A Wager Between Girls

Author's Note: wow. Flames and Trolls suck big goat testes. oh well lol

Chapter Four

Before they left the room of requirement, the girls cast spells on their giant duffle bags of things to shrink them down to pocket size.

“Oh hey Parvati. I have a question. Do you think maybe we can set our pendants to send a sign or note to the other three girls when one of us..um..reaches our goal? That way the others would know they don’t have to compete any longer if they didn’t want to.” said Hermione.

“Good idea, Hermione, but I dunno how to do that.” said Parvati.

“Oh I know how, I was just asking if you girls wanted that option.” said Hermione.

“Yeah that’ll be good. But one thing...” said Parvati.

“What?” Hermione looked concerned.

“I don’t think any of us will want to stop at that point anyway.” said Parvati, trying not to laugh.

“Hmm.” said Hermione.

“Oh lighten up, Hermione! Put the spell on them and let’s get going!” said Parvati.

“I think this wager will do you some good, ‘Mione.” said Padma.

“Hey!” Hermione yelled, mock offended.

Hermione quickly charmed their watch pendants, and they all left the room, making sure they still had their shrunken goodies in their pockets.

In the Great Hall...

The hall was full of hungry students. Lunch had already started by the time the four girls got there. Parvati and Padma left Hermione and Ginny to go sit with Lavender Brown.

“See you later, girls. I’m sure we’ll be in touch soon.” said Padma, winking.

Hermione and Ginny sat down with Harry and Ron.

“Hello Harry, Ron.” said Ginny, with a big smile on her face.

“What’s with you?” asked Ron, grumpily.

“Oh nothing. Just having a good day is all.” said Ginny.

“Me too. I’m liking this day.” said Hermione.

“Did you not get the same homework I did?” said Ron incredulously.

“Oh yeah. And it’s going to be so difficult, that Hermione and I are going to get some extra help. Isn’t it great, Hermione?” said Ginny. Hermione nodded happily.

“Bloody mental.” said Ron. Harry just laughed, and began eating.

After Ginny finished her hamburger, she asked, “so which classes do you have after lunch, guys?”

“I’ve got Muggle Studies. Dad insisted I take it. Why does he love muggle culture so much...” Ron moped.

“Dad didn’t make ME take that.” Ginny said, laughing.

“I have....” said Harry, checking his schedule, “Astronomy. It’s going to be really tough this year I think, but I thought I’d try.”

“Hermione and I have History of Magic next.” said Ginny.

“Is that Binns?” asked Ron.

“Nah, we’ve got Barty Crouch Jr. ‘cause we’re upper year now. Binns is lower year.” said Hermione.

Ron whistled. “That guy is fucked.” Ron gaped. Harry laughed.

“Dean said he’s sadistic, for real.” said Ron.

“Really?...kinky.” said Hermione, looking at Ginny. They both looked over at Parvati and giggled.


History of Magic...


Parvati insisted that she and Padma, and Ginny and Hermione all go early. After some protesting that it wasn’t fair, and complaining of a head start, they gave in.

Parvati took a deep breath, then opened the door, leading the girls into the classroom.

Barty Jr. sat at his desk, smoking, looking out the window. The girls all looked at each other, and tried not to laugh.

Padma cleared her throat, for which she received a pinch in the side from Parvati.

Barty Jr. jumped up and flicked the cigarette out the window. He stood there smiling at the girls like nothing happened. They walked in and Ginny closed the door behind them. They were about 15 minutes early anyway.

Padma, Ginny and Hermione went and sat together at some desks, while Parvati strolled up to their professor. She stood by the window next to him.

“I could go for one as well...” said Parvati, pulling out a cigarette from her shirt pocket.

The other girls nearly fell off their chairs. The look on Hermione’s face was priceless.

Parvati barely touched the cigarette to her lips. She raised an eyebrow at her professor.

Ginny stifled a laugh.

“Ah, go on then. I won’t tell” he said, winking.

She then took her wand out and lit her cigarette with the tip, which had produced a flame.

Barty Jr. leaned back against the blackboard, his arms folded.
“So what are you ladies doing here so early anyway?” he asked.
The sitting girls just shrugged and smiled, not knowing what to say.

Parvati took a drag from her cigarette, then said,
“well, Professor...we’re just so eager. You know how it is...you get excited about something, and you just have to do it to try and calm your excitement.” she said meaningfully, putting emphasis on all the right words.

“Yes...I see what you mean.” he said, quickly flashing her a smile.

The other girls watched and listened raptly.

Parvati arched back against the frame of the open window, closing her eyes and breathing deep. She sighed, and said,
“Such a beautiful day, isn’t it?” She opened her eyes to look at Barty Jr.
“Yes it is. Quite.” he said, looking her in the eye with some intensity.

“Well!” he started, clapping his hands together, “time for class now I believe.”

Parvati just stood there staring at him, half smiling. She was somewhat startled when he stepped closer to her, and grabbed her wrist. He heard her quietly gasp, and smiled. He held her wrist while he used his other hand to take the cigarette from her now immobilized hand. He flicked it out the window. She gazed into his dark green eyes for a moment, and then he released her.

Barty Jr. sat once again at his desk. He waved his wand at the door and it opened, allowing the rest of the students in.

Parvati walked down the aisle between the desks, and sat with the astonished girls. She was biting her lip, and trying not to smile. She didn’t look the other girls in the eye. Instead, she just sort of shifted in her seat and fidgeted. Barty Jr. noticed that she seemed bothered. He smiled to himself. He had guessed that she had a crush on him. Silly little girl, he thought. He’d let her know what he was really like. She had no idea what he could do to her; what he wanted to do to her.

Barty Jr. stood up and began his lesson for the day.

“Today we are learning about torture methods that were used in the past. Not only by muggles on witch-hunts, but by the insane and sadistic in general.” He paused and smiled.

Some of the students looked uneasy.

“The Ministry of Magic, and Headmaster Dumbledore, have told me to include a disclaimer about this section of the course, so I will give you one now. We will be examining torture methods, looking at graphic pictures, and learning about all the gory details...” He said, looking at Parvati, “and you’ll like it, and ask for more. Got it?” He smiled. No one said anything. They were all a bit freaked out at this point. Except for Parvati of course, who suddenly imagined her professor pinning her down on the floor and taking her roughly, telling her to ask for more.

She shivered slightly and felt a rush of warmth between her thighs. She noticed that he was still looking at her. She bit her lip nervously and looked down.

Barty Jr. went on to explain their class work, which was reading the chapter on impalement.

He then conjured a prop to inspire his students...which was a life size model of the sharp poles used to impale people back in the day. He laid it down on his desk.

Ginny, Padma, and Hermione all glanced nervously at each other, then at Parvati who was reading eagerly. Ginny then passed a small note to Hermione, which read:

Holy shit. Ron was right. He is mental! :P

Hermione stopped herself from laughing, out of fear of being tortured after class.

Parvati was having trouble concentrating on her reading. She was lost in a daydream:

Barty Jr. had her pressed against a cold stone wall, his forearm firmly against her neck, holding her still. She struggled against him because that’s how he liked it. She felt his fingers slip into her panties and touch her. He loosened his grip on her, only to lean into her and push her harder against the wall. He kept her still while he bit her neck hard. It hurt, but she got goosebumps from the pleasure of it. She could feel his breath against the tender flesh, and his fingers caressing her, causing her to moan.

Parvati realized she had almost moaned aloud, and looked around, embarrassed. She tried to go back to reading, but was startled by how her professor was looking at her while he sat at his desk. She nearly whimpered when he ran his fingers back and forth on the pole on his desk.

No one else was paying attention, as they were all engrossed (and grossed out) in the reading and pictures.

She couldn’t believe he was being like this. She was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around! But then again, it was sexy. And she just might win the bet.

Before she knew it, the class was over.

“Class dismissed, everyone. Out, now. Thank you. I need a cigarette.” said Barty Jr.

Parvati deliberately took a while getting her things together. Her friends knowingly rushed off without her.

“Parvati. Come here, please.” said Barty Jr, as the last of the students exited.

She stood in front of his desk, where he was lounging casually in his chair.

“How did you like today’s lesson?” he asked.

“Oh, um. I found it very...intriguing.” she said.

“Yes, you seem to like this sort of thing.” he said.

She nodded.

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked.

“W-what?” she said, flustered.

He smiled at her, and indicated the long spike on his desk.

She blushed. “Sure. Okay.”

He reached forward and took her hand, guiding it onto the pole. He stared her in the eye while he made her hand grasp it. He moved their hands back and forth, stroking the object. She started to feel shaky. Just when she felt her knees might give way from nerves and arousal, he withdrew his hand quickly. She looked at him, wondering what he was doing. He stood, handed her a cigarette, and then stood by the window, smoking, with his back to her. She followed him over to the window and stood quietly smoking next to him.