An Alternate Punishment

Marietta had nothing but contempt for Colin Creevey and his little friend, but only because they had to do that sort of thing in front of her. As soon as the other students passed by the door to the classroom where she was hiding, she tried to reapply the Disillusionment Charm, without realizing she already had it, and canceled it in her frustration. The two wizards saw her nearly naked and looked at each other before calmly telling her they were not into her, which nearly made her shriek as she ran out of the room.

She did not think there had been a time in her life where she had ever been quite so angry. It was true that she had been angry before, but the idea that two wizards or any two people would go at it in front of her- somehow the only thing making it worse was the fact that they refused her made it worse. It was inconceivable.

"How could a gross wizard ever not like a well-groomed and washed witch?" she asked herself, fuming. "I never expected them to have anything resembling taste, but they should at least be able to recognize their betters. It has nothing to do with the fact that it was I they turned down," she insisted to no one at all.

At supper she sat with the Slytherins again, though they seemed consumed with some sort of secret plan. Draco Malfoy kept glancing over at her. Marietta said she would not reveal his plans with anyone, least of all the Gryffindors. He continued to seem unsure.

"It's all right, Malfoy, she actually rather hates them," Daphne confirmed. "I'm sure since she hates their way of doing things so much, she would be happy to come along with us."

"As a matter of fact, I would," she decided. "I had planned to study this evening, but I would like to spend time with you, in whatever way would antagonize them the most."

The wizard adopted a brief expression of surprise before nodding. He looked around to the other Slytherins, who were apparently equally puzzled, but otherwise nonplussed. Marietta privately concluded that he had simply not foreseen her cleverness. She was, after all, surpassingly clever to such a degree that those around her mistook it for ignorance, though that mostly stopped in third year when she ceased to associate with the unappreciative.

They finished eating and went down to the dungeons. What had been a larger crowd thinned down to just five of them and the one of her, and they took up residence in an abandoned classroom, deep in the bowels of the school. Malfoy was casting a few charms designed to keep them from being heard while a witch a few years younger than Daphne seemed to be locking the door, applying a sticking charm for good measure. Marietta's earlier displeasure and anger was quickly forgotten. It was as if she had at last found her equals in cleverness.

"What are we doing down here?" she asked.

"Oh, I thought you would never ask. Crabbe and Goyle here are proving their worth." Daphne's expression barely concealed a condescending smirk.

"I see. I might have guessed they would need to do that." Daphne's smile became more sincere.

"Oh, they have their uses." She tossed her hair back and forth a moment. "Not long ago, Draco revealed that he and I have a marriage contract."

"Why? What reason could you ever have to go through with it?" She could not imagine standing next to a wizard in a ceremony. The last time was her Sorting, and she definitely regretted it. Her parents had warned her, but she had no choice because of the alphabet. And to think- he played with her hair! She had never been so demeaned, at least at the time.

"Well?" the other witch asked. "Are we starting?"

"All things in good time," Daphne said. She seemed to have an easy, glacial way of going about things. "That's my sister, Astoria. Draco seemed inclined to have us both, gaining the entire Greengrass fortune in a stroke. He's a little... lacking for that arrangement to be worthwhile, but promises that Crabbe and Goyle will be more than enough for us in the way of companionship." Marietta's brow was knitting. "Oh, do try and keep up. You wouldn't want to miss any of this."

"Of course," she said. "I doubt I could get through that door if I tried."

"You can't, I'm quite sure of it," the Slytherin witch responded. "I owed Anthony Goldstein a favor, and he... well, I'm sure you'll find out."

Her jaw might have dropped as Daphne shuffled off her cloak, divesting herself of the rest of her clothes with a charm. In an instant she had an infinite amount of questions, and she was perfectly certain none of them would be answered if asked. More than anything, though, she was shocked by the surpassing beauty before her. She was aware of no sexual desire within for witches- not that she had any for wizards, and yet she could not help but admire. Her body was like something out of a painting.

Crabbe and Goyle did not merely approach her, they advanced. They had the hungriest looks about them and Marietta longed to shout warnings, to do something, but as soon as she had her wand out, Malfoy expelled it from her hands. He followed that with a silencing charm.

"I'm afraid that anything you do to call attention to our little meeting would be quite the disaster for us," he explained as Daphne knelt before the large wizards. All she could do was look away. She had no desire at all to see what was taking place, and surely they would not make her watch. She made the mistake, however, of walking over in the direction of her wand. This earned her a body-bind spell, as well as being yanked to Astoria's side.

"You won't disrupt them either. Don't think I would agree to this without knowing what I was getting." Marietta could barely hear her over the poetic admiration coming from her older sister.

"Perhaps, whilst they are occupied-" the wizard started.

"Show me on her. You had better be worth something."

"Very well. I shall have you know that I am second to none when it comes to technique."

Marietta wanted to scream that she refused to take part in any kind of demonstration, but her voice was gone and he had already started. He removed her uniform, finding it a bit curious before continuing, starting with petting various body parts, which served to make her more sensitive. It seemed the witch watching could tell. She wanted to die from embarrassment as she found out it was by her nipples hardening.

Malfoy responded to her purely physical response by gently tracing a finger over her bare breasts, following the edges of the erogenous zones they represented. She had her legs shut about as tightly as she could manage, and would have managed fine without the body-bind. Feeling some sort of liquid forming between her legs, an unfamiliar sensation, she was frightened at the thought of what could have pricked her, but she was literally spellbound, prevented from looking down. Her face started to go red as the punishment to her already sensitive breasts continued, and her despite her efforts to hold her breath, she caved and inhaled. Her breathing was heavy and warm.

"I think I've seen enough, thank you," Astoria decided. The wizard released her, and she was grateful, as it had felt her punishment had taken an eternity. She had never felt such ghastly sensations before, but her face felt warm rather than cold. "The three of you will be plenty for the two of us to be married to only you."

"Ah, but you have not seen how the others have performed. Let us wait for them to finish." Marietta managed to roll herself away, but she could hear everything. Daphne was screaming more loudly than she wanted to scream, and it went on for what felt like another age. If one thing was certain, it was that all these poor excuses for human beings would suffer the worst punishments she could imagine, but she had more pressing uses for her imagination, like how she was going to get out of there.

At long last, the older sister finished up and undid the body bind with her own wand. She was still naked, as were the wizards who had seen to her, but strangely she wore the most pleased expression. Donning her robes again with another wave of her wand, she left the others to resume their own.

"Astoria, I find I am quite satisfied with this arrangement. Provided you are content to share them with me, I should be content to share alike." Her younger sister nodded.

"Malfoy should provide some amusement as well, so you know. I expect he intends to keep one company while Crabbe and Goyle attend to the other." Marietta's confusion only intensified. The unassailable fact that the older Greengrass could enjoy what she had just undergone could be explained by some rare magical anomaly that only comes around once every thousand years, but for her sister to suffer the same fate- it could still be genetic, she supposed. "Perhaps we should not tell our parents how we came to agree to his proposal, but let us agree to it nonetheless."

"Of course," Daphne agreed. She waved her wand, restoring their prisoner's clothes. "Perhaps it would be better to allow our guest to excuse herself. You will find your wand in the Ravenclaw common room. I would remove the silencing charm, but I find it's quite the improvement."

She scowled, but there was nothing for it. She had, of course, had some expectations for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, because they had been in the Inquisitorial Squad when it was necessary and when the position of High Inquisitor existed, but there was nothing going for the witches except that they were witches. They had been clever enough, as expected, not drawing the ire of Headmistress Umbridge, but they had used their cleverness to punish her for some unknown offence. When they opened the door for her, she took the opportunity, though her confusion had yet to abate. She had no idea how they meant to get her wand to an area they were not supposed to be able to reach, but that was an entirely irrelevant thing to consider.

What was relevant was her revenge. She doubled down on reading and practicing the temporary incorporeality spell, but not so she could fellate a ghost. One of the obstacles remaining to her was the fact that she could make herself nearly invisible, but she could still be touched, which was infinitely more embarrassing. The means of getting revenge were far more important than what she would do with him, but her first task was to protect herself from further retaliation. Once she became incorporeal, she would be completely unassailable. Getting her wand from where it rested on a table in the common room, she had removed the silencing charm. It was not as if she were bad at nonverbal magic, but trying out new spells was always a challenge without saying the incantation.

"Illusio." Immediately her body was almost entirely incorporeal. A smirk spread across her face. Not only had she managed to circumvent her entire punishment, unjust as it was, she had managed to avoid any future retaliation against her punishments she would justifiably administer to her tormentors. Her grasp on the Imperius Curse, however, had yet to be properly tested, or at least she had yet to go over the test results. Firstly, however, it seemed appropriate to test how untouchable she had made herself. She could not quite pass through doors, as she attempted when trying to get into the girls' dormitory, but neither Cho nor Lovegood seemed to have any idea she was there, even when she touched them.

At length she decided it was possible she registered only as a light wind, which was enough for her original purposes, but for quick escapes she would need to practice and improve. The smirk on her face bordered on being irremovable. Another thing occurred to her; a mechanism of not only further shirking the curse, but keeping her from getting caught while she was out getting her revenge. Marietta just needed the right research material to implement it.