THE RAVENCLAW AFFAIR

Chapter 2: Spanky

The Ravenclaw Affair

Chapter Two

Hermione put the finishing touches on her masterpiece, the Venus de Used to be Broken Milo and after she'd spent ample time admiring her handiwork she shucked off her clothes and crawled into bed. Sleep found her quickly but then sometime, into the wee hours of the night, she was awakened in the most shocking of ways. She heard the crack and her eyes popped open and then she felt the burn and her eyes misted over.

"Ow!" she let out a bloodcurdling scream that was loud enough to wake a sleeping mountain troll, but when she tried to roll over and couldn't, she found herself pinned by some invisible force as she lay on her stomach in her four poster bed. Her covers were pulled off of her and her nightgown flew up around her hips. Only the thin, cotton fabric of her panties was shielding her from the open air and then she felt another whack and she howled out in pain. "Malfoy I'm going to kill you for this," Hermione said through ragged breaths as the floating paddle came down again and again upon her now stinging bottom. Fifteen times it whacked her and the flesh of her bum was raw by the time the midnight spanking ceased. When the freezing spell let go of her she curled herself into a ball and threw the covers over herself as she wept.

She heard the portal close and she breathed a sigh of relief in knowing that Malfoy had left the common room. She intended to skip breakfast. She peeled off her nightgown and then dropped her panties as she turned and gazed at herself in the mirror. Her bum was bright red and swollen, with welts that tore across her skin, marring it purple in places. She rubbed her sore arse as visions of her spanking played over in her mind. What a sadistic bastard, she thought to herself. Just who did he think he was? First he breaks the statue, one that she spent three hours repairing and perfectly mind you, and then when she finally falls to sleep he bewitches a wooden paddle that proceeds to spank her senseless. Oh, the paybacks were going to be a bitch for the blond, she said as she seethed. She used her wand and cast a numbing charm over her bruised and battered bum and then she showered and dressed for a brand new day of hell. When her stomach started to growl, she reluctantly made her way into the Great Hall where the blond was already seated.

Malfoy wouldn't look at her all through breakfast but Hermione was shooting daggers at him as she sipped her tea and ate her scone.

"You really don't know who you're messing with do you Granger?" Malfoy finally looked up and said with a steely jaw.

"I think it's the other way around Malfoy," Hermione fired back and she pulled out her wand. Malfoy in turn did the same as the pair sat across from each other at the Ravenclaw table while the nearby Gryffindors fought over food.

"You are all to meet with your house heads before going on to your first class," McGonagall said as she addressed the students in the Great Hall. "Gryffindor, since there are so many of you, you will stay in the Great Hall, Hufflepuff and Slytherin will meet in their normal place and Ravenclaw you will gather in Professor Flitwick's Charms classroom. Ronald Weasely," the old teacher scolded, "Put the flapjack back. Mr. Finnegan had it first. Five points from Gryffindor for stealing food."

"But we're hungry, and most of us had to sleep on the floor last night."

"Mr. Weasely that is quite enough. Dumbledore is working on the shortage of beds. Dismissed everyone."

"I hate you," Hermione said when she could barely sit down at one of the desks in the Charms room. Oddly, Malfoy opted not to sit at all as he stood slouching against the blackboard instead.

"The feeling is mutual, mudblood," Draco hissed.

"Now, now you're Ravenclaws, so act like it," the diminutive professor of Charms and head of house of Ravenclaw twittered as he breezed into the classroom and took his seat behind a big, oak desk that was too tall for him and caused his feet to dangle like a child's in the air. "I take it by the expressions on your face that you all met Spanky last night?"

"What?" Hermione said in shock. Malfoy's eyes grew larger too as they both perked their ears.

"You lost points for Ravenclaw and in so you were punished appropriately by Spanky, the bewitched paddle," the Professor smiled and Hermione narrowed her eyes on him. She was ready to launch into a tirade but Malfoy beat her to the punch.

"What sort of a sick and demented House is Ravenclaw? You can't strike a student. My father will hear about this." That's when Hermione remembered that Malfoy too had lost points when he made the mudblood comment in Potions class. But he only lost five points from Ravenclaw, whereas Hermione lost a total of fifteen throughout the day. No wonder she got so many smacks. She reached back unconsciously and rubbed her fanny but then stopped when she realized that Malfoy was watching her intently.

"Corporal punishment is perfectly legal at Hogwarts, but why not let us all simmer down. You are the brightest and smartest and in so you should be a shining example to all the students in opposing houses. Don't lose points and you will not be visited by Spanky. It's a matter of simple logic is it not?"

Both Hermione and Malfoy groaned.

"Onto other matters. Quidditch!" the Professor said with bubbling exuberance. "I posted the practice schedule in your common room and your practice starts now, so run along down to the quidditch pitch and we will meet up again next week where we will go over some ways for Ravenclaw to win the House Cup. Isn't it exciting?"

"Quidditch? But I can't play quidditch, and the cup, well don't you think that's a fair bit out of our reach? Look around, there are only two of us," Hermione said in what she thought was stating the obvious.

"We have a longstanding tradition in Ravenclaw of playing and winning at the game of quidditch and I expect no less. We don't make excuses either Miss Granger, it's beneath us. We are Ravenclaws!"

Hermione wanted to hex the Professor at that moment. She looked to Malfoy for some support but he only sighed and swaggered from the room.

He was insane, that's all there was to it. Flitwick and Dumbledore were nuttier than a Snicker's bar, Hermione's favorite muggle treat. They didn't have enough players to even form a proper quidditch team, and Hermione, well Hermione hated to fly. Sure, Malfoy used to play for Slytherin so he wasn't complaining, but the whole notion of them playing quidditch together was preposterous.

"You will play Keeper," Malfoy said as he stood regally with his perfectly pressed robes flapping in the breezy Indian summer weather and holding his state of the art Firebolt in his pale fingers.

"I can't play Keeper."

"Then what position can you play?" he said with an eye roll.

"I don't like to fly."

"You're pathetic Granger. Look, our best shot at this is if you play Keeper. I'll fill the other positions when it's needed, but our best hopes to win is for you to block as many goals as you can and for me to catch the snitch, and fairly fast at that, before the opposing team scores more than one hundred fifty points, because we're never going to get more than that."

"Arrogant."

"What mudblood?"

"You're arrogance is seeping out of you like a poison. You are assuming that you can even catch the snitch, which we both know is debatable."

"And this coming from a filthy mudblood who can't even fly?"

"I can fly. I just don't choose to fly, Ferret," Hermione said in her own defense.

She hated flying. She would have rather been hit with the curse for boils than to have to get on a broomstick. "Get up there and play Keeper. I'm going to send a few quaffles and bludgers your way," Draco said with a chuckle as he sat perched on his broomstick flying high over the quidditch pitch.

Her hands were trembling as she mounted the broom. Her knuckles were white from holding too tightly to the broom handle when she kicked off the ground. Fifteen minutes, that's how long it took her to place herself in position to play Keeper. Malfoy didn't make it any easier on her either as he taunted her saying things like, "a slug moves faster than you," or, "don't fall." That particular taunt was the worst of all because she was deathly afraid of falling.

"Alright, I'm going to send the quaffle your way now. Stop it when I do."

"Alright already," Hermione said but she didn't know how she was going to accomplish that. Both her arms and legs were wound tightly around the broomstick to the point that she was actually laying down on the broom. There was no way in hell that she could loosen her grip enough to be able to catch anything because if she did she was sure that she would fall.

The first one grazed her head and then sailed through the goal and Malfoy chastised her for it. The second one hit the end of her broom and she teetered and nearly fell, but when he started smacking bludgers at her it went from bad to worse.

"Granger, just let yourself fall. You need to get over the fear, or this is all bloody pointless."

"No!"

"You look ridiculous. Looks like your humping your broom," the blond laughed as Hermione clung on for dear life. "It's not going to kill you. Just fall," he said and he swung a beater bat and she heard the loud crack and then the bludger was coming at her. It hit her hand and she wailed out in pain as her fingers came loose and then she was dangling precariously, upside down and by only one leg. "Fall already," he said as if put out by having to wait for her to plummet to her death, but then she did. Her face smacked against the grass as she lay there motionless. She should have been dead, she thought to herself, but when she wasn't, something didn't add up.

"The pitch is bewitched Granger. Yeah, it fucking hurts when you fall, and yeah you could break a few bones, but you're not going to die. Now get up and get back up there. You didn't stop a single shot, except with your broom," he chuckled, "And I'm not a chaser. The Chasers are going to eat you for breakfast." At that he flew off to practice his Seeker skills as he whizzed about through the air in hot pursuit of the little, golden ball with wings.

Hermione dusted herself off and crawled to her feet. She was still frightened to be on a broom but it wasn't quite as petrifying to her on the second go round.

"You just keep your eye on the quaffle instead of looking wherever the fuck you're looking when you're tending the goal," Draco advised as they made their way through the halls on their way to Transfiguration.

"But what about the beaters? Won't they gang up on me since they have no Chasers to chase?"

"We're both going to be ganged up upon, so just dodge the bludgers as best as you can."

"That hardly seems fair to gang up on us," Hermione said naively.

"It's quidditch Granger, it's supposed to be brutal."

"Hermione?" she heard someone say and she turned to see Ron as he stood with Harry outside the Transfiguration classroom. He wore a puzzled stare and then he motioned to Malfoy. That's when Hermione realized that she and the spoiled, selfish, bigoted, git had been walking together and furthermore that they had actually been civil to one another. No sooner had a seed been born in her mind, that perhaps things might be alright with them both being in Ravenclaw together, did Malfoy drown that seed when he intentionally slammed into Ron in the doorway.

"Pardon me, you were blocking the doorway with your fat arse.".

"Eat shit Malfoy," Ron fired back.

"I was about to ask you how things are going with Malfoy," Harry interrupted, "But then I guess I don't have to ask."

"Harry," Hermione heard from the back of the classroom as the trio made their way inside McGonagall's class. She peered up to see Pansy Parkinson, coyly waving to Harry. Harry blushed and gave her a polite nod.

"You're in my seat, Potter," Malfoy said with a sneer and Harry looked up and glared at him. "All the classes have new seat assignments. You'd know that if you read the sign on the door," he bit out and then he dropped his books on the desk where Harry sat next to Hermione. The sound echoed through the room.

Malfoy was entirely too chatty and too touchy feely, as he more than once leaned over to ask Hermione what page they were on when he already knew the answer, and he fingered the back of her chair when he did it, all before throwing a glance over his shoulder in an attempt to get on Harry's nerves. Hermione decided that Harry's blush when the Slytherin girl waved to him probably didn't go unnoticed by Malfoy, which was the reason for his uncharacteristic shift in attitude towards Hermione. Still, he was way too close to her and the cologne that he wore wafted in her direction. It wasn't overdone and it wasn't applied in an effort to mask a particularly pungent body odor problem. He was wearing the right amount and Hermione closed her eyes and inhaled the fragrant bergamot smell. It was light, with a hint of citrus and with an undercurrent of minty freshness. It reminded her of her favorite tea, Earl Grey. She exhaled and when she opened her eyes he was smirking. Bugger, she said to herself when she knew that she'd been caught liking the smell of Malfoy.

"I bet you liked it, just like you liked my cologne today in Transfiguration," the blond said at lunch and he wagged his eyebrows.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said and she opened a book that she'd checked out from the library entitled, So You Were Sorted into Ravenclaw Now What?

"Spanky. You liked it. Did it make you wet Granger?"

Her jaw dropped.

"You did. Next time imagine the smell of my cologne while you're getting your mudblood arse whipped by Spanky. I have a similar one like it in my trunk."

"Disgusting," Hermione said but her heart was beating rapidly in her chest.

"You say that now, but wait until the dead of winter when the homework dries up and the Professors stop assigning it so the dumb fuck Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors can catch up. You'll be begging for a look in my toy box."

"You're lying."

"Possibly. Come to my room and I'll show you," Malfoy said and he raised a cheeky eyebrow as if challenging her.

"I'd rather lick a toad."

"Granger's tongue," Malfoy said and then he began to clap, "Thanks. Now my appetite is ruined."

"Mine was ruined the moment you sat down," Hermione said and she dropped her fork.

"It's mine, I saw it first," Ginny Weasely shouted at the top of her lungs and then she and Cho Chang were sliding on the floor, grappling for a chicken leg. When an all-out brawl started the Slytherins started taking bets as money exchanged hands. It was Harry Potter who stood up, carrying a chicken leg like a peace offering in his hand, who then broke up the cat fight. He passed Cho the leg and she thanked him, while Ginny victoriously ate the one that she'd won in battle while she sat, legs sprawled on the floor of the Great Hall.

"Kind of makes you glad you're with me in Ravenclaw and not with those bloody savages, huh Granger?" Draco smirked.

"Not bloody likely," Hermione fired back, but deep down inside she was. They were troglodytes-just like Malfoy said savages.

She'd made it through the whole day without losing any house points and she was thankful for it, as the numbing spell had started to wear off and her bum was once again stinging after her meeting with Spanky. Then it happened, and it was all Malfoy's fault. He probably even did it on purpose. In fact, she was certain that he did, when he leaned over to drop a bezoar into the potion they were brewing and his expensive watch snagged in her bushy hair and became stuck.

"Get it out. Now," she said with urgency.

"Testy, testy," he said and then he reached around her neck with the other arm and leaned in closer in order to untangle her hair from his watch. She could feel his breath on her neck and satisfying goose bumps exploded down her arms. His cologne wafted in her nose again and her womanly hormones were awakened.

"Just rip it!" She shouted in frustration, and then he pulled his arms back with a satisfied grin on his face when he did so.

"Five points from Ravenclaw for shouting out in class," Professor Snape said and Hermione cursed under her breath.

"Scream loudly. I want to be able to hear your moans all the way to my bedroom," Malfoy whispered and Hermione wanted to slap the taste out of his mouth, that, or kiss him which was more disturbing a thought to her than knowing that in the middle of the night her already worn out arse was going to take another bruising.

Hermione retired to the library where she was able to sit down with Harry, Ron, Ginny and Neville. It was nice to be back in the company of her Gryffindor friends, even if most of them were acting like what her mother referred to as clods. It seemed that Harry was beginning to fit in with the Slytherins, even if he wouldn't admit it to Ron, who would have been mortified to hear that Harry might actually like a few of those who Ron considered his mortal enemies. Hermione knew this by the way several Slytherins said hello to Harry as they walked by their table in the library. Malfoy was nowhere in sight, which was better than great because he'd been getting under her skin all damn day.

"I can't believe you're going to play quidditch Hermione," Ron said and he shook his head.

"Why not? You play quidditch and Harry plays quidditch. Why is it so hard to believe that I would play quidditch?" Hermione said with a sense of indignation.

"Because it's you, Hermione Granger," Ron laughed.

"Ron," Harry gave him that look, the one that should have told him to shut up and back off, but he didn't heed the warning from Harry Potter.

"What? I mean come on Harry, she can't even fly. Don't get me wrong Hermione; you're the smartest person I know, but quidditch?"

"I'll have you know that Malfoy and I worked on my Keeper skills today and I got over most of my fear of flying."

"I think it's great you're playing quidditch Hermione," Harry said with a genuine smile.

"Yeah, well thanks Harry. I have studying to do so I'll see ya. Perhaps wear knee pads next time they're serving chicken in the Great Hall," Hermione said to Ginny with a smirk of her own.

"Yeah, that's not a bad idea," Ginny replied.

Her homework took her approximately fifty one minutes to complete. No wonder none of the other students were sorted into Ravenclaw. They were all slackers, and so were the teachers. They should have been piling on the studies what with it being their last year and all, yet they weren't and still the Gryffindors were complaining about having to do too much homework earlier, when they were in the library. With nothing to do she found herself bored, so as she sat in the Ravenclaw common room, alone, she decided to catch up on some of her reading about the new house she found herself in. Oddly though, the book she'd only barely begun to read was missing from the stack of books that she had piled on the coffee table next to the sofa and the fire place. She looked everywhere, but the one book that she desperately wanted to read was gone.

"Malfoy," she said angrily and then she marched up the spiral staircase that led to the boys dorms.

Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw when she got upstairs. Nothing. The boys' dormitory looked like anything but a dorm room. It looked more like a suite in a five star, muggle hotel. He had removed all of the beds, minus one, which he apparently performed magic on because it was now a stately, king size bed and the plain, wood four posters had grown in size and now had intricate designs carved into the wood. He had raided the Herbology greenhouse it seemed, because he had potted plants in every corner of the room, and he even had a few priceless tapestries hanging on the walls. She recognized one of them as being from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and the rug on the floor was from the entryway to the library. That thief, she thought to herself but then he spoke up and she found herself at a loss for words.

"Granger really," he drawled, "Can't a chap get a moment alone to himself," he said and then he sat up and Hermione's jaw hung open. He was wearing a pair of gray trousers and his normal crisp, white button up shirt was all the way unbuttoned. His skin was pale but there was definition in his lean chest and she sucked in a breath. There was thin line of soft, blond hair that started below his sternum and fell down in a line under his waistband.

"I-I, book," she was relieved when she remembered what in the hell had driven her to go up there in the first place. "Did you nick my book on Ravenclaw?"

"Yeah, you want it back?"

"I checked it out, so of course I want it back."

"Come get it then," he said and he motioned to the thick, reference book that was lying open on his bed. He leaned back against the bed at that with his hands clasped behind his head in a pose that was oozing arrogance. That was the first time she'd noticed that behind that truly awful Malfoy interior, on the outside was a handsome man. She hated him for it because it was causing her to feel things, weird things, things that she didn't want to feel let alone acknowledge.

She padded across the floor, her hands perspiring and a lump the size of a bezoar in her throat and then when she reached the end of the bed he smirked as he raked a hand through his platinum locks.

"Wingardium leviosa," she chanted and the book hovered in the air. With a flick of her wand it was back in her hand and she turned to leave with a victorious smile plastered her face as she left.

"Damn," she heard him curse as she made her way down the spiral staircase.

It was three in the morning when she awoke, pinned to her bed. Her nightgown rose and then she felt the sting from Spanky as it slashed across the bare skin of her arse. How could she have forgotten to wear undies? She'd taken them off because the material from them was scratching against the painful welts but she had meant to put a fresh pair on before she retired for the night. Her eyes watered after the first paddling and she forced her eyes closed.

"Malfoy's cologne, Earl Grey," she chided as a way to comfort herself. It was the first thing that came to mind for some reason when she tried to comfort herself by thinking about something nice. "Ouch!" The second one stung even worse. By the fourth hit she cried out and when the last spanking came, she felt tingles in her nether region as she thought about her pureblooded tormentor. She hated herself for it too. She truly hated Malfoy, with every fiber of her being. Hated him. She sighed in relief that she'd only had five points taken from Ravenclaw when the spanking was over with and her body was released from being pinned.

"Good girl," he purred. "You have a hot arse-for a mudblood I mean."

Hermione buried her head in her pillow and screamed when she saw Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway of her dorm. He had a noticeable bulge in his pants.

I REPEAT I DO NOT OWN THIS JENNIE PENNY DOES NO HATE I WILL DELTE!!!!