(This story is set in Book 6. It can be considered independent from any of my other HP:TK stories.).
Harry Potter TK: Luna and Pansy
The Room of Requirement was one of the mysterious rooms in a castle full of them. Hogwarts’ Room of Requirement was said to only appear when a person had real need of it. Sometimes it was there, and sometimes it was not, but when it appeared, it was always equipped for the seeker's needs. But what exactly was considered a real need? Did ‘I want to prank someone’ count as a true need? If Pansy Parkinson had realized such a flimsy excuse constituted ‘a real need’, then she would have thoroughly abused this room long ago.
She was seated in a bizarre type of armchair. It was made of the soft, red, plush materials that all Hogwarts armchairs were made of, but the comfort was minimal due to the fact that there were thick straps that sprouted from the chair that went around her arms, wrists, and waist. Her ankles and knees were bound to a plush footstool in front of her. She had received a note to come to this room because inside had something that “would put a smile on her face”. She had rushed straight to the room, hoping to hear some juicy gossip or useful information but instead she found herself helplessly bound to this chair. The room was bizarre. The walls were a colourful splash of colour, the kind of thing you might see in a kindergarten classroom. Pansy struggled with her bonds as fiercely as she could, but all she managed to do was tire herself. She felt beads of condescension form on her brow and in her long dark hair. Just when Pansy was starting to wonder if she would be here forever, there was loud creak of a wooden door, and a figure entered, footsteps echoing across the room.
Pansy wasn’t sure how to react when the blonde figure skipped up to her, still trapped in that armchair, with a wide smile on her face. It was none other than Luna “Loony” Lovegood, which was quite possible one of the last people she wanted to see in this situation. I mean, a filthy mudblood like Granger or a muggle-lover like Ginny Weasley could at least be reasoned with, but how do you reason with a crazy person?
“Hello, Pansy. I see you got my message,” Luna said by way of greeting. Pansy looked away from her, at the colourful ceilings and walls. All the vibrant colours worried Pansy, as it all seemed to remind her of what an unpredictable and eccentric character she would be dealing with.
“What do you want with me, Lovegood,” spat Pansy, struggling in her bonds again.
Luna gave a big sigh. “Why do you have to be so hostile, Pansy?”
“Why do you think?” Pansy said, straining to get her arms and legs free.
“Honestly, there’s no excuse for rudeness, you know. That’s kind of while you’re here, actually.”
“What are you talking about, Lovegood?”
“If you’ll forgive me saying, I’ll notice you’ve been not very nice to my friends. You’ve been not very nice to a lot of people, in fact.”
Pansy choked back something rude. She knew that antagonizing someone when you were at their mercy was generally not the best idea. “So is it my fault your pals give me so many reasons to despise them?”
Luna gave another sigh. “Listen, I know it’s not your fault. My father has run studies on such serial grumpiness. I’m betting you have a serious Wrackspurt infection.”
Pansy was struggling mightily to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “What are you on about?”
“You need some cheering up. You’re always so grumpy and you always have a sneer on your face. Trust me, this will help!” Pansy didn’t know how to react to this, especially since Luna seemed absent of actual malice. Her round eyes looked so innocent and playful Pansy did not know what to say. What Luna did next begged an immediate reaction, however.
Luna bent down and began untying Pansy’s black school shoes.
“Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing, Lovegood?” Pansy said, panicking as her right shoe and then her left was removed, exposing her nylon-clad feet.
“Cheering you up, silly! Weren’t you listening?” Luna said cheerily, wiggling her fingers tantalizingly close to Pansy’s soles. Pansy glanced down at Luna’s hands as if seeing them for the first time, noticing that her nails have been recently filed. They were a bright shade of blue that matched the Ravenclaw house colours, half-an-inch long, with rounded tips.
“Wait, wait, are you going to tickle me? Hold up, let’s talk about this!” Pansy said, her eyes wide as she scrunched her toes defensively. She spoke quickly, the words spilling from her mouth as she tried to dissuade her captor. Pansy had been tickled by Draco before during their pillowplay, and by her Slytherin dorm-mates when they found her particular obnoxious, and she was acutely aware of just how ticklish she was all over her body.
“You can thank me later, for now, all you need to do is laugh,” Luna said, sounding entirely serious as she lightly drug a fingernail down the left foot, and then the right. Pansy jolted from each touch, feet flinching and toes wiggling. "Wow, Pansy, so even that has you wiggling? I thought only the super-sensitive Veela had more ticklish feet than me, but I guess was wrong!"
Pansy mentally noted Luna’s foolhardy admission that her own feet were ticklish. That might come in handy sometime, the Slytherin thought. Would revenge be on the cards in the future? She would have to get out of here first… Revenge was becoming a more and more enticing option, as cackling giggles began seeping through as Luna introduced more and more fingers. By the time Luna was using all ten fingernails Pansy was erupting with laughter, giggles blasting from her mouth as Luna’s nails scampered lightly across her soles.
Luna’s observation on the sensitivity of Pansy Parkinson’s feet had not been wrong. Pansy’s creamy pale feet were delightfully receptive, and the dark nylons she wore only amplified her ticklishness. The nylons ironed out the wrinkles in her soles and smoothed out the surface of the skin, so Luna’s nails could glide over the sole as if it were awash in the finest lotion. Pansy’s feet twisted desperately to try to evade the tickling nails, but for all her efforts all it determined was which ticklish foot need endure the brunt of the tickling assault.
“See, don’t you feel better already? Look how much you’re laughing and smiling!”
Pansy would have shot back with a snide remark, but she was laughing far too hard to manage a response. Pansy was already close to roaring with laughter, so she tried to scrunch up her pretty little toes up to wrinkle the flesh and create ripples across the skin of her arches, in an effort to thicken the skin and abate the maddening sensations somewhat. However, the nylons meant that despite the wrinkles Luna’s long nails could still effortlessly stroke up and down the soles with impunity. The only thing Pansy’s scrunching of her sole resulted in was a slight cooing sound from Luna as she found Pansy’s reactions extremely cute! They always had the effect of emphasizing the nail polish on Pansy’s toes, which gave Luna an idea of where to go next.
“Oooh, your toenails are cool,” Luna commented, referring to the emerald-green polish on Pansy’s toes. “I may not like the Slytherins very much, but it’s nice that you’re showing your house pride!”
On that note, Luna began focusing her strokes along Pansy’s toes. She giggled alongside Pansy as she did her best to tease every inch of those digits. Pansy had never been tickled for more than a few moments, and she was fast learning how little she was enjoying this. Pansy was wilting quickly from this precise tickling, as she had only just discovered quite how ticklish her toes were.
“I can see these ticklish toes are making you very happy,” Luna said playfully, wiggling Pansy’s big toe as the older Slytherin girl threw her head back in the plush armchair and squealed with laughter. “Say, when was the last time you played this little piggy?” Luna stopped tickling her for a moment as she waited for a reply.
“Ehehehe... This little what?” Pansy asked, in between pants. The name was vaguely familiar but she wasn’t quite sure.
“Oh, you’ve never played it before! That’s great!” Luna cheered excitedly, clapping her hands together. “I guess you’ve never heard of it because it’s a muggle thing.”
A muggle thing. Pansy already did not like where this was going. If it was something to do with muggles, it would not be any good. Any Slytherin knew that.
“I’ll explain it to you, you know how your toes look like little pigs?” Luna asked, with a smile on her face as if she was explaining basic Transfiguration spells to a 1st year.
“Hmmm,” Luna paused, staring at Pansy’s nylons. “Actually, you kind of have a point, let’s get rid of those leggings of yours first!”
“Wait, wait, no!” exclaimed Pansy. The sheer material of the stockings had blocked some of the tickling, especially when it had been her toes being teased, and did like the idea of being deprived of one of her few remaining means of protection.
“Diffindo!” Luna said, brandishing her wand. The spell snipped off the tops of Pansy’s black nylons, and Luna spent the next few moments rolling the remaining fabric down to the entire bare sole was exposed. “There, don’t those toes look like little piggies now?”
“Nohohohoh,” Pansy said, squeaking as Luna tweaked her littlest toes.
“Of course they do! Now let’s get started with the song! It’ll be sure to put a smile on your face!” Luna’s smile looked frenzied to Pansy as her long fingernails approached the Slytherin’s sensitive toes again, causing Pansy to groan, squirm, and curl her toes.
“Usually you go from big toe down,” Luna explained slowly, as she began her rhyme. Pansy found her tone simultaneously condescending and terrifying. Why was she acting this way? Bloody Ravenclaws and their knowledge. It was like she was treating this as a lesson.
“Now this little piggy went to the market…” Luna sung, gently pinching the pedicured big toe of Pansy’ right foot and wiggling it from side to side, lightly scratching its pad with the nail of a free finger on her other hand. “I always wonder what the piggy was doing in the market, and what she bought, but maybe that’s just me.” Pansy grit her teeth as Luna continued her musing and pondering. It was blatant she was doing this on purpose so she drag out the time she was teasing Pansy’s poor big toe. She was drawing figure eights on it now. Eventually she stopped, and moved onto the next toe in line, when Pansy’s frantic giggles had lessened somewhat. Clearly, Loony did not intend to desensitize any of Pansy’s super-ticklish spots. She only acts mad, but there’s a method to her madness, Pansy thought as she panted heavily.
“This little piggy stayed home…” while Luna was reaching for Pansy’s second toe in line, she ‘accidentally’ grazed her nails up Pansy’s arch making the Slytherin squeak in surprise — then went right back to her devious toe teasing. “The song never explains why the piggy had to stay at home. I wonder if she was grounded,” Luna said, gazing contemplatively while her fingers wiggled Pansy’s toe before teasing it with her nails.
“This little piggy had roast beef… isn’t it odd for a pig to eat beef? I mean, not like she was eating pork, but I still find it strange. Is it just me?” Luna’s words went in one ear and out the other, as by the third toe Pansy was laughing too hard to even think, as Luna gently yet firmly held her toe back, just enough to keep it in place as she worked, and used all the fingers of her free hand to tickle its sides, its pad, underneath, and especially in between.
“This little piggy had none… poor piggy. Say, I’m kind of feeling a bit peckish, and your toes are good enough to eat!” Luna said, licking her lips. Pansy, who had only been half-listening was then utterly caught off-guard as Luna leaned down and lightly nibbled at Pansy’s toe, shocking her with the foreign sensations. The tongue lapped and licked at the sensitive flesh, and Pansy’s laughter rose another octave higher.
“Now the last piggy… oh, you’ll love when happens here,” Luna tittered, as she teased Pansy’s littlest toe with a combination of tongue, tooth and nail. “This little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home." Pansy, who had never heard the rhyme before, knew not what to expect, and having had her poor toes teased for so long was caught utterly by surprise as Luna’s talon-like fingers finished teasing the smallest toe and flew across the sole below. The ten ravaging fingers made the sole spasm and twitch with tremendous urgency, but there was nowhere to hide as Luna even lapped at the undersides of Pansy’s toes as if she hadn’t tormented those poor toes enough, while her fingers stroked all along the arch and the ball of the foot.
"Well, I hope you found that educational,” Luna giggled playfully as she gave the toes of the right foot one last tweak and shifted her focus over Pansy’s left foot. “We still have five more piggies to play with!”
Pansy could not imagine having to endure much more of this. She collapsed back into the plush armchair as Luna gave her a much-needed break. Pansy’s face was growing red partly due to the intense tickling on her feet and partly due to the embarrassment of being driven mad by such a childish and stupid act. Her long dark hair was a dishevelled mess, and she could feel herself perspiring. It looks like she would have to swallow her pride.
“No, please… stopehehehehe!” Pansy’s protests were cut off by a rake up her left sole.
“I can see it in your eyes, Pansy,” Luna said, gazing intently at the bound Slytherin. Pansy found herself gulping. “The Wrackspurts are still infecting you. We’ve made some good progress, but we’ll need a last push. Hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to change the song a bit to reflect our current situation.”
Pansy closed her eyes, slumping back in her chair and groaning loudly as Luna began to speak in that annoying sing-song voice again. “Now this little ticklish piggy was always grumpy.” Pansy’s eyes shot open as she felt a new sensation trickling across her left foot’s big toe. Luna had leaned down and was using her long dirty-blonde hair like a feather duster, swiping strands of her hair across Pansy’s toes. Her toes squirmed desperately against the hand holding it in place; it felt like worms were slithering all over the captive digit and Pansy was displeased to report it tickled horribly. Damnit, was this ditz going to tickle her with every body part she could? What would be next, her eyelashes?
“This little ticklish piggy needed to smile more,” Luna said, grinning like a Cheshire cat herself as she wiggled the next toe in line. Pansy felt fingernails scrabbling all over the toe, the stem, the webbing, the pad – everywhere. The nails teased for a few moments and as soon as Pansy’s giggles lessened in quantity the hair returned, dusting the toe as if it was a dusty artefact that had to be meticulously cleaned.
“This little ticklish piggy promised to be nicer,” Luna said, in a tone that was almost threatening and she emphasized her point by engulfing Pansy’s middle toe with her mouth, gnawing and sucking on it with her teeth. The slimy tongue of hers was distinctly unbearable, especially when it pushed through the gaps between her toes to tease the sensitive flesh there.
“This little ticklish piggy will be back here if she doesn’t keep her word,” Luna said, this time emphasizing her point with a thorough dusting of the fourth toe with her hair. She swept her hair up and down in grand motions, often inadvertently tickling neighbouring areas as well, not that she was overly concerned about that. Pansy had tears in her eyes from the laughter, but she knew she had to save her strength because if it was the same as before. Things were about to get even worse.
"And this little ticklish piggy laughed 'hee hee hee!' just for me!” Luna sung, as she begun the song’s grand finale. This time, her fingers strayed upwards, one hand lodging themselves in between her squirming toes while the other hovered above it, the sharp fingernails jabbing right at the pads and toetips of each toe. She set to work wiggling again, scratching the delicate skin between each digit while tickling the tops simultaneously. After a while the hand teasing the tops of the foot snuck down to torment the arch and the heel too, with Luna leaning down to lightly lap at Pansy’s prettily-pedicured toes too.
“Is… is it over?” Pansy said, her mind a haze as sweat trickled down her face.
“Actually, now that you mention it…” Luna had a wide grin on her face. “Word is you’re a crazy-good tickler.” Pansy didn’t deny it. Her nails and wrath were legendary, and many a hapless female had discovered.
“So I’m going to let you have a chance at winning your freedom,” Luna declared. She slipped off her school flats, peeled off her socks and propped them up against Pansy’s bare soles. Pansy noticed Lovegood’s feet were slender and milky-white, with long toenails with blue nail polish that matched her fingers. Pansy also noticed Luna’s feet were slightly larger.
Pansy sighed. It sounded like a trap, but she had to go for it. “How?”
“I’m going to use my feet to tickle yours. I’m not going to use my hands or anything else. You can use your feet to tickle me back. If you laugh before me, I get to use my hands. If I laugh before you, you’re free to go. Sound good?”
Pansy knew she had no option but to accept (the alternative was akin to resigning, after all). There was no convincing Luna ‘Loony’ Lovegood of how this was lunacy and she should throw herself on her knees and beg for Pansy’s forgiveness. Gazing at Luna’s pale bare feet, Pansy knew her odds were not good, as she saw Lovegood had let her toenails grow long so they would tickle every bit as much as her long fingernails.
“May the best piggies win,” Luna said with a grin, as she leaned back on her hands and set her feet wiggling in Pansy’s distraction. Pansy almost lost right there and then as Lovegood’s pale toes landed the first blow, scampered up and down, wiggling and scratching in the centre of her arches. Pansy choked back the instinctive snort of laughter and tried to wiggle her feet free, but Luna was following her like a hawk, keeping constant contact with her arches. Pansy found herself being reminded of thumb-wrestling, as she managed to use one foot to push Luna’s feet away, though Luna had landed a dangerous swipe across Pansy’s ticklish toes in the process.
Pansy knew the best defence was a good offence, so she tried to quickly retaliate and tickle Luna back with her own toes, but she lacked Luna’s dexterity and deftness, her clumsy swipes struggling to make contact. Pansy was hungry for revenge though, and although she was sore and tired from the tickling, she pressed her, eventually landed a few good hits on Luna. Luna hadn’t been joking when she had mentioned her own ticklishness, and every blow Pansy landed made Luna’s feet jerk and twitch. Pansy could see a smile on Luna’s face, which spurred her attack on.
Fatigue was beginning to set in, however, and after a swipe that had been way off-point, Luna launched a savage counter-attack. She pinned Pansy’s foot in place with her own, pushing back the toes and used her remaining to wiggle scrape up and down the now-taut sole. Pansy’s eyes went wide and she grit her teeth. Her remaining foot wiggled and flapped desperately, but she couldn’t muster the energy to free the other foot. And just like that, the dam broke. Pansy exploded with laughter, throwing her head back and roaring. She heard Luna titter.
“Oh, you’ve done it now… looks like you lose.”
Pansy only had a moment to figure out what this meant. Now both her feet hung limp and defeated, as Luna’s victorious feet scrapped and wiggled across them freely. The amount of tickling sensations then doubled, as the Luna’s precise fingers entered the fray, zeroing on those little piggies she had had such fun with. Pansy only had breath for laughter now, as it felt more like being tickled by two people and four hands, considering how dexterous the Ravenclaw’s feet were.
Her feet were too ticklish, too over-sensitized, as the fingernails scrapped the tops while the toenails scrapped the bottom. Pansy closed her eyes, anything to escape what was happening to her poor feet, but it only meant when Luna used her tongue and mouth again that the tickling caught her off-guard. It felt like every inch of Pansy’s poor ticklish soles were being tormented at the same time, as tongue lapped and nails scratched. Luna also began using her hair as a weapon once more, flicking her hair across Pansy’s feet as if she was swatting flies. The contrasting sensations between hair, nails and tongue were overwhelming the helpless Slytherin. Having been tickle-teased for so long, Pansy was struggling to differentiate between the different methods of tickling, it was all mixing together as a storm of sensations coursing through her body.
Her feet had stopped wriggling now, as they had run out of energy, leaving the trove of ticklish spots to be plundered at will by all the devious tools Luna had at her disposal as she sought to mine every scrap of laughter from her.
Five different points of stimulation on Pansy’s sensitive feet were far too much to stand, especially as Luna began dipping her tongue between Pansy’s toes again, and Pansy found her eyelids growing heavy. The last thing she heard as she began to drift out of consciousness was Luna giggling.
“Remember what I said… you’ll be back here again if I see the Wrackspurts have returned…”