AN: From interactive "Harry Potter Transformations", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Ronda's lips barely moved as she muttered to herself. The constant attacks were wearing thin. It wasn't her fault, that people looked at busty women as dumb. He... She was as much a victim of that prejudice as anyone. Hell, she was the most recent victim. Her fingers fidgeting on the wand as she heard her friends... friends, heap abuse on her. They lacked empathy, she thought. Hermione most of all should understand this.
As her hand tightened around the wand, she felt the carved surface dig into the flesh of her palm. Ronda knew Hermione would thank her. Maybe not immediately, but once she too understood. It would be something they could share. Raising the wand, she felt Harry's hand as it grabbed her slim wrist. But it was already too late, he was too slow. As the spell shot from the wand. Hermione was hit in the stomach with a blast from the 'Witchmaker' wand.
Satisfied, her job was done, Ronda let the wand fall to the floor. It's impact barely audible as it landed. Hermione's face a shocked mask, as she felt the spell transform her. Harry pushed her backwards towards a nearby chair. The cocoon of magic spiralling around Hermione, her torso disappearing behind a blinding white gyre of magic. It spread upwards and downwards from her stomach, until only a vague silhouette of an outline was visible. A whimpering, whisper of 'No... No... No...', was heard from the whorling chaotic melée of magic. Moments later even that disappeared, as the white light grew too bright to face. Then a silent explosion, the light flared, and darkness returned to the room.
The three friends blinked away the tears, fighting to see anything beyond black and white specks, and a blurred impression of the room. Ronda's giggling suggested her sight cleared first. Followed moments later by the rare, but eloquent expression of Hermione swearing. Harry was impressed with the passion and imagination of Hermione's outburst, and tried to remember as much of the tirade as he could manage. As Harry's vision returned too, the reason was obvious.
"No one will ever think of calling you a nerd, or a geek now." Ronda announced triumphantly.
Hermione's hands fluttered in front of her bust, as if afraid of touching her expanded chest. As if that would destroy her last hope that ... that this might be an illusion. A Weasley Wizarding Wheeze. But even without those confirming fingers, the weight was unmistakable, pulling at her shoulders. The heft as she breathed, it was all already far too real to be denied.
"See...." Ronda added brightly, "I did you a favour."
Her sincerity, was undercut, by her giggling. The giggling more hysterical than amused, as she drank in the expanded bust of her girlfriend.
