AN: From interactive "Harry Potter Transformations", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Clenching a tiny fist, Hermione punched Ronda square on the nose. It was over too fast for Harry to see it coming, object, or intervene. Though, his eyes were drawn to the rippling of Hermione's bust as the punch landed. A triumphant smile on her face.
As Ronda went flying backwards, her arms windmilling, she hit a chair, almost landing in it. Instead, sending it screeching across the floor, as she hit the floor. Her bust rolling, beneath her blouse. The buttons straining to bursting point at the sudden movement.
Again Harry found his gaze drawn to the movement, the bouncing, shimmying of Ronda's chest impossible to ignore. His cheeks flushed, as he struggled to find somewhere, anywhere else to look.
Her hands came up, to cover her bloody nose. If anything, her arms made her cleavage rise and press against her blouse. Hermione advanced on the fallen girl, and stood over her like a triumphant boxer. Ronda's legs curled up beneath her, as she tried to avoid getting stood on, or kicked.
With a slick swish, Hermione drew her wand, the tip glowing a fierce white, as it came to rest a couple of inches from Ronda's face. At moments, the light flared, and a brilliant pure white flame burst from the tip. Snarling, she addressed Ronda.
"Just be glad I'm not shallow like you. That I don't judge women based on their appearance. Because if were as dumb as you Ronda Weasley, then we'd both be fucked."
Ronda flinched at the sound of her feminine name, quivered at Hermione's tone, and retreated, scuffling backwards as she actually swore.
A babbling, incoherent, but sincere apology flooded from her lips.
The white fire extinguished, and Hermione tucked her wand away, before offering Ronda a hand in getting back to her feet.
"I don't think Harry wants to see a cat-fight." she added as Ronda took her hand. Harry's head snapped backwards, in fascination of the intricate ceiling he'd previously left unappreciated.
