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The Triwizard Tickle Tournament was in full swing, and the unexpected match-up between Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass was causing quite a stir. While Draco was known for his sly, competitive nature, Astoria had already earned a reputation in the tournament for her surprising skill and persistence. The other Slytherins, typically loyal to Draco, found themselves intrigued, wondering if Astoria might be the one to finally take him down.
Astoria was reserved but confident, and she seemed unfazed by her opponent’s icy demeanor. Her long fingernails, which had given her a significant edge in previous matches, were something even Draco’s friends were a little nervous about. Rumors of her tickling prowess had spread through the school, with students speculating on whether Draco, for all his bravado, could withstand her tenacity.
Draco, however, maintained his usual smirk as he prepared for the match. He glanced over at the stands, where the Slytherins were cheering for both him and Astoria—a testament to the excitement and unpredictability of this unusual tournament.
“Welcome, students, to another riveting match in the Triwizard Tickle Tournament!” Dumbledore’s voice echoed through the stadium, and the crowd quieted, their attention focused on the two competitors. “Today, we have Draco Malfoy versus Astoria Greengrass! As always, the first to surrender to uncontrollable laughter loses the match. May the best tickler win!”
The crowd erupted into cheers as Dumbledore raised his wand to signal the start of the match.
From the moment the signal was given, it was clear that Astoria had come prepared. She moved swiftly, closing the distance between herself and Draco before he could react. In a matter of seconds, she had him on the ground, her hands darting toward his ribs.
Draco tried to twist away, but Astoria was relentless. Her long fingernails, which had proven to be a powerful asset in previous rounds, danced across his ribs with precision. Draco’s usual composure began to falter as her fingers pressed into his sides, tickling him in a way that left him squirming beneath her.
“Come on, Malfoy,” Astoria teased, her voice calm and confident as she continued her ticklish assault. “Not so smug now, are you?”
Draco let out a bark of laughter, his body jerking involuntarily as Astoria’s nails dug into his ribs. He tried to push her off, but her grip was firm, and every attempt he made to escape was met with another burst of ticklish sensations as her fingers explored the sensitive spots along his sides and ribs.
The crowd watched in stunned silence, captivated by the unexpected turn of events. Even the Slytherins, who had been certain of Draco’s victory, were beginning to murmur among themselves, wondering if Astoria might actually win the match.
“Not so tough now, Malfoy,” she continued, her fingers tracing lightly over his ribs, sending him into another fit of laughter. Draco’s face was red, and his attempts to break free were growing weaker by the second.
Astoria’s confidence grew as she maintained her control over the match. Sensing that Draco was close to his breaking point, she decided to shift her focus. Moving quickly, she grabbed hold of Draco’s ankles, pinning them in place as she prepared to launch her final assault.
Draco’s eyes widened as he realized her intention.
“Astoria—don’t you dare—”
But his protests were cut off by a loud burst of laughter as Astoria’s fingers began to dance over the soles of his feet. Her nails traced along his arches and tickled the sensitive skin beneath his toes, her movements light and teasing but incredibly effective.
Draco’s laughter grew louder, his body twisting as he tried to pull his feet free, but Astoria’s grip was firm. She continued her relentless tickling, her fingers moving with expert precision over every inch of his feet. Draco’s face was flushed, and his body shook with laughter as he struggled to catch his breath.
The crowd was in awe, watching as Astoria seemed to have complete control over the match. Her fingers moved quickly, never giving Draco a moment’s respite as she tickled his feet with ruthless efficiency. Draco’s laughter was desperate now, and his attempts to escape had grown weaker.
Just as it seemed like Astoria had the match won, Draco managed to summon one last burst of energy.
With a desperate twist, Draco reached out and grabbed hold of Astoria’s ankle. Astoria let out a gasp of surprise, momentarily thrown off balance by the sudden move. Draco, seizing the opportunity, began tickling her foot, his fingers skittering over the sensitive skin in a move that caught her completely off guard.
Astoria’s laughter was immediate. She tried to pull her foot free, but Draco’s grip was strong, and his fingers were quick. The tables had turned, and now it was Astoria who was squirming, her laughter filling the stadium as she struggled to break free.
“Not so easy, is it?” Draco taunted, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he tickled Astoria’s foot. His fingers moved with relentless speed, exploring every inch of her sole and the sensitive area beneath her toes.
Astoria’s laughter was uncontrollable, her body twisting as she tried to escape his hold. But Draco’s grip was firm, and he wasn’t about to let her go. The crowd watched in amazement as Draco slowly gained control of the match, his fingers tickling Astoria’s foot with ruthless determination.
Finally, after several moments of intense tickling, Astoria’s grip on Draco’s legs weakened, and he was able to break free. Moving quickly, Draco shifted his position, managing to roll Astoria onto her stomach before she could recover.
With Astoria now lying face-down on the ground, Draco wasted no time in securing his position. He straddled her lower back, pinning her in place as he prepared for his final attack. Astoria, realizing her vulnerable position, tried to twist out from under him, but Draco was too quick.
“Got you now, Greengrass,” Draco said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.
Astoria’s face was flushed, and she let out a small laugh, knowing she was in trouble. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I would,” Draco replied, his grin widening as he grabbed hold of her ankles, lifting her feet slightly off the ground. Without waiting for a response, he began tickling her feet, his fingers moving quickly over the sensitive skin.
Astoria’s laughter was immediate and loud. Her body shook beneath him as his fingers danced over her soles, and she struggled to pull her feet free, but Draco’s grip was firm. His fingers moved relentlessly, tickling every inch of her feet with a precision that left her helpless.
The crowd watched in awe as Draco maintained control, his fingers never stopping as he tickled Astoria’s feet with ruthless efficiency. The Slytherins, who had been cheering for both competitors, were now chanting Draco’s name, sensing that victory was within reach.
Astoria’s laughter grew more frantic, her body trembling as she tried to endure the ticklish onslaught. But Draco showed no mercy. His fingers continued to move over her feet, tickling her arches and the spaces beneath her toes, never giving her a moment’s reprieve.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of tickling, Astoria’s laughter became desperate. She gasped for breath, her voice barely audible through her laughter.
“I give up! I give up!” she finally cried out, her voice hoarse and breathless.
At her surrender, Draco immediately stopped, releasing her ankles and standing up with a triumphant grin. Astoria remained on the ground, still giggling softly as she tried to catch her breath, her face flushed from the intensity of the match.
The crowd erupted into wild applause, cheering for both competitors. The Slytherins were especially loud, chanting Draco’s name as he basked in the glory of his victory.
Draco, ever the showman, gave a mocking bow to the crowd before offering a hand to Astoria. She accepted it with a small, tired smile, allowing him to help her to her feet.
“You fought well, Greengrass,” Draco said, his voice filled with genuine respect. “Almost had me there.”
Astoria, still catching her breath, gave him a wry smile. “Next time, Malfoy. You just got lucky.”
With the match over, the crowd continued to cheer as the two Slytherins left the field, still exchanging playful banter. Draco had claimed victory, but Astoria’s skill and resilience had earned her the admiration of everyone who had watched.
Astoria was reserved but confident, and she seemed unfazed by her opponent’s icy demeanor. Her long fingernails, which had given her a significant edge in previous matches, were something even Draco’s friends were a little nervous about. Rumors of her tickling prowess had spread through the school, with students speculating on whether Draco, for all his bravado, could withstand her tenacity.
Draco, however, maintained his usual smirk as he prepared for the match. He glanced over at the stands, where the Slytherins were cheering for both him and Astoria—a testament to the excitement and unpredictability of this unusual tournament.
“Welcome, students, to another riveting match in the Triwizard Tickle Tournament!” Dumbledore’s voice echoed through the stadium, and the crowd quieted, their attention focused on the two competitors. “Today, we have Draco Malfoy versus Astoria Greengrass! As always, the first to surrender to uncontrollable laughter loses the match. May the best tickler win!”
The crowd erupted into cheers as Dumbledore raised his wand to signal the start of the match.
From the moment the signal was given, it was clear that Astoria had come prepared. She moved swiftly, closing the distance between herself and Draco before he could react. In a matter of seconds, she had him on the ground, her hands darting toward his ribs.
Draco tried to twist away, but Astoria was relentless. Her long fingernails, which had proven to be a powerful asset in previous rounds, danced across his ribs with precision. Draco’s usual composure began to falter as her fingers pressed into his sides, tickling him in a way that left him squirming beneath her.
“Come on, Malfoy,” Astoria teased, her voice calm and confident as she continued her ticklish assault. “Not so smug now, are you?”
Draco let out a bark of laughter, his body jerking involuntarily as Astoria’s nails dug into his ribs. He tried to push her off, but her grip was firm, and every attempt he made to escape was met with another burst of ticklish sensations as her fingers explored the sensitive spots along his sides and ribs.
The crowd watched in stunned silence, captivated by the unexpected turn of events. Even the Slytherins, who had been certain of Draco’s victory, were beginning to murmur among themselves, wondering if Astoria might actually win the match.
“Not so tough now, Malfoy,” she continued, her fingers tracing lightly over his ribs, sending him into another fit of laughter. Draco’s face was red, and his attempts to break free were growing weaker by the second.
Astoria’s confidence grew as she maintained her control over the match. Sensing that Draco was close to his breaking point, she decided to shift her focus. Moving quickly, she grabbed hold of Draco’s ankles, pinning them in place as she prepared to launch her final assault.
Draco’s eyes widened as he realized her intention.
“Astoria—don’t you dare—”
But his protests were cut off by a loud burst of laughter as Astoria’s fingers began to dance over the soles of his feet. Her nails traced along his arches and tickled the sensitive skin beneath his toes, her movements light and teasing but incredibly effective.
Draco’s laughter grew louder, his body twisting as he tried to pull his feet free, but Astoria’s grip was firm. She continued her relentless tickling, her fingers moving with expert precision over every inch of his feet. Draco’s face was flushed, and his body shook with laughter as he struggled to catch his breath.
The crowd was in awe, watching as Astoria seemed to have complete control over the match. Her fingers moved quickly, never giving Draco a moment’s respite as she tickled his feet with ruthless efficiency. Draco’s laughter was desperate now, and his attempts to escape had grown weaker.
Just as it seemed like Astoria had the match won, Draco managed to summon one last burst of energy.
With a desperate twist, Draco reached out and grabbed hold of Astoria’s ankle. Astoria let out a gasp of surprise, momentarily thrown off balance by the sudden move. Draco, seizing the opportunity, began tickling her foot, his fingers skittering over the sensitive skin in a move that caught her completely off guard.
Astoria’s laughter was immediate. She tried to pull her foot free, but Draco’s grip was strong, and his fingers were quick. The tables had turned, and now it was Astoria who was squirming, her laughter filling the stadium as she struggled to break free.
“Not so easy, is it?” Draco taunted, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he tickled Astoria’s foot. His fingers moved with relentless speed, exploring every inch of her sole and the sensitive area beneath her toes.
Astoria’s laughter was uncontrollable, her body twisting as she tried to escape his hold. But Draco’s grip was firm, and he wasn’t about to let her go. The crowd watched in amazement as Draco slowly gained control of the match, his fingers tickling Astoria’s foot with ruthless determination.
Finally, after several moments of intense tickling, Astoria’s grip on Draco’s legs weakened, and he was able to break free. Moving quickly, Draco shifted his position, managing to roll Astoria onto her stomach before she could recover.
With Astoria now lying face-down on the ground, Draco wasted no time in securing his position. He straddled her lower back, pinning her in place as he prepared for his final attack. Astoria, realizing her vulnerable position, tried to twist out from under him, but Draco was too quick.
“Got you now, Greengrass,” Draco said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.
Astoria’s face was flushed, and she let out a small laugh, knowing she was in trouble. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I would,” Draco replied, his grin widening as he grabbed hold of her ankles, lifting her feet slightly off the ground. Without waiting for a response, he began tickling her feet, his fingers moving quickly over the sensitive skin.
Astoria’s laughter was immediate and loud. Her body shook beneath him as his fingers danced over her soles, and she struggled to pull her feet free, but Draco’s grip was firm. His fingers moved relentlessly, tickling every inch of her feet with a precision that left her helpless.
The crowd watched in awe as Draco maintained control, his fingers never stopping as he tickled Astoria’s feet with ruthless efficiency. The Slytherins, who had been cheering for both competitors, were now chanting Draco’s name, sensing that victory was within reach.
Astoria’s laughter grew more frantic, her body trembling as she tried to endure the ticklish onslaught. But Draco showed no mercy. His fingers continued to move over her feet, tickling her arches and the spaces beneath her toes, never giving her a moment’s reprieve.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of tickling, Astoria’s laughter became desperate. She gasped for breath, her voice barely audible through her laughter.
“I give up! I give up!” she finally cried out, her voice hoarse and breathless.
At her surrender, Draco immediately stopped, releasing her ankles and standing up with a triumphant grin. Astoria remained on the ground, still giggling softly as she tried to catch her breath, her face flushed from the intensity of the match.
The crowd erupted into wild applause, cheering for both competitors. The Slytherins were especially loud, chanting Draco’s name as he basked in the glory of his victory.
Draco, ever the showman, gave a mocking bow to the crowd before offering a hand to Astoria. She accepted it with a small, tired smile, allowing him to help her to her feet.
“You fought well, Greengrass,” Draco said, his voice filled with genuine respect. “Almost had me there.”
Astoria, still catching her breath, gave him a wry smile. “Next time, Malfoy. You just got lucky.”
With the match over, the crowd continued to cheer as the two Slytherins left the field, still exchanging playful banter. Draco had claimed victory, but Astoria’s skill and resilience had earned her the admiration of everyone who had watched.
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