Chapter Two! Whoop!
Just to say, I wrote this story to take place in the future because I tend to make characters very Out Of Character. I'm going to make this short, as I want to update my other story as well: Children the Angels From Hell. Still, enjoy!
Chapter Two. The First Activity.
Hermione yawned and woke up. Her first thought was to go back to sleep in this extremely comfortable bed, but then she actually was knocked awake when a stray hand knocked against the polished dark wood bedside table.
"Ow," she moaned, clutching her wrist. "Hey…What's that?"
On the table was a slightly fizzing blue drink in a glass. Beside it was a note.
To Ms. Hermione Granger:
This drink is a Muggle concoction, made from fruit and a type of fizzing drink: Sprite, as we believe it's called. As many guests liked it, we had it delivered to your suite as a morning drink. We hope you enjoy it as well.
If you like it, please write a note at the bottom of this paper. Thank you.
"Oh well," Hermione shrugged, and took a sip. It was rather good, and Hermione finished it in half a minute.
She took the black fountain pen by the note and wrote 'Yes. I liked it,' at the bottom.
In beautifully written cursive, another note suddenly replaced the past one.
It said:
To Ms. Hermione Granger,
The Wizarding Island Resort is holding a 'scuba diving,' as Muggles call it, activity at 2.00 PM today. Please show up wearing a bathing suit, and bringing a nice outfit, as afterwards we have a party.
Yes, Hermione decided, she was going.
So at 2.00 she arrived in a sundress wearing a red bikini inside. (The bikini was courtesy of Ginny. Of course, Ginny being Ginny she had to choose a bikini that was tied at the shoulders and back.) Hermione thought it was rather too revealing for her taste, but Ginny had persuaded her—more like forced her, Hermione thought—and stuffed the bikini in her suitcase.
At the shore of the beach were gathered around 40 people, and three instructors were standing on a raised wooden platform.
"Hello, ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls," one of the instructors smiled.
Boys and girls? Oh. There were two boys and two girls standing with their parents at the side.
"Oh, and Mr. Malfoy," the instructor added.
Malfoy was approaching from the hotel. He came up to stand beside Hermione.
"Nice beds, huh?" he asked conversationally.
"I could barely wake up!" Hermione laughed.
"I agree. Oh, look, the Great Idiot and her crew!" Malfoy pointed.
Hermione looked in that direction and chuckled. "Where are the Disney swimsuits?" she teased quietly.
Malfoy was in the process of getting his wand out when Hermione stopped him.
"Wait. I have a better idea. Later," she added when she saw his inquisitive look. "But really, the Great Idiot has horrible taste," she said, smiling.
Indeed.
The so-called 'Great Idiot' was wearing a strapless, very neon pink bikini. Her friends were wearing similar ones, only with neon yellow (blinding), green (alien), and orange (Yuck! Is that the sun?) colored bikinis.
They strutted down the beach in matching stilettos, hips swaying in a disgusting fashion.
"They're doing it all wrong," Hermione observed. "They can't even walk properly in heels."
"And you can?" Malfoy asked.
"Sure," Hermione answered. She ran in front of the Idiot Group, took off her sundress, and transfigured her flats into stilettos. Hermione model-walked back to Malfoy, her steps graceful and confidently beautiful at the same time.
The Great Idiot and her friends, compared to Hermione, were pieces of trash.
Malfoy applauded.
The Idiot scowled and tried to make her walk better, but with bent legs and over-done swaying she stumbled and crashed into a palm tree.
Hermione began laughing uncontrollably, and Malfoy joined her.
"You bitch!" the idiot shrieked once she removed her face from the tree. Stuck in her hair were lots of little frays from the trunk, and her brilliantly red lipstick was smeared all over the place.
"What did I do?" Hermione asked innocently.
Of course, she hadn't done anything.
"You're a genius," Malfoy told her.
"Thanks," Hermione smiled warmly at him.
The Idiot's friends were trying to model-walk. One fell. One splashed into the ocean. And one was even so bad as to a) trip over a rock, b) skid over the grass on her stomach, and c) do a somersault into the ocean.
Hermione had a stitch in her side, tears were coming out of her eyes, and she was close to rolling on the ground.
"Alright, guests," an instructor yelled energetically, "Bubble head charms on!"
"I know a better spell," Hermione whispered to Malfoy. Tapping her head, she whispered, "Oxygidus."
Malfoy copied her.
"Alright, guests!" the instructor beamed, "Pressure charms on! Say, reflectus!"
"Reflectus!" everyone roared, all feeling very much like they were in school again.
"Choose your partners!"
Hermione held Malfoy's hand, ignoring the sudden thrill that thrummed through her.
(Wasn't that awesome? 'Thrill that thrummed through?')
"Okay, everyone!" the instructor roared. "Be out in two hours! The charms will vanish in three unless you take it off sooner! In one, two, three!"
Hermione did an elegant dive, Malfoy following right behind.
She immediately headed into deeper waters, searching for beautiful fish, corals, and more exotic animals.
Malfoy was three feet behind.
Hermione had just let out a breath and was about to breath in when something tapped her head and her Oxygidus charm was removed.
She spluttered as she breathed in water, and spots swam in front of her eyes. Faintly, she saw two fuzzy neon pink spots as well as green, orange, and yellow ones holding back a black one. She began to lose consciousness and sink, and her last thought was, 'Are hands TOUCHING that black spot?!'
I'm not going to be so evil. I'm adding another few paragraphs! Thank me!
Hermione opened her eyes dizzily as she blearily took in her surroundings. She was in a dull, grey-walled room with only a brown pullout couch against one wall. The singular window was barred, and the wooden door had no lock. It probably was locked from the outside.
Then she began to panic when she realized she was secured to a wooden chair, her hands bound behind. Her feet were also secured to the two front legs of the chair, and she found she was still in her red bikini, with two red stilettos on her feet.
She had not worn the stilettos to swim.
Something was up, and that thought was confirmed when the Idiot entered the room, grinning evilly.
"Hello, mudblood," she said in a simpering honey-sweet voice. "Glad to see you're awake."
"Let me go!" Hermione shouted.
"Oh, I never tied you up!" the Idiot cackled. "By the way, my name is…Master."
"What?" Hermione yelled. "What a stupid name! Really!"
"Nope," the Idiot smiled, baring her teeth, "That's not my real name…"
Hermione dreaded the next sentence already.
"…That's what you'll call me."
Yup. Hermione had expected it.
"As for who tied you up," the Idiot threw back and laughed, "It was your friend."
Malfoy entered the room, and Hermione gasped.
But there was something wrong with him.
His eyes were blank.
Being the smart witch she was, Hermione immediately came to the (correct) conclusion.
As if she'd read Hermione's mind, the Idiot laughed.
"Oh, yes, he's Imperiused. Isn't it wonderful? Yes!" she said, and waved her wand.
Malfoy immediately bent down to kiss her.
Hermione felt boiling rage well up inside her.
"You're in for it, you little piece of good-for-nothing shit!" Hermione yelled.
"Oh, not yet," the Great Idiot grinned. Waving her wand, Malfoy came over to Hermione and robotically lifted her, chair and all, onto the couch, face-first.
"Guess what, bitch?" the Idiot chuckled. "You're going to be humiliated."
Waving her wand and taking out a wizard camera, she stood back to watch.
Malfoy used his wand to vanish the back of the chair and rebind Hermione's hands to the bottom of the couch. Then he began to spank her bottom.
Hard.
The idiot cackled manically and took a picture. Putting it in front of Hermione, she said, "Look. The great Hermione Granger! Oh yes!"
Hermione choked back sobs as she watched herself get spanked again and again. Her hands, which where gripping the couch in pain, became numb.
Fairly soon, her bottom was numb as well.
Hermione's eyes watered.
The Idiot's friends came in to watch and laugh.
Hermione began to cry.
I was planning to end much sooner, but I was worried I'd forget. Was that bad? Too violent? I'm a soft kind of person, and I hate violence.