#harry potter tickle

[xflippinfrogx]

No title because I’m lazy

A/N~ Heyy sorry I’ve been so inactive the last while I’ve had severe writers block but I’ll try my best to get a few things done in the next week or so.. well hopefully lmao!! Yes it is another marauders post but it’s been in my drafts for over a year and plus I rarely see any new ones so why not put some out there myself?? Anyways enjoy the fic and I’ll hopefully write again soon💕

🛑WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC IF YOU DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ🛑

Lee(s): Mainly James but also Sirius, Remus and Peter

Ler(s): James, Sirius kinda Remus and Peter

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James Potter was what people would call a very tactile person. He showed his love and affection through touch.

He was never seen without an arm around Peter or his hands tangled in Remus’ hair. Sirius never thought about his actions until today when he was visited by a familiar friend of his..

The tickle monster.

“Jahaahahamehes stAHAP IHIHIT” He writhed beneath his attacker. James let up noticing the alarming colour of red that had engulfed Sirius’ face.

“Maybe next time don’t provoke me then okay?” He smirked.

Sirius was left alone sat on his bed when he began to think. James was always tickling him and the others, it was just another way he showed affection. But then it suddenly hit him that it was always James doing the tickling..

He couldn’t remember the last time James had been properly reduced to a pile of giggles and tears. He could name hundreds of times James was doing the “reducing”.

He decided to watch carefully for the next while to see if he could figure out if maybe James was actually doing this in hope of receiving the same affection back..

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That evening, Peter spilled ink over an essay James had spent ages working on and they all knew exactly what was about to happen to poor Pete. He apologised hundreds of times but James had already set his target.

Immediately the room was filled with please and squeals as James got his well deserved revenge. It only lasted a minute or two but Peter was a mess by the end. He helped James clean up the mess and re write his essay and everything went back to how it was.

Sirius however hadn’t missed the slightest blush grazing his best friends face and a look of what he thought was disappointment?

Was James hoping it would escalate further into him being the victim? Definitely. In all honesty Sirius could just put James out of his misery and tickle him then and there but he was enjoying watching his friend become embarrassed and flustered by the situation.

Anyways, he needed to be 100% sure that James was really looking to be tickled before he struck. You know, incase he didn’t actually like it and Sirius was misreading the whole thing..

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The next morning as always, James was the first to wake. The only difference is that Sirius woke up early too, he was too giddy about his experiment to sleep any longer.

Peter got up as well hearing the other two pottering about the dorm. Only Remus remained in his bed. As Sirius had predicted, James wasn’t having it.

When James is up everyone has to be up.

He had already called Remus to wake up multiple times. The others knew Remus hated mornings but James wouldn’t take no for an answer, even if it was a Saturday. James quietly tip toed towards the unsuspecting boy and crawled carefully onto his bed. With one leg either side of his friends torso he began to lightly walk his fingers up and down his sides.

Remus was laying on his stomach, hands above his head, leaving his entire back and sides completely vulnerable. He shuddered feeling the light pressure from James’ hands.

Too tired to know what was happening, Remus just lay there for a moment. Half asleep, he began to squirm and James’ actions had drawn a few sleepy giggles from the boy.

“Moony don’t make me do this, wake up mate!!” James insisted. All he got in return from Remus was a grunt.

“You leave me no choice..” He rapidly spidered his hands all over his ribs and sides. Remus jerked and burst into fits of giggles.

Once again it didn’t last long, just enough time for Remus to get in a few pokes himself, nothing major. James however fell off the bed in suprise!!

“James, don’t ever do that again or I swear to Merlin I’ll murder you!!,”Remus said helping James up off the floor.

This time, James’ face had very obviously reddened but Remus had the decency not to mention it.

Sirius did not.

“Mate you are as red as Lily’s hair, you alright?” He remarked with a grin

“Just fine thanks Pads.”

James rushed off and the others didn’t see much of him that day. Sirius suspected he must have been rather embarrassed and needed some alone time.

•~•~•~•~•

That evening James returned to the dorm back to his usual bubbly self.

Sirius decided he had waited long enough and now was his time to strike.

James sat by Peter and Remus, they were currently in the middle of a very intense game of exploding snap. Sirius moved quietly from his bed to the floor behind James.

It was James’ turn and Sirius decided it was now or never. James went to place his card when he felt two hands kneading his sides. He elicited a loud shriek and his card fell from his hands causing a minor explosion.

“Haha James you lose!!” Peter laughed dusting off the ash from his face.

“C’mon Pete let’s get cleaned up, we’ll be back for round two in a bit James!” Remus explained. The real reason he was dragging Peter out of there was because he totally knew what was going on and he wanted to, well, help Sirius on his investigation.

“Sorry James, that was a pretty illegal move there. I know you hate when I do that, I won’t anymore, promise.” Sirius was really trying to rile him up now.

“I uhm, I don’t mind it.” James mumbled so quietly that if sirius had been any further from him he wouldn’t have noticed he’d even spoke.

“You what?” He asked with an underlying tone of mischief. Finally, James turned to face him and blurted out “I saidthatIdontmindit-”

“Don’t mind what prongs?” Sirius enquired with a smirk on his face. “When you.. you know.” He gestured his hand at Sirius trying to explain what he meant. Sirius acted as though he had no idea what James was on about. “God Sirius I don’t mind when you tickle me ok!? You’re awful at taking hints,” he huffed while simultaneously covering his red hot face.

“No need for the attitude Potter,” he rolled his eyes in false annoyance and swiftly brought his hands down to his friend’s sides again preparing for attack. “You’re in no position to be rude right now.”

James burst into laughter as he was tickled to pieces on the dormitory floor. Even if you hadn’t done all the research Sirius had on him it was clear that James was really enjoying himself. He had one of those smiles plastered across his face where it was so wide he felt that if it got any wider that his cheeks would split. Sirius mirrored this because seeing his best friend so happy was everything he could want.

James didn’t even try to flee at this point because a mutual understanding was formed between them that this wasn’t embarrassing and he could just enjoy himself.

He spent the majority of that evening giggling away as Sirius poked, squeezed and scribbled over every spot he could find and it sent James into hysterics. Once Sirius reached his ribs though, he lost it.

“OHOKAHAHAY OKAHAY THAHATS ENOUGH!! PLEHEHEASE”

“Hmmm I don’t know Jamesie are you sure you’ve received all the attention you so clearly wanted?”

“YEHES”

“You 100% certain?” He was really teasing now.

“SIRIUHUS IHIM GONNA KILL YOHOUU”

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

The curly headed boy flopped over as he regained his breath, hands attempting to rub away the phantom tickles he felt lingering.

“James you know if you really wanted me to do that you could’ve just asked?” Sirius was actually being sincere this time around, he wanted James to know he wasn’t judging at all.

“It was just embarrassing I guess, not really the normal thing to like eh?” He was still terribly red but he kept his wide smile.

“Doesn’t mean it’s embarrassing, sure I’m going to tease the hell out of you about this for the rest of your life but really, it’s not something to hide,” he grinned that Sirius black grin as his friend shoved at his shoulder.

“Thanks mate, I appreciate” sarcasm dripped from his voice but he smiled getting up from the floor.

They spent the rest of the evening playing exploding snap and yes Sirius did use that illegal move many more times but they all knew James didn’t mind. Let’s just say the next time he set off the cards he seemed to find his punishment very amusing and the gryfindor boys dorm was filled with laughter once again.

[bookishtickles]

Hey! I love your Harry Potter fics! I was wondering if you could do a longer one where Sirius decides he wants to test Harry's ticklishness (even though he already knows he is incredibly ticklish). Chaos ensues. If not thats okay to. Thanks!

Hey sooo I know you sent this 3 years ago and I don’t know if you still want this or even remember it, but I’m active again and going through my prompts, and you’re the first one I’m doing!

Also, breaking canon

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Sirius went up to where Harry’s room was in Grimmauld Place. The 13 year old had just moved in, and he knew Harry would be waking up right about now. He wondered if Harry remembered any of the night before: when Sirius, teasing him, poked him in the belly and heard Harry squeak and claim he’s not ticklish, he was just scared

Little does Harry know, Sirius already knows how ticklish Harry is: he tickled Harry when Harry was just a baby, and remembers how much the baby laughed when Sirius blew on his belly or tickled his ribs

Luckily Harry was already awake, looking at one of his books: Quidditch Through the Ages. When Sirius walked in, Harry grinned brightly

“How was sleeping in your new bed?” Sirius asks, sitting on the bed next to the small boy. Harry said it was good, and then Sirius continued, “By the way, you know I have to test out what I learned last night, right? And see where you’re ticklish and how much.”

Harry’s green eyes widened in an almost comical way. He stammers, “I-I’m not- d-don’t—!”

“If you’re not then you have nothing to worry about!” Sirius says mischievously as he grabs Harry’s foot and scribbles over Harry’s heel and sole

Immediately, Harry’s giggling loudly, wriggling around, trying to free his foot. “Sihihihirius!”

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” Sirius smirked, tickling with more ferocity and Harry’s laugh went up a notch, but not as much as when Sirius went to the toes. Harry yelped, toes curling

“WAHAHAHAIT!”

“For what?” Sirius smirked, eyes gleaming evilly from the poor boy’s sensitivity. He dragged Harry closer to where he was sitting, raking Harry’s pajama top up to his ribs, exposing his belly. But Sirius didn’t immediately jump to his feast on Harry’s tummy, he had other spots to try before digging into his dessert. Sirius instead went to Harry’s knees, spidering them into Harry’s knobbly knees, sitting himself on Harry’s legs

Harry covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laugh, embarrassed and cheeks burning red at this situation. He shook his head no while he squeaked and giggled, but he was so touch starved for so long he didn’t mind this actually. Sirius also noticed Harry took no bother to pull his shirt down and protect his tummy…

Sirius moved up, now sitting on Harry’s waist, fingers lightly moving up Harry’s sides, “You know, I’m starting to get a little hungry.” Sirius said in a low, dangerous growl

Harry’s stomach dropped as his heart simultaneously jumped. He was all too familiar with the “I’m hungry” act from Fred and George

“A-are you?”

“But before I go eat-“ Sirius says and then spiders in Harry’s neck. This was unexpected: Harry’s shoulders scrunch up and so do his hands, trying to push Sirius’ hands away

“AGHAHAHAHA- NAHAHAHA!” Harry laughs loudly, trying to twist away

“And where do you think you’re going?” Sirius chuckles, kneading into Harry’s belly

This got him the best. Harry squeals in laughter, glasses falling down crooked, and now he’s really trying to wriggle away. “EEEEHEHEHEHE!”

“Now, what do we have here?” Sirius growls evilly like he’s only just noticed Harry’s belly as he grabs Harry’s wrists, pinning them down by Harry’s head. “I think this will do for my meal!” He says as he slowly leans down to Harry’s tummy

Harry could feel his heart racing and his belly tremble at the incoming attack, but also secretly excited and even happy that Sirius is making sure he won’t be able to wriggle away, nor push his head away or even try to cover his tummy because with Fred and George, it’s fun, but his instincts to wriggle away take over. But now that won’t matter

“Oh nohohoho,” Harry couldn’t help but squeak out at Sirius

“Oh yes,” Sirius says dangerously and darkly, leaning down to Harry’s belly, and blew

Harry immediately squealed, wrists futilely pulling at Sirius’ hands, and legs kicking but all he could do is throw his head back and squeal in his laughter. Sirius smirks, then leans down and blew again, his sharp, rough beard makes this tickle so much more than when Fred or George does it. Harry pleads, “NOHOHOHO MOOOORE!”

“Alright alright,” Sirius lets him up, but not without chuckling, “I know all your spots now. And I think your tummy may be my breakfast every morning from now on.”

[valiantphantomangel]

Hi! Do you think you could do a Cedric X Reader where he likes to trap Reader in tickle hugs until she falls to the floor and he follows her down and wrecks her on the floor?

The boyfriend

"you know Y/N for someone who is very bratty your awfully ticklish" Cedric said with a grin as he tickled your sides while trapping you in a bear hug from behind.

"what did I do this timehihihihih" you giggle as you lean back against him, squirming in his hold.

"nothing but you're just too adorable for your own good" he said with a grin as he spidered up your sides and blew a raspberry in your neck.

"CedricHIHIHIH" you laughed loudly as you fell to the ground to try and escape his tickling which of course didn't work because the smug bastard just followed you down and pinned your back against his chest, giving him full access to all your death spots.

"Now where should I go next" he mused as he squeezed your knees which you laughed almost hysterically at and tried to hit him "Hey! That's not very nice!".

He pulled your arms up and wiggled his fingers in your armpit.

"NO HAHAHAHAH" you cackled as you squirmed around.

"Aww~ tickle tickle tickle~" he cooed as he scribbled over your tummy.

"CedricHIHIHIH!" You scream with laughter as you trash around.

"yeah that's my name" he grinned as he continued his tickle attack.

You continue to laugh for what felt like hours before your laughter went silent and Cedric stopped, pulling you up to sit on his lap with a fond smile while wrapping his arms around you gently.

"You are the worst" you giggle as you breath heavily, leaning into your boyfriend's embrace.

"And you are the sweetest, most adorable and coolest person ever" he smiled as he booped your nose and snuggled with you for the rest of the night.

[misterloneliness]

This is the first time I am writing such a story, so I ask you to leave a review about the work, it will help me in the future.

Also, I am not a native English speaker and this is the first time I upload to this application, please forgive me for mistakes.

Have fun reading.)

Amy's laugh

The rays of the sun touched the girl's face, causing her to frown and open her eyes. She looked around and, not finding her lover, went in search of him.

After going downstairs, the girl noticed a man on the couch.

"How strange," she thought.

The man was fast asleep, suspecting nothing. Approaching the sofa, she carefully sat down on its edge so as not to wake her lover. For several minutes she watched the sleeping man, not understanding why he was sleeping here and not next to her in bed. Still half asleep, she lay down next to him, carefully hiding her head on his chest. She lay there, enjoying his calm breathing, her fingers lightly sliding over his chest, leaving invisible patterns. The girl moved her head to her lover's shoulder and stared intently at his face, delving into every detail, while her fingers continued to create their patterns on his body, rising and falling. She studied his serene expression carefully until a gentle smile flashed across his face, followed by a pleasant sigh. The girl smiled and took her hand away. The man didn't like it very much.

- So you're not sleeping! She smiled slyly.

- As you can see. The man smiled back. - And you could have returned the hand.

The girl laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her hand, which caused her lover to look at her with displeasure.

- Why did you sleep here? She asked with a serious expression on her face.

- Well, yesterday you said that I was bothering you, so I left.

- Well, you went to bed, and I had to repeat the script. I asked: "Am I bothering you?" And when he received an affirmative answer, he left.

The girl sat down on the sofa.

-I'm sorry, Gary, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. I... I...- she repeated, almost crying.

- Hey, honey. What are you?

The man sat down next to his beloved.

-I'm sorry, - she whispered, hiding her face in her hands.

- Honey, it's not your fault. It's all good. The man comforted her, stroking her hands.

-No! I always ruin everything!

- What? Don't talk nonsense!

The girl looked at Gary.

- Amy, honey, calm down, nothing terrible happened. It's not your fault! Do you understand me?! The man smiled tenderly, trying to comfort his beloved.

- Yes....

- That's nice.

The man hugged the girl tightly and pushed her back onto the sofa with him.

- And now to sleep.

- You just woke up. The girl smiled, patting the strands of Gary's hair that had fallen on her face.

- Yes, but I slept alone, and now I want to be with you.

-As you wish, Mr. Oldman.- Amy grinned, resting her head on her lover's chest.

Gary gently pulled his beloved to him, placing his hands on her waist. The man plunged into her curls and inhaled the sweet fragrance with pleasure.

- Honey.- the man decided to break the silence.

- Yes?

- Can I ask you a few questions? If you don't want to, you don't have to answer.

- What kind of questions are these?

- So you agree?

- Yes.

- Why don't you love yourself so much?

The girl was shocked, she did not expect such a question. But gathering her courage, she replied:

- No one has ever loved me.... No matter what I didn't like, everyone hated me. I was raised only by my father, he always said that I was stupid, because I did not meet his expectations. And I didn't have anyone else. Most likely because of this.- it was hard for the girl to say that.

Gary held her even tighter.

- I love you!

-I know, honey.

- Why do you cover your mouth with your hand when you laugh? Is it also because of my father?

-No, when I was a child, a boy told me that I had a terrible laugh and an ugly smile. Well, since then I've been covering my mouth with my hand. The girl replied sadly.

- You have the best laugh on the planet, Princess!- the man said tenderly, looking at his beloved.

- I don't think that's true.

- So you don't believe me? -Gary grinned playfully.

- Nope.

- All right. I'll prove it to you now, and I'll check something out at the same time.

- Wha...

Before the girl could finish, the man squeezed her sides, which made her tense up. But that didn't stop Gary, he continued to run his fingertips along her sides with careful and gentle movements. The girl diligently endured, but at some point the man's hands were in her armpits. A laugh escaped the girl's lips, she quickly pressed her hand to her mouth.

- Stop it..

- No. Until you tell me that you have the best laugh and the most beautiful smile.

- But it's not like that!

The man did not answer, only tightened his grip on his beloved's sides.

She couldn't take it anymore and laughed.

-Stop it!- the girl screamed.

- You know what you need to say, princess - a wide smile appeared on the man's face, he sincerely enjoyed the process and, of course, the sweet laughter of his princess. His fingers quickly ran along the sides of the girl.

-Hahahahahahahahahahahahah

Amy's shoulders were shaking with laughter.

-You have such a sweet laugh- Gary teased.

- No!

- That's how it is. Okay.

Oldman sat on the girl's legs just below the knees. Then he squeezed her hips.

-HAHAHAHAHHA

The girl tried to remove the man's hands, but it's not so easy to do when you're being tickled.

- A weak point? The man chuckled. His fingers methodically pressed on the girl's hips, causing the martyr to laugh loudly.

Although it was hard to call her that. Yes, you're right. She liked it, she had never experienced this before.

Gary has always been gentle, and now especially, he did not want to hurt his beloved. The man decided that it was time to switch and the next place was the girl's flat stomach. Gary slipped his hands under the girl's T-shirt, although in fact it was his T-shirt, which she "borrowed" and no longer returns like the weather. But he wasn't mad at all, he liked it when she put on his clothes.

Well, he slipped his hands under her T-shirt and gently pressed on her beloved's stomach. The reaction did not take long to wait, at the same moment loud laughter pierced the room.

- HHAAHHAHAHAHA

- Is this also a weak point? Or are you that sensitive, dove?

-HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

The girl could not answer anything, laughter would not allow.

Oldman gently tickled his beloved's stomach, enjoying her laughter.

Then the man decided to switch to the sensitive armpits of his beloved. He put his hands in her armpits, but the girl held his arms to his sides. It certainly didn't save her, but it slightly reduced the tickling. Then Gary grabbed Amy's wrist and lifted them over her head. He held her wrists with his right hand and tickled the princess's armpits with his left.

-HHHAHAHAHAHAHHHH

The girl was twitching her arms, trying to free herself, but it was all in vain, Gary was much stronger than her.

- How sensitive you are, dove. I like it so much," the man continued to tease.

-GARIHHAAHAZ

- Yes, honey?

- HAHAHAHAHA

- Should I switch to another place? Oldman smiled.

- NOHHAHAHAHA

- What are you saying? Yes?

The man put his hands on the girl's knees and squeezed them. This caused an even more violent reaction.

- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHAHAHAHAH

- Are your knees ticklish too? How sweet, baby. Gary smiled gently.

The girl blushed even more, and tears welled up in her eyes. The man noticed this and decided that he had overdone it, so he stopped at the same second. The girl let out a sigh of relief, but the intermittent laughter was still leaping from her lips.

- Are you okay?

- Yes, blushing, the girl replied, wiping away tears.

- Are you sure? It seemed to me that I had overdone it- Gary was looking at his beloved with concern. - I'm sorry, baby...

- It's okay, honey.

Gary gently pulled his beloved to him and kissed her on the forehead.

- Wait...

- What?

-You never asked me to stop.Did you like it? Oldman asked hopefully.

-N.... no, not at all...

-Don't lie to me, Princess.

- I'm not cheating!

- Hey, no need to be ashamed of it, it's very sweet.

The girl blushed and looked away.

- Mmm so, did you like it?

- Yes,- the girl admitted, blushing even more.

- I tried - the man smiled proudly.

- You fool! -Amy laughed.

- So what?

- Who has the most beautiful laugh?

— I don't know.

- How stubborn you are, pigeon.

The man grabbed the girl by the waist and laid her belly on his lap. Then he grabbed her sides.

- AHAHAH

- I love your laugh, baby.

- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Now the girl did not try to get out, she just lay there and enjoyed the process.

Gary gently tickled his beloved. He decided to go lower and clung to the girl's hips again.

- HAHHAAAHA NOTHAHAHAH

- Huh, you're so cute.

After tormenting her for a few minutes, he decided to go even lower and tickled her popliteal cavities. The man did not expect such a revision.

-HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I HAVE THE BEST LAUGH AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE!!! HAHAHAHAHA GRABHIHAHAHAT

Gary immediately stopped and looked at his beloved in surprise, but at the same time there was a wide smile on his face.

- So that's your weak spot!

The girl was still trying to catch her breath.

- Please don't do this anymore..

- Sorry, baby . Was it too much?

- Yes...

-But you told the truth! The man smiled proudly.

-Huh

The girl got up from the man's lap and sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. And Gary, in turn, put his head on the head of his beloved.

-I love you- Amy whispered.

Oldman looked at her in surprise. She hadn't said that before.

- I should have said this a long time ago, but for some reason I was afraid.... Thank you, Gary, you've done a lot for me.

- I love you too, baby. And you don't have to be afraid of me. Okay? I want you to be happy.

-And I'm very grateful to you for that, honey.

- Come with me. The man got up from the couch and held out his hand to Amy.

The girl put her hand in his and got up from her seat. Oldman led her into the hallway. They went to the closet with a mirror, then the man put his hands on the shoulders of his beloved and put her in front of the mirror.

- What do you see?

- Well, yourself - the girl shrugged her shoulders.

- And I see a very beautiful girl with soft hair, gentle eyes, a beautiful smile, a slender figure, suitable height. The best girl, the most caring, the sweetest, the perfect one! Baby, I want to say that you are beautiful, that I love you the way you are. You don't need to change your appearance, much less lose weight. You're perfect! You need to love yourself.

The girl listened to her beloved man with her eyes on the floor, because she did not want him to see her tears.

- Dear?

Oldman lifted Amy's face by the chin and looked into her eyes.

- Honey..

Gary hugged Amy tightly.

-There's no need to cry, Princess.

- I love you, Gary.

- I love you more!

- Haha - the girl laughed through her tears.

He hugged Amy even tighter. The girl giggled softly into her lover's shoulder.

- Mmmmm? Huh, you're so cute. Oldman repeated, lightly tickling the girl's side.

- Haahaha well, don't.

- All right, pigeon.

Now, having learned the weakness of his beloved, Gary often used it if, for example, she was sad. Amelia did not mind, on the contrary, the gentle touches of a loved one drove the girl crazy and made her choke with laughter. It became a part of their lives and they loved it.

[dontknowmanijustworkhere]

Summary: (In this, Hermione plays quiddich). Harry makes the mistake of joking that Hermione and Ginny are both sweaty which sparks ruthless revenge

Takes place during HBP

@ultimatelee19

I know I already apologized for taking so long but again, I'm very sorry! Next time you have a request, it won't take as long as this did

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After an intense practice, Harry snuck the girls up to the sixth year boys dormitory to catch their breath and relax. The other boys were out elsewhere, though Ron should be back soon. Harry had lost track of his best friend once practice concluded.

"I'm so sore," Hermione grimaced. "I don't know what I was thinking when I let you all talk me into this."

Ginny didn't have that same ache. She was used to playing with her brothers back home. "Come on, Hermione. You'll get over it. You just have to keep practicing."

Hermione didn't look convinced. "I suppose."

"You were great out there," Ginny continued to encourage her.

"She's right," Harry piped up. "It was really impressive for it only being your third practice."

Hermione was smiling, her cheeks pink.

"At this rate, we'll definitely win against Slytherin," Ginny said, throwing her arm around Harry's neck.

"Maybe you can manage that without being so sweaty," Harry joked, sliding himself out of Ginny's hold.

"What?" The redhead demanded.

"Err, you're sweaty, Ginny. Hermione too."

"What?" Hermione said, frowning. "So are you."

"It's not that bad," Ginny protested. He shrugged. "It's not!"

"Sorry, Gin. Just telling the truth," he said, a small smile of amusement peeking out.

Ginny narrowed her eyes playfully. "You've done it now, Potter."

"What does that-" Harry was tackled to the floor. She straddled him. "What the- What are you doing?" He'd gone a little red given the position they were both in, her on his waist like that.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson on how not to talk to a girl," she mock scolded him.

Harry let out a high pitch gasp when her nails softly began to tickle his stomach. He'd never been tickled too much, so this sent shockwaves through his body. His shirt was pushed up, her fingers dancing over his bare skin.

"G-Ghihihiny!" He spasmed with laughter.

Her eyes gleamed mischievously. "Next time you don't remark on a girl's appearance."

He was laughing much too hard to respond.

Meanwhile, sitting with her back against the end of the bed, Hermione was watching them, lips tugged up in a smile of her own. "I didn't know he was this ticklish."

"You and Ron never tickled him?" Ginny said, surprised.

"Well, no. We've never really thought about it, I suppose."

"Me and my brothers had tickle fights all the time," Ginny said. "Fred and George were ruthless."

"It seems to run in the family," Hermione remarked, referring to how Ginny had yet to stop.

"This is nothing," Ginny laughed. "You haven't really seen me have a go at it yet. Watch this."

She blew a raspberry on Harry's abdomen. His laughter came out as a half scream. It was singlehandedly the worst thing he'd ever experienced in all his life.

This made Hermione giggle. It was so unlike Harry to be this way.

"Ticklish, Harry?" Ginny teased. "Better hope Malfoy doesn't find out about this."

Even though Harry was technically stronger than Ginny, he was helpless in this situation. She'd rendered him weak in a matter of seconds, unable to do more than laugh and spit out gibberish.

"He's worse than Ron," Ginny said, delighted. "Fred and George used to get him good. Hermione, come on and have a go."

"Oh, I don't know-"

"Come on," Ginny insisted. "Help me teach him a lesson."

Hermione sighed. "Oh, alright..."

Harry still couldn't get his words out. It made it difficult for him to form anything resembling a coherent sentence. The last thing he could handle was for Hermione to join in. But much to his horror, one of his shoes was pulled off, as was his sock. His laughter escalated in pitch once more when Ginny gave him another raspberry, and here came his supposed best friend, tickling the middle of his bloody foot.

"Nohohoho!"

Ginny cackled, clearly pleased with how this was turning out. "I think I have a brush in my bag."

Hermione was confused for a moment, until the reasoning became clear to her. "Won't that be too much for him?"

"Fred and George did it to us and we're fine," Ginny said dismissively.

However, for Harry, he was not fine. The bristles tickled worse than Ginny or Hermione's nails did. His laughter was louder, panicked. He'd meant to say stop, but it came out unintelligible.

It was horrible, much worse than the tickling curse could ever be. It was also massively embarrassing. The door to the dorm was shut but Harry shuddered to think of what people might think should they be able to hear him.

"Hey, Hermione, switch with me!" Ginny called.

He hoped his best friend, who was much more sensible than the rest, would decline and leave his feet alone instead of engaging in such foolishness. But as it so happens, Hermione did not feel that way.

He was given a brief resting period where they quickly changed positions. Harry heaved a breath of air. His stomach as sore, his throat dry and there were tears that'd leaked out of the corners of his eyes.

But just as quickly had it stopped did it start yet again.

The dormitory was once again filled with his desperate laughter. Harry thought he might truly be dying. It must be it. He would meet his demise right here and not at the hands of Voldemort, but two ruthless girls he'd mistakenly considered his friends.

Hermione's fingers on his stomach were no better than Ginny's had been. She skittered them all around his abdomen, sliding them up and dragging them back down. She left no part of him untouched.

And then, unexpectedly, the door opened up.

He supposed luck was on his side for once when it turned out to be Ron. Harry would have been quite mortified if it had been one of the other boys.

He expected some sort of questioning to commence, with him wondering what the bloody hell they were doing and why they were doing it. But nothing of the sort happened.

"Rhohon!" He yelled out. "Phlhlease help!"

Ron's eyes darted from him and to the girls. Harry wished he could use legilimency to find out what he was thinking, because all he did was come down on his knees, giving Harry a false sense of hope, giving him a raspberry and leaving just like that.

"Nhohoho! Comehehe bahahck!"

[lilactickles]

I imagine this transitional period between draco being an asshat & him slowly moving into the friend group / getting ✨ closer ✨ to harry - where he is just starting to open up and practice being a normal & kind human being (level: hard) & harry throws a playful poke to his side during a game or something and draco just…jumps out of his skin and then there’s a pause where they’re thinking like, ‘a few months ago this would be the weirdest thing ever’ and draco would naturally start raging in response to feeling embarrassed but now he’s just bright red and stuttering through his attempts at acting natural and harry smirks and finally feels comfortable teasing him back / giving him a taste of his own medicine and playfully mocking him because that reaction was raaaaather peculiar for big bad draco 🫢

[moongeonight]

the mysterious creature

Summary: Hagrid brings a new magical creature to his class and asks Harry to volunteer to show off his... curious ability.

A/N: Sorry if it's a bit short I wrote This at 2 a.m 💀

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They were going to start a new class with Hagrid, everyone was talking about what animal he could bring this time.

Instead, Harry despite the fact that he really likes Hagrid he was no un the mood to deal with dangerous creatures.

"mm I hope that is not like the last time..." Hermione said a bit nervous.

"heh yeah, I hope this time he shows us unicorns or something like that" ron said trying to stay positive.

"As long as it doesn't devour us that would be great..." Harry said in a bad mood.

At that moment Hagrid arrived with a box that clearly contained something inside.

"Well I think you're all here, So today I'm going to introduce an animal that I'm not supposed to show until sixth year but I wanted to make this class special, so I brought it for this class".

Hagrid said excited thinking that the others shared his emotion but the truth is that they looked more worried than excited.

"So... Are you going to show us now?" It wasn't Harry's intention to be rude but he clearly wanted the class end.

"Oh right... I present to you this magnificent creature!" Hagrid said taking the animal that was inside the box.

And it looked like a fox but smaller and more fluffy, also instead of having only one tail it had many.

"wooow!" "How cute!" "We can pet it" "is it dangerous?" the class said in delighted with the creature.

"oh nono he is not dangerous at all and about if you can pet him.. For that I need a volunteer" Hagrid said making an amused expression.

Sudently all the students backed off leaving Harry with his own thoughts in front of everyone, and when he realized it was already too late.

"Eh-? But I don't want to..." They didn't let him finish when Hagrid grabbed his arm to lead him to where the creature was.

"Very good Harry! Thanks for offering, now listen this may seem like a strange question to you but... Are you ticklish?" Hagrid asked quite normally.

"Eh?! Well I'm not sure..." Again Harry couldn't finish his sentence because Hagrid was already speaking to the class.

"Listen everyone, this creature is harmless but it has a particular characteristic, with his tails it tickles people when they gain their trust or in other cases when they feel threatened" Hagrid said placing the creature in Harry's arms.

"Wait! Hagrid don't-" Harry had to shut his mouth as the creature began to gently tickle his ear with its furry tail.

"AaH! Waihit- nohoho hagrid- take it away from me!" Harry squealed, trying to take it off himself but the creature was stubborn and clung to him more which tickled him more.

"ooh excellent Harry! You can tell that she already have confidence with you!" Hagrid said ignoring Harry's giggles.

"i dohohon't cahahare- just take it out!" Harry start to desperated when the creature began to tickle his armpits.

"hahaHAHA NOHOHO!" Harry could only say in response.

"aahh don't worry Harry this is normal though... Normally people don't laugh a lot, you must be very ticklish right?"

Hagrid asked innocently, not knowing that when he said that Harry's face heated up and he blushed more than he already was.

"DAMIHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!STOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEHEASE" Harry swear he felt more ticklish with this tickling creature.

To his bad luck, the creature also started tickling his neck and right there he broke completely.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Harry laughed like a crazy, he wondered how long it had been since he'd laughed like that.

He tried to remove the creature again but it kept clinging tighter to him, he reached a point where he fell to the ground laughing with the creature on the top of him.

"oh! ok I guess that was a enough of demonstration" Hagrid said finally taking the creature from him.

"ahaha...ah." Harry didn't know what to say, now he had his classmates and his friends laughing quietly at him, though… he wasn't going to lie, it felt good to laugh after all this time.

[potatohater]

Probably the best tickle scenario you could’ve find where Sirius and Remus discovered that Harry is ticklish‼️‼️ im in my hp phase please

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If Sirius wouldn’t die I bet that Harry and him would live in some apartment together. They also invited Remus A LOT.

Once during the summer Remus was relaxing in the living room when he heard some strange noises from other room, and then Sirius ran up to him with the biggest smile on his face that he’s ever seen screaming that: HARRY IS TICKLISH. While Harry doesn’t understand a word because he has never been actually tickled. And here he is – 15 years old boy, standing into the door frame, holding on his stomach because what the hell was that feeling that made him giggle? Remus and Sirius gave each other “that” look and they attacked. Because Harry has never experienced that, he didn’t even try to hold his laugh, and it was high-pitched, boyish and absolutely adorable. He was so much like James in this way, they had similar spots and laugh sounded familiar. He squirmed a lot tried to hide his face, or shut his mouth. It was priceless.

This actually repeated a lot of times, especially when Remus was at their house. (he poked one of them and said that it wasn’t him). And also he was the one that said to Harry that Sirius has the same weakness; now that was getting interesting. It doesn’t matter, what Remus was doing, he always left his things behind and just watched them. It was that moments that he missed with them. Separately and both. He knew that James would be happy to watch his best friend tickle the shit out of his son.

Sooner or later Sirius would understand that Remus was starting half of the fights, so in the middle of another one, he just whispered to Harry that Remus is not better than him, and that was an actual point where the fun began. When Harry asked was it true, Remus insisted that he is a werewolf, and they are NOT ticklish, and that he didn’t even know how it felt like. And it was a lie.

So basically they all had fun with each other, I just love the idea that Remus and Sirius raised Harry 😭

Maybe I’ll write a fic with this idea, who knows🤭

[carrie-tate]

with my love for Percy I couldn't help but do something with him 👉👈

It's been a while since I painted anything more than one frame, it was a pain, but I like it

[kippipies]

obligatory beach episode

[xflippinfrogx]

Moony’s laugh

A/N~ Heyy lovely people!! Soo I may or may not have fallen back into my marauders obsession and I have quite a few fic ideas so stick around if you love these idiots as much as I do :) and also MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!❤️

FANDOM: Harry Potter (Marauders)

LEE: Remus

LER(S): James, Sirius and Peter

🛑WARNING🛑— This is a tickle fic so if you don’t like that kind of stuff then please scroll on :)

It’s the 23rd of December 1973 and the Christmas Holidays have fallen upon the students of Hogwarts. Most have left to celebrate with their families but four gryfindor boys remained in the castle along with a few others that didn’t return home this season.

Remus was sat happily on the windowsill above the common room sofa, watching the snowflakes dance in the wind when the door bursted open.

In came three very cold but satisfied boys. They had spent the entire morning playing in the snow. Their favourite game was to see who could shove the most snow down someone else’s shirt. Remus had decided to sit that one out because he wasn’t in the mood to have hypothermia for Christmas.

He slid off his spot on the windowsill to sit on the sofa bellow while the others stripped from their wet coats. They decided to change first and then come back to bother Remus.

“Hey Moony did you see me win against those two!? I was way better than them.” Sirius exclaimed as he sprawled out on top of his friend.

“Oh shut it Padfoot you didn’t even stand a chance against us!” James chuckled.

“Yeah mate you surrendered within the first five minutes!” Peter said amidst his own laughter.

Sirius gawped at them and began his usual dramatics, complaining to Remus about how unfair they were being to him. Remus only smiled.

A few moments later of bickering between them and Sirius finally gave up. He curled slightly into Remus. “Bloody hell Moons you’re so warm” He whined. “You’re like my personal heater.”

“Oi budge over Sirius we want heater Moony too!” James and Peter joined the two on the couch and soon Remus was trapped between them all.

“Seriously can’t a guy get some personal space around here?” He didn’t actually mind. He only pretended too and the others knew this.

“But Remus we’re colddd” Peter groaned and James nodded his head.

“Yeah Moony feel my hands.” Sirius said shoving them up Remus’ shirt.

“PAHaDfoot dohont!” The atmosphere shifted as the others take in his reaction. A look of realisation washes over their faces.

“Remus Lupin, was that a giggle?” James asked raising his eyebrows. Out of the three he seemed the most excited to test out this new information.

Remus couldn’t think of an excuse for what had happened. A deep blush rose from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. He couldn’t even speak a single word. This wasn’t good, he was utterly screwed.

“Boys, I think our dear Remus has been hiding something from his best friends all this time.” Remus began to struggle, trying to find a way out of this situation. He was completely trapped.

“I think it’s time we fix that don’t you Rem?” Peter smirked. Remus braced himself for the oncoming attack.

Almost immediately James straddled his hips and Peter grabbed his arms. Sirius wasted no time vibrating his hands into his ribs.

Straight away he was thrown into fits of giggles. He shook his head from side to side as though that would help. He never thought anything could tickle so much that you physically can’t think. It was as if his thoughts had vanished all because of a few wiggling fingers.

Peter dug into his under arms while James spidered over his sides.

“PLeahEasehe nohoho! I hahate youhu all!!” His eyes blurry with tears he continued laughing his heart out. His friends couldn’t contain their smiles as they saw their usually serious friend in pieces beneath them.

“Aw Rem your laugh is so cute! You should really consider laughing more often.” Sirius teased only forcing Remus to blush even more than before.

“Shuhut uhup SihiriUHAHAHAHAHA JAHAHAHAMESS STOHOHOHOP.” He honest to god shrieked.

Peter and Sirius turned to James, curious to see what had made Remus react in such a hysterical way. James had began circling his thumbs in the dips of Remus’ hips. His smile widened as he made eye contact with Remus.

“I think I’ve found it Rem.. I’ve found your worst spot haven’t I??” He questions, the giddiness clear in his voice. Remus didn’t even bother fighting back at this point and weakly nodded his head, giggling in anticipation.

“Lupin you are so dead” Peter remarks.

Not even a second had passed and Remus had began to scream with laughter once more. The other two just sat back laughing at their friends reaction. James was delighted with his discovery.

“JAHAHAHAHAAAMEHES PLEHEHEHEAHSE I CAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT. NOHOHO *snort* JAHAHAMES!!” He finally stopped the torture of his friends hips, only because he had began laughing himself.

“Remus was that a snort!?” Sirius bellowed through fits of laughter, Peter laughing twice as hard.

“Hohow have we been friends for three years and we’re only finding this ohout now mate? You’re insanely ticklish!!” James asks helping Remus sit up.

“Ihi guehess I’m just gohood at keheeping secrets?” Remus was beginning to catch his breath. The others all smiled at their giggly friend.

“You’ve got us all Christmas now and we are so doing this again mate!!” Peter exclaims high fiving James.

“I hahate you all.” He didn’t really, he loved his friends and their silly antics. He couldn’t wait to spend Christmas with them and though he’ll never admit it, he loved when they tickled him and he was forever grateful for Sirius and his freezing cold hands that afternoon.

Merry Christmas to him<3 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

[bookishtickles]

Yes bitches, I am back with another Harry Potter fic! And just like I said a few months ago, I am deep on the Hedric train right now, so guess who’s in this fic 🥰

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Harry was curled up against Cedric at the moment, his head against Cedric’s chest, Cedric’s arms wrapped around him. The two of them just fit together, they always have

And yet, Harry can’t shake a fear he has

“Cedric?”

“Hm?” Cedric had his eyes closed, clearly relaxed in this moment

“Are you worried about the third task?”

Cedric’s eyes opened and he looks at Harry. “No.” He says. “We’ve made it this far, what could possibly happen in the third task?”

“Well,” Harry started to say, “It’s just that- I mean- someone had to put my name in the goblet, and I still don’t know who or why. I’m just… worried.” Harry had tried to convince himself he wasn’t in danger, and yet, he couldn’t completely rid himself of the fear he had, although he was also relieved this was about to be over

“I’m going to be in the maze too, you know. I’ll protect you.” Cedric said, tightening his arms around Harry. “And so I think you should try to relax.” Cedric says, leaning in and planting a kiss on the base of Harry’s neck

What he didn’t expect was for Harry to squeal, shoulders scrunching up, felling Harry’s legs kick

But it doesn’t take Cedric long to put two and two together. He leans up to look down at Harry, smirking. “Ticklish?”

Harry immediately blushes. “N-no,” he says unconvincingly, as though he didn’t just squeal at the feeling of Cedric’s lips on his skin

“You don’t sound so sure.” Cedric leans into Harry’s neck. “I’m just going to check-“ and with that, he blows a raspberry on Harry’s neck

Predictably, Harry collapses into laughter, “STAHAHAHAP!”

Cedric grins at him again. “See, you are ticklish.” He says triumphantly now that Harry doesn’t have a chance to deny it. Harry scrunches his shoulders back up, but that’s not longer Cedric’s target. “I’m gonna have fun with this,” he growls as he pulls Harry’s shirt up

Harry’s face falls. “Wahahahait!” He’s already giggling and trying to wriggle away, but unfortunately, he’s still trapped in his boyfriend’s much stronger arms

“Wait for what?” Cedric asks, before planting ticklish kisses up Harry’s side, from his hip to up his ribs. Harry giggles sweetly, squeaking, and covering his face with one hand while trying to bat Cedric’s lips away with the other

“I thought you liked when I kiss you?” Cedric says, turning Harry onto his back and getting up, sitting on his legs, grabbing him by the wrists and pinning them down by his head. Harry’s insides wriggled nervously as his belly felt extremely vulnerable; his hands were pinned and he couldn’t move them at all, his shirt was pushed up to his ribs exposing his belly, and Cedric had a hungry gleam in his eyes and his head was far too close to his tummy for comfort

“I-I do,” Harry says nervously. Cedric was like a spider leering at his prey caught in the web

“Then you should have no problem with this.” Cedric growls playfully and leans down, pressing nibbly kisses to Harry’s tummy

Harry squeals before laughing, trying to pull at his wrists to push Cedric away, but he couldn’t move at all. He was trapped and completely at Cedric’s mercy

“AHHHH CEHEHEHED!” Harry squeaks

“Your belly is deliciously ticklish.” Cedric teases, watching Harry blush even more. “How about I just eat it?”

And than he does it; he puts his mouth on Harry’s belly and blew

“AHHHHHH NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAAAT!” Harry squeals in laughter, and then felt another blow. “EEEEEE CEHEHEHEHEDRIC!”

“Alright alright.” Cedric chuckes and lets Harry up. Harry’s hands immediately shoot down to cover his tummy. “Don’t think this is the only time I’ll do that.” He smirks evilly

Harry would never admit it, but he is rather excited for it

[valiantphantomangel]

Next week I'll hopefully have out another fic, the Cedric one is taking a little longer then I thought but I am working on a Loki and Bucky tag team tickle fic

[misterloneliness]

This is the first time I write a story in this format, usually I prefer something cute.

Also, I am not a native English speaker and I am just starting to work with this app, please forgive me for my mistakes.

Switching Nymphadora Tonks

Nymphadora Tonks was sitting at a cozy corner table in the "Hog's Head Inn", her bright hair changing color like a flickering flame in the hearth. The pub was buzzing with laughter and chatter, a welcome break from the demanding routine of classes and preparation for NEWT. At the age of seventeen, Tonks was already a fan favorite among the older students and local villagers for her mischievous antics and playful nature.

She headed for the bar, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. It was then that Tonks noticed her—a stunning dark-haired beauty sitting alone by the fireplace. The girl was absolutely stunning—raven hair, glowing eyes and curves that stretched for miles. There was something exotic and royal about her, from the way she held her goblet with delicate fingers to the way her curls fell down her back. Tonks found herself completely captivated, her pink hair shimmering with a deeper shade of rose, and blush spreading across her cheeks. She couldn't take her eyes off the mysterious girl. Her curiosity grew.

After a moment, the gaze of the unknown girl met her eyes, and a knowing smile touched the lips of the unknown. Nymphadora's heart began to beat faster as the girl pushed away from the table and walked towards her.

"Well hello," she purred, sauntering over to Tonks's desk.

Tonks silently shook her head, her mouth apparently full of cotton wool. "Uh, n-no, please," she mumbled.

"I'm Kristel Holmes," the girl introduced herself, sitting down. "And you?"

"T-Tonks. Nymphadora Tonks." She held out her hand and Kristel shook it, her skin smooth and warm compared to Tonks' skin.

"Charmed, I'm sure," Kristel winked coquettishly. Tonks swallowed, trying not to stare too clearly at Kristel's curvy curves. "So Tonks, what brings a shy thing like you to Hogsmeade?"

Tonks laughed nervously. "Oh, I'm not usually shy! Just a little bit in awe of the stars, I guess." Her ears started to burn when she realized how it sounded. "That is, you are even more beautiful up close! I've never seen anyone like that... so..." She paused, wringing her hands.

Kristel leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. "So...?"

"So beautiful!" Tonks blurted out. "I'm sorry, I'm usually not that straightforward! I just get tongue tied around beautiful girls."

Kristel threw her head back and laughed, a deep, melodious sound. "Well, aren't you the sweetest! I could get used to all this flattery."

Tonks's heart began to beat at breakneck speed, and her cheeks turned a bright red shade.

"You don't go to Hogwarts, do you? I'm sure I would have remembered you," Nymphadora murmured.

“No. It's been a long time since "

"Wait, how old are you?"

"Twenty-six, to be exact." Kristel smiled indulgently. "Is this terribly old for you?"

"No! Not at all!"

"Glad to hear it," Holmes chuckled, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Cream beer, perhaps"

"Excellent!"

Kristel made an order. And after a few minutes, the girls had two glasses of beer in front of them.

"So, Nymphadora...

"Can I just say Tonks? I don't like being called by my full name. It's terrible."

"Your name is lovely and unusual." Kristel asserted with a warm smile. "But if it's more convenient for you. Mm.. How about Dora?"

"I like it!" Tonks whispered with a shy smile.

They chatted and flirted for hours over cream beer, the rest of the inn disappearing until it was just the two of them, lost in their own little world. Tonks found herself opening up to Kristel in a way she had never done before, pouring out her hopes, dreams and fears.

Kristel was attentive and encouraging, gently patting Tonks on the cheek. "You're going to be a great obscurantist, Tonks. I just know it." Her eyes sparkled with sincerity.

Tonks beamed at the praise. She's already half in love with Kristel.

"Look how I can do it!" The Nymphadora's nose lengthens and turns into a duck's beak.

Holmes couldn't help but laugh. A gentle sound swept through the inn.

"You're so damn cute!" The girl patted Dora's hand.

"Th-thank you."

Kristel leaned closer, and her perfume made Tonks dizzy.

"You know, I wish I could see you more often," Kristel murmured, her lips almost touching Tonks's. "A girl like you shouldn't be alone too often. You need a little excitement in your life."

Dora swallowed, her pulse pounding in her ears. "I'd like that," she whispered. "Very, actually..."

Their lips met in a searing kiss, and Kristel's hands buried themselves in Tonks's hair. Tonks responded fervently to the kiss, pouring into him the desire that had accumulated over several weeks. Kristel's tongue parted Tonks's lips, penetrating her mouth. Tonks whined and clutched at Kristel's shoulders.

When they finally pulled away from each other, both girls were flushed and breathing heavily. "I'm sorry," Tonks apologized. "I didn't mean to..."

"Shh," Kristel hissed at her, cupping Tonks's face. "Never apologize for wanting me, dear girl. I want you the same way."

She sealed her words with another kiss, and Tonks gave herself up to the blissful impulse, allowing Kristel to lead her along the path of pleasure and passion. She had no idea where this night would take her, but she knew she wanted to find out with Kristel as her guide.

"Do you want to rent a room? We could.... have fun," Holmes purred promisingly.

"Yes. I really want to "

Kristel got up from her seat and went to the reception. Holmes paid for the room and took the key.

"Let's go," the girl waved to Dora, and began to climb the stairs. Tonks quickly followed her in the previous attempt.

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back for the room and for the beer," Tonks repeated, which caused Kristel to chuckle.

"Stop it! I don't need anything. Just enjoy..." she purred, opening the room door.

Nymphadora stepped inside and looked around. The door clicked shut behind her.

"Are you ready?" Kristel's lips were almost touching Dora's throat.

"Y-yes," Tonks's breath hitched with desire.

"Then take your clothes off," Holmes bit sharply at Tonks's pulse, causing her to shudder and moan.

Dora obediently began to undress. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned the buttons. Soon she was wearing only her underwear.

"Lovely," Kristel whispered behind her. With a swift movement, Holmes unclasped Nymphadora's bra and tossed it aside.

The cool air caressed Tonks's heated flesh, causing her nipples to harden almost painfully. She craved more.

"Lie on your stomach," Christelle ordered, in a low, rumbling voice that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

Dora obeyed. She lay down on the bed, waiting for something she didn't know. Holmes waved her wand and Tonks's hands were lifted and tied to the headboard. A wave and Tonks's panties were on the floor.

"On your knees!"

Nymphadora obediently rose to her knees, involuntarily sticking out her pert bottom. Christelle grinned and with another wave of her wand fixed Tonks's ankles.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes," Dora's heart pounded wildly against her ribs.

"Good."

Another wave and a dark, silken blindfold fell over Dora's eyes.

"How does it feel, my girl?"

"Unusual..." Holmes chuckled, now instead of the usual wand in her hands was a long and elegant feather. With caution and grace, she slowly approached the bed where Dora lay. The feather, as if alive, slid along Dora's spine. Nymphadora moaned, arching her back as much as her bound hands allowed.The feather continued her caresses, now moving to Tonks' right side. Nymphadora squealed and pulled back.

"You're so ticklish, my little one," Christelle purred, running the feather along Nymphadora's sides, making her shudder and laugh. "I wonder how far I can take you before you break..."

Nymphadora's breathing became short, sharp, as Holmes continued her torturous ministrations. The feather now danced across her armpits, making her squirm even more.

"Hahahaha Chris, please! AH This-this is too much hahahahaha," Nymphadora thrashed, but Christelle persisted, focusing on the most sensitive areas.

"AAAHHH! Oh gods!" Tonks was torn between wanting to escape the excruciating tickling and the sudden arousal, the ticklish sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

"You're getting quite aroused, my dear. I can feel you getting wet..."

The feather slid down the inside of Tonks' thighs, dangerously close to her aching core. Nymphadora's breathing was completely ragged, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She balanced on the razor blade, desperate for more contact. She had never been so turned on, so deliciously tormented.

"AAAHHHH! Oh gods, it's too much! I can't take it!" she twitches and moans.

"We're just getting started, my little one." Kristel purrs sweetly, lowering the feather lower, circling Tonks's hips and teasing the curve of her bottom. "I wonder if your pretty bottom is ticklish too?"

"NO! Don't you dare tickle my arse, you sadist!" Dora squeals and instinctively clenches.

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." Holmes continues his torturous path, running the feather along her slit and circling her tight, puckered hole, smiling wickedly.

"Ah... no, Chris. Hahahaha, pleasehahahaa"

"I think someone is enjoying this a little too much..." She pushes the feather between her thighs and runs it over her labia. "Do you really want this, Dora? For me to touch.. her," Kristel's lips turn up and her voice drops a tone.

:Yes, please, Cass!!! I need it!, she squeals and bucks her hips, her juices running down her thighs,

"Such a desperate little slut..", Holmes pushes two fingers inside the girl, moving them slowly.

Nymphadora moans and convulses, her muscles clenching hard. "I'm... I'm going to.... Ah, Kristel!"

Kristel continues to finger fuck her during her intense orgasm. "That's it, good girl. Now let's see how you like this...", she presses the vibrator to her clit and the other to her ass, fucking them both.

"TOO HARD! This is too intense! I can't- aaaah!" Nymphadora howls and twitches, her body convulsing again, a second orgasm tearing through her.

"One more, Dora. Give me one more," Holmes presses the vibrator deeper into her ass and tickles her breasts with his nails."Holmes, please, I can't - I'll die!", her body arching almost painfully as she came again, her clit spurting and her ass clenching around the vibrator...

Kristel was mumbling something, but Dora couldn't hear her anymore, she had fallen into an unknown abyss of pleasure.

The chirping of birds brought Tonks out of a deep sleep, gently carrying her into the world of awakening. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around, feeling the spicy aromas of the morning air penetrate her consciousness. Her arms and legs were no longer tied, and she felt a pleasant freedom of movement. Tonks tried to get up, but, feeling a little dizzy, she paused, giving herself time to collect her thoughts.

Kristel was not visible in the room, and this caused a strange excitement in her heart. On the nightstand, covered with the dust of time, lay a note. With bated breath, she unfolded the paper, her soul already anticipating the words that could change everything.

One thing was certain - Tonks would never forget this night, or this girl who had walked into the "Hog's Head Inn" and turned her world upside down. For better or for worse, Kristel had taken her heart by storm. Tonks could only hope that she could keep it...

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Promises, Promises

Summary: If Hermione's not going to come to Hogsmeade like she promised, well then Ginny's just going to have to make her

@jona-lea

Ginny waited down in the common room for close to twenty minutes before she was fed up. Hermione promised she would go to Hogsmeade with her this weekend and she still wasn’t down here yet. 

She had no one else to go with. Colin was studying for an upcoming exam. Luna was with Professor Flitwick along with other students for an extra credit opportunity, and as for Ron and Harry, they both had detention with Snape. 

Hermione had told her she would go along once she made some more headway on a charms essay that was due soon. Ginny knew what essay she was talking about, it wasn’t even due for another week! 

Huffing, she went up the stairs to Hermione’s dorm. As expected, she found her friend on her bed with papers scattered around her. She didn’t even look up when the door opened whilst she scribbled away on her parchment paper. 

“You’re late!” Ginny said, annoyed. 

“What?” Hermione said cluelessly. She did lift her head now, realization coming over her. “Oh, Ginny. I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” 

“Fine,” Ginny said impatiently. “Are you ready now?” 

Everyone else was already gone. She was hoping to get a butterbeer and a good spot to sit at in the Three Broomsticks. The more they waited, the more crowded it would get. 

Hermione looked apologetically at her, making Ginny groan. “I just want to finish this one thing.” 

“We’re half an hour late!” 

“We have plenty of time,” Hermione said dismissively, going back to what she was doing. 

Ginny plopped down on the bed, ignoring the look of annoyance sent her way for making the papers move. She didn’t want to wait much longer but knew it was impossible to get Hermione away from her homework. If Ron and Harry were here...maybe. 

She sighed, eyes wandering. Strange as it might sound, Hermione’s feet caught her attention. She was wearing just socks, white ankle ones. 

An idea sprung to mind. 

Ginny used to be tickled a lot by her brothers, usually the twins or Charlie. Hermione was probably ticklish too. 

So maybe if she...

Hermione was oblivious to what she was thinking and the grin that slowly came over her. Discreetly, Ginny scooted a bit closer, using the tip of her fingernail to drag it down her foot. Hermione jerked like she’d been hexed, looking frazzled and, if she were to guess correctly, embarrassed. 

“What did you do that for?” 

“What?” Ginny said innocently. 

“You know what,” Hermione said, with a bit of a blush. “I don’t like being tickled.” 

“Why not?” Ginny did it again. Hermione moved her leg away, tucking it underneath her for safety. 

“Because I don’t,” Hermione’s voice had gone up in a bit of a panic. 

“Why?” Ginny had to ask. 

“Because...” The question flustered Hermione. “I don’t know. I just don’t like it.” 

“Alright, fair enough.” Hermione visibly relaxed. 

“Now can I go back to my homework? I promise you that I’ll be done soon.” 

“Alright,” Ginny shrugged. “But if you’re going to study, I’m going to tickle you.” 

“Wha-what?” 

“It’s only fair,” Ginny added. 

Hermione was clearly debating with herself on what to do. Ginny suspected she didn’t think she was serious about it, not really. “Just give me ten more minutes,” she said. 

She made the grave mistake of stretching her leg back out, eyeing Ginny for a second, turning her focus back on what she’d been doing. 

Ginny pretended to look nonchalant, like she wasn’t about to enact some devilish plan. She gave it a couple minutes, using a few of her fingers to tickle at the top of her foot, right under her toes. 

Hermione bit her lip, refusing to look at Ginny. It didn’t get better for her; the red-head softly let her fingers travel up and down the socked foot. Her toes scrunched, she was trying to keep herself still and not flail it like Ginny suspected she wanted to. 

“You’re stronger than me,” Ginny commented. “I would’ve moved by now.” 

Hmm, what if she just... 

She rolled up the sock, not all the way, just enough that it was above the heel. Grinning slyly, she scratched right there. There were giggles now, muffled ones. If Ginny had to bet, she didn’t think Hermione would last much longer.   

“I think someone’s a little ticklish.” 

Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She squirmed. “Ghininy, stop!” She begged. 

“Are you ready to go?” Ginny asked pointedly. 

Hermione was really being stubborn. Despite wanting the tickling to end, she shook her head. 

“Fine,” Ginny shrugged. 

Ginny might not be as strong as her brothers, but she was stranger than Hermione. She pinned the bushy-hair girl down, papers moved out of the way so they wouldn’t get wrinkled. She could have easily used her wand to put Hermione in body bind but this was much more fun. 

Hermione was in a plain t-shirt, thin enough that it wouldn’t protect her. That shirt was pulled up just a smidge, revealing her stomach. She wondered if this would be a bad spot. Charlie used to get her good here. 

Ginny’s finger skittered over the sensitive skin, clawing up her sides, around her navel and even where her lower ribs began. Hermione was not prepared for this, dissolving into helpless laughter. She could do nothing but take it, her body seemingly weakened already. 

“Tickle, tickle, Hermione,” Ginny teased just like her brother’s used to do to her. She wasn’t even being as rough as they would have been and Hermione couldn’t take it. 

“No...no more!” She squealed. 

“How about here?” Ginny switched gears, going for the older girl’s neck and under her chin. Merlin, she was sensitive there too. Hermione kept throwing her head around to escape the red-head’s fingers. “Or here?” One of her arms had risen to stop Ginny, leaving her underarm perfectly exposed. 

“Okay!” Hermione cried out, tears gathering in her eyes. “Okay!” 

Ginny slowed the tickling down but did not stop. “Okay? You’ll go?” 

“Yes!” Hermione shot out quickly. 

Gnny snickered, removing her hands and allowing Hermione a moment to catch her breath. She got off the bed and smiled down at her in satisfaction. 

“Good. Now get your shoes on or  and let’s go. I need a butterbeer.” 

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Sorry it's been a hot minute. I've been a tab busy with college admissions and stuff. I have to work on my portfolio and uhhh... most of my most recent art is this kind of stuff, so I can't exactly put it in there... anyway, here you go.