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The Sweat of a Gladiator

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Chapter Sixteen: The Final Chapter (2 of 3 ¾?)

Previously, on "Sweat of a Gladiator":

"Okay, so Terry first," said Susan. "Before you pick, is there anyone in the room that wants to withdraw from consideration?"

When nobody raised a hand or said anything, she turned and told Terry that he had his pick of the witches.

Harry shook his head as Terry, being the smart-arse that he was, made a big production of sighing, and holding his chin in his hand as if it was the most important decision in the world. Harry had never really been in the gossip loop, and knew even less about who-liked-whom now that he was no longer an in-house student. At least Harry's decision was easy…thinking that turn-about was fair game, the only question in his mind was how badly and obviously he'd throw the match to Hermione.

Terry, he reasoned, would probably pick Lisa Turpin…not because Terry fancied her, or thought her the prettiest of the bunch, but simply because she was (in Harry's opinion) the weakest duelist, and (therefore) the one most likely to lose her knickers to him. But apparently, Mr. Boot had something else in mind.

Terry smiled broadly, then loudly declared, "I choose to duel…Hermione Granger."

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Terry Boot's announcement raised eyebrows, blood pressures and wands, as a dozen different witches and wizards cried out some version of, "What the hell was that?"

He quickly found himself standing alone, as Harry and Hermione reflexively backed off a few feet in case they decided their wand arms needed room to swing freely.

The Ravenclaw seventh-year shrugged his shoulders. "I pick Hermione," he matter-of-factly restated.

Harry stood in front of Hermione and glowered at the young wizard. Susan Bones, speaking the thoughts of many within the room, then said, "Merlin, Terry, for somebody so smart you sure are an idiot."

"What's the big deal?" Terry asked defensively. "You just said I had my pick of any witch in the room, and Hermione is a witch."

"She's also is Harry's girlfriend, you dolt," Lavender replied (not having yet sussed out the engagement).

Terry stepped back a bit, amazed at the negative reaction he was getting. "I thought that this was some sort of co-operative, with people working together?"

"It is," Neville replied dryly, "unless somebody is digging their own grave."

Susan then announced. "Will everybody lower their wands and voices for a moment?" Getting a favorable response, she then turned to Hermione. "You don't have to do this, you know…this is one of those consensual decisions."

Hermione nodded as she stepped to Harry's side and focused her glare at her challenger. "Give me one good reason why I should say yes."

Terry smiled weakly. "It's nothing personal, Hermione," he explained. "You are the logical choice."

"How do you figure that, Boot?" Harry asked through gritted teeth. "Hermione's not the weakest duelist in this room and you know it."

"Yes, that's true," Terry replied. "But this isn't a normal duel…only one offensive spell and no shields. Seems to me that experience dodging paint balls will be more much important that raw skill, and Hermione is the only witch that wouldn't have that experience advantage over me."

Su Li suddenly stood up and walked right up in front of Terry. "You just want to see Hermione starkers, is it?"

"Not at all," Terry replied. "Well, yes, a bit, I guess," he added, "but I'd be seeing her bits even if I chose somebody else."

"Again, how do you figure that?" Hermione demanded.

"Erm, no offense, Hermione," Terry said. "But since I go first, I would get to stay and watch your duel after mine. And if you picked Harry, then…."

"Then you imagine I'll lose, is it?"

Terry shrugged his shoulders as he turned to face Su Li. "It's logical, can't you see that?"

"Logic?" Sue Li loudly asked. "Is that all you go on, then?"

"Well, I am a Ravenclaw," Terry explained, as he reached out for the witch's hand. "Besides, Su," he added, "it's a little early in the relationship for the two of us to be spanking each other, don't you think?"

Su Li slapped Terry's hand away and folded her arms in front of her. "No, Terry," she replied, "it's too late for you think about the two of us doing anything." She then turned, grabbed her bag of gear, and ran out of the room in tears.

"What'd I say?" Terry asked in confusion.

Speaking on behalf of the remaining pissed-off witches, Susan Bones shook her head, and said, "Sue Li didn't deserve that, you arse."

Hermione then walked up and icily told Terry, "And the only thing you deserve, you wanker, is the thrashing that I'm going to apply on your arse."

Terry cocked his head. "So you accept the challenge, then?"

Hermione glanced over her shoulder at Harry, who gave her a short nod of acceptance. She smiled in response, then turned her attention back to the Ravenclaw wizard and said, "Game on, arsehole."

This response broke the "somebody is going to die" tension within the room and a cheer went up in support of Hermione's decision. Once the noise died down, Susan turned towards Harry, smiled and said, "Well, since Hermione has accepted Terry's challenge, it's your turn to pick a witch."

The sidebar conversations that had been taking place stopped immediately as everyone focused in on Harry, and the fact that he would need to duel somebody other than Hermione.

Harry sucked in a breath as he tried to gather his wits about him. He had been so proud of Hermione for standing up to Terry that he had completely forgotten the dilemma that her decision would create for him. He caught Hermione's eyes and she gave him an "it's your decision" gesture.

"Great," he thought to himself. "Just enough rope to hang myself."

Harry then looked around the room and said, "Susan asked if there was somebody that didn't want to duel, but maybe I should turn that question around….is there anyone that wants to duel me?"

The initial response to this question was nonverbal, as every witch in the room looked not at Harry, but at Hermione.

"Oh, don't be shy," she said with a bit of exasperation. "I more or less picked Terry rather than Harry, so I'm not going to hex anyone who raises their hand."

With that reassurance, the remaining five witches in the room all raised their hands and looked at Harry with hope and expectation, figuring that Harry's bad leg presented a unique opportunity to best him in a duel.

Ron asked Luna, "What are you doing with your arm up?"

He was serenely ignored.

"Well, that helps narrow down the decision, doesn't it?" Harry said ruefully.

Once the nervous laughter died down, Harry tried to do some mental damage control. Hermione knew, more or less, his opinions on each of the witches, having gone down the list to find an "alternate virgin" way back on Day One. Susan's eagerness and Luna's relationship with Ron ruled them out. He still hadn't said three words to Lisa Turpin, and while that might reassure Hermione, he didn't like the idea of spanking or being spanked by a near-stranger. Which left the Patil twins and Lavender. He thought he had picked up on Neville's interest in Padma before the trip, and Lavender and Parvati had been a bit too eager to see his stapler.

Realizing that he had just ruled out every possible option, Harry made what he thought was the only rational choice.

"Erm, thanks, everyone, but Hermione's the only witch for me, so I'll have to take a pass."

Harry's decision was almost as popular as Terry's. There were cries of dismay and disappointment from the witches, while the wizards looked at Harry with disbelief. The only reaction that Harry was interested in, however, was the one on his fiancé's face.

Which was not something he had much time to examine, because that face was quickly buried in his neck as Hermione threw herself into his arms.

"Oh, Harry," she murmured. "I love you."

Harry patted her back, and said, "I love you too, Hermione."

Hermione sniffed back some happy tears and pulled away from Harry just enough to catch his eyes.

"Okay, you said the right thing," she told him. "Now make your choice."

"What?"

"You have to do this, Harry," Hermione explained. "You more than anyone have to be in the program."

"Why is that?" asked Harry.

She explained with a smile. "First, this was your idea, and second, you are the only wizard we can use for our "before and after" comparisons."

"Before and after what?" Harry asked.

Hermione smiled as she grabbed her fiancé's bum with both hands and pulled him into another embrace. She then stood up on her tiptoes, so that she could whisper into his ears.

"Before and after shagging my brains out, loverboy," she cooed, as she ground her crotch into Harry's nagahide-covered thigh.

"Really want me to do this, then?" he asked.

"Yes, really."

Harry's eyes lit up, and he buried a few kisses into Hermione's hair. Then, he broke the embrace half-way, so that one arm was around each other as they faced the others in the room.

"Well, then," he announced, "since Hermione insists that I go through with this, I'm going to choose….to ask her to choose for me."

"Awww," said the crowd of witches (both in disappointment, and admiration for his display of diplomatic boyfriend skills).

Hermione gave Harry a cock-eyed look of assessment, before smiling and nodding her head. She then looked over her options, and after a few seconds decided.

"Harry chooses Susan."

"Yesss!" the pig-tailed Hufflepuff cried out, as she pumped her fist into the air and bounced up and down in excitement.

Harry gave Hermione a quizzical look. "Susan? Really?"

Hermione smiled and shook her head. "I'll explain later," she told him sweetly.

"Okay, then," Neville announced, "we have our matches." He then pointed towards the back of the room. "If you four head back and get your outfits sorted out, we'll probably call the first pair out in fifteen minutes or so."

Terry cocked his head and said, "Can't imagine it'll take us that long to count out five pieces of clothing."

Neville smiled. "No, I don't imagine it will either."

"So what's the extra time for?" Terry asked.

Ron gave the Ravenclaw an evil-looking smile. "That will be for sorting out all of the betting on just how badly Hermione is going to spank your arse."

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The derisive laughter was still echoing in Terry's ears as the four combatants left the platform. When he noticed that Hermione was holding Harry's hand and leading him into a room he demanded, "Hey, where are you two going?"

"Into a changing room, like they told us," Hermione replied.

"You can't go into the same room," the Ravenclaw whined. "That'd be cheating."

"What?" Harry asked. "How could sharing a changing room be considered cheating?"

"Well, you two could discuss strategy, or something," Terry replied.

Hermione shook her head in disgust. "Of all the stupid things…plan on asking for rules clarifications the next time a Death Eater pulls a wand on you?"

Harry chuckled. "Doesn't matter, Hermione…let's just take these two next to each other." He then turned towards Terry and asked, "Fine with you?"

Terry didn't respond, so Harry gave Hermione a kiss, wished her luck, then entered his own private changing room. He waited all of fifteen seconds before he locked the door and pulled a small black ball out of his coat pocket. When he softly tossed it eye-level against the wall that separated his room from Hermione's, it burst out into a portable hole big enough for him to stick his head through.

He caught Hermione with her back turned to him, already stripped down to her black thong.

"Mind if piss off Terry and watch you dress?" he asked.

Hermione smiled as she turned to face Harry.

"If you wanted to make a glory hole you should have aimed a little lower," she replied.

Harry chuckled. "I imagine I might need to conserve some fluids for tonight."

Hermione giggled. "Swapping spit would be no net loss," she noted. She then walked over to the wall and pulled Harry's head down into a passionate snog.

When they broke the kiss to breathe, Harry asked, "So is it 'later' yet?"

Hermione snorted. "I guess so," she replied. "I picked Susan because she's the one most likely to enjoy a good spanking."

Harry nodded. "And you aren't going to be upset that I'll be the one giving it to her?"

"If I did, I wouldn't have picked her," Hermione replied. "Relax, Harry," she said. "I don't have any doubts about your feelings for me."

Harry squinted. "So what if I do well enough to spank her a few times, and she gets all orgasmic and shakes her bum in front of me, and erm…"

"Harry," Hermione reassured him. "I trust you completely. But Mr. Phoenix…well he does have a mind of his own, right?"

"I'm not going to use that as an excuse."

"But you are still a teen-aged boy with all the right kind of hormones," Hermione replied. "It's one of those reptilian brain things you really can't control."

"So it's okay, then?"

Hermione shook her head. "Harry, it's a natural reaction. Just don't touch her with anything other than a spell and it's fine."

"Well," Harry reasoned, "then it's okay if you get wet knickers at the sight of Terry's willie."

Hermione laughed and gave Harry another kiss. "You don't have to worry about that," she said.

"Why?" Harry asked. "You don't think you'll win enough rounds to see it?"

"No," Hermione replied, "because I've already seen it."

"What?" Harry asked reflexively, before his brain engaged. "Oh, yeah," he then said. "NEWT-level Runes."

Hermione nodded. "You'll see that it's no big deal."

"How?" Harry asked. "Sounds like I won't be able to watch you duel."

Hermione smiled brightly. "Pensieved memory, silly-boy," she replied. She then took a couple of steps back into the room and asked, "Any suggestions on how I can put Mr. Boot in his place?"

Harry smiled as he watched Hermione reach up and run her fingers through her hair.

"I figured you already had something in mind when you accepted the challenge."

"I did," Hermione replied, as she casually reached behind her and adjusted the back of her thong. "But I thought I'd see if you had a brighter idea."

"As if I could have any rational thoughts with you standing there like that," he said

Hermione smiled as she cupped a naked breast in each hand. "Would it help if I turned around," she asked coyly, as she gave him a different view.

"You know better than that," Harry replied with a grin. He then closed his eyes for a few seconds, and said, "Doesn't sound like it's that much different from some of the training we've been doing."

"Yes, but Terry's been using the same regimen as well," Hermione replied as she turned back. "I want to have an edge that will guarantee me the chance to spank the smart-arse raw."

"The smart-arse raw, or his smart-arse raw?"

"Both."

Harry opened his eyes and grinned, "Well, distraction is always an option."

Hermione returned the smile as she turned and reached down for her wand, making sure to wiggle suggestively. "Think he'd like my bum, then?"

"It'd be a great distraction," Harry replied with a smile, "but not exactly the best dueling form on your part."

Hermione turned back around with wand in one hand and some of her clothing in the other. "Well I'll have to be a little more creative, then, won't I?"

Harry watched with wonder and awe as Hermione transfigured some of her clothing. While doing this wand work, she asked, "So what are your plans for dear Susan?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I'm thinking that with my leg she's going to have to throw a few matches if she wants to get spanked."

Hermione nodded. "That is an issue," she replied. "Last thing we need is you hurting your leg any more before we collect your shag sweat."

"Figured you'd be more worried about my third leg," Harry quipped.

"I am, but you aren't planning on using Mr. Phoenix to dodge Susan's spells, are you?"

"Good point," Harry replied. "You know, I could just throw all of the matches. It'd save my leg for sure,"

"But not your pride, and your bum," Hermione noted. "No, you've got to make at least some effort," she concluded. "Wouldn't be sporting otherwise."

"Halfway, then?" Harry asked.

Hermione looked up from her work and asked, "Still wearing your red knickers?"

Harry smiled as he pulled his head out of the hole. The hole disappeared, only to reappear a few seconds later two feet down the wall, providing a view of Harry unfastening his fly and dropping his trousers down to his ankles.

"What were you saying about glory holes, honey?" he asked.

Hermione walked over to the wall, reached down, and dragged her fingernails up Harry's bare thigh. Once she reached the crimson tent she shook the pole a bit and asked, "What did you say about conserving fluids, dear?"

Harry pulled back so that he could squat down and look at Hermione through the hole.

"I'll take some of yours if you take some of mine." he leered.

Hermione giggled. "Time for that later, Harry."

"Is that a promise?"

Hermione laughed as she reached down and held Harry's cheek in her hand. "No, Harry…from the looks of the research protocols, I can say that it's a certainty."

A knock on Hermione's door interrupted their banter.

"One minute, Hermione," came a voice from outside.

Hermione looked at the door, then turned back and gave Harry a kiss. After a quick final bit of wardrobe adjustment, she threw on her unaltered nagahide jacket and said, "So what do you think, Harry?"

Harry let out a low wolf whistle. "I think his tongue will get in the way of his wand movements."

Hermione giggled yet again (having accepted the "giggler" side of her personality whilst on holiday), and said, "Oh Harry, you say the sweetest things….now scoot!"

Her fiancé reluctantly pulled the portable hole away from the wall, leaving Hermione only enough time to shake out her hair before Luna opened the door and escorted her onto the dueling platform. Susan was already there waiting her turn (and to watch the first match, as she wasn't a newbie initiate).

Hermione's focus along the way to the platform was set on a tote board that showed a variety of wagers put down on her initiation duel. The two-dimensional grid had rows numbered from zero to down to eleven and these rows were labeled "Hermione's wins."

She was pleased to note that nobody was betting she'd win fewer than six rounds.

The column headers described associated outcomes of the duel (similar to the Weasley Twins's World Cup bet on "Ireland, but Krum catches the snitch). Some of these categories were as whimsical as they were reassuring. For example, Lavender had put a galleon down on the square marked "Eight wins, and Boot cries like a baby." Ron was banking on "Nine wins, Boot tents his knickers," and Neville's hopes were riding on "Nine wins, and both of Boot's wands discharge."

While Hermione was inspecting the betting board, everyone else was busy inspecting her outfit. Her nagahide jacket was completely buttoned, and hid whatever was worn underneath. The matching snakeskin trousers, however, had lost most of their inseam, and been converted into a pair of tight leather shorts (cut high enough on the thigh to expose a hint of cheek). Covering the space formerly hidden by trouser legs were socks that had been transfigured into black silk hold-ups (or thigh-highs, as they were known in the States).

"Merlin," said Ron. "You look dressed for sex."

Hermione shook her head and smiled as she pulled her wand from her jacket sleeve, "No Ron, I'm dressed to hex."

"Close your mouth, Ronald," Luna told her beau, "or the nargles will come nesting."

"Erm, yes, rear….I mean yes, dear," Ron replied, as he shook his head to clear his muddled mind.

Meanwhile, almost no attention was paid to Terry Boot as Seamus escorted him to the platform. He was wearing boots and a battle robe that gave little indication on what lie underneath.

Not that anyone cared.

As Hermione stood to face Terry on the stage he said, "Looks like you've already lost a few rounds of clothing."

She smiled sweetly in reply. "No, I just thought I'd give you something to look at, since this is all the skin I plan on you seeing."

Neville snorted as he stepped up to provide the count. "Got the trash talking out of the way, then?"

When both duelists nodded, he ordered them to bow, then counted down from three.

"3-2-1-Duel!"

Terry shot out three paintballs in a row at waist height. All three sailed over Hermione's head as she had immediately dropped to the floor and fired her shots from a prone position. Her three ball set was in a triangle pattern, one on each side of Terry, and the third aimed for his feet. Terry had jumped to his left after firing, and was caught in the chest with a splat of paint.

Hermione 1, Terry 0.

Terry scowled as he shed his paint-slicked robes.

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"3-2-1-Duel!"

Terry aimed low, thinking Hermione would try to outsmart him and use the same move twice. Instead, she held her fire to see where he was aiming, then leapt over his shot and into a forward roll. She came out of the roll with wand arm out and fired point blank at Terry's crotch.

"Ooof!"

Hermione 2, Terry 0.

Shaking his head, Boot Scourgified his shorts and kicked off his shoes and socks.

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"3-2-1-Duel!"

Hermione turned to slim her profile and ducked. But Terry seemed willing to keep aiming low until he got it right and nicked the front of Hermione's jacket with his paintball.

"Yes!" he cried triumphantly.

Hermione stood up, shook her head slightly and called out. "Good shot, Terry."

Hermione 2, Terry 1.

Temporarily sticking her wand down her left stocking, Hermione unbuttoned her jacket and casually threw it over to Luna.

The response to what she wore underneath could be properly classified as "shock and awe."

Foregoing a t-shirt, Hermione was presently displaying a pierced navel and a black leather bra. Which wouldn't have been all that titillating, except that this bra was a lace-trimmed cupless creation that supported each of her uplifted and uncovered breasts with a leather shelf.

"Sweet Mother of Merlin!" shouted Ron, speaking on behalf of all of the wizards in the room.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked innocently.

"Wa…wa…wa…what happened to the rest of your brassiere?" Ron asked.

"What, you don't like it?" she replied.

It was Terry's turn to stammer. "Wa…wa..wa…why are your nip…nip…what are those silvery things?"

"You mean my nipple piercings, Terry?" she asked with a smile. She used her off-hand to grab the knut-sized platinum hoop that pierced her left nipple and matter-of-factly said, "Just some jewelry I picked up in India."

She then turned towards Neville as she toyed with the ring. "I guess I was assuming that jewelry didn't count as clothing…are they okay?"

Neville gave her a simple wide-eyed nod. "They're bloody brilliant," he exclaimed.

"Great then, shall we continue?" She then turned to face Terry and returned his slight bow with a deeper bow that, when combined with a shimmy, sent her lemon-sized breasts jiggling from one side to the other.

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"3….erm….2…wha..wha..-1…do..do...do..da..da…"

"Neville!"

"Erm, yes Luna?"

"Would you like me to take over the count?"

"Erm, yes, Luna…that might be best."

Luna replaced Neville on the center of the platform.

"3-2-1-Duel!"

Hermione's shot hit a stationary Terry square in the chest. His brain was still wrapping itself around the idea of a nipple-pierced bookworm.

Hermione 3, Terry 1.

"Terry?"

"Terry?" asked Luna with a knowing smile, "You need to lose a piece of clothing."

Terry shook his head, then shook his head once more as he slipped off the paint-stained t-shirt.

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Hermione decided it was time to show that her nipple rings were wide enough for her to slip her wand tip into.

"Makes a nice holster, don't you think, Terry?"

"3-2-1-Duel!"

Hermione 4, Terry 1.

Terry either forgot or ignored the paint splatter on his stomach as he stripped down to his boxers.

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"Hey, Terry!"

"Erm…yes Hermione?"

"If you don't pick up the pace, you'll never see my other piercing!"

"What?"

"3-2-1-Duel!"

Hermione 5, Terry 1.

"Bollocks!" Terry stammered, as the crowd erupted into laughs and catcalls.

"Hey Terry," teased Susan, "no worries, it's nothing any of us haven't already seen before."

"What are you on about?" asked Ron.

Luna turned to her boyfriend and explained that all of the witches and Terry were in the same Ancient Runes class.

"So?"

"So…that means that we've all seen each other naked during rituals," Terry said ruefully. "Although I don't remember any of the details."

With great reluctance and no small amount of embarrassment, he bared himself to his classmates.

He was rock hard.

As rocks go, it was on the gravel side of the size scale.

"Yes!" shouted Ron.

"Ron," said Lavender, "Don't you think it a bit odd that you're happy to be see Terry's boner?"

"Odd-schmod," Ron replied. "If he keeps it up, I'm on pace to win forty-six galleons."

"Me to," Neville replied brightly. "He just needs a bit more stimulation…aim low, Hermione!"

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"Hey, Terry, it sounds like some wizards like the looks of your wand."

"Oh that's rubbish, they're just greedy bast…"

"3-2-1-Duel!"

Hermione 6, Terry 1.

It was hard to dodge spells with one hand covering your crotch.

"Damn it!" Terry cried out, looking down at his paint spattered thigh.

He then asked, "So do I get spanked now?"

"No," Luna replied innocently. "It stings more sweetly when they're bundled together at the end."

And so it went. Hermione eventually ran out of naughty distractions, and Terry pulled himself together well enough to win the last duel, forcing Hermione to make the somewhat meaningless gesture of removing her shelf bra. Terry never did manage to tame his erection, and in the end, the final score was:

Hermione 9, Terry 2.

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"I win!" Ron shouted, jumping up and down.

"Hold on to your knickers, we aren't done yet." Neville said.

"But I've got the square for nine wins and a woody!"

"Yes," Neville replied, "But I've got nine wins and a money shot, and there's still the spankings to go."

"Hoping Boot's a sick bastard that gets off on spanky-spank, then?" snorted Ron.

"What are you saying about people who enjoy a bit of spanking?" asked Luna.

Ron quickly backtracked. "Erm, sorry, Luna…it's sexy for witches to like it…it's the blokes that get off on that are the disturbed wankers."

Lavender looked over towards Terry's exposed crotch and pulled her wand out. "Wouldn't be able to tell one way or the other with his dick painted off-white," she snarked, just before she banished the pigment.

"Right, then," said Luna. She walked up to Terry and asked, "Would you like to borrow my ball gag during the flogging?"

"Ball gag?" Terry asked with alarm. He quickly lost his erection.

"Keeps you from squealing like a pig, and heightens your sense of sexual submission."

"Erm, thanks, but no thanks," Terry replied weakly.

While Luna was giving Terry some additional unsolicited advice on timing Kegel contractions, Hermione asked for some help learning the spanking spell. There were plenty of volunteers to help stand close behind her and show her the proper wand movements. She selected Neville, who was a true (but nervous) gentleman that completed his instructions without unnecessary skin contact. The spell itself was straightforward, but involved an intent-based strength modifier that varied the severity of the slap.

"So how strong should I be making the spell?" Hermione asked.

"Strong enough to sting like hell, but not hard enough to break the skin," Susan replied.

Hermione frowned. "Well how in Merlin's name am I supposed to know how strong that is?" she asked. "It's not like I've cast this before."

"Oh, well, that's no problem" volunteered Lavender Brown. "I can help you calibrate."

Without thinking twice Lavender walked in front of Hermione and turned her back. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her work-out shorts, she smoothly pulled both them and her knickers down to her ankles, and bent at the waist.

With her bare bum sticking up in the air, she told Hermione to start casting low-powered spells and work her way up.

Hermione shook her head in a "I can't believe I'm doing this" gesture and complied with Lavender's instructions. It took her six tries before she got the right strength level.

She wasn't surprised to learn that her former roommate enjoyed getting spanked far more than she did.

With her lessons completed, Hermione turned and gave Terry an evil grin.

"Your turn, Mr. Logical…bend over."

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The four spanks were administered swiftly, and without too much need for a healing spell. Ron and Neville were disappointed to learn that Terry didn't get off on getting smacked. Nobody had their money on "Nine wins, but he takes it quietly without showing wood," so the pot rolled over to the next round.

While Terry retrieved his clothing and tried to regain some of his dignity, a new tote board was constructed for Harry's initiation. Susan was sent back to her changing room when the betting began. She wasn't very happy about this, but understood why it was necessary.

Some serious side bets were being placed on the over/under interval for Susan to attain orgasm, and nobody wanted to tempt her into faking it at a fiscally opportune time.

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Next up: Harry v. Susan, and sweat collection along the four-point potency curve.