Ginny felt her heart pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the frantic thoughts racing through her mind. She had to get out of this situation, but how? Her eyes darted around the room, looking for any possible solution that wouldn't end with her in trouble or you being discovered. Her gaze settled on her own feet, and an idea, absurd as it was, began to form.
Slowly, as inconspicuously as she could manage, Ginny slipped her foot out of her shoe. The faintest hint of a grimace crossed her face as she felt the cool air on her stockinged toes, a stark contrast to the warmth of her shoe. With a final, apologetic glance down at you, still squirming helplessly under her butt, she made her move.
Gently, she tilted her weight to one side, just enough to lift her butt off you without drawing attention. In that brief moment of relief, you took a deep breath, grateful for even the smallest reprieve. But it was short-lived. You watched in horror as Ginny's hand reached down and plucked you from the seat. You barely had time to react before you found yourself being lowered towards the floor.
The realization of what she intended hit you like a bolt of lightning. You opened your mouth to protest, but your tiny voice was swallowed by the ambient noise of the classroom. Ginny's hand guided you toward her shoe, the dark cavernous space waiting to swallow you whole. The scent of leather and the faintest hint of sweat filled your nostrils as you were unceremoniously deposited inside.
You tumbled down the incline of the insole, coming to rest at the very tip, pressed against the wall of the shoe. The darkness was almost complete, save for the sliver of light coming from the shoe's opening. Before you could even gather your thoughts, the light was blotted out as Ginny's foot began to slide back in.
Panic surged through you as her stockinged toes filled the narrow space, pushing you further into the cramped confines. You were pressed against the coarse fabric of her stocking, the warmth of her foot immediately enveloping you. The pressure increased as her foot settled fully into the shoe, pinning you beneath her toes.
Every movement she made, every shift of her weight, was magnified a hundredfold to you. The air was hot and stuffy, making it hard to breathe. The scent of her foot was inescapable, a mix of leather, sweat, and something uniquely her. You tried to push against her toes, to wiggle free, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
Ginny, on the other hand, was trying her best to act normal, though she was acutely aware of your presence beneath her toes. She could feel your tiny struggles, and each one sent a fresh wave of guilt and anxiety crashing over her. She knew she had to act fast, but she couldn't afford to draw attention to herself.
She raised her hand, catching Slughorn's eye. "Professor," she called out, trying to keep her voice steady, "I don't feel well. May I be excused?"
Slughorn looked at her over his half-moon glasses, his bushy eyebrows knitting together in concern. "I'm afraid not, Miss Weasley. This is a very important assignment, and we need everyone to stay until it's completed. If you're not feeling well, you can visit the hospital wing after class."
Ginny's heart sank. She had hoped to escape quickly, but now she was trapped. She nodded, forcing a tight smile. "Of course, Professor."
She glanced down at her foot, feeling you continue to squirm beneath her toes. She bit her lip, both concerned and strangely fascinated by the sensation. Your tiny struggles felt almost like a massage, the small movements a stark contrast to the rigid structure of the classroom.
Determined to find a way out, Ginny refocused on the potion in front of her. She would have to wait until the end of class to fix this, but she could still keep you hidden. She concentrated on following the steps precisely, trying to ignore the faint tickling sensation of you moving under her toes.
As the minutes dragged on, Ginny became more attuned to the rhythm of your movements. She couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: guilt for putting you in such an uncomfortable position, but also a strange sense of enjoyment from the sensation. It was like having a tiny, squirming foot massage, and despite herself, she found it oddly comforting.
Each time you tried to push against her toes, she subtly adjusted her weight, pressing down just enough to keep you still without causing you harm. She couldn't let you be discovered, but she also couldn't deny the odd satisfaction she felt. It was a small comfort amidst the stress and panic of the situation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Slughorn announced that the class was over. Ginny let out a sigh of relief, quickly packing up her things.
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