An Alternate Punishment

Lying in wait for her final victims, she already knew what curses she would use. An Imperius would get one wizard to move in front of the other, and if necessary, she could stun the other or have him meet the same fate, which he would anyway. It was a little-known fact that the stairs leading up to the girls' dormitory would not cooperate with wizards, but the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory would allow her to pass. She could only guess that Godric Gryffindor had been a wizard rather like her father, with a firm hand to lead him, but it did not matter.

"Hey, Dean!" a voice called as some heavy footfalls could be heard going up the stairs. "You got the latest Prophet up there?"

"Yeah, you can look when I'm done reading it." It was not entirely a disaster; they were just going to be reading the newspaper until the others came in. It meant she had to wait until Weasley and Longbottom were asleep, but that would only take a few hours. If they were wise, they would be telling anyone who would listen that she had been cursing them and all their friends, but they were wizards and they had no evidence without her wand.

Watching as the two wizards sat down on a bed, she was confident they had no notion of her position, though any spell she could cast excepting the Imperius, to her knowledge, would give that away. Deciding it was better to have them on her side in the unlikely event that her two targets came back in and told them she could be trying to ambush them, she crept over with her wand out.

"Imperio-" she whispered, knocked backward in the same breath by, of all things, an explosion. She caught herself feeling her face to see if she had been singed at all before grabbing her wand again. "What the-"

"Expelliarmus. Yeah, looks like we learned something, Dean. She didn't get you or anything, did she?"

"It felt like the curse connected for a second, but you were right quick about breaking her concentration." He looked over to Marietta. "Forgot about us, didn't you?"

"Can't blame you, I guess. I wasn't in that first meeting. You really didn't notice Dean, though?" She scowled rather than answering. "Doesn't matter. It really doesn't. We know no one really pays attention to us next to Potter and Weasley- hell, even Longbottom these days." He grabbed her arm and dragged her away from where her wand was lying.

"I wouldn't recommend going anywhere without that," the other wizard said. "It's got all the evidence we need for a- what was it- 'a one-way ticket to Azkaban'?"

"You'll give that back if you know what's good for you," she muttered. "You still haven't found Potter, have you?"

"Well, no, that's not how this works. You're going to tell us exactly where you've hidden him." He looked over at Dean. "I don't think we have to play nice with this one."

"I don't think so at all, Seamus," he agreed, grabbing her arms. She struggled, of course, but she was not going anywhere. "I think we should make up a new rule for her to follow. All witches must open their legs."

"You don't get to make the rules," she objected, still struggling. As little as she enjoyed the idea, crying out would probably just bring more of the same to her vicinity. Seamus struck her across the face.

"No? Perhaps we should have an election. Who thinks I should get to make the rules? I do."

"You've got my vote," Dean said, holding her arms behind her in the crook of his elbows. The task hardly took all of his strength or concentration, leaving his hands free to paw at her sensitive breasts.

"That's... that's not enough votes..." she managed, struggling to keep her legs closed.

"It's a small system, but if you're in the boys' dormitory, them's the rules," Seamus explained. "Now I know you wouldn't object if I enforce them."

"I think the majority is in favor of swift, summary punishment," Dean said. Marietta was struck across the face again, her vision blinking. Somehow it made things worse that they were not using magic. Perhaps, though, the message had not been received, since she was struck again.

"Where's Harry?"

"I'm not telling you."

"That's not how this works. We just made another law that you have to tell us everything that we want to know. Now you're in violation of two laws."

"You can't make a new government... inside another government..." she managed, finally thinking of something.

"Yes, you can," Dean argued. "That's the whole Ministry of Magic. It's independent of the muggle government. I grew up under the muggle government, you know. They really do think they control the whole island and a bit of Ireland. We never told them about our government."

"I'm pretty sure the only reason they don't have the rest of our fair emerald isle is because we drove them out," Seamus added, pulling off her skirts as she struggled. "You're welcome to drive us off any time you please."

"No..." she moaned, struggling as he tried to pry her legs apart.

"No, see, you have a choice. Either you can open your legs, or I can open them for you. I wouldn't have to do the latter if you'd just-" he pulled her knees apart, putting himself between him. Marietta needed no announcement of 'The End', no formal delimiter for where the next story was to be anticipated, but it seemed better to put up a token resistance as the wizard had his trousers around his knees. The one thing she absolutely could not do was reveal Potter's location. He did not so much as pause to touch her sex before driving his own in, finding it already soaking wet as her face went impossibly red.

Dean was taunting her, and it was all she could do to listen as the hard member plunged into her body, heating up as if to engrave the invitation. Her shirt was open and her breasts were exposed as they were fondled, their peaks hardening as the pleasure started to mount from below. She ignored whatever they were saying, whatever they were asking as the punishment continued, her sensitive walls being forcefully massaged. Marietta might have broken her teeth if she forced her jaw to remain shut any harder, but the orgasm washed over her all the same, and her sharp breathing was enough for her tormentors to be able to tell, even as she shook her head mendaciously.

It was the other wizard's turn as he turned her around and mounted her on his already hard cock like an angel on a Christmas tree. He drove into her powerfully as Seamus smacked her arse over and over. It was like being caught between two thunderclouds, but there was no sign of light breaking between them. Bouncing up and down on the stiff member, her body betrayed her again by contracting hard around it as she felt another orgasm welling up, even as she fought it. The pounding continued right on through her release, perfectly apathetic to it. Eventually the cock came out and covered her with seed before its owner got out from under her, letting her fall onto the bed, arms and legs spread wide. She expected him to put it up to her mouth, but at least that would keep her from answering questions.

What surprised her was the prickling feeling from behind. She turned around with a look of shock to see Seamus dismiss the very same with a wave.

"Oh, come off it. You know what you did to Hermione. Now you can tell us what you did with Harry, or you can get a fraction of that back."

"I... I-" she stammered, trying to think of something. Without her wand, though, nothing came. The cock forcing its way in without warning felt like a spear, or at least like one should feel. It was painful, even though she knew her juices still coated his member, but he plowed on all the same as she threatened to bite off her tongue to contain her screaming. Another member was poking at her lips but she turned her head away.

In response, her head was lifted from the bed by a yank on a fistful of hair, which caused her mouth to open before it was planted back down on a hardening cock. She tried to bite it, but there was a hand holding her jaw open. Her arse was raw by the time a flopping, spent member was eventually drawn out, and she was frozen in place by some charm whose incantation she did not quite hear.

"What do we do now?"

"Well, we couldn't get Potter's location out of her like that, so I guess the only thig to do is escalate."

"How? We both fucked her. You fucked her up the-"

"I guess we could get some kind of creature to do it, like a troll."

"I don't like our odds. I don't think it'd be that fun to watch, either."

"Eh, you're right, probably not." He seemed to think for a moment. "We could get Susan to give it a shot."

"She said she already did something. It probably wasn't much, but-" The cogs in Marietta's mind came to a halt. She knew that the witch had more wizard friends than witch friends, so it was possible she had just brought it up, but it almost sounded like they were in on it. "Where's her wand, anyway?"

"I don't know; I just knocked it out of her hand. Accio wand." With a light whistle her wand flew to the wizard's hand, but she surprised Dean, getting an arm out and grabbing onto it herself. Casting the temporary incorporeality charm, she was focused more on escape than retaliation, even as her list grew ever longer. Sinking through the floor, she disillusioned herself before coming to a stop in the Gryffindor common room, where it appeared no one had been looking up.

As she might have expected, the castle was still on high alert after the disappearance of Potter, but it seemed they were no closer to finding him. She gave herself an intangible pat on her spectral back. No one was quite clever enough, and that was about the end of it. It was fortunate that her wand turned incorporeal along with her, since she still needed it, but it was a curiosity to figure out later, along with how she managed to walk around. The spell did not make her exactly float, but she doubted she would get hurt if she jumped out of the tower.

Reminding herself she had yet to punish Sir Nicholas for his actions, she changed her approach for the moment. Her revenge on other students would have to wait, now that they were expecting her. She could not say for sure whether or not harmful spells would do anything to her whilst incorporeal, but it would not do to find out. Searching the library, where she had seen him last, she did not see him again.

"Does he not usually wander around here?" she asked aloud, not caring if anyone heard a disembodied voice. She looked all over the castle, from the Entrance Hall to the Courtyard, and eventually she caught sight of a ghost near the kitchen, but that was the Fat Friar. She checked a rarely used room called the Trophy Room, where he seemed to be waiting for her.

"Ah, Marietta. It has been a while."

"Illusio!" He turned corporeal immediately, touching himself reflexively.

"I must say, it is a bit of a shock to be so transfigured..." he managed, seeming genuinely surprised.

"Not as much of a shock as this. Petrificus Totalus. Silencio." Immediately he went stiff as a board and fell forward, though his mostly detached head lolled so that he was looking at her. "Wingardrium Leviosa." Her charm lifted a particularly phallic trophy from one of the shelves. Briefly caving to her curiosity and reading the description, it was for an achievement in Care of Magical Creatures, which made her eyes roll.

At least she meant to enjoy this.