Woes of a Potions Master

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 9 ~ Shopping Spree

Hermione’s eyes widened as she looked at the collection of faux bondage items the shop carried. Fred and George were really freaks. There was a large selection of blindfolds, chastity belts, slave collars, gags and muzzles, hoods and masks, leashes and leads, faux nipple clamps and toys, faux bondage restraints, slings and swings, strap on and body harnesses, and faux whips and paddles.

There were also faceless, featureless mannequins demonstrating the uses of many of the items, animated mannequins that began to work when a customer stopped to look at them. Hermione walked too close and accidentally started up two mannequins, one which was sitting in a chair holding a paddle and the other laid out across the first’s lap. The sitting mannequin started swatting the behind of the one spread across its lap with the paddle. Hermione scurried away from them.

Ginny laughed at Hermione’s reaction.

“When they first opened this part of the store, they used golems. But they were so realistic the voyeurs and the perverts started gathering and wanking off back here. Come everywhere. So they switched to these,” Ginny said, pointing at a mannequin that was securely wrapped in what looked like a strait jacket.

“This releases with a safe word,” Ginny said. “All Fred and George’s items have built in safety features.”

The witch strolled through the store with Hermione right on her heels, so close that when Ginny stopped, Hermione bumped into her, making her stumble forward.

“Hermione, relax!” Ginny chided her. “Now come on, we’re going to look at the restraints first.”

“Restraints?” Hermione mouthed silently, following Ginny down an aisle. Trussed up mannequins abounded. Ginny walked by them looking thoughtful. She stopped in front of each one. She looked over a collar and a set of hasp style cuffs that included a strap to link them together. The straps could be tightened to pull the hands higher up behind the back.

Hermione looked at this and blanched.

“I don’t like those, Ginny,” Hermione said.

“Their charmed so they can’t hurt you, Hermione, no matter how hard the straps are tugged on,” Ginny said. “Anyway, that’s not what I’m looking for…for you anyway,” she smirked. That would be good for Geoffrey. Ginny walked over to a line of shopping carts and took one out. She came back and took the collar/cuff set and dropped it in. Hermione’s eyes bulged.

“Come on,” Ginny said, walking further down the aisle. She stopped in front of a display of extremely long leather straps with loops on the end. It came with two metal loops that magically adhered to the ceiling and another piece that looked like a crank that attached to the wall. The straps could be tightened with it.

“Perfect!” Ginny said, throwing a box in the cart. “This comes with a safe word, an anti-tightening spell, a support spell and a lightening spell so you feel no strain.

Hermione looked at the display. A mannequin was dangling in the air by its wrists, the straps running through the ceiling loops and to the crank mechanism.

“Ginny!” Hermione gasped.

“You’ll be on the ground, don’t worry,” Ginny grinned at her, “You’re a newbie at this. I’m not going to string you up. Now, if Severus wants to do that…”

“Oh gods,” Hermione groaned as she followed the witch, who stopped by some collars. She looked them over until she found one that was green with silver studs. She threw it in the basket too.

“Slytherin colors. He’ll like that,” she said, throwing a leash in the cart as well.

Ginny walked over to the Whips and Paddle section, and browsed until she saw what looked like a riding crop. She picked it up and examined it. It was called “The Tickler”

Ginny turned to Hermione.

“Hold out your hand,” she said.

Hermione put both hands behind her back.

“Hermione, your marriage is at stake here,” Ginny reminded her.

Hermione reluctantly held out her hand. Ginny brought the riding crop down hard on her palm. Hermione winced reflexively, but where the crop connected on her palm, there was a distinct jolt of pleasure, no pain at all.

“Wow,” Hermione said, looking at the crop with interest.

“Feels pretty good, eh?” Ginny grinned at her, “And that was just your palm. On your body…forget it. I have three of these.” Ginny tossed it in the cart.

“But if I’m tied up I won’t be able to use that,” Hermione said, her brow furrowing.

“Oh, that’s not for you. That’s for the Professor,” Ginny said.

Ginny picked out some thin leather gloves, and a black half mask, also leather. Then she walked over to some parchment and selected a large piece.

“What’s that for?” Hermione asked.

“I’ll explain everything to you later. Come on, we have to select your “costume” designed for visual stimulation and easy access. And I want you to braid your hair tonight. In about fifteen braids or so,” Ginny said, looking at Hermione’s ponytail.

They walked on. Ginny picked up a small box that had speaker holes in it. There was a stack of small disks next to it. She read a few of them, then smiled wickedly.

“I love this song. It’s perfect,” she said, placing the box and the disk in the cart.

They walked into the clothing section. There was a large selection of body suits, catsuits, corsets and waist cinchers, dresses, fetish footwear, garterbelts, panties and bras, gloves and stockings, pants and shorts, shirts and tops, skirts and uniforms.

Ginny eyed them all speculatively, until her eyes fell on a dress that was quite specialized. She grabbed it and held it up to Hermione, who stared down at it.

“Another perfect match,” Ginny said, tossing it into the cart.

She stopped by the strap-ons. Huge dildos in harnesses abounded, in all shapes, colors and sizes. Some were amazingly realistic.

“No fucking way, Ginny,” Hermione breathed. “Severus doesn’t need anything like these, trust me.”

“I’m just looking, Hermione,” Ginny said, stroking a dildo reflectively, “To be honest, I don’t need any of these either. I have a slew of real ones at home.”

Hermione shook her head. Ginny was something else. She turned to Hermione.

“Well, that’s all we need. I’m not trying to outfit you two. We can go and have lunch now as soon as I pay for these,” Ginny said, walking to counter at the very back of the store. A very old wizard was behind the counter. He looked up at the women as Ginny piled her purchases on the counter.

“Having a party, girls?” the old wizard wheezed. His eyes were surprisingly sharp for an old man. Hermione blushed horribly.

“Yeah, we are. Want to come?” Ginny said suggestively.

The old wizard cackled as he rang up the items.

“I’ve heard about your parties, Miss Weasley. I probably wouldn’t survive one. Although I’m sure it would be a wonderful way to go, I’m afraid I must decline,” he said winking, then smiling at her. He was missing several teeth.

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Ginny said, “Put those on my account, Rudolph.”

“Sure thing, Miss Weasley,” he replied. He handed her a slip.

“Want me to reduce these for you?” the wizard asked.

“Yes, Rudolph…thank you,” Ginny replied.

The old wizard crooked a finger at the items and they shrunk. He then put them in a small bag for her. Ginny took the bag, kissed two fingers and pressed them to the old man’s lips. He grinned.

“See you Miss Weasley,” he said as she and Hermione turned to leave.

“Bye, Rudolph. Remember, that’s an open invitation. Good anytime,” Ginny teased him. The old man’s bright eyes glittered.

“If I was fifty years younger, Miss Weasley, I’d give you a run for your galleons,” the wizard said a little wistfully.

“I bet you would,” Ginny said, fluttering her eyes at him before she and Hermione exited the back area, passing through the black curtain and the age spell again.

“It would be funny if he showed up, Ginny,” Hermione giggled.

Ginny scowled at her.

“No it wouldn’t. I’d have to fuck him if he did,” the witch said, “I invited him after all.”

“You better hope he never figures that out,” Hermione grinned.

They exited the store.

In the office, Fred and George put down their security mirror.

“Well, well George…it seems that at least one of the Snapes are interested in our Licorice Whips and Candy Chains line after all,” Fred said, grinning wickedly.

“The Professor’s in for some interesting makeup sex, judging by the things Ginny purchased,” George said. “I’d sure like to be in his shoes. But with Georgiana, of course. I still can’t get her to try any of the line,” he complained. His wife just wasn’t into being tied up and left to her husband’s mercy. George had little enough of it as it was.

“Yeah, old Snape’s going to have a red letter day tomorrow, that’s for sure,” Fred said, “He probably deserves it too. Snapelets. Damn.”

Fred and George looked at each other and the laughter started all over again.

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A/N: Well, that was an interesting shopping trip. Please review.