intergatees, they were often helping each other tickle their hapless victims. In Luna’s case since they seemed very keen to tickle those curiously green toenail-clad toes as those that weren’t assisting with the tickling would be sure to pull her toes back so that the quills could scratch all over her exposed ticklish flesh in between her toes, making sure no sensitive spot on those toes went untouched.
Next to her, in a scenario that certainly wasn’t any better ,was newly popular redhead Ginny Weasley who many had quite the grudge for, as she had been stealing the spotlight from quite a few, so it seemed the small crowd that had gathered around her were enjoying themselves. As they attacked that pair of extremely sensitive feet again and again, taking note of which spots were effective at making her squeal as they could pass their information onto the next pair of girls in line, feathery end in between her toes, scratchy quill along her instep, spidering finger motion across the ball of her foot, scratchy end across her arch, the list just went on and on, it only got worse for Ginny as they also soon realized that the most ticklish and “fun” spot on her feet was those sensitive red-toenail clad toes and that after they were tickled they would reflexively curl up making it less convenient for her tormentors to tickle her sweet spot in between her toes.
Good thing they soon realized that as long as they increase the intensity of tickling on her feet a little bit more, or attacked one of her many other sweet spots her toes would quickly unfurl and be easily quickly tickled again, making poor Ginny erupt into even more laughter. Within minutes Ginny’s already super ticklish feet had already taken so much torment, it seemed they were even more ticklish than they were when they started, which was bad news for Ginny. It went from bad to worst when one of the girls tickling Hermione (who also didn’t like Ginny) loaned Hermione’s toothbrush to them, “saying it could be better used on her”. And it was as soon as the toothbrush was first introduced to Ginny’s feet with a little scrub on her heel she threw her head back, her fiery red hair clinging to her face as she struggled to escape her bonds, which was as good as sign as any that the toothbrush was working it’s magic on her soles. After the rest of Ginny’s feet had been introduced to the toothbrush they started to bring it into what they knew was her most ticklish spot, her toes. and as soon as the toothbrush began scrubbing Ginny’s red-toenail clad toes, Ginny was instantly reduced to a giggling, drooling, screaming wreck which was as good as revenge for all the Slytherin girls who had lost the spotlight because of her. But by all means that didn’t mean they should stop. As they grabbed her big toe and isolated it so they could scrub little circles around the ball of her foot, trying to make her go wild with laughter, occasionally changing directions and dipping into her toes and in between them and with the dozens and dozens of bristles on the toothbrush, each one inciting it’s own ticklish response, it was tickle hell for Ginny who thought she could handle it, and as she felt she was coming close to her breaking point and was yelling with ticklish laughter to get Hermione to spill the beans and get these ruthless tormentors to stop tickling her poor, helpless and extremely ticklish feet “Ple-hi-hi-hease Hermione, just tell them haha hah”. This led to the group of girls who were working on Ginny’s feet stop momentary as they surveiled the situation. “So Granger? Are you gonna help your boyfriend’s sister or what?” The group jeered. When Pansy Parkinson and the other girls taking care of Hermione’s feet stopped to let her answer, Hermione caught her breath and spoke quietly staring at the ground “I can’t do this to him, I can’t betray him”.
One of the girls currently in charge of Ginny handed Pansy the toothbrush that had caused Ginny so much trouble saying “try this persuasive device” grinning. As Pansy pulled away and began to work the toothbrush on Hermione’s feet. Ginny could be heard muttering guiltily “least it’s not being used on me” however one of the Slytherin girls near her heard her and say with a sly grin “your not out of the action yet” as Ginny could feel the skittering of fingers of her soles and giggles aching to burst out.
Hermione wasn’t doing nearly as well enduring her torture as Ginny’s plea had eroded her spirit and guilt wasn’t doing her any good, oh and the toothbrush currently busy scrubbing her toes while her other foot was attacked by the hairbrush wasn’t helping either. Hermione could only scream with laughter as she felt hundreds of bristles attacking her extremely ticklish feet. As she heard pleas from the other members that were being interrogated like Cho Chang, begging Hermione to stop so the girls would stop feathering her toes and dreamy Luna, suddenly wide awake and having to endure torment as the evil girls tickling her would often quote her father’s paper “The Quibbler”, by etching her father’s homemade spellwork tips onto her with their quills, scribbling on her soles as if they were parchment. Hermione could only watch as Luna writhed and thrashed as the cruel girls held her toes back, keeping her from being even able to scrunch her toes as the girls began to slowly quote of her father’s “tips”, taking care to emphasize the first few words by slowly inscribing them with the sharp scratchy quill on Luna’s sensitive toes and slowly scratching on the rest of her poor ticklish sole the body of the text. Luna wasn’t openly begging Hermione to make them stop but it didn’t take a mind-reader to figure out that she wanted nothing more than for this to stop.
Finally, after a good, generous dose of tickle torture, the Inquisitional squad had broken Hermione Granger and Umbridge was here to see the feat in person.
“I’ll tell you everything” Hermione whimpered her hands over her eyes “just stop putting me and my friends through this”. “The weapon is in the forbidden forest we’ll take you there” Hermione mumbled as she let out a sob.
Umbridge gave Hermione a toad-like grin “It is done. Now we and Mr. Potter can have a nice conversation, we shall go find him and then we will go to the Forbidden forest, Inquisitional Squad guard them”.
End – Read the book if you want to know what happens next in canon(non-tickling), just read off from page 662(Book5)