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Ginny and Daphne’s Catfight
By: 2CRsgt

Disclaimer: I would like to take this opportunity to state categorically that I do not own Harry Potter, nor make any money from my writing.
Wednesday, 4 September 1996
Hogwarts
Ground Floor Girls’ Necessary
Ginny fed up with the line to use a stall. Why didn’t they have more stalls in the girls’ loo. It’s not like she could stand near a wall and take a piss. The girl behind Ginny made some comment that if she can’t wait, go elsewhere before she stinks up the place. Ginny looked over her shoulder, ‘Great a Slytherin fart joke.”
The argument was loud and long. The other girls vanished as soon as they could. Preferring to use the necessary in the safety of their own House rather than stick around for the eruption they knew was coming. It happened when the Slytherin girl slapped Ginny and she slapped the girl back. The ensuing cat fight saw the two girls forget magic and get down to basics. Scratch, slap, kick, pull hair, roll on the floor, rip clothes and piss themselves. The two ended up with the room full of open stalls. After a mutual truce they used the stalls for what they were made for when they finished the two girls glared at each other while they washed up. The two girls stepped apart, “I hate you!” Ginny declared her hair in wild disarray her clothes torn, modesty a thing of the past.
“I hate you more!” The blonde Slytherin girl shot back, her carefully styled hair was a rat’s nest. She sagged against the tiled wall and searched her purse for her hairbrush. While she tried to repair her hairdo her torn top and bra slipped off one shoulder, her breast exposed through the gap in her robe.
“I hate snakes. Can I borrow your hairbrush?”
“I hate how Gryffs always think they’re right,” she handed her silver backed hairbrush, “here.”
“Thanks. I hate… Nice tits.”
The Slytherin girl opened her robe all the way and moved her ruined blouse and bra to show both, “They are aren’t they.”
“I hate…” Ginny looked at the Slytherin’s chest. “That your boobs are bigger than mine.”
“I hate…” The Slytherin looked at Ginny’s crotch. “You’re a real red head, aren’t you?.”
“I hate… What’s your name?”
“Daphne… Daphne Greengrass yours?”
“Ginny.”
“A Weasley?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Didn’t know there was a girl Weasley.”
Ginny’s Weasley impulsively reached over to the bigger Slytherin’s chest.
When Daphne tried to dodge Ginny’s grope, her torn top caught on a wall hook and her robe ripped off.
The two wrestled on the slippery tile floor. Both Ginny and Daphne hit the sinks breaking the faucets on one. With water spraying everywhere both girls were soon soaking wet. Their hands slipping off the other girl’s skin so they held on to what was left of their school uniforms. The buttons on the skirts ripped off. The elastics for their knickers was all that was left when the material of their knickers ripped. They broke apart for a breather Ginny and the Daphne sat on the floor while water splashed over them. There was nothing to do but laugh about how silly the situation was.
Ginny held a crushed wrapper and said fiercely, “You know what else I hate?”
Daphne’s hair was wet and stringy, “What?”
“This,” Ginny held up the crumpled wrapper, “Ron ate my last chocolate frog.”
Daphne reached into her polished black leather purse, “I have one, here.”
“Thanks,” Ginny bit it in mid hop. She offered half the frog back to the Slytherin.
Daphne grinned accepting the half chocolate frog, “You know if this was some boy’s porn two half naked, wet girls would share chocolate spit about now.”
Now Ginny laughed, “I can see it now, I catch you in an open mouth kiss with my tongue invading and dominating you…”
Daphne interrupted, “But not for long. My tongue fights back entering your mouth, I hold you down, my hands buried in your thick long red hair...”
“Ohh, yes! I can see it happening,” Ginny almost coughed on her chocolaty goodness, “One of my hands latch on to your breasts.” Ginny reached over to tweak one of Daphne’s exposed nipples.
“STOP THAT!” Daphne laughed.
“Soon I’m on you and rubbed my slit against the bony angle of your hip,” Ginny said in a low husky voice. She leaned on the larger girl, her hand on Daphne’s hip.
Daphne turned on her side and faced Ginny on the floor, “How dare you lay hands on me,” and kissed Ginny on the mouth.
“Why you’d do that?”
“Seemed like the thing to do,” Daphne shrugged her bare shoulders. “Think of us as stars in a porn flick and go with the flow.”
“‘K,” Ginny more than went with the flow and climbed on top of Daphne and started to rub.
What was left of their clothes was scattered around.
The two girls stared at each other.
“I guess we really are porn stars,” Daphne’s hands wandered.
They both lay there until they started feeling cold from being wet.
“I guess we better get up.”
“I guess so.”
While they dried off by magic Ginny asked, “How are we getting out of here? Our uniforms are ruined.”
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There were a number of ways out of this situation.
The reparo spell comes to mind or ask a Hogwarts house elf for help or a change of clothes but for the sake of this story. They didn’t.
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“I guess we could try to sneak out of here later tonight.”
Daphne nodded her hand between Ginny’s legs, “I’d never hear the end of it. You?”
“My brothers wouldn’t care but word would get out and we’d be called the school sluts by everyone else.”
“Can’t have that.”
They sat down on a convenient bench.
Daphne cupped one of Ginny’s petite breasts, “You know, these aren’t too small, it’s a nice handful.”

Ginny traced a finger along Daphne’s slit, “I can be a slut if you’re my slut.”
The two pulled each other into a tight embrace.
“Sounds good,” Daphne pinched one of Ginny’s nipples. “However a Greengrass is never a slut, sometimes morally flexible but never a slut.”
“I can deal with that.”
The End
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