An Alternate Punishment

Marietta hastened to cover herself again, but she struggled with her shirt and Susan closed the distance a little too quickly. All at once the other witch's hands were around her wrists and their lips met. She was too shocked to react, but she just wanted it to stop, the sooner the better. There was this irresistible feeling of wrongness with what was going on. She wanted to appreciate the fact that it was a groomed, clean witch kissing her, but somehow that was impossible.

Trying to scream at her as soon as Susan came up for air, she found herself silenced.

"Shhh... we can't let them hear us," she whispered. "I know most people would probably be fine with it if they learned the truth about me... some people probably even saw it coming. They'd really take it out on you if they caught you in this position, though..." Marietta tried to get out her wand. She was good enough with silent magic to remove a silencing charm, but not without her wand in her hand. Susan smiled as she waved her own wand, her arms flying out to their extremes and her wand clattering to the floor in the process. "I saw how much it turned you on when I held your wrists..." She tried to shake her head, but found herself being kissed again. The witch's hands found their way to her breasts now that she was magically restrained and unable to reach her wand.

The feeling of her erogenous zones being massaged made her feel warm at length, but in her head it was an entirely different sensation than she had when Malfoy did much the same thing. Somehow the fingers touching her were not supposed to be long and delicate; somehow they were not meant to run gently over her skin. Susan was interpreting her struggling as arousal, which caused the girl's fingers to go somewhere else entirely, and that was when her skirts disappeared.

"You're not wearing..." Their lips were locked again, and Marietta found her body was autonomously responding to the intrusion in her sex, the moving fingers dancing with sensitive areas that had never been touched before. She thought she was bleeding at first, but the viscous liquid the other witch raised to her silent lips did not taste like metal. It was herself, she knew, but it was a part of herself she rejected, a part of herself better left unobserved, hidden, forgotten-

She gasped without sound at the forced surge emanating from her dripping body; it felt like a shock charm that Healers used except warm and it left her brain feeling duller than before. Her mouth was hanging open as the other girl worked on her. When at last she waved her wand to allow her to move again, she could not find the will. Marietta desired with ever ounce of spite in her to curse the witch, perhaps even kill her where she stood, but her brain would not tell her body to do anything until it got past the overwhelming sense of violation she felt. It was unlike the feeling of being compared to a younger student in class, it was unlike being told she was in the wrong when she reported Dumbeldore's Army, and somehow it was even worse than the episode with Sir Nicholas.

As Susan expressed a feeling of concern over her non-responsiveness and left, perhaps for Madam Pomfrey, she pondered the wrongness of the sensation. It was distinct from any kind of wrongness she had experienced so far, even the kind against which her parents had cautioned her. If anything, they had at least implied that it would be better if she got involved with a witch, but mostly because anything would be better than getting involved with a wizard. She surprised herself by getting up and walking out, shuffling back to her dormitory with a resigned look of human suffering.

It was not as if she had given up her plans for revenge; if anything there was even more revenge to be had, but she could not find the emotional energy to care about it at the present. Time passed like that, and so she passed the days, going to classes without really knowing or caring where she was. It was neither the year for her O.W.L's nor her N.E.W.T's, but she would prefer, other things equal, to at least pass her exams. She had been dreading a painful conversation with Severus Snape about some imagined offence Daphne had invented to get back at her for some imagined offence, but it never came. When a younger Slytherin witch stood up in the Great Hall and told everyone that the rumors about her were actually true of Marietta, she rolled her eyes and got out a length of parchment, adding another name.

She had come up with the list without putting too much effort into it, though it was starting to become a more and more daunting task. There was no way she could start to get revenge on one of them without the rest ganging up on her and doing something worse. She had to add the Hufflepuff wizards who found the first-year who had been her first test subject after figuring out they distorted her message. Her visions of revenge against Daphne had previously involved centaurs, since they were disgusting half-breeds, but she had a harder time taking delight in imagining the witch's tears.

Eventually, she found herself alone at the Leaving Feast. As far as she could tell, her clothes had stayed mostly on for the past few days, and as she listlessly poked at her food, Cho came over to her. They had not spoken in she could not remember how long, but Marietta did not look up.

"We've decided to remove your curse," the other witch said unexpectedly. "It looks like you've learned your lesson."

"Did you really think all those things about me?" she asked quietly, paying more attention to her book than either her former friend or her food. She had lost a few pounds, but she hardly noticed. "Did you think I enjoyed being punished?"

"Well... it sort of looked like you did, and I was going along with the others. Sorry. I hope we can still be friends when we come back for our last year."

"Do friends normally punish each other?"

"Do friends normally betray each other? Early on, when we were still discussing the punishment, Harry said you had no excuse because Ron's father is in the Ministry too. I wanted to be sympathetic, but it was like you didn't care at all."

Marietta did not respond. In a matter of hours she found herself on the train. She took that opportunity to put a disillusionment charm on herself and scowl. Cho's punishment just grew by a factor of ten.

"I hope we can still be friends?" she muttered to herself. "She's acting like she doesn't deserve punishment herself." She had thus far not specifically planned out the retribution for a pretended friend, only that it would be somewhat milder than the punishments for Granger and perhaps Daphne, who were knowingly against her the entire time. It was quite possible, however, that she would have to increase it to be level with the rest of them. "Yes, if I am to punish them all at once, they might as well all have the same punishment. It must be something the wizards and witches would both hate."

Her contemplation continued in silence as a witch and wizard joined in her compartment. She recognized them instantly; it was Cho and Potter. Scowling with greater determination than before, she watched as they put up charms to keep anyone else from noticing them or seeing them. Despite her displeasure at being stuck in such a circumstance, exposing herself now would reveal that she had been under a disillusionment charm the whole time, which would in turn reveal that she had not given up on her plans for revenge, which was what she wanted them to think.

"I want to do it properly," the wizard said quietly. "Let's do it without magic."

"Wait..." she managed, pointing her wand at his groin area. "Okay." They removed their clothes. Marietta's eyes were all but invisible, but if the passerby wondered, they were rolling. In truth, she was confused more than anything else, since she had not thought their relationship had reached this point, not that there was ever an appropriate time for a wizard to ruin a witch's body with his nasty second wand. They were kissing quietly with Cho on his lap, and she watched as his manhood stiffened. It was a truly disgusting sight, it even warmed her body in a weird, confusing way that she did not like at all. She suspected their choice of position was mostly an involuntary effort of practicality, but the witch was defying all possible expectations by not only consenting to be in such a position as they kissed, but to descend to her knees before him to take his manhood in her mouth.

"What is wrong with you, Cho?!" she asked, noticing no response. She quickly deduced that they had put up some sort of charm to keep sounds from bothering them. "I cannot possibly imagine anything that would taste worse!"

"Are you okay?" Potter asked, still ignoring the voice of reason. The witch nodded.

"I've never done this before..."

"Why start now?" Marietta asked loudly. She banged her head against the wall of the compartment. Her former friend continued to defy good sense by putting her soft, gentle lips around the organ, swallowing it before drawing back out. "It's not too late to do the sensible thing, Cho," she commented. "You could always use your teeth."

Lazily adjusting her sight to Potter, it seemed he was thoroughly enjoying himself, which was completely undeserved. She noticed it in the way that his tense body seemed to relax all at once. Eventually she grew frustrated.

"Oh, come off it, I know she won't enjoy it, but you can't just not put the same amount of effort into it!" the witch with the free mouth objected. She conjured a scoreboard and put Cho in the lead with no fewer than five minutes sucking. Doing the arithmancy in her head, that obligated the wizard to at least six minutes of active mouth contact on her lower body. It seemed she was using her own fingers on her sex, and it was difficult to calculate what that effort merited apart from an insult to the wizard. "I knew it. You've never done this before, have you?" she asked, tauntingly.

They ignored her and spoke softly to each other for a moment before the witch lowered herself onto his erect lower wand before lifting herself carefully up again. A trickle of blood came down and she gripped the wizard's arms for a moment.

"How dare you!" Marietta shouted, dropping the scorecard. "Now you've injured her! Take her to Saint Mungo's immediately. I knew this sort of thing was poorly advised." Contradicting her advice, they continued. Cho got up to speed and rode him like a thestral as he had a hand on her breast, and another on her rear, of all places, where wizard's hands most certainly did not belong, and he had the gall to massage her there. She wanted to scream, but as her frustration with the scene and her hastily updating scorecard mounted, her former friend beat her to it in mere moments. She took in sharp breaths, as if she were being suffocated, which was entirely likely with such a terrible, ill-advised thing going on.

"Cho, I'm about to..."

"It's... fine... the charm," she managed as she continued. They stopped abruptly and he held her still for a moment before they moved into what looked like a more comfortable hug. "That was good for our first time."

"It wasn't on that long..."

"That will give us more time to be like this."

"I love you," he said quietly. She squeezed him, smiling.

Marietta was not quite done.

"Wait, that's it? You tell her you love her- what she just did is worth at least a hundred galleons, so where is it?" she demanded. "I for one cannot fathom why witches slave away- really, Potter, she was active for at least six minutes longer than you were- I suppose you might have been moving from below whilst she was on top-"

Their charm-assisted ability to ignore her was grating on her, so she shut up and stared all but invisible daggers at them the rest of the trip.