Home for the Holiday
When Marietta escaped the Hogwarts Express at last, she went home posthaste. Her parents lived in the muggle bit of London, so she was allowed to perform magic if need be, but only if she could establish it as an emergency, and being naked in public did not count. Fortunately, it seemed Cho had been telling the truth about the curse being removed, if only temporarily, so she would not have to worry about that over the summer holiday.
"Ha!" she announced, coming to a conclusion. "Granger only desired that she would not get caught. She knew my parents would believe me if I told them that I was being cursed, and there would be no way of further embarrassing myself before them." She was definitely satisfied with the conclusion, though it was her own, which was usually enough. Her parents had prepared a nice dinner for her, as was tradition.
"How was school, Marietta?"
"It was splendid, once Headmistress Umbridge took over. It was a true shame she had to vacate the position, but there was nothing I could have done about it."
"Ah, well, it was a bunch of filthy half-breeds," her father said. "Some of the people at work say I should really watch my language about them, but there they go, proving us right again. I think the shame is that they never know a good deal when they see one. The goblins are nothing like that, of course."
"Of course," her mother said.
"Of course," she agreed. Their conversation was the most pleasant in which she had taken part the entire year. Eventually, she started on her summer work and sent herself up to bed after that. While she would have loved to fall asleep right away, the scene with Cho and Potter was consuming her thoughts. The witch's behavior were in direct contradiction to reality. The most confusing behavior of all, or at least the one to which the silent observer had devoted the least braincells to try untangling was putting her fingers in her own sex. It was not a treat for the wizard, no, it was impossible to even conceptualize it in such a way. Did she... enjoy it?
Purely out of an academic interest she made sure her parents were sleeping before going back into her room, tempted to cast spells to keep herself from being noticed before she remembered there were laws against such things. All of a sudden her mind changed course.
"Of course there would be laws against using magic, even if you're using concealing charms and making yourself less visible to muggles- you're also making yourself less visible to the magical. And you couldn't be doing that unless you were doing something awful." Marietta took a little pride in being able to say that everything she had done that year, if she explained it completely in order without leaving out any context, she would be able to explain to her parents. She would not, however, be able to explain inappropriately touching herself. Both of them had separately warned her about wizards touching any part of her body, because of the harm they would do to her with their gross, perverted fingers, but her sex was on an entirely different level.
She wondered if she could even distinguish the feeling of her own fingers from those of the more experienced Susan, but there it was again, academic interest betraying her. Briefly considering lobotomizing herself to avoid ever thinking of that subject again, she tried to think of something else. It was more of a challenge than expected.
Managing to make it to the following morning without indulging her desire for knowledge, she had a pleasant day of nothing but her assignments, meaning there would be plenty of time for further study once those were out of the way, though she intended to do an exemplary job on everything, meaning she would not be done with them for a few days. Doing her very best to focus on the material, she made it all the way to the evening before the subject crept back into her brain. She imagined trying to bring it up to her parents, asking them if she could study herself a little more closely.
Her father and mother would exchange looks before asking 'whatever for?' and then she would have to explain that other witches seemed to be enjoying it, and she wanted to know how exactly that was possible. One or the other would tell her that animal instincts had no bearing on how she was to behave, but it was not her fault of course, it was the school's fault for not preventing that sort of thing for taking place. If witches were allowed to touch themselves, sooner or later they would stop minding it when wizards touched them, and then sooner or later everything would be a mass... orgy. She nearly shook thinking about it.
"That's quite enough of that line of conversation," she decided. "Whenever I think about that, what I need to do is to open another book." It seemed simple enough. She was reading Ancient Runes, and some of the symbols had the audacity to appear phallic, so she switched to Arithmancy. When asked to describe the relationships between different figures, she switched to Potions, which was pretty safe for a while. It was not the first time she found herself grateful she had never taken Care of Magical Creatures; it seemed inevitable that breeding would come up, and a half-giant would hardly hide the gory details from the students. She imagined witches as young as thirteen hearing about mating and gestation and sexual maturity. It was entirely the wrong time for that sort of thing to come up.
It was really quite disgusting, she decided, perhaps the very worst aspect of the school, that a wizard would be allowed to teach witches about that sort of thing. She had ever been in any of the classes herself, but really there was no way he would put things delicately. If anything, he would only make them easier prey for the other wizards. It had been a great fear of hers through her girlhood that older wizards would abuse their positions of power to help younger wizards. Perhaps, after all, that really was what the mysterious fist bump represented.
When at last the lights turned off again and she found herself in bed, she noticed her hand was right over her sex, which seemed to warm. She quickly moved her hand away, deciding it must be a warning. Having made some progress studying, she was satisfied with the day, though she knew she needed some more productive way of directing her feelings. At length she decided that whenever she felt like giving into her purely academic curiosity, she would instead imagine what she would do to her enemies. After the end of the last school year, she needed to rekindle her desire for revenge if she were to have any chance of settling the score.
Lying in bed, she imagined Cho's punishment first. Ordinarily, getting a wizard to have sex with her would cause a witch to feel nauseated by his grossness, to the point where she could never feel clean again, but apparently her former friend was immune. It was entirely possible she was badly brought up, or it was that dreadful Cedric corrupting her before mysteriously disappearing at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. Back when the two of them were eleven, she had seemed quite innocent, though, so it was more likely the latter.
An ironic punishment seemed appropriate, so she imagined the witch getting stripped naked in the middle of a Quidditch game. Cho would not realize it at first, flying around to catch the elusive Snitch, but one by one the other players would notice, and everyone in the stands would just stare at her silently. The witches would look away, of course, but the wizards would be transfixed, their eyes moving from her breasts to her arse and back again. Would she try to cover them? Fly away? She would have to realize once the other players stopped to stare at her. Perhaps friends would warn her, but the wizards would betray her, staring rather than helping.
It would be around then that she could never go back to being happy. She would quit the team whether or not she were compelled, and then she could never show her face in class. It would be best if everyone thought she had done it all herself, as a method of getting attention, which no witch ever actually wanted, but there would be no way of proving the actual culprit responsible. The simplest way of pulling it off would be to imperius someone into learning the clothes-removing charm that Daphne used, and then get him or her to use it on Cho during the game. It would be quite the lesson for her, and Marietta hoped it would be enough for her to see the error of her ways, but the other punishments after that would help, if necessary.
Susan would be easy to punish. Intellectually, she knew why the witch preferred her own sort, but it still made her deeply uncomfortable. At length she had decided that Susan had just surprised her, and that she still never under any circumstances wanted to be touched like that by a wizard- especially not after what she had seen on the train. It was all she could do not to conjure the scoreboard again to see if there had been any errors in her calculations, but it most certainly did not come up even in terms of effort.
The best part about punishing Susan was that she could punish Creevey at the same time, in the same way. One would have to be under the curse before the other, but the end result would be the same. Punishing the ghost would be more challenging, but as long as she had the reverse of the temporary incorporeality charm, she would be able to devise something suitable. Having him stick his manhood into a werewolf's mouth seemed appropriate, but challenging. What she needed was a more predictable creature, like a wizard. She could get one of her other enemies to treat him the same way he had treated her, though she would not wait for him to show up naked in one of his usual haunts- she would have to test the Imperius on ghosts.
The thought of being so close to having her revenge made her smile, but imagining putting her enemies into such scenarios only made her academic desire well up more. She could just see the faces of Susan and Creevey as they realized who was embedded into whom. Her body was producing the warm liquid again; it was running onto her leg. Having grown used to not wearing underwear and having fixed the sanitary concerns with charms, she was not wearing any at the present, and she lightly touched the liquid on her leg. It had an unusual smell to it to say the least, but it came from her own body and her own body was not gross, nor did it provoke such defensive mechanisms.
Making sure her door was locked, she resolved to carefully examine herself without doing any harm. Her mother warned that touching herself would change her- that it would weaken her resolve to stay away from wizards. She rolled her eyes.
"Mother does not understand. I know to stay away from them." Carefully poking herself, the discomfort she remembered from Susan touching the same place was not there- proving, of course, that there was nothing unpleasant about the touch of a witch, it was that one in particular who was a problem. It might have had something to do with being a Defense Association loyalist.
Touching herself more, though still gently, she found the tension in her body begin to ease, but she straightened up again. She had to stay on guard. The slightest concession to ease or worse, to animal instinct would send her spiraling into the great orgy at the dawn of humankind. It was almost exactly like experimenting with dark magic. She knew very well why such things were banned, though not for those clever enough not to get caught. It formed a sort of natural barrier that kept out the likes of Potter and Granger and Weasley and allowed her to pass right on through- she was more than intelligent enough to be responsible in the face of such... temptation.
Her mind was adrift in pleasure. Her hands were sopping wet, of course, but she wanted nothing more than for the sensation to continue, devil may care about getting the strange liquid on her bed. Fingers pressing harder all along her sensitive walls, she found a little node of nerves that was a particular delight. Throwing her head back and lifting her hips off the surface of the bed, she felt her orgasm wash over her. Pleasant jolts made their way to her fingers and toes, with none of the discomfort of Susan touching her.
Lying in bed and simply feeling the aftershocks, she particularly enjoyed the fact that there were no wizards around, and that she could easily satiate her academic curiosity without their help. She wanted to shout to the whole world that she had no need of them. It was the witch's way of doing such things, and they were not allowed at all, not even to watch. Apart from their unfortunate necessity in the process of having children, she was truly lost as to why anyone associated with them any longer.
She remembered once asking her parents if they intended to have any more children, since they were still together. If she remembered correctly, her father replied that her mother was being very generous to allow him to stay around, and he did enjoy raising her, for what little that counted. Her mother said that he was a very hard worker and ultimately it worked out better for the both of them for him to remain. As far as she was concerned, it was not a good enough reason, but he had always been pleasant and most importantly he agreed with her mother on everything, especially the changes she recommended to Hogwarts uniforms.
It was doubtful that they had touched each other in years, which she could guess was how both of them ultimately preferred it. Her father would be anxious about taking advantage of her mother, and her mother would be annoyed and not enjoy it. She had a few times stated that intercourse had no redeeming qualities at all, and she would have said otherwise if her husband were at all capable. Of course, it was quite possible and at least consistent with everything else if married witches never enjoyed their husbands' company, but they hardly had a choice but to put up with it if they wanted a father around for their children.
The following night she decided to do it another time, though to learn even more she would have to be naked. Having had another productive day of studying, she was quite ready for bed and yet the feeling would neither leave her mind nor her body. Removing all of her clothes after making sure her door was locked again, she covered nude form with sheets as she ran through all the revenge fantasies about her enemies, specifically the gross ones. She wanted to make the youngest Weasleys have sex with each other, and she hoped that they were related would constitute enough of a punishment for the wizard.
Running her fingertips over her bare breasts, she imagined him caressing a restrained sister, whispering things that only the two of them knew in her ear, the better to verify his identity. Under the Imperius, he would ignore the little sounds of protest she would make as he started to massage her body, first gently, then firmly. Subjected to such treatment Marietta expected she would last hours, perhaps even indefinitely, but a failure of a witch like the redhead would find her body betraying her almost immediately. She would ooze with the warm, sticky liquid as her brother planted his churlish lips on her mouth, and whether she desired her desire or not, it would overtake her. The curse would compel him to continue to warm her and to aggravate her sensitive areas until she begged for it- and beg she would, for the ultimate defilement of his manhood, no, his cock, his filthy wizard's cock ramming inside of her.
Marietta found her body was reacting to the mental image and her hand was already down there, tracing the now-familiar path to the sensations of yesterday. She could just imagine her absolute victory over the other witch as she suffered an eternity of increasing corruption, of reliance on nasty wizards to feel the way her tormentor already felt. She squeezed her legs shut on her hands so hard she almost thought the bones in her hand would break.
"My wand..." she whispered, remembering she could not cast spells. Lying on her side, she inserted it carefully into her sex, warming it and guiding it over her sensitive spots, reaching deeper than she could have with her hand. It was a sublime experience, taking it in and out and in and out, gently as she could manage to contain her excitement. What drove her over the edge once more was imagining the look of defeat on her enemy's face, thinking how it would almost make up for how she and her nasty little friends had seen her naked as she came to humble herself and beg for her curse to be removed.
If Marietta knew one thing, though, the curse with which she would leave her enemies was one no power could ever remove, so it was better they did not ask. Of course, she would enjoy seeing them try. It would be worth the effort to come up with a new, much harsher punishment.