Of Granger and Potter [for Nightbladered]

[Aeternam]

“Urgh — troll boogers.” Harry wiped his wand on the troll’s trousers, just after recovering it from the creature's nose.

Suddenly loud footsteps told them several people were coming towards the bathroom. Of course their fight with the troll would call unwanted attention, but so far Harry didn't realize they had done so much noise throughout it.

As the three people entered the bathroom -- they being Minerva McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell, the last of them making a scared song as he saw the troll's body laying down on the floor --, Snape bent over to check on the creature. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall was sending the three students a stern look, obviously not too willing to handle them fifty points for beating an adult troll.

“What on earth were you thinking of?” Asked the professor, her voice in a cold, moderated anger. The old woman was looking at them with her hardened face demanding explanation. “You’re lucky you weren’t killed. Why aren’t you in your dormitory?”

Harry looked down, wishing Ron would put his wand down -- which the boy gladly did soon afterward. His thoughts right then were more on Hermione than anything else, realization of how close to dying the girl had come a not five minutes ago. But he wasn't one to tell on his friends, and as such he didn't say anything.

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"Professor McGonagall," Hermione spoke up. All eyes shifted to her and she blushed.

The boys, especially Harry had just saved her life. Ron she was sure was just following Harry around as he usually did. She could see the worry in Harry's eyes. It was time to repay the favor of saving her life by saving him from major trouble. Afterwards they would need to have a private one on one talk. This couldn't go unrepaided or unpunished. And since her parents weren't here to handle it...

Professor McGonagall was startled by this. She had been in the middle of a lecture, and she wasn't used to her students cutting her off. Still until moments ago, Miss Granger had been one of her brightest students. She decided to hear what the girl had to say. "Yes Miss Granger?"

"Harry and Ron saved my life. I...have been having problems with being bullied for being a muggle. Everyone doubts me and thinks that I am a know it all. I ran in here to think and the troll followed me. I thought if I took it on alone, I could prove myself to the school. It's only a simple first year spell and an application of physics to knock it out after all. Simply, take its club and use it to bash..."

"That's quite enough Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall cut her off. "Of all the short sighted, foolish plans. Taking on a troll yourself, something even grown witches and wizards try and avoid, much less a first year." Hermione was very lucky that Harry and Ron had come to her rescue. Such bravery must be rewarded, while at the same time, a just punishment needed to be handed out. Sadly, the school was no longer allowed to spank students.

"50 points to each of you for taking on a full grown troll and defeating it. A further 50 points each to Harry and Ron for saving the life of a fellow student," McGonagall said.

"I hardly think that you should be rewarding rule breakers," Professor Snape began. "Instead you should be expelling the lot of them." It wasn't that he really wanted any of them expelled, but he had to keep up apperences. If he thought for one second it would really happen, he would have never made the suggestion. The fact that they were getting so many points did annoy him though.

"I am not done," McGonagall snapped at him. Now for the hard part, especially because she wanted to win the house cup and this would do major damage to that. But, it had to be done.

"Miss Granger, what you did was simply not acceptable and you put not only your life, but the lives of Harry and Ron in danger. For that reason I am taking away 500 points from you." Even with the added points, 500 points would reduce the amount of points the house had to zero.

"Now the three of you head back to the common room."

Hermione was simply stunned, never had she thought that she would lose all the points that her house had. This was going to make everyone hate her even more and make everything worse. The guilt was overwhelming and Hermione knew what she needed to do next. And, she had already decided that Harry would be the one she could trust to do it.

Hermione made her way over to Harry. "Get rid of Ron follow me up to the 7th floor. I heard rumors of a private room where we can talk."

She saw Harry get Ron to go on ahead and then together they searched the 7th Floor. It took them almost an hour of searching and Hermione consulting books she always carried around in her bag, but they finally found the room of requirement.

Inside were comfortable chairs, a fireplace to keep them warm, a bookcase full of information about the room and a table. On the table were several items. A hairbrush, a bottle of lotion, a small paddle, a book full of pictures and directions on how to give a spanking , and a wooden spoon.

Hermione sat down in one chair and waved Harry to sit down in the other. "What I am about to say will sound very strange, but please let me explain it before you comment."

When Harry nodded, Hermione gathered her thoughts together.

"The reason that I until now have always followed the rules is that my parents are very strict and old fashioned. They believe that rule breaking should be handled with a spanking...and I agree. It hurts...but it helps me with the guilt. My parents aren't here to spank me for what happened with the troll and afterwards, but you are and I trust you with my life. I want you to spank me in their place Harry."

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Harry stood there as Hermione spoke up to the professor, not sure about what he should do or say, though he figured out the smart girl had already thought about it.

Pictures of the troll raising its club and trying to strike her flashed through his mind, and if he was to say anything about it, it was a bit unnerving. A lot unnerving. Despite the way Ron felt about her -- or at least the way he said he felt about her --, Harry had already came to like Hermione. As a friend, of course. But he wasn’t ready to listen what she said next.

Ron, on the other hand, didn’t look like he had a very good idea of what was going on. He was worried about their punishment, but that was it. As Hermione suspected, the Weasley was doing no more than follow him when they happened to reach the girl’s bathroom.

Her next words caught both the boys by surprise, and it wasn’t for no reason: Hermione Granger, lying to a professor? ‘Impossible’ would be their answer, if they didn’t hear it themselves as she lied to McGonagall. Harry directed a confused look to Hermione, but it didn’t seem to be noticed at all. Harry knew what she was doing, and was grateful for that.

Damn it, Snape. At first it looked like things wouldn’t be so bad, but then the professor had to express his frustration and make Minerva went on her full strict mode once again. It wasn’t unexpected, but still very annoying, especially when Professor McGonagall snapped at him. She was angry. And even so, no one could be prepared to hear what she said next.

“F-Five hundred?!” Both Harry and Ron gasped at the same time, their eyes wide open. “But… But even with the added points…!” But Minerva wasn’t hearing them. She just waved her hand and sighed, before saying in the very same cold way:

"Now the three of you head back to the common room."

At first Harry didn’t even move. He was as stunned as Hermione, though for different reasons. Besides the fact Hermione almost got killed a few minutes ago, their house now had absolutely zero points, and Professor McGonagall didn’t even give a second thought about that. How would Gryffindor ever recover from something like that? Everyone would be pissed off at them, especially Hermione, by the morning, and Harry couldn’t blame them.

As he was lost in his own thoughts, Harry didn’t ever notice Hermione until she spoke. "Get rid of Ron follow me up to the 7th floor. I heard rumors of a private room where we can talk." He almost jumped, but managed to keep cool. He was confused, but didn’t ask, instead just giving her a nod.

“Ron, can you go ahead please? Hermione want to talk to me.” Ron gave him an amused look, but shrugged it off and nodded in agreement. He was tired anyway. Once Ron was gone, Harry and Hermione then together searched the 7th Floor. After almost an hour of searching, they finally got where Hermione was looking for: the room of requirement, of which Harry had never heard of, but wasn’t surprised to know that Hermione did.

Inside were comfortable chairs, a fireplace to keep them warm, a bookcase full of information about the room and a table. On the table were several items. A hairbrush, a bottle of lotion, a small paddle, a book full of pictures and directions on how to give a spanking , and a wooden spoon. These things got his attention and curiosity, but Harry didn’t say a thing, knowing Hermione would explain in time.

As Hermione sat down in one chair and waved for him to sit down on the other, so he did. “Sure, just go on.” Harry told her, nodding as she asked for him to listen.

“So…” Harry listened very carefully to her words, wanting to make sure he heard everything right. He widened his eyes at first. He did know what spankings were, but the Dursleys never spanked him and Dudley. Dudley because… well, he was Dudley, and him probably because they were scared of some magic thing happening. But now Hermione was not only telling him their parents spanked her, but actually asking him to spank her in their place. “You… Wait, what…” Harry didn’t know what to say. It was weird.

“But how… I mean, even if I was to… I never spanked anyone…” He told her. “I don’t know how to do it. And besides, I don’t think I could… I mean... ” Harry blushed at the thought of smacking her butt.

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Hermione saw the puzzlement on Harry's face as he took in the room. She would have to read up more on how to shape the room to her desire. When she walked past the area three times, she had been thinking of a room in which both a comfortable conversation and a comfortable spanking could take place. This hadn't exactly been what she had in mind.It was odd that the room included a how to book on spanking, unless it also was reading Harry's mind.

This theory was somewhat confirmed when Harry told her he had no idea how to give a spanking. But, she needed to back up and cover first things first. Before teaching him to spank, he had to agree to spank. And perhaps more. Should she tell him everything now? He would be upset if she wasn't fully upfront with him, and she owed him for saving her life.

"It's not quite so simple...I mean giving a spanking is...but it's not only that...it's not all I want from you or you from me....I mean...not sex or anything like that...mum says I should be at least 14 for that...but you can still spank me until then and..." she took a breath and saw the shocked look on Harry's face.

Taking a deep breath she started over slowly, putting periods into her thoughts instead of spewing it out like she just had.

"I just don't want you to spank me one time right now and then never have us talk about it again. If you agree it will be on an ongoing basis, not just for me, but I also think that you shouldbe subject to the same spankings as well when you deserve it. One is not dependent on the other and you don't have to agree to both or either one. No matter what this has to stay just between us, you can't tell Ron."

Hermione took a moment to reflect on what she had just said, trying to see if her answer needed to be revised. Wait, she hadn't answered his questions about how he would spank her. Should she tell him or show him?

Hermione being who she was opted to do both...at once.

She pulled out her wand and dug out one of the higher year spell books. She had talked her parents into buying the standard book of spells for all seven years for her. Selecting the 4th year spell book she flipped it open. A couple of pages in she found the spell she wanted. "Accio spanking book!"

The book zoomed from the table into her lap. She found the section on spanking for beginners and handed the book over to Harry.

"You would...will...spank me over your knees, on my bare bottom, with your hand and one of the implements on the table. If you agree to do it. I would...will spank you the same way when you deserved it, should you agree to that.

[Aeternam]

Harry saw how Hermione’s expression changed as she tried to answer his question. Despite the weirdness of the moment and the request itself, Harry couldn’t help but feel somehow inclined to agree with that; not because he wanted to spank her, or make her cry, but given the fact she nearly got herself killed the boy who lived agreed that she needed to be given a punishment, though the thought of doing that himself wasn’t something that pleased Harry.

As before, he’d rather listen carefully before speaking, in order to make sure he didn’t miss anything. So, Hermione not only wanted him to spank her this time, but she wanted it to be a recurring thing whenever she misbehaved, and wanted to make him be on the receiving end of those when given enough reason. The thought of being himself over Hermione’s lap with his backside to show puzzled Harry and made him blush even more, but it wasn’t such a weird thing when he thought about it. Sometimes he would to pretty stupid things, and having someone to punish him didn’t look like such a bad idea at all.

“So… What you are saying, is that you want me to do that in order to punish you, I get that” Harry spoke up, though still unable to hide the puzzlement. “I’m not quite sure why would you want me to do that, but if it’s something you think will help you, I’ll do it. Though it still puzzles me, because… you know…”

He rubbed his cheek, trying not to sound ashamed. His cheeks were burning slightly in embarrassment, but the thought was getting into his mind.

"And you don’t want me to just spank you this time and we forget everything, but instead you want this to happen whenever you give enough reason for it to happen.” When it came to him getting spanked also, Harry didn’t know what to think. The idea wasn’t actually that bad, but he was not sure he would be able to handle it. “I don’t know about me getting it… I mean, you say I would only be getting it when I deserve… That’s nice… But… I really have to think about it.”

It Harry took a few seconds to think about it. Was he willing to let himself be spanked by Hermione Granger whenever he deserved it? Would he be able to handle the spanking? He was sure something like that wouldn’t hurt… Well, not actually hurt him, but he didn’t know if he was willing to do that.

He watched as Hermione pulled out her wand and, by reading some advanced spell book -- it didn’t surprise him that Hermione would have such a spell book with her, but it still amazed him to see her perform a high year spell -- and made the one book on the table fly from the table to her.

“That’s cool, can you teach me how to do that?”

She handed Harry it, and the boy took the book only to see it was actually a guide on how to spank. Harry knew it couldn’t just be laying around coincidentally, and that’s when he decided he loved magic, and loved even more that school. To wonder such a room existed in there.

“Bare bottom… You mean… You mean I’ll, you know…” Harry blushed a bit, but managed to shake his head and coughed a bit. “You mean I’ll… You know… Pull down your…” He waved his hand. His eyes went from her to the book page. Harry quickly read it, trying to gather only the information that mattered. Indeed it advised a punishment spanking should be delivered on a bare bottom.

Harry took a deep breath, knowing the next words to come out from his mouth would change their friendship forever, regardless of what he said.

“I agree to do that, and…” He stopped for a moment, blushing. “I agree to have you… You know… Spank me… When I deserve it, if I do deserve it.” Slowly the boy closed the book and took another deep sigh, straightening his body on the chair.

“If you really want me to… Spank you…” Harry couldn’t help but feel a bit weird at saying that. “I’ll do that, but… I really don’t have that much of a clear idea of how to do that, so you’ll have to tell me… You know… If I’m doing it too soft, or… Too hard, or anything wrong.”

“So you can… you know… get ready and…” He patted his lap, trying to straighten his body the way the book told him to.

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Hermione smiled when he not only agreed to do it, but also agreed to be spanked by her. That had been a last minute idea. Now though it wasn't just theory, it was about to happen.

She sighed when Harry asked about what he would see. Boys sometimes...all the time...were just...boys. "I trust you Harry, you saved my life. I can be undressed in front of you."

Harry went on about how he wasn't sure what to do or how hard to spank. "It's in the book I am sure Harry. It even has moving pictures to show you."

Indeed the book showed the spanking process from the very start of undressing the one to be spanked, through the hug afterwords. Because the pictures were moving, it showed exactly what a properly spanked boy or girl looked like when it was done.

Hermione waved away the praise. "It's nothing special what I did with that spell, but I will be happy to teach you. We need to get serious about our school work anyway. Yes even potions," she added when she saw his look.

"I will give you feedback after the spanking," she told him when he said he wanted it. Harry meant as he spanked, but Hermione didn't think that was right to do.

When he told her to get ready, she shook her head. It was all in the book in front of Harry. Why didn't he open the book and read it? "You have to get me ready yourself. You have to take charge of the situation Harry. And you have to spank me hard, even when I cry. "

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Harry wasn’t sure why she was smiling, but couldn’t help but smile too. He had done the right choice as it seemed. The idea of spanking Hermione was still weird, but he knew now it was something he could get used to.

“I guess you’re right about that.” He chuckled, trying not to think -- again -- about her near death experience. The boy knew there was no need to be so embarrassed since they wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, but he just couldn’t help about it.

“I was never one to learn from books, I guess.” Harry chuckled again, rubbing his cheek. “But I read enough to at least figure out I’m not going to easy, I guess.” Truth be said, Harry always was a person to learn from experience, but he could at least try to put what he read to some use.

Deciding it would be better to have at least some reference, Harry opened the book once again on the page that illustrated the process itself. He could use it to know when to be done with the spanking, at very least, so he wouldn’t make it too long. He didn’t want to risk actually hurting her.

“I think so, I have been a little reckless with my homework for the past few days. Though I don’t know why, but I’m getting the feeling that you’ll consider going bad at school a reason to spank me.” Harry half joked, knowing pretty well how seriously the girl took school and grades, so it wasn’t a surprise that she would consider bad performance as deserving to be spanked. “Wait, even potions? Really?” The boy sighed at that. If potions wasn’t an exception, he wasn’t sure how often the girl would find a reason to spank him. But it probably would be good for him. Maybe this was the motivation he need to take school -- and potions -- more seriously.

“Err… Sure, I think. I could at least get to know how good I did it.” Harry told her, even though he meant for her to talk during the spanking, as he thought about it, it didn’t look like a good idea anymore. “Good, so we start, I think…”

Harry heard as she told him to take charge of the situation and sighed. Okay, it couldn’t be so hard, could it? They were just at the same age. She wanted him to spank her to tears… Making her cry was going to be a hard thing for him to do, but if it helped her to feel better... "Huh… I guess you’re right… So… Errr…” He slowly got up and tried to sound stern as he spoke up, though it probably sounded more funny than he wished it to. “Get here right now Hermione, you’re… you’re going to be spanked!”

As he said that, Harry took a single step forward and grabbed her arm slightly. He then pulled her up and back to his own, armless chair. “Now we get rid of that…” He spoke, more to himself than anything, trying to remember what he had read. As he spoke, Harry took a breath and slowly unbuttoned Hermione’s plain work robe and took it off, leaving her on the shirt and skirt worn under the tunic.

“Okay then, get…” He pulled her gently across his lap, making sure the girl was not in a position she could slip off and get hurt. “... Over my knee… And now...” This was the worst part. Harry even closed his eyes as his hands grabbed the edge of Hermione’s skirt and slowly pulled it up. He could feel his face warming up, this time much more than before, especially when his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. He could feel her skin. His eyes were still closed, and while he slowly pulled her underwear all the way down to her ankles in order to prevent it from causing trouble, the boy had an inner with fight as he obliged himself to open his eyes once again.

The first thing that came to his view was Hermione’s backside, now fully uncovered and just waiting for him to start smacking it. Harry tried to fight the massive blush spreading across his face. “So… Ahn… You know already why this is going to happen, so I think we could just get over with it…” He rested his hand on her bottom, trying to get used to the sight and feeling of touching it before he started. Harry decided he would be using his hand, at least for the beginning of the spanking until he got used to it, since he didn’t want to risk smacking her too hard with a hairbrush or spoon. “Do you have… anything to say before?”

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Hermine didn't miss that Harry said he was struggling with his homework. Well, that is how she took it, and not as him being lazy. Either way she knew she could find the right solution for his problems.

She wanted Harry to take charge and boy did he ever as he grabbed her and pulled her over to him. She didn't resist, allowing herself to go along with whatever he wanted.

While his fingers fumbled at first, he was able to get her robe undone and off and she felt herself pulled over his lap. Something about that felt...natural with him, like she belonged there. Maybe that was just the guilt talking.

He fumbled around more getting her bottom bare, to the point that it was annoying even. That would be part of her feedback, that the clothes had to come off before going over the lap.

She shivered a bit as his cold hand touched her bottom. Neither his hand nor her bottom would be cold for long she knew.

"Keep going until you think I have had enough. No matter what I say or how much I cry. I trust you Harry. And I know you won't hurt me and this is for my own good."

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Harry knew the girl wouldn’t be happy to know about his homework struggles, but he decided to let it for later. Now he had to be focused on something else.

It wasn’t a surprise for him that Hermione would be so willing to cooperate, since it was her idea after all. As he guided her to where the spanking would be taking place, Harry noticed how all the weirdness of the situation was slowly washing away. Both of them had agreed to do that, and as such there was no more reason for them to feel awkward.

At first, he expected her to be embarrassed as he undid her Hogwarts tunic, but Hermione just stood still and waited for him to be finished with it. Once he was done and had her over his lap, Harry knew there was no going back anymore. He’d better make sure to get it through with.

Harry could feel the coldness of her skin, how soft it was. He gave himself a few more seconds before speaking up again, this time in a more firm way, determined at least to make a good impression on her.

“Okay then. I’ll start off with my hand… But…” He looked at the table, where a hairbrush was laying. “You can expect that to change later” Once more telling himself it would help her, Harry slowly raised his arm. His eyes went from her bottom to the open book also on the table, where spanking pictures magically flashed through, and then his hand came down in a swift motion.

A loud smack went through the room as Harry once again raised his arm, stopping for a moment to see red fingerprints already marking her bottom, and then bringing it down again. It wasn’t as hard as he could, but between each smack, Harry improved slightly the strength in order to see how the girl would react to it.

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When Harry said that he would use his hand first, but she could expect that to change later, Hermione was both proud and nervous. Proud because although she had literally put him on the spot, he had come through for her. Nervous because, although she wasn't sure how much his hand would hurt, an implement would still sting a lot, even with his limited strength compared to that of her parents.

The first spank as always came with warning and the unexpected pain caused her to cry out. After that she gritted her teeth and let the pain of the second spank flow through her. Hermione fully expected to cry, but she was also determined to not do so right away. She wanted to impress Harry with her toughness.