Chastisement

### CHASTISEMENT ###

Harry had beaten Voldemort and the resultant praise had gone to his head. It was with very bad grace that he returned to Hogwarts to re-take his final year again but the Minister had insisted. Ginny was totally fed up with him; the gentle caring Harry seemed to have disappeared, instead there was a tough, opinionated older teenager who was determined to make everyone toe the line – his line, that is.

Draco was still his insufferable self, despite being on probation from the Wizengamot. In his undisciplined self-esteem he saw the court’s ruling as an exoneration of himself and his actions. It was made worse by the fact that now he was acting head of the Malfoy clan because his father had been incarcerated permanently in Azkaban. He also returned to school in a recalcitrant frame of mind, determined to teach the green-eyed half-blood his proper position in the magical world.

The fact that the returnees were a smaller group and needed special tuition meant that they all took lessons together. The school governors soon found out that unless the professors kept a tight lid on things a Potter-Malfoy conflict would be sure to erupt. The History of Magic lessons always ended in some kind of magical or physical brawl. Added to the problem was the fact that each of them wished to be leader of the pack and any amount of devious manoeuvring took place outside the set classes. There were quite a few returned students who tried to broker peace, Hermione and Blaise being the leaders. However they still felt some loyalty to their friends. Therefore, whilst agreeing on the outline; some of the minutiae always seemed to be more important and interfere.

The two leaders took the line of ‘If only the others would do it our way [meaning his way] then there would be no conflict, would there?’ The peacemakers tried their hardest to winkle small concessions from their adamantine leaders, occasionally managing a small victory.

The number of times the two young mages had been called into the Headmistress’s office were innumerable; averaging between two or three times a week. McGonagall wanted to expel the two trouble makers, but she was pressured by the Ministry and the Governors to try and find some other way.

“There has to be a way for the two strongest wizards in Britain to be able to co-operate, otherwise we’ll have to relive the conflict once more,” was the usual response to her exasperated pleas. Trouble was, that in her heart of hearts she knew that to be correct.

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Kingsley was still Minister and had a regular meeting with Minerva. As usual the Potter-Malfoy conflict was on the agenda.

“Have you noticed, Minerva, that neither of them seems to have had any girlfriends?”

“Come to think of it, Ginny is no longer interested in Harry; she’s going out with Justin at the moment. None of the Slytherin girls will have anything to do with Draco; the Malfoys are still personas non gratia with the pure-blood faction. Not that I’ve seen or heard of either of them making any kind of advances to the fair sex.”

“Repressed homosexuality perhaps?”

“It’s worth considering; it’s a phase most youngsters go through. Harry had a task to do, and did it well, but now he’s full of anger, perhaps it needs another outlet instead of hostility. Draco’s home life was atrocious whilst the beast was in charge, so all kinds of repression will still be in his psyche.”

“What’s needed is something that will shame them, and shame them greatly especially in the eyes of their peers. Something that will knock the bumptiousness out of their psyches. I can assure you that if you take some unusual steps to effect the cure then I’ll back you; even if we have to bend the law a bit. Having those two heading in the same direction will help to heal many rifts.”

“I’ll bear that in mind, Kingsley. It would be good if, on the coming anniversary of peace, those two could present a united front.”

Other items were discussed and eventually the two senior mages parted to continue with their allotted tasks.

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This particular conflict started in Professor Bins’ class. Both the combatants got completely out of control and started firing hexes at each other. Had this been a DADA class it might have provided a good demonstration of magical warfare. As it was; deflected jinxes hit other students but not the two central figures. Warned by the castle’s magic, Minerva formed a posse of other professors and managed to surround Draco and Harry in a slowly contracting shield-ball. The build up of magic inside the ball as it shrank was such that it eventually neutralised any spell the two of them cast. The professors could then release the charm and take the two of them into custody.

“You will both have your wands confiscated, Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter, they will only be issued to you when you need them for class-work. I will not have this unruly behaviour any more, is that understood?”

“HE STARTED IT,” they both replied simultaneously, pointing at each other.

“It matters not any longer, you will both behave in a civilised way towards each other, otherwise I shall be forced to take drastic action …” There followed a long diatribe from the Headmistress telling the two surly teen-mages exactly what she thought of their unruliness.

It made little difference to the two teenagers. They nodded when necessary, but were already plotting their next moves to humiliate the other one. An uneasy truce reigned for a week until the dreaded history class came round once again. Some of the more timid students became diplomatically ill. The more bloodthirsty ones were looking forward to the fracas that was sure to occur.

It started with the two ‘accidently’ bumping each other as they attempted to enter the classroom before the other one. From then on things deteriorated. Not having wands was no hindrance to combat, fists and feet were now the weapons of choice. In the centre of the class room two eighteen year old men fought with every ounce of their strength. Their gowns had been jettisoned before the fray started, Harry, having had remedial eye surgery at St Mungo’s, no longer was inconvenienced by his glasses. They traded punches to begin with; Draco lost his footing and went down. Harry went to jump on the Slyth trying to knock the wind out of him. The blond rolled to one side and the tousle-top landed badly. Draco jumped on the Gryff and, using his tie tried to bind Green-eyes’ hands with it. During that part of the scuffle part of Blondie’s shirt was ripped. That induced a new tactic into the scuffle. Now, each one was trying to humiliate the other by ripping off his clothes. This excited the onlookers greatly, hormones started to take hold of the crowd and they yelled encouragement wanting to see the very personal accoutrements of the two wrestlers. Drawn in by the sexual frisson, those who had held aloof joined the crowd of yelling teenagers.

Binns had sent out a call for help and the posse arrived. It took time to restore order, firstly the crowd had to be dispersed, only after that had happened could the two fighters be incarcerated and separated.

“Very well, Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy, you were warned. You will be made an example of before the whole school. As you have little remaining clothes on your bodies you may as well remove them.”

Both young men started to object.

“Langlock!” came from the headmistress and then: “Exuero Vos!”

The remains of their garments disappeared, but for the fact that their hands were already secured behind their backs, they would have flown to cover what was very private. Both young men tried to double up but their captors held them upright.

“You will now accompany us to the great hall, where the whole school will witness your punishment.”

With their tongues tied magically and two adults holding them up the two young mages could only curse silently and struggle. Nevertheless they were taken to the great hall. To their horror a punishment dais had been set up by the elves under the caretaker’s gloating directions. Two open three legged pyramids were affixed thereon and Mr Filch had great delight in taking first Harry and attaching him to one of them. Draco was soon in the same predicament.

The single leg of the pyramid faced down the hall. The other two legs crossed at the top continuing for about a foot further. The vee shaped aperture thus formed was just sufficient to accommodate a student’s neck and there was a fixed collar therein. This made the incarcerated one hold up his head so that the whole school could see who it was. The front leg had two cuffs either side of it, about half way up, and Harry’s hands were brought round the structure and his wrists affixed in them. This caused him to appear to hug the structure and lean forward; so he shuffled his feet between the uprights in an attempt to keep his balance. Draco was affixed in the same way, but when he shuffled forward his ankles were grabbed and one each placed in cuffs at the bottom of the two rear stanchions. He was now off balance and had to stick his bottom out in order to regain it. His legs were apart and all his dangly bits in quite plain sight both from front and rear. Harry was put in a similarly awkward position.

While this was happening all the students were filing in for lunch. Naturally prurience ruled and everyone came up to walk round and stare at the two helpless miscreants, not that there was any real need. Once school was seated, Minerva cast a spell on the dais and it began to slowly revolve, at the same time it began to traverse the great hall, down between one set of tables, back up between the next set of tables and so on. No one was sure how to deal with it to begin with, apart from staring rudely at the two naked mages. However after one of the girls had asked Ginny if she had ever seen Harry completely naked, and she had made some reply about how shrivelled his snake was, compared to when she had stroked it last, some of the more daring spirits started to openly and loudly compare the physiques of the two top seekers.

No one was sure when the next phase started but Harry saw a semi hidden wand pointed at him from one of the older Slytherins, he expected a stinging hex, but instead had a tickling jinx aimed at his cock. The professors chose to ignore this and encouraged by their silence more students tried to improve their aim at the moving targets thus presented. Two moons of arse cheeks were easy to hit with the stinging hex, the smaller targets below and in between were less easy to hit however Ron waited until Draco was in his sights and managed to get an ‘Engorgio’ in. The next traverse was next door to the Slytherin table and Theo managed an equivalent jinx on Harry. The tickling caused two engorgements and made those sensitive bits much easier to hit. Before long both unfortunates were sprouting glistening erections and were mewling through their tied tongues in both embarrassment and lust. The headmistress then called a halt, dismissing the students to their classes.

This was not the end of the punishment.

After the two prisoners had been refreshed via a sweet tasting potion, Poppy held her medi-mage class in the main hall. It was to be a sex education class. The girls were encouraged to probe the genitalia of the two models. Poppy took a wicked delight in describing erogenous zones and then had her students trying them out on the two, now highly sexed young men. Once they had given samples of their sperm, the young men were encouraged to do an anal inspection, with plastic gloves on the medics-to-be went in search of various nodes and nerves, of course the prostate was always on the top of everyone’s list and further samples were collected as a result.

Poppy’s next class was about contraception and each student was encouraged to fit sheaths on the two erect models. Draco and Harry were sensitive down there, and their nerve endings caused numerous muscles to contract randomly, especially when the learners were encouraged to feel how snugly the various kinds of prophylactics fitted the glans edges. After tea the two bound mages were moved into a side room so that they did not openly distract people from their homework.

They had been given another drink via a straw and, as well as quelling their pangs of hunger, it refreshed their sperm banks, too. In fact it made the feel extremely randy. Once inside the room their tongues had been loosened and, after they had run out of expletives against each other and the staff they started to ask anyone who came by to give them some relief. The ache in their loins was very compelling. So much so that they were prepared to ask even a first year to pull their plonkers. A secret rota began whereby after a few ejaculations a medi student would come and ‘Episkey’ the soreness after which someone would offer them a drink. Whatever potion was within it was habit forming and, although mentally they tried to refuse their body decided on just one more intake.

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The two blubbing mages were wheeled into dinner and, during the first course were subject to two magical canes, beating their backs, bottoms and thighs. They had no strength left to cry out any more. They were freed for the main course, but their hands were bound behind their backs. They were told that they had to go and beg mouthfuls from anyone who offered, but only one mouthful from any one student. Both of them soon ran out of friends before their hunger was assuaged and then had to plead with others who, as can be imagined, wanted some kind of payment in return.

Harry, via his intensive DADA studies, had learned a few ‘on-the-edge-of-legal’ charms, especially those which had an amount of prurience attached. A group of Hufflepuffs got together and got him to agree to teach them. He was well fed, but afterwards had to be the model on which they practiced the charms. He paid fifteen white forfeits for that meal.

Draco was met with a stony stare until he promised to demonstrate various sex enhancing potions, and to be the model the lotions were used upon. He paid much the same dues as Harry did.

Two hours before the night time curfew was due. The Headmistress led Draco and Harry to a small cell; it had one two foot wide mattress on its bed.

“If you fight over this, you will be pilloried again tomorrow. If however, you manage to co-operate then you might have the punishment lessened.”

There was only one towel, one tiny piece of soap, and a round narrow shower that would only work if both of them were standing on its floor. It was possible to use the toilet separately but that was all.

Their pubic areas were still very sensitive, showering together meant touching, either the walls or each other and those walls were cold. Constantly bitching at each other, they contrived to wash; by the time they had started to soap they were very erect and huffing each time a cock head was accidentally rubbed against the other one’s skin.

It was Draco who broke the impasse: “Come here, Potter, hug me and we’ll frot each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“Face me and hold my bottom. I’ll do the same to you. We rub our cocks together. Hopefully when we’ve discharged we can then get washed.”

“Um … Like this?”

“Yes … exactly what I had in mind. The snake man had me do it to some Muggle boys, more than once. I was alright but he sexually tortured them afterwards, he wanted to get them sensitised, just as we are now. Don’t be worried I’m not going to take things down that road, what he did was disgusting. But I did enjoy the preliminaries.”

“Mmm … I can see what you mean … Uh-huh-huh … Did you cum too?”

“Merlin-n-n-n-n Yes-s-s-s.”

“I think we should do this again I’m still aching.”

“Can we do it slightly differently?”

“Go on tell me … another Slytherin perversion!” Only Harry smiled as he said it: “Just make it as good as the last one.”

“Okay, I’m going to turn around, you ride your cock in my arse-valley and, if you like you can stroke me at the same time, if not I’ll do it myself.”

“You mean you’ll trust me not to hurt you?”

“Yes, although Snake-man has probably hurt me much more that you could at the moment without your wand.” Draco turned and Harry snuggled his prick into Draco’s cleft.

“Fine … Like this … Can I stroke your mushroom too …? Aren’t your balls lovely and soft … Oh-ho … They’re moving … I’m cumming again … Ah-h-h-h-h.”

“Merlin Harry, you’ve got fantastic fingers … Whizzing-wands! That was one of the best I’ve ever had.”

“Mmm … nice arse, Draco … Come on, let’s get dry before we need another session.”

They took it in turns to dry pieces of their bodies. The towel was soaked, but the mages only slightly damp. The next problem was the bed, in order to receive any comfort; they had to lie on their sides.

“I’m getting horny again Draco, how about you ride my crack this time?”

“Okay, I’ll allow you your Gryffindor sense of fair play.” Draco snuggled in and snaked his hands into Harry’s play area.

What happened was very leisurely, their sexual urge was still present, but their reserves of energy greatly depleted. Harry fell asleep whilst Draco was still riding him. The blond’s fingers were slowly active so that their stroking was soothing more than exciting. Without either of them reaching fruition, Draco dozed, and then slept soundly.

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When he awoke Draco was still erect, and placed in the same position. His hugging hands were still holding a throbbing Gryffindor organ, so he began to slowly gyrate and pump, building up the rate until he felt the throb of discharge in the penis he was caressing. Five seconds later his erection pulsed forth its own offering.

“Merlin, Draco, what a way to wake someone up!”

“Didn’t you like it?”

“Oh yes, and I’m still feeling hot, are you? Silly question, I can feel your boner still between my cheeks. Can we work them off in the shower? I liked stroking your butt that first time.”

As they arose there was a strong smell of spent spunk

“Drat we can’t clear the mess on the sheets away.” Harry looked thoughtful: “Maybe we could try some wandless magic. According to McG we both should be strong enough.”

“Have you ever done any, I haven’t … The beast wouldn’t let us.”

“A couple of times, yes, not very well though. I managed to move a glass of water across Dumbles’ desk. First time I spilt it over his papers.”

“What did you use as a focus?”

“My forefinger, I pointed at it and thought the words.”

“But that’s silent spell making.”

“Oh, is it? Is that more difficult?”

“Very, even the beast had problems with that.”

“Okay, let’s try it together. You’re left handed aren’t you, so we should complement each other.”

“Father thought it was a sign that I’d make a good dark wizard. I’m game … Three … Two … One.”

“SCOURGIFY!”

“Great … It worked … Look no stains.”

“Hmm … She can hardly cut off out fingers, can she?”

“I’m not sure, I’ve never seen her so coldly furious before. C’mon. I’ve got that ache again. To the shower please?”

###

“How long can we keep them on ‘Lasciviens’ Poppy?”

“No more than another three days. I’d rather only another two, to be on the safe side, Minerva; even then it will take another couple or three days to work it out of their systems.”

“So we have a week’s peace to work out a solution, yes?”

“The students are already dividing into camps, Minerva,” said Filius: "There’s a small ‘disgusted’ contingent – not as big as we’d hoped. The peacemakers have added a few to their party, headed by Hermione and Blaise, with Justin a close supporter. It’s pleasant to see that it’s recruiting across house boundaries. However, those two factions are still outweighed by the ‘pro hostilities group’. That has another cross-boundary leadership, although they are not yet aware of their unity. Theodore Nott leads those who feel that the pure bloods should support a hard-done by pure-blood. Ronald Weasley leads the support Harry against the Malfoys. Let’s call them the hard-nuts. Normally they can be discounted and nullified; however, they are supported by the sexually prurient. Teenage hormones being what they are; having the two most eligible bachelors showing off their wares will have given many of the girls plenty of fantasies to work out privately. I’ve already overheard a number of preposterous plots about sexual overtures to the two. Many of the girls a mentally drooling, and no doubt a few physically, as well. The boys, well … Comparing yourself to those two magnificent specimens creates jealousy in two forms; I want to damage the offending implements, and then the opposite wish to play with them. Many of our charges are still experimenting – need I say any more? Oh! Don’t forget the sizable ‘already gay’ contingent, as well.”

“We should support the peace movement as much as we can, maybe praise any working together initiatives and arrange more.”

“Yes Pomona, I agree. If those two are seen to be working together that might help.”

“The castle’s magic reports that they are enjoying their physical relationships, without arguing.”

“It could be the Lasciviens talking, Minerva. It’s very powerful. To put it crudely; they’ll fuck the nearest available person who shows the slightest interest. I just hope that yours and Kingsley’s suppositions are correct.”

“The Malfoy’s have a long history of double connections, enjoying both types of experience. Severus may have been attracted to Harry’s mother, but he also kept a long standing relationship with Lucius going. Their hatred of Harry’s father was not just political. James had had a two year heavy flirtation with Lucius only to reject him when the Marauderers were formed. It’s Harry who has no past family history who is the loose cannon ball.”

The staff meeting went chuntering on, not really forming any coherent policy bar keeping a watchful eye on things as they developed.

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Two sated teenagers tried wandless drying charms on each other. Both worked admirably.

“Now what? We haven’t any clothes, Draco.”

“We could go Roman, the two sheets would make excellent togas.”

“It’s worth a go. I don’t know about you, but I don’t fancy showing my bits off in public again.”

“Exactly my feelings, too. Come here let me try and dress you, I was once taught how they did it, mind you, the real Romans also wore undergarments as well.”

Harry giggled: “If you wear the towel underneath. I’ll wear the pillowslip.”

Draco giggled back: “Neither would go round our waists all the way, we’ve put on too much muscle at Quidditch.”

“Well we might be able to expand them magically.”

Draco slapped his head: “C’mon Harry, you were good at transfiguration, and I’m not that bad. We’re fools for not thinking laterally. Let’s try out our wandless magic on the sheets.”

“Lateral thinking, Draco; of course. I’ve a better experiment to try first. I managed to Accio my broomstick from my room when fighting that dragon. Let’s Accio some clothes from our rooms. They’re much nearer than was the stadium to the school.”

“Great! Do you remember the combination charm that Filius taught us two years ago. I’ll boost you when you call your clothes and you can boost me when I call mine.

“Don’t forget we need a route clear of any obstructions. I think I’m going to try to call my pyjamas and alter them.”

“Why your pyjamas?”

They’re under my pillow and can slide out, through the window and round the castle to come down that ventilation duct above us, I can feel a draught so there must be air coming in. I’m not sure I’m up to opening my wardrobe at long distance yet. Secondly, I rarely wear them any longer, so if they get shredded it won’t matter too much.”

“Okay you go first. Oh, hang on I’ll have to stand behind you won’t I.”

“Yes and then grip my temples. Oh … Yes … Another session first or we may be distracted. You ride me first but don’t clean up the cum. Flitwick said that a liquid seal between skins was most efficacious.” Harry gave a wry smile and winked at Draco: “Don’t play with mine; then I’ll return the compliment just before you Accio your things.”

Draco got to work riding Harry’s crack; within five minutes he was pumping jism out. Harry started the conjoining words as that happened. Draco clasped Harry’s head between his hands, closing his eyes and concentrating. There was a clarity in their joint thought that neither had experienced before. Harry sent his magical hand out, for that was how he imagined it, up the ventilator shaft and out into the air. Being a seeker he had flown all over the roofs of the castle many times before, as had Draco. So there was no hesitation in finding his dorm window. Alohomra and Aperio at a distance was a new experience but they managed it. The hand flew into Harry’s bed space, grabbed the pyjamas and retreated, clothes in hand.

Draco removed his hands, but his semi flaccid cock remained in touch with Harry’s buttocks for a few seconds longer. Only when that was removed was the clarity of mind meld lost. During that time they both agreed a slight experimental alteration. Harry got to work in Draco’s bum valley, his spilt seed making an excellent liquid seal between their two bodies. There was no need for hands on temples; nevertheless Harry lightly hugged Draco to ensure a constant prick-cleft interface.

Draco’s didn’t use an imaginary hand; his chosen instrument was an elongated snake, bearing some resemblance to a vacuum cleaner hose as well. It was via the ventilation ducts that Draco made his unhindered imaginative way. There were no windows to open but there were quite a few false explorations until they found the correct channel into Draco’s dorm. Draco used the same trouble free way of obtaining his silk night-wear.

Once the two mages had transformed their clothes the next task was opening the door. There were a few dribbles of ejaculate on the floor so, damping their hands with it; they held hands for joint memory melding. The door had three locking charms upon it; all three had to be lifted simultaneously. Their joint insight was greater than just their two intellects. Between them they worked out that the joint psyche would lift one charm whilst their individual psyches would lift one each. It worked like a dream, and they walked free, without raising the alarm.

“Goodbye Malfoy, see you around.”

“What’s wrong with calling me Draco?”

“Nothing, however if we want to be sequestered again, which I do, we’ll have to give then some excuse to put us jointly in the can, won’t we?”

“How very Slytherin of you, Potter. Yes, I’d like to play with yours again. Shall we have a shouting match during Transfiguration?”

“Good idea, right under the Headmistress’s nose. She’ll not be able to ignore it, will she?”

The castle’s magic informed Minerva that the two miscreants had freed themselves, so she warned the staff not to show any surprise at Malfoy and Potter being free to attend breakfast. The people who were really shocked were the students. There was a lot of muttering when the two of them appeared from different doors. The peace-makers were pleased and made encouraging noises, but they were drowned out by the disappointed whispers of the prurient, and the encouragement of the hardliners trying to find out when the next battle would commence.

Draco finished his breakfast and walked down to the dungeons to pick up his books. Millicent and a group of older girls, having realised that Draco had no wand, surrounded him in the common room. They co-operated in stripping the blond, partly by magical means and partly by physical. Lasciviens was still making the rounds of Draco’s system and so his rooter rose into full resplendence, much to the girls’ entertainment. His naked torso was laid on a table and taking turns in holding his hands and feet, the girls played with his cock; pretending it was a homework project for Poppy.

Harry was in an equivalent position, but was surrounded by a group of gay students in a disused classroom. As far as they were concerned, to have played with He-who-lived-twice’s prick, was something to boast about to all their gay mates. After his third ejaculation Harry’s meat was glowing purple and very sensitive. His muscles had taken on a life of their own and his body was jerking around in a very abandoned fashion. However, mentally he was on a different plain; remembering the overnight fun he had had with Draco.

Something clicked in Harry’s brain: he had an intuition that Draco was in the same plight. *Are they molesting you too, Draco?*

*Yes – how did you do that?*

*No idea – it just came to me – anyway you must also be doing something to connect us.*

*Fancy trying another wandless experiment? It may not work.*

*If they carry on molesting me I won’t have any prick left, they’re rubbing it raw, but it still feels good.”

*Okay … Three … Two … One …*

“BOMBARDA – EXUERO VOS – RICTUMSEMPRA MAXIMA PUBIS VOS!”

Both sets of aggressors flew back, losing all their clothes before they hit the wall. Being partly concussed did not seem to interfere with the sexy feelings surrounding their pubic areas. Stuck to the wall they writhed in saturnalian sensuousness.

*We did it Partner!* sent Harry: *My lot have purple leaking erections.”

*The females are all rubbing themselves and looking flushed – it’s disgusting – still it got us out of a nasty situation.*

*I’ll see you in Transfiguration in five minutes. Let’s not give the finite until then, eh?*

*Okay, Partner – I don’t really fancy fighting any more.*

*Nor me – let’s come clean the McG and ask to work together in her class, shall we?*

*Won’t that put the Weasel’s nose out?*

*Not really, he’ll have Hermione all to himself. He’ll probably give you grief, but he’ll be secretly pleased.*

The two mages left their ravished attackers stuck to the wall. Draco and Harry dressed, collected their books and went to the Transfiguration Classroom.

“Messrs Potter and Malfoy, I do hope you are not planning to disrupt my class?” Was the stern greeting from the Headmistress, as they walked into the room.

“No professor,” Harry replied.

“We would like to work together, please, Headmistress.”

“Are you quite sure?” Minerva’s eyebrows shot up.

The two student-mages nodded positively to their professor, joined hands, and said: “FINITE INCANTATEM!”

“We’re afraid that some of your other students might be slightly late, Headmistress.”

“Really, how do you know that?”

“Um … we were sexually attacked after breakfast,” Harry went bright red: “Um … Um …”

“… We retaliated in a like manner.” Draco winked at his partner.

Minerva caught the wink: “I do hope you didn’t hurt them unnecessarily.” She gave them both a tight-lipped smile. I take it that you have no real need of your wands now?”

“Not really, thank you.” Draco put on a cheeky smile: “We didn’t use our fingers to release us either. Did we Harry?”

Harry smirked a Draco-like smirk: “No, Headmistress, we seem to have other larger accoutrements than fingers.”

Minerva pretended to look shocked, but the giggle in her voice betrayed her: “I do hope that, for the sake of decency, you only use your fingers in my class.”

“Of course, Headmistress. May we share the double desk over there please?”

FIN