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Lily Evans Potter and Hermione Granger

summary: Lily is tired of everyone comparing Hermione to her and calling her the brightest witch of their age. She decides to teach Hermione a lesson by showing her they are not alike, tickling her until Hermione can't stop laughing. 

Lily smiled as Hedwig flew back to the kitchen. She had written a letter for Hermione using simple charms to create a self-writing quill that copied Harry’s handwriting. With the letter sent, she planned to bring Hermione over.

After having her cup of tea, Lily entered her laboratory and reviewed all the items she had prepared. She wasn't sure if everything would be used on poor little Hermione, but it's better to be prepared than sorry.

Looking over her belongings one last time, she stood at the desk. She had muggle bondage cuffs that she easily charmed to obey her with a wave of her wand. There were also feathers charmed for thought control and two hairbrushes similarly enchanted like the feathers. Nearby, there were a few potion vials.

The vials contained some of her own creations. The first one had a light green color. She still smiled when she thought about it; it was a sensitivity potion. After ingesting it, the user would become extremely sensitive. The second vial was filled with a transparent oil-like substance. It's mainly used on a user's body, making the affected area soft and extremely ticklish for the user.

Turning to her closet, Lily opened it. Inside, there were a few different boxes, but for this special occasion only two mattered. Picking them up and placing them next to the other stuff were Dwarf Lickulangulars - as Pandora Lovegood called them. Lily had acquired them from her blonde friend. The box contained a long tongue that would lick anything it could reach; it was particularly interested in magical beings, especially witches - Pandora even added witches' feet.

The age-old charms Rictusempra and Titillando were available to her, a tickle charm and tickle hex. Lily was brought out of her thoughts when the doorbell rang.

Lily hurried to the front door, excitement bubbling inside her. Opening it, she found Hermione standing there with a curious expression on her face. "Oh hi Mrs Potter, Harry invited me over." Lily welcomed Hermione inside, her mind already racing with the plans she had in store. Leading Hermione to the cozy living room, Lily gestured for Hermione to take a seat on the plush sofa. As Hermione settled in, "Is Harry home?" Hermione asked, looking around the living room.

Lily smiled, "No, Harry is out with his friends. It's just you and me for now."

"But Harry sent me a letter to come over," Hermione said, looking slightly puzzled.

Lily's smile widened, "Actually the letter was mine." she revealed.

"Y-yours?" Hermione looked at her. Lily chuckled at Hermione's surprised expression.

"Yes, mine. You see, ever since you showed the witches and wizards your brilliance at Hogwarts, more and more people have started to compare you, saying you're the brightest witch of our age." Lily paused, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she continued, "I thought it was time for a little fun and to show the world that you and I are not even close to the same level." Hermione's eyes widened in shock. Before she could react further though, Lily quickly summoned Hermione's wand from her sleeve and summoned her charmed bondage cuffs. quickly the cuffs wrapped themselve around her wrists. Feeling the restraints tighten around her, Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief. She tried to protest, but before she could utter a word, Lily cast a Silencing Charm on her. Lily's demeanor had shifted from friendly hostess to something darker and more sinister. With a wicked smile playing on her lips, Lily circled around Hermione as if inspecting her prey.

Levitating Hermione off the sofa, Lily brought her to the laboratory. Inside, she closed the door and gently laid the pretty brunette on her Medical Aesthetic Chair. With a few flicks and waves of her wand, Lily securely bound Hermione to the chair. Smiling, Lily waved her wand removing the Silencing charm from Hermione.

"Mrs. Potter, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice trembled with fear as she looked up at Lily, who was now wearing a twisted grin. Lily's eyes glinted with an unsettling mix of excitement and determination.

Hermione was bound to the chair; bands around her wrists fastened tight and held her arms in a position that looked as if she were trying to show off her biceps. Another band secured her waist while more crossed over her thighs and shins, legs sticking out straight in front of her. Her ankles though were unbound, feet free to wriggle over the edge of the table, Mary Jane shoes moving back and forth.

"I will show you why I am the brightest witch of our age, and you should remember that after I'm done with you." With a chilling determination in her eyes, Lily began to prepare her experimental tools and ingredients. Hermione's heart raced with fear as she realized the gravity of the situation she was in. Bound to the bed, unable to move or defend herself, she could only watch as Lily's twisted grin widened with each passing moment.

Lily used her wand to swiftly remove Hermione's stylish Mary Jane shoes and then sent her socks to the desk with another flick. Bare foot and vulnerable, Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched Lily's every move with growing apprehension. The atmosphere in the laboratory was charged with an eerie energy, and Hermione couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. "Tell me, has my son ever tickled you?" Lily asked, holding her wand. Hermione's eyes widened in horror at Lily's question. The implications of what Lily might have in store for her sent a chill down her spine.

Hermione didn't respond. Lily pointed her wand at Hermione and said, 'Rictusempra.' Hermione started to giggle as she felt herself being tickled by the well-known charm. "Answer me!" Hermione's laughter mixed with her fear as she tried to resist the effects of the tickling charm. Lily lifted the charm and looked down onto hermione, "anything to say?"

Lily's eyes bore into Hermione, waiting for a response. Panting and trying to catch her breath after the tickling charm, Hermione mustered up the courage to speak. "No, Mrs. Potter, your son has never tickled me," she managed between gasps of laughter and fear. Lily's expression softened slightly at Hermione's response but quickly hardened again as she prepared for the next phase of her experiment.

"That's a shame, I might have to tell my son after we're done." Lily's cold demeanor sent a shiver down Hermione's spine as she braced herself for what was to come next. With meticulous precision, Lily continued her preparations, the air thick with tension and anticipation.

Lily flicked her wand, and the chair she was in started to move. The part where her legs were attached began to rise and align itself horizontally. Her barefeet were exposed and vulnerable, with no way for Hermione to protect herself. Lily's dark eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she approached Hermione's helpless form. With a swift motion, Lily produced a feather from her desk and twirled it between her fingers, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Before Lily started, the box on her desk shook uncontrollably, surprising them both. "Don't worry, that's for later," Lily said with a smile, making Hermione even more concerned about what could be inside. As the box settled back down, Lily refocused her attention on Hermione. The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Lily approached Hermione's bare feet. "Look at these pretty little feet; what shoe size do you wear?" Her gently curled toes were bent back, leaving soft ridges where they met the instep—smooth with exquisite contours. Hermione’s sole was sumptuous; its flesh creamy and soft—the color of rose beige. The slimness of the heel contrasted with the wide ball of her foot; the arch was deep and curved beautifully. Her plump toes ascended in a wonderful arc towards her big toe—each pressed up against its neighbor; nails painted dark red.

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Lily draw closer to her vulnerable feet. The combination of fear and anticipation was almost unbearable as she tried to steady herself for what was about to come. With a trembling voice, Hermione managed to respond, "I wear a size six." Lily's smile widened at the answer, Hermione's heart sank as she knew what was coming next Lily gently traced a feather along the arch of Hermione's left foot, eliciting a gasp and a squirm from Hermione. The sensation was both ticklish and torturous, sending waves of conflicting emotions through her body.

"So my son has never tickled you before?" Lily asked as she aimlessly waved the feather against Hermione's arch. The brunette giggled, trying to fight the feeling. "But he told me he tickled some of his girlfriends in his house..."

"T-that was Ginny," Hermione said between breaths.

"Titillando," Lily said, as two transparent red hands formed themselves out of Lily's wand. The hands quickly started to tickle Hermione's sides. As Hermione squirmed under the tickling hands, her laughter filled the room, a mix of delight and embarrassment. Lily's mischievous grin widened as she continued to torment Hermione with feather-light touches on her sensitive skin. The magical hands danced along Hermione's sides, causing her to writhe in a blend of pleasure and discomfort. Despite trying to suppress her reactions, Hermione found herself succumbing to the overwhelming sensations.

"I still can't believe people think we are alike." Lily paused her tickling assault, letting Hermione catch her breath. "Well, we do share some similarities," Lily continued with a playful glint in her eyes. "But I must say, you are much more ticklish than I am." Hermione let out a nervous laugh, feeling both relieved and exposed at the same time. Lily took the transparent oil colored vial from her desk and rubbed some on her hands, using her hands Lily applied it to Hermione's feet in a simple yet effective massage.

Lily's skilled hands worked the oil into Hermione's feet, easing the tension that had built up from the tickling. The soothing sensation brought a sense of relaxation to Hermione as she closed her eyes and herself enjoyed the moment. The scent of lavender filled the room, adding to the calming atmosphere. Lily's touch was gentle yet firm, expertly kneading away any remaining tightness in Hermione's muscles. As she finished massaging both feet, Lily smiled warmly at Hermione.

Cleaning her hands quickly to rid them of the remnants of the potion she had just brewed, Lily turned back to Hermione with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Now, let's get back to the fun," she exclaimed playfully. Waving her wand gracefully, two delicate feathers from the cluttered desk sprang into action as if they had a mind of their own. With precise movements, they made their way towards Hermione and started to tickle her oily soles, causing bursts of laughter to fill the room. The sight of Hermione squirming and giggling uncontrollably brought a bright smile to Lily's face.

"Please," Hermione begged.

Lily stood up and walked around to face Hermione's bare soles. Despite Hermione wriggling her feet, curling and fanning her toes, none of the restraints loosened. Lily smiled, raised her wand, and pointed it at Hermione's exposed feet.

"Please don't!" Hermione almost squealed.

Hermione tensed and waited as Lily cast 'Rictusempra.' For a moment, nothing happened, and she doubted the charm would work. Then she felt it on the arch of her right foot, slowly moving back and forth. It wasn't too bad at first but grew more intense.

"No... Please..." Hermione pleaded, but Lily remained focused, drawing patterns in the air with her eyes fixed on Hermione's bare feet."

The sensation intensified, and Hermione tried to stifle her laughter that shook her body. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes as Lily directed the magic toward her vulnerable soles. The feeling swirled around her right foot, from the heel, up the arch, along the ball of her foot, then caressed each of her little toes before ending with a flourish around her big toe.

In the brief moment that followed, Hermione let out a ragged breath and briefly hoped it was over. Then she felt it, more intense than before—the little circles being traced in the tender hollow of her left foot's arch. It was overwhelming, and she burst into laughter. She tried to stop but couldn't control herself as Lily guided the tickling charm around her foot: up the sole, between her squirming toes, and back down again.

"Stop!" Hermione laughed. "Please stop! I can't..." she giggled and then ran out of breath. Lily enjoyed her pleas, but ignored them and took a few steps closer to toy with her victim's toes.

"The only way this will end," Lily said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "is if you tell me I am the greatest wtich of our age." Hermione's laughter filled the room as Lily continued to expertly wield the tickling charm on her sensitive soles. Despite Hermione's pleas for mercy, Lily remained focused and determined to elicit more giggles from the brunette. As the sensation intensified and Hermione found herself unable to contain her laughter.

"Maybe I should go get my son; he always talks about the great Hermione Granger," Lily teased, causing Hermione to laugh even harder. "But when he sees you like this, laughing as if there's no tomorrow, he might change his mind." Lily's playful teasing fueled Hermione's laughter more, making it harder for her to catch her breath. The tickling charm seemed relentless as it danced along the curves of Hermione's feet. "Just think about when Harry sees you helpless against some simple tickling."

Lily's playful teasing only added to Hermione's uncontrollable laughter as the tickling charm continued to dance along her sensitive feet. The room was filled with Hermione's infectious giggles and pleas for mercy, but Lily remained resolute in her mischievous task. With each expertly guided movement of the charm, Hermione found herself squirming even more, unable to resist the ticklish sensations that engulfed her.

"Not gonna talk, alright let's change the game," Lily declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief. With a flick of her wand, the tickling charm dissipated, and Hermione let out a sigh of relief mixed with lingering laughter. Lily smirked as she watched Hermione catch her breath, knowing that she had thoroughly enjoyed their playful exchange. grabbing one box from the desk she stood infront of Hermione, "Do you know what this is?" Lily asked Hermione.

Hermione looked up at Lily, curiosity evident in her eyes as she examined the box in front of her.

"It's a Dwarf Lickulangulars" Lily answered before Hermione could respond. "I asked my friend Pandora Lovegood if she knew any great tickling methods."

Hermione was surprised as she looked at the box with the strange item. Lily's mischievous grin suggested more fun ahead, and Hermione chuckled nervously in excitement. "Pandora found them very enjoyable; she said they will make your mind see clearly." Lily placed the box on the floor, then waved her wand to move the chair again. This time, Hermione's feet slowly descended until they were just a few inches above the box.

"I hope you like it, they can be very resourceful Pandora told me." Hermione's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness as she watched her feet hover above the box containing the mysterious Dwarf Lickulangulars. Lily's mischievous grin only added to the excitement in the room, and Hermione couldn't help but wonder what kind of sensation these magical creatures would bring.

"please don't" Hermione begged

Lily chuckled at Hermione's plea but didn't seem convinced to stop the fun just yet. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she gently nudged the chair, causing Hermione's feet to descend closer to the box. Suddenly the box opened and out of the blackness a long pink tongue appeared.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as the long pink tongue emerged from the darkness of the box. The Dwarf Lickulangulars were unlike anything she had ever seen before, and immidiatly she felt the tongue latch onto Hermione's soles.

Hermione couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp as the long pink tongue of the Dwarf Lickulangulars made contact with her soles. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced - a mix of tickling and tingling that sent shivers up her spine. Lily watched with delight as Hermione's laughter filled the room, her feet squirming in response to the unexpected touch.

Hermione's laughter filled the room as the Dwarf Lickulangulars continued their ticklish assault on her feet. Lily watched with amusement, clearly enjoying the spectacle unfolding before her. The magical creatures seemed to have a mischievous nature, their tongues expertly exploring every inch of Hermione's soles, eliciting more giggles and squirms from her.

"You like them?" Lily asked with a playful grin, clearly pleased with Hermione's reaction to the Dwarf Lickulangulars.

As the licklangulars' tongue slid between her toes, Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face from the intense tickling sensation. The laughter and tears left Hermione feeling both exhilarated and overwhelmed by the unexpected experience.

"NO MORE NO MORE!" Hermione gasped between fits of laughter, her voice pleading for mercy as the ticklish assault from the Dwarf Lickulangulars became almost unbearable.

"Then admit I'm the greatest witch of our age and I'll make them stop," Lily teased, a mischievous glint still in her eyes.

Hermione couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh at Lily's challenge, the ticklish sensation still lingering on her feet. With a playful smirk, Hermione finally relented, "Fine! You win, Lily. You're the greatest witch of our age!"

"Not good enough." The mischievous glint in Lily's eyes only grew as Hermione's admission fell short of her expectations. With a sly smile, Lily gestured for the Dwarf Lickulangulars to intensify their ticklish assault on Hermione's feet. The magical creatures seemed to take delight in pushing Hermione to her limits, their tongues dancing across her soles with renewed vigor.

Hermione's laughter filled the room as the Dwarf Lickulangulars continued their ticklish assault on her feet. Lily watched with amusement, clearly enjoying the spectacle unfolding before her. The magical creatures seemed to have a mischievous nature, their tongues expertly exploring every inch of Hermione's soles, eliciting more giggles and squirms from her. "YOU'RE THE GREATEST WITCH OF OUR AGE!!!" Hermione screamed with laughter.

"There it is," Lily smirked, finally satisfied with Hermione's declaration. With a flick of her wand, the Dwarf Lickulangulars stopped their ticklish attack, leaving Hermione breathless but still chuckling from the lingering feeling.

Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. Lily walked over and opened it. Harry was standing there. "I heard a scream. Is everything okay?"

Lily smiled at her son, "Everything's perfect, baby. Just showing your friend Hermione the power of a little magical mischief." Harry chuckled as he stepped into the room and glanced at Hermione, who was still catching her breath from the tickle-induced laughter.

"You tickled her?" As Harry's question hung in the air, Lily nodded with a mischievous grin.

"Just a little friendly competition," she replied playfully. Hermione, now composed but still smiling, added, "It was all in good fun." Harry chuckled at the scene before him, shaking his head in amusement at his mother's antics.

"I'm a little dissapointed in you Harry." Lily paused, her tone teasing as she turned the tables on her son. Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion, not sure where his mother was going with this sudden shift in focus. Lily's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued, "You never tickled Hermione when she needed it the most."

Harry's confusion turned to amusement as he realized his mother was teasing him. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind for next time," he replied with a chuckle.

"Make sure you keep her in line at Hogwarts. You can't let her outperform your mom now, can you?" Lily said.

"Of course," Harry replied with a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "But I will have you know, Ginny is absolutely obsessed with feet and tickling. It's like her ultimate weakness."

Lily couldn't help but laugh at Harry's revelation, finding it both amusing and endearing. She shook her head in playful disbelief before teasingly adding, "Well, it seems like the tickling gene runs strong in this family then. We might need to watch out for surprise tickle attacks around here." Lily winked playfully at Harry.