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Ginny Vs the Girl Eating Plant	By : Notpissant Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not Own these characters and Ginny is 18 at the time of the attack

Chapter List
- 1-The Plant Attacks Ginny
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The summer sun beat down on the English country side. Beauty radiated outside, Ginny Weasley looking out her window in the Burrow out at the fields. For days it had done nothing but rain, keeping everyone locked within and it was beginning to get to them. Her brothers could be heard below, screaming and fighting with each other, their mother begging them to take it outside. Slipping into her shoes, Ginny bounded down the stairs. "Oh Ginny dear," he mother called out. A small piece of parchment was thrusted into her hand. "I need these for a potion, if you don't mind going out to fetch them. George will go with you." Pocketing the list, Ginny shook her head. "Mum, I am fine to go myself, I don't need a sitter." Her mother sent her a concerned look, but nodded in the end. "Just remember to stick to the paths."

Rushing out the door before her mum could change her mind, Ginny breathed in the silence as she began her trek. She hated being held up in the house, with so many people and not enough space. There was no privacy from anyone, her brothers barging into her room without a care until she threw things at them. The forest looked out at her, beckoning her in with the promise of silence and peace. She would take as long as she could before heading back. Tucking a long red strand behind her ear, Ginny read over the list carefully with a smile on her face. She just turned 18 not to long ago and hated that she had to keep reminding people she wasn't a child, that she was a women.

Time ticked by slowly, her bag growing heavier with the ingredients that were on the list. One by one she carefully inspected them, searching for only the best and wandering deeper into the forest. The path her mother told her to keep to was forgotten about, Ginny not even sure when she walked off it but it had been ages now that she was walking around aimlessly. There was hardly any more light around her, just shards of sunlight that managed to break through the trees, lighting her path into the darkness. Her ears pricked at every sound, wand at her side just in case. She wasn't allowed to use magic, but that didn't mean others didn't know that. It was just a form of safety, the feel of her wand bringing comfort.

Off in the distance she caught the color, something so radiant and beautiful. Intrigue coursed through her, Ginny glancing back over her shoulder. She had long ago wandered off the beaten track, the first time she had ever done such a thing and now she was more than glad that she had. Biting on her lower lip, she advanced on the unique plant, putting her face close as she breathed in its sweet scent that sent her to her knees. She was lost in its beauty, oblivious to anything around her as she touched the soft petals.

Plants are hungry. The rare species of a particular plants was different then many others that evolved over time. The plant species has no name, few legends exist about it. This is because it is a horror that has terrorized civilizations for millennia yet no one even knows it exists. No one that has ever encounter this rare creature ever lives to tell other about it.
It exists in many parts of the world. In the muggle world and in the wizard one. The creature, simply known as the Plant is only referenced in one book in the wizard world, strange beasts and where to find them, even there the passage is short with little information. Most don’t even know the stories. The creature leaves no trace.
It is a plant. Large and bulb shaped. The main “body” of the plant is huge compared to other plants. The bulb shape is the size of a small house. This body is the brain of the creature. Through this bullish yellow and red plant pointing up toward the sky it controlled a legion of long thick green vines that extended from it. All of the vines were another arm of the creature and an extension of its brain. They acted for it in its means to capture prey. The prey of this creature is perhaps the worst thing about it.
The prey is women. The reason for this is simple though it took eons to evolve specifically to it as it exists now. It used to eat animals, men, and women. Though natural selection the biology and behavior of the plant changed to make it a better predator. In early days of human culture women were always frail and easy prey. Men, warriors showed a cunning at escaping the traps of the plant, killing it or escaping to tell other about it. By nature the plants of the early age avoided conflict with men since the meal was not worth the risk. It grew to find women were much easier to prey on.
Over time with this specific diet, plants that chose this type of prey lived longer and spread more spores. Over more time the next generations of plants adapted to be better at catching girls. The plant that grew from spore spread into the forest Ginny Weasley was in for example was beautiful. The unique coloring of the plant was effective in Loring in girls whom love pretty flowers. The sight of the plant was enough to pull a young ladies attention and lure her in for the kill. If that was not enough the smell of the plant disguised as a beautiful flower was an effective albeit unfair pheromone that lured would be women travelers off their bath and into in food chain.
This generation of plan grew from this lineage. Advancing in the circumstances this plants feeding habits were more particular, above all else it craved gingers. Girls with red hair and pale skin. It found them to be the most delicious and the most nutritious. This plant would stave off feeding for long periods in wait of a ginger in hopes to preserve the feeding and prolong it. It was summer, but the cold seasons were coming. It knew it needed an exceptional beauty to survive the winter. To avoid over feeding it was starving itself letting perfectly editable girls walk along by waiting for the winter harvest to arrive.
That is who Ginny was to it. Long before she deviated from the trail the plant knew she was there. The sensory scouting vines that stretched far from the bulb sent the essence of the teenage pure blood ginger entering in and not sensing any sent of a male protector.
The plant that was dormant for so long shook off the dirt from the bulb. The vines receiving commands again from the brain. The pheromones lured in the young victim. It a very subtle trance. she soon met with the plant itself, closer than any wise enough advisor would want a teenage girl facing the natural predator of the gender.
The vines were moving. They followed her though out the trek to her trap. She almost heard them a few times causing them to stop suddenly to avoid detection. The setting sun helped their camouflage into the grass. The hour was late and if not for the trance she would have noticed long ago and headed back home. Now the sun was setting, lost in a canopy of trees.

The plant had no eyes but it saw her, it saw Ginny in all her natural beauty. The bulb stood still, not moving at all to show any mind but the vines, they struck.
A vine snaked on the ground and wrapped around Ginny’s ankle.

Intoxicating. It was the only word for the plant before her, Ginny smiling to herself as she admired it. She racked her brain, trying to recall if she had read about it anywhere in Herbology but nothing sprung to mind. Years of knowledge and no one had bothered to mention this beauty to her or anyone else. Green eyes wide against her pale skin, Ginny looked at the sheer size of the plant. It was too big to pluck and bring back to the Burrow and replant in her garden.

It happened all at once, the small scream leaving her as the vine enclosed around her ankle. Falling back, red hair covered her face as her heart began to hammer within her chest. It squeezed tightly around her ankle, Ginny tried her hardest to pry it off from her. It was a magical plant, clearly. Most muggle ones didn't move like this. The beauty before her even possibly holding some intelligence. "Come on," she grumbled, fingers aching as she worked harder to remove the pressure from her ankle.

Fumbling for her wand, Ginny held it out at the plant almost awkwardly. She couldn't do anything, couldn't use any spells to free herself and if she tried she would be expelled from Hogwarts. But it didn't render her wand completely useless. Slipping it between her flesh and the vine, she tried moving the vine, frustration growing as nothing happened. The night was setting in now, darkness surrounding her and she knew soon that her mother would send one of her brothers out to find her.

She could hear some noise, not too far off in the distance. "Fred? George?" Straining to hear, she could tell it wasn't footsteps of any kind. Frantically, she began using her other foot to move the vine from her, pulling at her wand that now too seemed trapped. "RON?!" Why did she have to go off from the path? It was a stupid mistake and she'd make sure to never do it again. The noise was on top of her a slithering type of noise that made her heart rise up her throat. In her gut she knew something wasn't right and it made her fight harder, more desperate to get away.

The plant knew the beauty coming to it, even without eyes or ears it knew, the smell of a girl was picked up by all the sensors of the scout vines that sent the messages back to the body. It was ruthlessly craving her long before she stood in awe of the plant just inches from it. The body learned a lot just from the vines information but nothing was like the sense of touch.
Even though Ginny was wearing long denim jeans and sneakers over her legs and feet when the first vine had wrapped around her ankle it was mere inches from contact with her pure pale skin, the thing the monster craved so much. Anticipation drove the hive mind of the monster on that moment summoning more vines from the forest to close in on their location. They were coming in from all directions though far away out scouting.
The first vines that seized the young wizard were the only extension of the brain that had her, it held tight. The vines wrapped around tight and would not let go, not for anything unless it was dead. The plant had many more vines, one dying was little inconvenience so that vine had the drive to hold tight and no matter how much she hit it or pulled at it would not let go. The Vines have small brain, they have sensory ability, they feel the pain, and it even travels back to the body.
Still it held tight but was not taunt. The long vine was not pulling with all of its might, it was though holding its wrap with all its might. She had room to move and pull at it since it was not taunt and stiff forcing its direction back to the mouth. It did not need to. The foolish girl was only inches away.
Now on the ground Ginny was looking up at the Bulb. Bright yellow with red lines running down the sides horizontally. It was still pointing up in a resting position. The vines were active but the plat itself stayed so still like a fixed object unchanging. The mouth even when she was standing was over her head. No one could have any idea this big blossom had a mouth that would open and that it would open on her.
She fought with the one vine desperately. Though the bulb showed no movement Ginny clearly deducted what the source of this was. The hypnotic enticing lure lost all of its effect once the terrified child’s adrenaline kicked in forcing out the pheromones and putting her into a fight mode.
Reinforcements were arriving, the vines that stretched out deep from the forest came in to capture the prey. One lunched itself around her left wrist, the one not holding the wand. The plant was smart indeed but really did not have the intelligence of itself to know the wizarding world. So adapted to easy prey and the assumption of women being fare maidens was a setback evolution had not overcame. It never could understand culture, but it understood fear it knew it had a scared victim in its grasp like it had so many times before.
Once the vine had her left wrist and right ankle then did it become taint on both vines, forcefully pulling her to and from away from the bulb stretching her out. It held her tight but two vines were not so strong that it would pull her in half, but it felt like it to her.
More were coming…

Her efforts were futile. Ginny tried everything from slipping her foot out to the more violent attempts of clawing at the vine. Her heart rate was picking up, breathe caught in her throat as she remained trap. Cursing under her breath, Ginny remained determined to break free from the vine. Creatures lurked in the woods, horrible ones that were both of the muggle and wizarding world. They were dangerous and if they found her trapped it wouldn't end pretty for her.

Taking in a deep breath, Ginny worked to calm herself. Maybe if she relaxed? Eyes closing, she waited for the release, small steady inhales filling her. Her left arm twisted back, the scream leaving her before she could control it. Pulling, Ginny let out a small cry of frustration. With only one arm free she knew she was going to be in for a world of trouble soon. Her body wiggled, trying to break free as the sound of more coming at her.
Red hair in her face, Ginny jabbed her wand hard into the vine on her foot. If she could just release her foot, she would worry about her arm later. "Get off," she hissed, tears springing to her eyes as the noise grew only closer. Another scream left her as the plant began to move her forcefully, her small frame pulled around like a doll. The pain was unreal as her body was stretched, pulled against its will to where it couldn't go any further. Crying out more, she squirmed in the tight, painful grasps. It was going to kill her, the horrible realization overpowering her cries.

She could no longer hear the noise of the other vines, her screams filling her own mind as she tried to contain them. Her mouth was wide open as she screamed. Ginny's body still jerking against the vines to break free. "Please," she begged, body shuddering in the pain. In one final ditched attempt. Ginny shouted the first spell that came to mind, trying to angle her wrist at the plant but missing by a long shot.
The plant had now touched her fare skin when it had wrapped around her wrist. The was a surge of delight for the creature. It was in ecstasy over the teased fruits coming from the vine that had her. It wanted her like nothing it had ever had before. The cravings have strengthened the vines to hold her and order to the other vines to find her, letting them know the great treat that awaited them.
Every vine felt what the other was feeling, they all wanted their share now having tasted Ginny.
The next vine came in fast from a long travel from a swamping underwater area. it pulled back to the main plant and surged passed it in Ginny's direction taking her other free leg. This vine wrapped around her ankle like the first one but kept snaking up and wrapping around past just over her thighs.
The vines had tiny opening on them that were too small to see. These were the sensory opening that sent messages to the plant. Now embracing her skin all three vines that had her starting using those hole to start sucking on her flesh. The ones on her jeans had to suck hard enough that they even cut holes in her jeans reaching her pale white skin and sucking tightly on them. Her jeans became covered in tiny holes all over the areas under a vine
Ginny's screams were loud, echoing around and falling onto deaf ears. Being so far into the forest no one would ever hear her, her voice not loud enough to carry over to the burrow. All she could do was fight and hope for the best, but as the vines grip tightened on her it was energy wasted to a lost cause.

Another vine closed on her leg, wrapping up to her thigh. The pain radiated through her as it pulled at her, spreading her legs wide apart. She was certain it was trying to rip her in half and unfounded terror coursed through her. This wasn't how she was supposed to die. Not here in the woods and not by a blasted plant. Body bucking, Ginny felt the suction against her arms, a suckling of sorts that dazed her mind for a moment and silenced her screams.

Looking down at her lower half when she felt the familiar sucking on her legs, Ginny gasped loudly as her jeans were covered in tiny holes. She could feel the fabric beginning to loosen against her legs. The hard sucks against her flesh made her cry out, though she wasn't sure if it was out of pain or not anymore. Her mind had become lost somewhere, switching on and off to what was happening to her, trying to block it out.

Aiming for another hit, Ginny mumbled the same spell as before, just barely grazing the plant and loudly she cursed herself. She could have easily hit it, she just needed to focus. It wouldn't kill the plant, maybe stun it long enough to release her and allow her to run. Holding her breath, Ginny's hips bucked against the constant sucking at her body, closing one eye as she aimed her wand for another attack.
It did not end there. The vines kept coming. This plant was taking no risks in capturing this perfect dish. They rushed through the forest making noise was they ran across the grass and moving leaves out of the way. They all felt the sensation from sucking on her skin and all wanted to indulge in it.

Ginny carefully fired one good shot at the large yellow plant. It seemed to do nothing to it but in reality it did feel the hit, it was little more than a sting, the spell was not well concentrated and it was not the most useful spell in her situation, with her mind racing and overcome with fear she was not picking strategic spells to counter her situation.

More plants arrived to the party and two came out to wrap her up more. These two took opposite sides of her upper thigh just around her crotch and wrapped and wrapped around her leg and over each plump ass cheek making her butt bulge a bit more. It did not end there.
More arrived to further immobilize her legs. This new vine took her above the knees and this time pinned her legs together. Pinned together at the knees more vines cam to join her ankles they kept wrapping around and snaking up her leg almost cocooning her legs in vines. She was no longer being pulled in two directions. Her ensnared arm were pulled across her chest to the other side and now all the vines started to pull.
The Bulb that was pointing straight up the whole time lowered itself to ground level facing Ginny. a mouth of sorts open. It was like a worm, a narrow round opening that the vines were pulling her into
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