A/N: This story is rated M. Content warning: Sexual content (erotica, kidnapping, humiliation), strong language
Chapter 1
Ten years after the Battle of Hogwarts...
Ginny Weasley's head was spinning. Her field of vision blurred before her eyes, filling in slowly to form a dimly lit room she didn't recognize. She realized she was lying on a circular rug in the center of a large room with marble floors, a high ceiling, and dark red curtains draped all around its walls, save for the doorway ahead. She lifted her head off of the soft carpet of the floor and, using her hands to brace herself, gingerly got to her feet... only to stumble and fall onto her backside.
"What the...?" she exclaimed. Looking down at her uncooperative feet, Ginny was surprised to see that she was wearing a pair of shiny black stiletto pumps, their heels several inches high. Each one bore a thin black ankle strap firmly buckling her feet in. She reached down and began pulling at the clasp of one of the shoes to free herself, but found that she was entirely unable to unbuckle it. Her breath quickened, her dull panic still overshadowed by a sense of great confusion. That was when she noticed the white thigh high stockings. Now panic was beginning to set in in earnest. She stood up, mindful this time of the stiletto heels, and looked down at her legs. The thin material of the stockings did indeed rise all the way up each of her legs, stopping quite high on her thighs and topped with a delicate and intricate lace pattern. She reached down and tried to get a finger between the material and her leg to try to pry it loose, but found it just as unyielding as the ankle strap.
"What in Merlin's name?" she gasped between panicked breaths. Each of her hands wore a dainty white glove of what seemed to be the same material as the stockings, with the very same lace pattern at her wrists. She whirled around as she tried desperately to extricate herself from the gloves, and that was when she saw herself in the floor length mirror propped against the wall.
She was dressed from head to toe in a fetishistic French maid uniform. The shiny black pumps were polished to a mirror shine, and drew her eyes upward along the thigh high stockings (held snugly in place without the need for a garter), to an impossibly short black frilly skirt with lace trim. The skirt fanned out ever so slightly, threatening to billow up at the slightest breeze. A little white apron was held in place by an impeccable white ribbon that she found tied into a bow behind her back, just above her backside. The tiny black uniform hugged her every curve, leaving very little to the imagination. The short sleeves formed slight puffs at the top of her shoulders, and were trimmed with lace. The lace-trimmed neckline plunged deep and, Ginny discovered to her horror, exposed a generous amount of cleavage. The realization caused her breaths to come more rapidly, and her breasts heaved and threatened to expose themselves from their constraints. The uniform even seemed to flatter them and make them appear slightly larger, she thought. Her flaming red hair flowed down in a long mane and, she saw at last, was topped with a puffy white cap seemingly held in place by nothing. As she approached the mirror in stunned disbelief, she saw that she was wearing a thin black choker necklace with an oval-shaped charm made of gold dangling from the front. In the reflection she could make out the engraving: "Ginny Weasley." Even her makeup had been applied on her freckled face to highly detailed effect.
Someone had dressed her immaculately as a fetishist's dream come true.
Now her horror and disbelief mingled and rose to their fullest heights. In a frenzy, she tugged and pulled at any part of the uniform, eager to rid herself of some part of it but found every inch of it stubbornly clinging to her body. It was infuriating and demeaning and she swore up and down that she would use every curse she knew on the person responsible. In her maniacal state, she stumbled on one of the towering stilettos and fell onto the rug.
"Hello...?" called a familiar voice from somewhere beyond the doorway.
Ginny whirled around in terror, wobbled back to her feet, and walked gingerly through the doorway out into a hallway the curved sharply ahead. It was impossible to keep quiet, as the high heels clicked on the marble floors and echoed out in all directions. "He- hello?" she called back tentatively. Her pace quickened, her heart hammering in her chest. The marble hallway straightened out now and, Ginny saw, forked into four directions, each one draped in the same red curtains and lit with a series of ornate chandeliers at the top of their high ceilings. Hesitating for only a moment, the distant sound of clicking heels approached from the leftmost fork, so she set out along that path and called "hello" periodically.
"Are you there?" called the familiar voice, but it couldn't be...
Ginny quickened her pace even more, eager to see the friendly face that voice had to belong to. The hallway veered sharply left one more time and there stood Hermione Granger. Ginny's jaw dropped in shock. One of her dearest friends stood before her, dressed in precisely the same outrageous maid's uniform Ginny wore herself. Hermione's bushy brown hair fell past her shoulders as it always had, and her brown eyes were wide in mingled terror and relief. Ginny had always thought of Hermione as rather pretty, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined seeing her dressed in such an absurdly sexualized manner. Aside from her terrified facial expression, Hermione looked pin-up model perfect.
"Oh my goodness, Ginny!" she gasped breathlessly as she stepped forward to pull her into a tight embrace. "I am so glad to see you! Well, of course, not under these circumstances specifically, but it's been so long and... and..." She took a moment to compose herself. "What the hell do you make of all of this exactly? Have you seen anything?"
"I don't know! I just woke up in a room all the way back there a moment ago," she replied as she gestured vaguely behind her. "Hermione, I... I think we've been kidnapped."
"We all thought the same thing." She beckoned to Ginny to follow her and the pair of them walked eagerly in the direction Hermione had came from. "It's horrible to think so but we still can't explain these ridiculous uniforms. There must be some dark magic keeping us stuck wearing them. I look simply ludicrous."
"Who's 'we'?" Ginny asked.
"Oh! Well, I woke up and wandered around for a short while before I ran into Luna. Cho's here as well. Cho Chang, you remember. And there's, well, you'll see. Just hurry!"
They quickened to a brisk strut, stopping short of running for fear of falling thanks to the horribly impractical stilleto pumps. Hermione led her as if from memory, up and down a series of corridors with no distinct features. Everything looked as similar to Ginny as the room she initially woke up in. Despite their predicament, Ginny couldn't help but feel incredibly reassured that she had Hermione by her side. If anyone was going to be clever enough to get them out of this, it would surely be Hermione Granger.
At last they came to an opulent spiral staircase that led them down through a vast domed hallway beneath a spectacularly large chandelier. Several doors and hallways shot off in different directions on either side of the hall. Before they could go too far, Hermione made an abrupt right turn down a narrow corridor and into a modestly sized parlour.
"I'm back," Hermione announced. "And look who I've found!"
Ginny was greeted by the sight of four girls dressed exactly as she and Hermione were. With a sharp shock, she recognized Luna Lovegood immediately. Her best friend was leaning passively against a windowsill, her long, dirty blonde hair draped over one shoulder. "Oh, hello Ginny," Luna called out in her casually dreamy voice as if the two of them had just happened to pass each other in a public place. Ginny's jaw dropped. For so long she had been accustomed to seeing Luna wearing wool cardigans and long pleated skirts, that her eyes took quite some time to adjust to seeing her in a naughty maid uniform that hugged and flattered her every curve.
Beside her was Cho Chang, who Ginny had not seen since graduating Hogwarts. She remembered her as being the somewhat shy and introverted girl who had been her husband Harry's first crush. The sight of her dolled up like some fetishistic fuck toy was almost as jarring as the image of Luna or Hermione dressed as such. Cho was fidgeting uncomfortably, constantly trying to pull down her highly revealing skirt to no avail.
On the far right of the room and sitting on a high leather stool was the girl Ginny recognized as Parvati Patil. Her dark hair shimmered out behind her and, combined with her olive skin tone and the way she sat with her arms folded and legs crossed, made her look like an irresistible seductress. She gave Ginny a small smile and a wave when she saw her.
Standing in the center of the room, and towering over all of them, stood Romilda Vane. Tall, voluptuous, and vain as her name, Romilda was sex on stilts. Her arms were crossed and her hips were cocked to one side, a look of haughty indignation on her face. Of all the girls in the room, Romilda's skirt seemed to be the most in danger of revealing far too much.
"See any way out of here?" Romilda asked Ginny right away.
"Nothing. I woke up in a room somewhere up a flight of stairs. Hermione found me and led me straight here. I can't believe you all found each other, this place is so big!"
"Well," Romilda went on, sounding disappointed. "It's not much different for any of us. I woke up an hour or so ago on the far side of that domed hallway just out there. I wandered around for a while and we sort of found each other one by one. For all we know there could be more of us and- Cho will you stop with that already?" she shouted, clearly fed up with Cho's fidgeting. "These uniforms aren't coming off!"
Cho looked up suddenly, an intimidated look on her face. It wasn't hard for Ginny to see why; Romilda was so tall, especially in high heeled pumps, that she loomed over Cho. "Sorry," she replied meekly. "This is just so uncomfortable. I wish I had my wand."
Ginny reached instinctively to where her robes would be if she had been wearing them. Her wand was, of course, nowhere to be found, and the tight little maid's uniform didn't exactly have a great number of places to hold it. "Does anyone know where their wands are?"
"No," said Parvati sadly. "We've looked everywhere, as far as we could go without getting lost or separated. Until Hermione left and found you, that is."
"Oh my!" exclaimed Hermione. "Ginny, you can perform wandless magic, can't you?"
"I- what? No! I mean, I've..." she stammered. It was true, Ginny had dedicated a great deal of time to learning wandless magic since graduating Hogwarts, but she was rusty to put it mildly and had not even attempted it in years. Besides, wandless magic already required such a great deal of concentration and mental discipline that if Hermione had not mastered yet, then Ginny didn't have a prayer.
"What?" shouted Romilda excitedly, taking several excited strides toward Ginny. "You have to try! What choice do we have?"
Ginny hesitated, looking around the room at them all. Every expectant eye was on her. "I'll give it a try," she said at last. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Thinking with all her might of her husband and three children, she opened her eyes, gestured her palm directly and confidently at the ribbon binding Romilda's waist and muttered "Alohamora."
A moment's silence passed. Romilda reached behind her back slowly and gave a firm tug at the ribbon. It didn't budge. "Do it again," she said encouragingly.
"Alohamora!" she shouted, far more confidently this time. "Alohamora! Alohamora! ALOHAMORA!"
None of it made a difference. "Dammit!" she cursed and wailed, and began pacing absentmindedly. It was frustrating and humiliating beyond belief. She felt an overwhelming need to get home to her family, away from this awful place and out of this preposterous outfit.
"I'm afraid you'll have to keep the uniforms on, ladies."
The voice came seemingly from nowhere, from the very walls themselves. Everyone froze and looked around in search of the speaker.
"Who the fuck are you?" demanded Romilda.
"I'm your host at the moment, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't curse."
"Where are we?" shouted Ginny as she continued to search the walls in vain.
"You are in the Training Centre. It's so wonderful to see the six most beautiful women to ever attend Hogwarts in one place, but I'd like to put you to the test before I admit you into my service."
"Where are our wands? Our clothes?" yelled a wide-eyed Cho, fighting back tears.
"They're in a safe place," responded the voice. "And I'm afraid that magic, wandless or otherwise, won't do you much good in here. For now, we're going to have a bit of a fun exercise. I have five tasks for you to complete to determine who is best suited to serve as a maid in my mansion. The winner will be free to go in one day, I give you my word. The other five, well..." An ominous pause lingered in the air. "Let's just say you'll have a lot of time to improve your work habits."
Ginny struggled to comprehend all of this. 'The six most beautiful women to ever attend Hogwarts' he had said. "Do we... do we know you?"
"Never mind that for now. It's already time for our first task. The first challenge is the most basic. I would like to test your ability to follow instructions, therefore I'd like you all to be silent for the moment. From there, we'll-"
"Oh fuck all of this!" screamed Parvati suddenly, as she leapt off the high leather stool and began gesturing wildly in every direction. Her hair flew out and whipped every which way. She looked quite hysterical. "If you think we're just going to stand here while you-"
In an instant, something very bizarre happened. Parvati stopped screaming at once and snapped to a perfect stationary position and drew herself up to her fullest height. Her hands were folded gently over one another in front of her, and an eerie, polite-looking smile was frozen on her face. Only her eyes moved, searching frantically to and fro.
Ginny was awe-struck. Tip-toeing cautiously toward the immobile girl, she saw that the engraved name on the charm around her neck was glowing a brilliant pink.
"And already we have our first disqualification," said the voice, sounding rather disappointed. "The first task was fairly self-explanatory but I suppose it was only a matter of time. Parvati, if you'll kindly go to the mansion's lobby and wait there? I'd greatly appreciate it."
Parvati gave a graceful yet robotic curtsy, turned sharply on her heel, and marched swiftly right toward a far wall in the parlour. Before she could walk headlong into it, a section of the wall hissed and slid open, revealing a secret doorway. She stepped through and the door closed swiftly behind her before any of the girls could think to stop her.
"Isn't technology amazing? Very well, then!" continued the voice as though nothing had happened. "It's time for our second task. Ladies, if you'll move along to the library, we can begin right away."
A faint blue light suddenly appeared on the marble floor, glowing softly and forming a line on the ground that they were meant to follow out of the parlour and out beyond the domed hallway.
Ginny looked around in stunned disbelief at the others and saw that their looks of shock mirrored her own. She looked down at the naughty maid's uniform that held her in bondage, reached absentmindedly to the charm around her neck, and wondered what surprises were in store for them next.