Breaking the Rules
Chapter One: Unexpected Outcomes

The door swung open as Hermione slid inside; she gently pressed the door back into the frame, and sharply swung around to ensure she was alone.

Hidden amongst the mound of towels and clean robes, a figure unseen to Hermione crouched lower. Fear filled the hidden girl's mind as she remembered what she had planned. It was strange. Instead of the harsh, gut wrenching fear she had expected, a cold, hard, calculating kind filled her instead. As if the fear she felt was helping her carry this out, the most despicable of plans.

She did not even blink as Hermione walked closer and closer to the pile of clothes she used as her hiding place, before the girl selected a towel and turned away. As she walked back, the way she came, away from the pile of robes and towels, Hermione shrugged her robe to the floor, kicking it aside.

A gleam filled Luna's eyes as she watched the silky smooth skin of Hermione's nice, round ass gently bounce away from her; delicately placed on top of a pair of smooth legs that, in Luna's eyes, never ended. She decided quickly that bulky clothes and robes Hermione normally wore did this beautiful figure before her no justice at all.

Taps squeaked and shuddered as Hermione twisted the knobs of every single one, systematically making sure that the deep, wide, pool filled evenly with every kind of bubbly, fruity liquid on offer. She slowly slid one long, enticing leg into the thick layer of bubbles before gently resting of her soft body into the warm liquid, a long, quiet moan escaping her as her body slid into the water's warm embrace.

It was now or never. This was the deciding moment for Luna. Whether she got what she wanted... or spent the rest of her nights like every night before, stroking herself silently to the rhythm of her sick, perverted thoughts.

She took a deep breath; a shudder running through her body as she slowly stood up, taking a slow unbalanced step out from her hiding spot. The spot in which she had spent many sleepless nights hiding, waiting for this exact moment when Hermione was, (or at least the silly girl thought she was), alone.

Luna's robe slapped against the floor as she dropped it from her shoulders; her body gleamed with small beads of sweat as she shuddered with excitement, and a little dread, at the thought of what she was about to do. She tiptoed along the hard tiles, and covered the floor of the entire room. Suddenly she was right behind her. Luna could almost smell her long and soft brown hair. Darkened and thick from the bathwater. It clung to her delicate little face and shoulders before webbing out across the surface if the bath water.

Luna's heart lurched, as her mind raced with the things that she would do to that sweet, delicate and completely innocent girl. Luna snorted... innocent? Not for very much longer.

With a startled splash, Hermione span around and beheld Luna's naked body. Her eyes slowly slid up the other girl's smooth, pale and skinny body. Her eyes paused when they reached Luna's perky breasts, nipples standing out in the cool air, engorged pink dots on the smooth round hills of beautifully formed flesh that obstructed most of Luna's face. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders and back, framing her breasts as she crouched down to Hermione's level. She was surprised Hermione had not said anything yet, this was after all the prefect's bathroom. She had spent a fun few days gaining the secret password from a friend who was now a lot... closer to Luna in many ways.

"W-what... what are you doing here Luna?" she asked, in a harsh, almost fearful whisper.

"I came to see you," Luna replied in a cold, flat tone as she sat down on the edge of the giant bath, 'I've wanted to do this for such a long time...' she whispered softly, gently lowering herself into the warm water, feeling it accept her body and hug her delicate form, leaving no part untouched.

'D-d-do what...?' Hermione whispered, puzzled and slightly scared Luna's sudden appearance.

How had she known she would be here? Had she been here before? Had she seen what Hermione did in this room when alone? Moreover, whom she did them with...

Luna moved her head closer to Hermione's, tilting it slightly to one side as she whispered "This..." and in one swift motion lent forward and kissed Hermione gently on the lips.

Hermione's reaction was delayed but inevitable.

'What are you doing Luna!?' she gasped loudly. It was a good thing that Luna had set charms around the room earlier, to prevent anyone outside becoming aware of her illicit activity.

'You know I don't... you know... swing that way,' she said in a quiet, but still an angry and flustered voice.

Oh, but I damn well know you do... thought Luna, as she watched Hermione flap about in the water, not listening to her rant about how uncalled for and invasive it was, what Luna had just done.

Oh well... there was always Plan B... Luna thought, as a slow, sadistic smile spread across her lips.

She suddenly jumped from the pool and headed towards her original hiding spot, Hermione shouting behind her, demanding to know how she planned to rectify what she had done. Rectify what she had done? Ha! She had much better and much more fun plans. Shifting a pile of towels aside, she grabbed her wand and summoned a pile of rope.

Sometimes it was nice to give things a personal touch... she thought, her sadistic grin growing bigger. She frowned at the rope. It was beautifully long, pale and smooth one, and would hardly irritate the skin at all.

"Now that's no good," she giggled to herself, slowly circling her wand above the coils of rope and thickening it, lengthening it. However, above all, removing the smoothness and making it rough and harsh. It was a sure-fire way to rip and tear at any flesh that struggled against it. Luna grinned at her work. It had taken sometime to perfect the art of making the rope as harsh as she wanted it to be, and yet strong enough to hold a struggling victim.

Holding the rope behind her back, out of the view of Hermione, who pulled herself out of the pool. She was still yelling and moaning away at Luna.

Yap yap yap. She would soon put a stop to that.

Quick as a flash, she grabbed one of Hermione's wrists with one hand and with the other pushed her back into the pool. She quickly captured the other flailing wrist, and pushed them both together, twisting loop after loop of rope around Hermione's thin and delicate wrists. After tying off the length of rope, Luna dragged Hermione back out of the enormous bathtub, and left her floundering on the tiled floor.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?! I'll have you expelled you freak!" Hermione's insults did not stop as Luna crossed the room to where Hermione had carelessly left her clothes. Picking through the pile with her foot, she found what she was after. Luna's mouth curled at one corner in pleasure as she crouched down to grab Hermione's soft underwear. She toyed with them as she crossed the room, back to the struggling form that was Hermione, who, to Luna's surprise, had managed to get onto her knees. She was still screaming insults... but no one but Luna could hear.

"Oh, shut up," she angrily muttered as she stuffed the panties forcefully into the owner's mouth. Before she could spit the garment out, Luna traced her wand over the older girl's lips to seal her mouth shut as she muttered incantations under her breath. As she did so, Hermione started to struggle and scream... but to no avail. Her mouth was sealed shut. Admittedly, the panties were not necessary to silence Hermione. But Luna loved the idea of Hermione knowing that the garment that had rubbing between her legs all day soaking up any 'juices ' she may have produced, was now stuck immovably in her mouth.

Luna dragged Hermione along the floor, further away from the pool. Time for a little bit of fun. She grabbed a length of rope from the floor and looped it in half, threading the two loose ends through the loop, then and placed it round Hermione's little neck. Next, she threaded the loose ends the rope between Hermione's legs and pushing her arms down against her ass cheeks, and then tied the ends of the rope to her wrists, pulling the rope taut through Hermione's legs and making it dig lightly into her groin. She grabbed her bound wrist and yanked them back away from her back. A muffled scream came from Hermione as the rough rope dug deep in between her legs.

Luna gently started to hum under her breath; the way she did while wandering the castle, trying to keep ideas and thoughts like the very ones that she was living out, out of her head. At that moment she realised she should not have being hiding from these thoughts. She should have being embracing them. This. This was who she was.

Looping another rope around Hermione's neck in the same way she had with the other, Luna pulled it harshly around to the back of Hermione's neck, pulling down to her bound wrists. Sensing what was coming Hermione lurched forward in a pitiful attempt to escape.

Luna rolled her eyes, "There's no point in even trying you know," she whispered sweetly in Hermione's ears, "I cast one spell and you wake up in your bed, and all this was just a bad dream. Or... you don't wake up at all..." Luna let the last word hang in the air, before slowly sliding her tongue into the edge of Hermione's ear; following the edge of it she worked her way to her magically shut mouth, to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Much like the one, she gave in the pool.

Back to work. Hermione was now face down on the floor, head turned at an angle to avoid her face being crushed.

Luna reached for the rope she had left hanging from her neck, and swiftly looped it around her bony wrist, before pulling all of Hermione's long, damp hair into a ponytail, tying an extra rope loosely to it so it pulled at her hair lightly, before Luna enchanted the two ropes to bind together.

"Now for the fun bit," she giggled like a child, as she once again picked up her wand. Forcibly lifting up Hermione's bound wrists, forcing the rough, thick, rope ever deeper into her soft flesh, Luna tapped the rope at the back of her delicate neck, and watched it tighten. Slowly at first, it pulled her hair further and further back as this happens it also pulled her head painfully back and dangerously tightened the rope around her neck, Hermione making a choked sound in response.

After a few seconds, Luna stopped the spell and admired her still unfinished work. The rope she had just tightened did three things. Firstly, it pulled Hermione's head and hair painfully far back, slowly suffocating her and it forcing her to fight against the rope, pulling harder and harder into her already sore clit.

The only way Hermione could stop herself from suffocating, to clear her airway, was to force her head back and slacken the rope around her neck. However, she could only do this for so long before her neck began to ache. Alternatively, she could pull her bound wrists closer to her neck. However, this meant that she would be willingly rubbing that thick, harsh rope deeper into herself.

Luna smiled to herself. This truly was working out far better than she could have hoped.