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Draco and Hermione were both barefoot as they stood in the middle of the Great Hall on a wrestling mat, all the students in Hogwarts cheering, mostly for Hermione because Malfoy was so hated and they wanted to see him embarrassed.

Draco charged at Hermione and grabbed her around the waist, taking her down to the ground. He began tickling her ribs and sides.

Hermione began laughing as she struggled underneath the Slytherin.

"Give up, Granger?" Draco asked as he continued tickling her.

She didn't respond so Draco continued the tickling. Hermione tried to stifle her laughter long enough to one hand free and jabbed Draco in the ribs with a finger causing him to yell out.

He got off her and rubbed his side but Hermione jumped on his back, taking him down to the ground.

Hermione sat on Draco's back, lifting his ankles and used her wand to tie his ankles together. She then started tickling his feet and Draco instantly began laughing, not being able to take it.

"I give!"

The students all cheered when they heard Malfoy giving up, and so did Hermione but she didn't stop.

"I give! I give!" Draco managed between laughs.

Hermione however ignored him and kept running her fingers up and down the soles of his feet. Draco struggled but couldn't get free, the feather light touches were unbearable.

Finally, after about a minute, Hermione finally stopped tickling Draco's feet and got up to the cheers, enjoying her victory.

Draco was shocked to suddenly find himself pinned down on the ground with Hermione on top of him. He stared at her with surprise, opening his mouth to say something. "H-hey, Hermione!"

She ignored him, still rather breathless from that last assault. Nevertheless, she wanted some revenge on him as well. Before Draco could say anything else, his wrists were roughly grabbed and his arms were raised, forced in place above his head. From there, the Gryffindor began to dig her nails against his exposed armpit. "Aahhh! Hahahahahahahahahaha! H-Hermionesahahaahahahha! I-I'm sorryehahahahahaha! Stohohohop!"

After everything that Draco had put her through, there was no way that Hermione was going to go easy on him.

"Nohohahahahahahahaa! C'mon, don'tahahahahahahaha!" Draco complained, struggling to lower his arms in defense. "Hahahahahahahahahahah!"

Hermione fingers danced along the hollow of his armpit, changing up her tactics to keep him in a constant state of guessing. She would lightly flutter her fingertips against Draco's exposed skin, then suddenly shift to a more aggressive approach that utilized her nails. Of course, she made sure not to bear down too hard, as she wanted to tickle him, not hurt him.

Draco continued to laugh and protest, helpless to stop her. Although he'd figured that she'd get herself free eventually, he hadn't expected her to manage so quickly. He'd planned to have a bit of fun with her for a while, but the tables had turned, and now he was the one on the receiving end of things.

Hermione soon traveled down from Draco's armpit, now focusing on his side and ribs even as he squirmed around with laughter. After all, there were sure to be plenty of sweet spots on his body, and she intended to search for each and every one of them.

"Ahahahahahahaha! Nohohohahahahaha!" Draco attempted to push her off, but Hermione wouldn't budge, but the tickling weakened him quite a bit as well. "Ahhhh!"

"Mm, what's wrong? Don't tell me that you're ticklish, too," Hermione replied sardonically, glad that she could give him some well-deserved payback, as she continued to tickle his upper body.

"Mmm! F-$%!@!" Draco couldn't help but groan with delight, bucking his hips. "Hehehehehe! Pleasestahahahahahap!" The tickling was driving him crazy, making it hard for him to concentrate. Hermione paid no attention to his protests, her fingers soon scribbling over his ribs. She was determined to tickle him everywhere that he'd done to her, wanting to teach him a lesson.

"AAHHHNOHOHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THERE! HERMIONEHAHAHAHAHA!" Draco's laughter escalated further, the torment to his stomach causing him to squirm around. He still couldn't get her off of him. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She continued this for a few more minutes, taking her time to tickle all over his upper body. Draco shrieked with laughter, his arms now free but still unable to fend her off. "AHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

She ignored his begging, Hermione then decided to set her sights on Draco's feet instead.

Draco let out a sigh of relief when Hermione abruptly stopped, wiping a few tears from his face. However, his eyes went wide with alarm when she wrapped her legs around his, effectively trapping him. "Hermione, wait-!" Draco didn't get the chance to finish his plea before Hermione began to scribble her fingers all over Draco's bare feet. "NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DON'TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Hermione couldn't help but smirk a bit, glad his feet already proved to be one of his weakest spots. She refused to relinquish her hold on his legs even as he attempted to pull himself free, her nails skittering over his unbearably sensitive feet. "What's wrong, Draco? Is this too intense for you?"

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! I-I'M SORRYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! L-LET GOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His feet wiggled around a bit in her grip, and he attempted to scrunch them up in an effort to defend them.

"I'm not going to let you go," Hermione replied calmly, focusing on his heels for a few seconds, then moving up to his arches and insteps.

The young man writhed around, laughing his head off as fresh tears streamed down his cheeks. No matter how hard he tried, Draco just couldn't break free from Hermione's hold.

He couldn't handle it at all, the ticklish sensations driving him berserk. It became even worse when she turned her attention to the soles of his feet. "AAHHHHH! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAT! STOHOHOHOP!"

She dug into those areas, scribbling all over them without respite. If Draco wanted to mess with her, then she would return the favor. Despite Draco's attempts to break free, Hermione held onto him tight, wreaking havoc on those plushy spots even as he went berserk.

This was sheer torture for Draco, yet he couldn't say that he hated it. The tickling boosted his arousal, feeling Hermione's skilled fingers exploring every inch of his feet, especially those particularly weak spots.

"NONONOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHA!"

"Hm, I daresay that you might be even more ticklish than me, Malfoy," she teased, allowing herself to be a bit more playful than usual. Now was not the time to stay reserved, as she didn't know if she'd ever get this chance again. "Just remember that you started this whole thing in the first place."

"AAAAHHHH! I-I GET IHIHIHIHIT! NO MOREHEHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Hermione spent a good five minutes wreaking havoc on Draco's feet, concentrating on his toes. She loved his frantic reactions when she delved into those tender crevices between the digits, taking advantage of those highly ticklish spots even as Draco pleaded with her. However, was he begging for her to stop? Or to keep going?

Draco couldn't think straight, his mind a jumbled mess as he helplessly lay there, unable to pull his legs free. He was eventually given a moment to catch his breath and compose himself, his face as red as a tomato. "H-Hermione...please..."

Hermione smiled to herself as he began to writhe around with laughter, relishing the fact that she continued to have the upper hand on him.

Titans Tower was unusually quiet for a Saturday night; nobody was making a mess in the kitchen and movie night was until Saturday. Blue Beetle and Beast Boy were out doing recon for a mission and Starfire and Raven failed to mention where they'd disappeared to which left only two young heroes at the fancy apartment.

By the time $%!@ Grayson had arrived at the place he discovered his younger brother Damian Wayne training, as usual in the gym area. He was punching and kicking a punching bag with some nice combinations.

"Hey." $%!@ greeted as he walked in. "Where's everyone else."

"Don't know, don't care." Damian responded, not even bothering to look over in his older brother's direction.

"Cheerful as usual. Well, I bet I can get a smile out of you." $%!@ teased slyly which caused Damian to grumble under his breath. "Need a sparring partner?"

Damian stopped for a moment and looked down at Grayson's bare feet with a knowing smile.

"Fine. Let's go."

The two of them stepped onto the mats, taking up fighting stances.

"Ready when you are," $%!@ smirked. Damian then rushed forward and threw out a series of punches that were as quick as ever. $%!@ was forced on the defense, blocking these strikes one after the other. Damian then leapt up and spun around in the air, directing a vicious kick to the side of Grayson's neck. $%!@ did not have a chance to either block or dodge it.

When he landed gracefully on the ground, Damian immediately swung his leg around in an arc, hitting Grayson squarely in the gut before another kick squarely to Grayson's knee.

"Jesus, Damian…I'm not freakin' Two-Face." Nightwing swore as he gripped his leg in pain. As much as his loved his little bro, sparring with him was not Nightwing's favorite thing in the world. So often Damian really went at him like he was an actually enemy.

"I didn't mean to hit you that hard…are you alright?" Robin asked with sudden guilt, kneeling down next to his older brother.

When an opening presented itself, Nightwing's fingers reached for Robin's sides and wiggled against them.

"Eheeheeheeheeheep!" Robin yelped, quickly shoving Nightwing away.

Nightwing raised an eyebrow.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Damian snapped.

"Really?" Nightwing grinned.

Nightwing suddenly swiveled around and wrapped his legs around Robin's right leg in a lock, tripping him so he landed on his stomach.

"Are you serious?" Robin demanded as he tried to free himself after Nightwing sat on his back

"You're serious enough for the both of us" $%!@ replied before starting to tickle Damian's sides.

"AhA! GrAAYssON!….HAOhohaa…SsToOoPP!"

Damian started laughing as $%!@ continued tickling him for a few seconds before the younger boy was able to pull himself out from underneath the older one.

"What the hell was that?" Damian demanded, more unbalanced than $%!@ had seen him in the past.

"I'm just trying to help you loosen up." $%!@ explained. "If you were any more wound up, you'd be a timex."

"Do you think The Scarecrow is ticklish? Do you think that's going to work the next time we fight him?"

"I don't know, we'll have to try it next time. Maybe it'd go easier for us."

Robin had to bite his lip to stop a slight smile from appearing on his face as he charged forward and came at Nightwing with kicks. Nightwing responded with punches which forced Robin to stumble backwards. However, when Nightwing swung again Robin caught his arm and pulled it behind $%!@'s back.

Before the team leader could retaliate Robin's free hand was digging into Nightwing's ribs. Not expecting that at all, Nightwing exploded with laughter.

"What the heck was that?"

"Turnabout is fair play." Robin responded, smirking.

"HAHAHAHAHAoaoaGGEetTooOFFF!" Nightwing managed before he leaped away from his younger brother.

"Okay." Nightwing smiled. "Let's go then."

He then lunged for Robin, going for a single leg take down. Nightwing got Robin down who rolled onto his stomach but Nightwing wrapped his legs around Robin's so he couldn't escape.

From there, he proceeded to scribble his fingers all over Damian's socked sole.

"I enjoy hearing you laugh for a change."

"N-nohohahahahahahahah! Stahahahahahahap tickling mehehahahahahahah!" Damian attempted to yank his foot free as it was tickled, the thin fabric of his sock doing little to protect him. "Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Damian's foot wiggled around as he laughed, his toes curling in an effort to lessen the sensations. "Aaahahahahahahah! Let gohohahahah!" No matter how hard he tried, Damian couldn't seem to fight his way out of Grayson's grasp. "Stohohahahahahahahap! Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"I can do this all day," $%!@ said with a smirk, tickling all over Damian's foot. The heel, arch and the sole of his foot, causing Damian to honest to god shriek.

"Aaahahahahahahah! I-I said stahahahahahahahap! Eeeeee!"

After another minute or so, $%!@ decided to peel off the black sock, leaving Damian's foot bare.

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Damian again tried to tug free. "Don't you dare! I'm warning you Grayson-AAAHHH!" He could feel $%!@'s fingers scribbling all over his barefoot and immediately was overcome with more laughter.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! AHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Damian's head shifted back and forth until he realized that $%!@'s foot was right by his hand and $%!@ was already barefoot. In a desperate attempt, Damian grabbed a hold of $%!@'s ankle and began tickling his foot in return. That caused $%!@ to let go and Damian began tickling $%!@'s feet in revenge.

Damian proceeded to tickle him faster and more aggressively, targeting every inch of Grayson's foot. He targeted $%!@'s heel and arch, as well as the upper areas of his sole.

"How are you liking this?"

"Nohohahahahahahahah! C'mon, stohohahahahahahap! I mean ihihihihihihihit!" $%!@ was desperate to get away from his younger brother, but between the iron grip that Damian had on his ankle, and the fact that it was nearly impossible to concentrate on breaking free, there was really nothing that he could do.

"Hahahahahahahahah! Damianahahahaha!"

"No! Now let go-Aaahhh! Aahahahahahahaha!" $%!@ broke down into a fit of laughter as Damian's fingers danced all over his bare sole. "Stop! Stahahahahahap!"

"Did you stop?" Damian demanded. "I'm not going to either!"

Damian continued to tickle all over Grayson's sole, from his heel, all the way to the ball of his foot. However, he wasn't laughing nearly as hard as Damian would've liked, so he began to target Grayson's toes as well.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEY! NOT THAHAHAHAT!" $%!@ desperately tried to break free, but just couldn't get away, Damian was attached to him like a bloodthirsty tick.

"All you have to do is give up and admit that I'm a better." Damian remarked, getting underneath Grayson's toes. His fingers scribbled along the bases and undersides, before going back to his heels.

NO! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHH!"

Finally, $%!@ used his other let to kick Damian away, hard enough to make Damian loosen his grip, allowing Grayson to wrench free. Now more agitated than ever, Nightwing tackled Robin to the padded floor.

Without a moment of hesitation, $%!@ pounced on top of his younger brother and straddled him, digging his fingers into Damian's stomach.

"Give up?" $%!@ grinned.

"Never." Damian spat before managed to twist out from under Grayson and tackling him to the ground. He sat on his waist for a moment, tickling his ribs for a second before $%!@ grabbed Damian's wrists before rolling them over so that he was back on top.

"Your arrogance is going to be your downfall," $%!@ said with a smirk, tickling all over Damian's upper body. His ribs, his sides, and his underarms.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHAHAHA!"

"Just submit and we can stop." $%!@ suggested as his tireless fingers wiggled into both helpless armpits.

"AHOAhOAHAoaaAoHAOAHAOHaYYyOOoUoUOAUOhOAHAWWiiiISSSHhhAOHOHAOHAAOHAOAHAAA" Damian refused with too much pride and ego to let Nightwing beat him like this.

"You know exactly what to do, or say, if you want me to stop," $%!@ replied in a loud voice so that Damian could hear him over his own laughter.

"N-oooooo!" Damian could feel Grayson's fingers spidering all over his abdomen, and he squirmed around helplessly.

$%!@ let out a sigh, tickling Damian's sides and ribs, as well as his stomach. "Always so stubborn..."

Damian could only lie there and take it, laughing and yelling at $%!@ to stop.

"How much longer do you two plan on keeping this up?" Starfire asked. She and Raven had come back to the apartment from and mall and the both of them had been watching the whole thing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET OFF MEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!" Damian yelled, now embarrassed that this whole 'fight' was actually being seen by others but $%!@ on the other hand could care less.

"Looks like I have no choice." $%!@ got off Damian, whom attempted to crawl away. "Not so fast!"

Damian felt his legs being pinned down and he looked over his shoulder with utter horror as Grayson stared at his upturned soles. He removed Damian's other sock. "Grayson, don't you dare!"

$%!@ glanced at him. "Do you give up?"

"Of course not!" Damian snapped indignantly. His pride and ego refused to lose this.

With that, $%!@ mercilessly scribbled his fingers all over both of Damian's bare feet, sitting on the backs of Damian's legs to ensure that he couldn't escape.

"AAAAHHHHHNOHOHAHAHAHAHA!" Damian burst into a new fit of hysterical laughter. He could feel Grayson tickling along the bottoms of his feet, hitting all the sensitive spots. "STOP! GRAAAAAYSOONNN! STOHOHAHAHAP!"

"Do you give up?" $%!@ smiled, not letting up at all.

"YESSSSSSS! PLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO MOREHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Shocked that Damian had actually begged him, $%!@ stopped tickling him once and for all.

"Looks like I win," he bragged. he bragged. with a smile as he moved off his legs. Damian's head hit the mat with a light thud. Damian rolled over so he was lying on his back, panting and struggling to regain composure.

$%!@ massaged Damian's feet for a moment, trying to help get rid of the post-tickling itchiness before getting up. $%!@ walked over to Starfire and wrapped an arm around her neck.

Damian's head hit the mat with a light thud as $%!@ walked over to Starfire and wrapped an arm around her neck.

"You two are so cute." Starfire smiled as she and her boyfriend walked away. Raven came over to sit down next to Damian who was still getting his breathe back.

"So, you're ticklish?" Raven smiled. "I'll have to remember that."

Damian glared at her and jumped to his feet.

"Don't even think about it, Raven!" He then swore a plethora of obscenities under his breath as he swore to get back at his older brother for this.