AN: From interactive "Harry Potter Transformations", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Tears welled in Ronda's eyes. A mix of terror and frustration. But she remained tight-lipped. Her hands flapped wildly at her side in agitation.
"Oh... oh, yeah. You can talk again." Hermione hiding just a hint of a smile at how obedient Ronda was now.
She gasped, loudly as if she were surfacing from a deep dive.
"Please. Never do that again." Ronda's voice resonant with sincerity. Hermione rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Harry smiled at his two friends, knowing what had to happen next. "Okay Hermione, what can you tell us about this spell. Oh, and please concentrate on how it can be broken."
It was Hermione's turn to inhale deeply, the 'boys' knew it was going to be a long speech.
"The power of the Witchmaker, is that it draws it's limits from the person cursed."
She gestured to Ronda, "Ron here, clearly likes women to be beautiful."
Ronda's lips moved silently, as she stopped herself from saying that was only reasonable. She was quickly realising the downside to being so gorgeous. Ron knew deep down, that much as he loved beautiful women... it was more as eye-candy, and not as a whole person with opinions, that he'd listen too.
"He clearly prefers women to be obedient, too." Hermione continued.
"I don't ..." Ronda squawked in outrage, but her objection fell silent, as Hermione raised a stiff finger jabbing towards Ronda, and a disapproving scowl on her face. Once more Ronda silence was ensured.
"Maybe a reaction against his mum." Hermione mused. Ronda's cheeks flushed crimson, heating with shame. All three knowing who ran the Weasley house, and who held the family together.
It was Harry's turn to squirm, as a conversation... hopefully a joking one, came back to him. A late night conversation, from the dorm room, after everyone else had fallen asleep.
"... a witch should be obscene and not heard..."
He sincerely hoped Ron had been joking, though his enforced quiet suggested otherwise. But it certainly wasn't a conversation he was going to have in front of Hermione. She was already fighting her own disappointment with Ron.
Hermione herself was squirming too. Unable to put into words her deepest fear. In quiet moments, and on walks around the castle. Their conversations, haunted her. As a hard-working witch, she was afraid that Ron didn't like how much time she spent studying. Except when it was time to hand in assignments, and a good answer was needed for him to copy.
Hermione couldn't face the possibility that this gorgeous, curvaceous copper-topped beauty might be a bimbo. That soon, she'd be using her body to bend men to her will. She shuddered as she imagined Ronda trying to manipulate Harry. But Ron's contempt for study timetables, for studying in general made her very nervous about how she'd prefer her witches.
She even felt a twinge of guilt, at being so studious herself. Had she driven Ron further in his prejudice against hard-working witches. She thought of Ginny too. She was already stronger than Ron, though being a year lower she too hid her skills to protect his self-esteem.
With a vague wave of her hand in Ronda's direction, Ronda started gabbling again.
"Please... I said, Please don't do that again..." her voice high, girlish and uncomfortably agitated.
Sighing, she continued. "This spell lasts at least a month. So you'd better get used to the silky underwear. Oh, and I doubt how to silence you, will remain a mystery for long either."
Ronda's cheeks flushed even redder, at the mention of silk underwear. Her rump trying to sink though the bed she was sitting on. Her arms coming up, as she cuddled herself.
"A month...?" her voice almost beyond human hearing in pitch.
"At least." Hermione answered clearly.
