Loves lost Romilda Vane sat quietly in the library fuming. Enough was enough. She couldn't let it go on longer. She would make 'the three whores,' as she had dubbed them, pay for tormenting the love of her life. The first was Ginny Weasley. Ughh, that little tramp. Her brothers thought she was perfect little angel, Romilda knew better, she knew exactly what the youngest got up too. Now the poor little tramp was attempting to get to Harry. Not on her watch. Hermione Granger. The stuck up, arrogant, pushy, know-it-all Mudblood. Romilda hated her. She wasn't even that clever, she just memorised a book and regurgitated it back to the teachers. And then she acted superior to everyone else because of it. It drove Romilda mad. The final whore was Cho Chang. The very thought of this woman made her blood boil. She was definitely the prettiest and the wealthiest of the three. She had ensnared Cedric Diggory and now she was attempting to ensnare Harry as well. She didn't believe that Voldemort had killed Cedric because he was there by mistake. She knew that the Chinese whore had set him up so she could go after the Boy-Who-Lived, she had to have done. She knew what they were really like; she knew that they were tormenting poor Harry. They weren't nice girls; they were all stringing him along. They had to be. Harry was noble, kind, handsome, wealthy, he was absolutely perfect. She had no doubt that they loved Harry though. Who wouldn't? He was the next coming of Merlin but they would destroy him. They couldn't show him the true care that he deserved. There were three girls who were trying to take advantage of her Harry. She had been afraid to take them on because of who they were but for Harry's sake, she had to be brave. A couple of stunners should do the trick. After capturing them she would imprison them in the Room of Requirement. In this case she desperately required a secret room to safely imprison three whores without anyone finding them. If they would be in the room only she would be able to get to them and Harry would be hers. Ginny and Hermione had been easy. Romilda lured her to the chamber as she mentioned she needed something to show her. When Ginny and Hermione came in, Ramilda let them go first. While they looked around confused at the room that looked like a medieval prison Ramildo quickly used her wand to paralyze them. Within a minute she had tied them both up and was on her way looking for the Asian howr Cho. "Hhmmpppppppppppphhhhhhh." Hermione and Ginny cried into their gags in horror as Romilda dragged an unconscious Cho into the room. "Quiet," Romilda said as she unceremoniously dropped Cho onto the floor. "Once I have her tied up, we'll begin." "Mghh." Romilda set to work on Cho. She bound her wrists together behind her back with a medium length of rope. Next she tied her chest into a breast harness over her school blouse. Another length of rope was wrapped around her waist. Romilda then moved her legs into a bow position and then bound her ankles together. Another length of rope bound her ankles and waist rope together. A strip of tape over her lips would keep her mouth shut. A few minutes later, Cho woke up to find herself bound and gagged like her friends. "Hmmrhr hedgh gulasd gfuk gkqw sfyk wjg." She looked around in fear, her eyes immediately falling on her friend and then a smug Romilda vane. "You three have got away with tormenting Harry for far too long but no more." The captives started at her in confusion. What was she talking about? They didn't torment Harry, they loved him. He was shy, so they tried to keep his confidence up and make him more comfortable around girls. "Don't give me that look," Romilda snapped. "I know how cruel you three really are and I'm going to put a stop to it. "Let me make something very clear. Harry Potter is mine. I love him and without your evil influence, he will realise that he loves me too." Her eyes widened and her temper flared as the three captives began laughing into their gags. "STOP LAUGHING!!!" She screamed. This only made the girls laugh louder. Eventually Romilda couldn't take it anymore and she stormed over to Hermione and slapped her across the face. "You should know better than to laugh at a pureblood, you filthy little Mudblood. Hermione hung her head at the hated insult. "Mndghrh." Romilda grinned evilly. "I'm going to keep you out of the way for a long time. Don't worry, I'll come back to keep you fed and watered. And I'll tell you how Harry and I are doing. And when I come back, I'm going to have fun tormenting your helpless bodies." "HHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPH." Romilda chuckled as a thick concrete dome formed up over the girls. "I'll be back later." With a satisfied grin, she walked off. Harry was now hers. Inside the dome, the girls were panicking. Ginny immediately began throwing herself into her bonds. She rolled onto her side in attempt to get more leverage. She had to escape; she couldn't let Romilda get to Harry. The Potter fame and wealth were hers, all hers. "HHMMMMMMMM!!!" She screamed as dragged herself across the floor and tried to reach the knots on her bindings. Hermione started to work her way over to Cho, well are that because of the tie, her panties were on full display. She needed to stop Romilda as soon as possible. She had slowly and carefully spent the past six years moulding Harry into the perfect boyfriend. He wasn't too focused and he had to rely on her. Her smarts and his fame would guarantee that her muggleborn status didn't handicap her. Cho whimpered lightly. She couldn't believe that she had been captured. She had to free herself, she had to protect Harry from Romilda. The evil witch would probably use a love potion and enslave him. She couldn't let that happen. She knew that Harry needed happiness, even if that wasn't with her. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMM." Romilda practically skipped along the corridor, her plan was working perfectly. She stopped when she saw Harry waking towards her, this was great. "Hey Harry," she said brightly as she thrust a bottle of Butterbeer at him. "Would you like a drink?" A clearly exhausted harry took a huge swing of the drink. "Thanks." "Oh no, Harry. Thank you."