The next morning, both Harry and Hermione were quietly studying in bed when Pomfrey came in. "Hello, you two. Ready to get back in the grind of things?"
Hermione set down her book, "Yes, I'm going stir crazy here and actually feel wonderful. I have so much energy. I do feel really dirty. I think I'll get a shower before anything else."
Harry set his book down too, "I agree. I also feel much grubbier than I should. I will join you." And they noticed Pomfrey blush slightly in embarrassment.
Pomfrey with a grin, "Fine go ahead. Keep the kissing to a minimum and NO ORAL! Not before the tests on both of you are completed."
Harry stopped and looked at his Master, "When are you taking the samples from Hermione? We want the results as soon as we can get them."
Pomfrey blushed and looked down, "I gathered them last night while you were sleeping. We also gathered new samples from Harry as Master Snape believes your power level changes effected the results."
Hermione with apparent horror, "WE? Master snape gathered my…fluids? How intimate are we talking?"
Pomfrey making placating gestures, confessed "Master Snape demanded every fluid possible…from both of you. We are both, OATHED Healers so there is no issue with professionalism. Hermione, we gathered Bartholin's and Skene's gland production so you know just how thorough we were, and yes that means he also knows just how forceful your Lord spanked you, as the evidence is obvious."
Hermione shuddered, "I'm not exactly thrilled with knowing Master Snape effectively gave me a gynecological ex-"
Pomfrey interrupted, "Not quite. Your hymen remains magically intact. While the physical structure was broken in the past, likely from exercise, no object has been past that point in your vaginal vault. This means we did not examine your cervix or take a cervical mucous sample. Once you become sexually active, I would appreciate it if you presented yourself to me, for me to collect that sample too. It's for your lord's safety as well as your own…not to mention future children."
Hermione, thought about it, and nodded her head. She decided to shelve that worry for the future.
Harry reminded Pomfrey of his concerns, "Remember, to store all data with Master Tonks. There is no way the headmaster is unaware of what transpired yesterday. I expect him to be down here to 'politely inquire' about us later today. In fact, MIPSY!"
Mipsy appears, "Young Master calls Mipsy?"
Harry replies, "Yes Mipsy. This is Master Healer Pomfrey. I need you to respond to her if she calls. She has permission to get Hermione and my medical files when she needs them, but I need you to immediately take them back to the manor when not in use. I also need you to lock the manor from all non-Black elves, as I expect the headmaster to send one for the records himself."
Mipsy replied abashed, "There has been an elf who interfered with Black business. He has been dealt with."
Harry frowned, "Who's elf did this? A Hogwarts' elf?"
Mipsy answered, "No young master. A Malfoy elf. He interfered with your mail."
Harry decided to deal with that later. Turning back to Pomfrey, "Mipsy will now bring our records for you. Addend them and immediately return them…for your protection. These records are in the possession of Master Tonks, not me, and she will not share them with me if inappropriate. I expect you to give her all my records. I expect Dumbledore to be incensed when he realizes you don't have records of me available." Harry kept looking in her until she acknowledged the concern and would comply.
Harry and Hermione then stripped off and walked to the shower. Hermione's bruised bottom still very evident. They had a nice shower, and thoroughly enjoyed washing each other. Hermione was actually careful with the teasing today. She wanted to tease Harry very much, if only to return a sense of normal to their lives. Unfortunately, she knew it took very little to get Harry to slap her bottom, something she normally enjoyed, but not today…it was still too sore.
Harry, noticing Hermione's reticence, "This is ridiculous. Open your legs for me witch." Hermione looking at him with a question, still followed instructions and leaning back against the wall, squatting a bit so she could open her thighs widely. Harry then placed his hand on her pussy and started rubbing it firmly. "Tell me what you want my hand to do. Direct me." Harry ordered.
Hermione then closed her eyes, "OK, up, up, left, there. Press more, small circles. Faster, no slower, like that. Keep doing that. Suck my nipples…harder. Not that hard…yes like that. UGGG, yes. Other hand, penetrate me! Deeper, faster. Rub my G-spot. YES YES YES…HARRY!!" and she had a very satisfying orgasm.
After Hermione recovered, "My turn" and she kneeled in front of him. She lathered up her hands and started stroking him with long strokes squeezing his penis hard, almost too hard, but Harry wasn't going to complain. He started rocking his hips as he was near to coming when she stuck a wet finger inside him and rubbed his prostate forcefully. Harry exploded yelling, "MINE!" and she keep jacking him until he started going soft. She then rinsed off and came up for a kiss.
Harry growled, "I miss tasting my cum on your mouth, mixed with your slick on mine when we kiss." Hermione smiled, "Me too." They finished and came out to find Dumbledore there.
Harry just continued to dry off ignoring Albus. Hermione just wrapped a towel around her hair and walked past Dumbledore, bare.
Albus glanced at Hermione's bottom, "Shouldn't you have that treated? It looks pretty bad. I'm sure madam Pomfrey has some bruise balm which would help, I could insist." Making a play with gaining her support by alleviating her discomfort at such a brutal punishment.
Hermione finished drying off her hair, and threw the towel in the hamper, apparently ignoring her nakedness in front of Dumbledore, who frowned at her apparent indifference to him looking at her. She then started dressing pulling some panties on, and hissing as they settled against her bruised bottom. Hermione, once the pain subsided, "There are two things wrong with that statement. One: I am sure you know Master Healer Pomphrey has agreed to not treat any punished bottoms, unless ordered so, by the professor who disciplined that bottom. Two: I agreed with the punishment, and promised to not treat it until tonight, after dinner. Since I am not an oath-breaker, I can hardly ask you to lessen my punishment. I pay my debts."
Dumbledore unwilling to give up, continued, "But that looks much worse than allowed in the school. I am sure it went too far, and treating it would not be unreasonable. In fact, let me know who disciplined you so excessively, and I will have a talk with them. We can't have our witches abused at Hogwarts."
Hermione now having support charmed herself (no longer using a bra), was putting on her shirt and tie, when she answered, "Where was this concern when Harry was being tortured at the Dursleys? Oh, you answered that, he wasn't at Hogwarts. Anyway, I was punished for personally embarrassing my Lord and further, got mouthy so earned additional strokes. My lord insisted I keep the bruises for two days, which will be up tonight. I am not going to embarrass him by getting weak at the end. I will make him proud by lasting the required punishment."
Harry came over and kissed Hermione, "You already have, dear. I knew you would make it. I am very proud of you." And he kissed her again, initiating a full-on Snog with Hermione wrapping her arms around Harry, and getting into it herself.
After a minute, Dumbledore, getting irritated, cleared his throat. Harry broke the kiss, obviously irritated, "What?" then the two continued getting dressed as if nothing occurred.
Dumbledore non-plussed by them treating him as unimportant, and obviously working together against him, changed subjects since that one went nowhere, "I understand there was an issue in the entranceway yesterday. I understand Hermione tried to kill herself. That is serious and needs to be addressed."
Harry frowned, "The situation with my betrothed, was addressed. The problem is now fixed. Hermione is obviously fine as you know, so intently examining my lady's naked body. Thank you for your concern."
Dumbledore, flushed in anger, at the dig on his comments about Hermione's bottom. He would have to be careful; Harry could easily make an issue of those comments. In fact, now he could not ask Hermione if she has any issues, as her Betrothed has stated everything was fine. It would be a gross breach of propriety to override a lord with his lady, and in his presence inexcusable. Damn it! "Heir Black, I understand you were having an issue yesterday and were leaving us."
Harry looking confused, "Who told you that? Why would I leave after all the work of the year is done? We are getting on the train in 3 days. This makes little sense. Will that be all?" and Harry finished getting into his uniform, Hermione now working on her hair in a mirror.
Dumbledore was really getting pissed at being completely side-lined, but had nowhere to go now. He would come back and examine the medical records. They would tell him what was going on. Dumbledore eventually replied, "Just the concern of an old man. Have a good day." And he left.
Harry and Hermione settled at breakfast with Hermione concentrating on not fidgeting. She was using the singularity of focus, she learned making potions while caned, to sit still. If they were right, this was an opportunity for some payback. Who would take the bait? Midway through the meal, an overheard comment questioned whether Hermione was still suffering from her punishment. Harry put down his silverware, wiped his mouth and said loudly, "I'm sorry, but I didn't quite hear that comment. I could have sworn I heard you question my ladies' honor by implying she disobeyed my direct order. That could not be correct, could it?"
Abigale Pentledon, one of the 7th years who was 'insulted' by Hermione and demanded her punishment, stated coldly, "She sits there too still. Considering the intensity of the punishment you described, she should not have healed between yesterday and today. Yesterday she was fidgeting appropriately. Today she is not. That implies she has since been treated. Since you said she would not get balm until tonight, that would indicate she disobeyed you."
Harry looked at her coldly, "Are you currently betrothed Miss Pentledon? Perhaps to someone here?"
She looked confused at the question, but responded appropriately, "It is my honor to be betrothed to Mr. Aberton. Currently a 7th year Gryffindor."
Harry replied happily, "Excellent! Please invite him over here." And she went and came back with a 7th year unknown to Harry. Harry just looked at her, "Pray, introduce us. I have not had the pleasure."
Abigale blushed slightly, "Tom, it is my pleasure to introduce Heir Hadrian James Potter Black, Heir Presumptive to Earl Black, Heir Apparent to Baronet Potter. Heir Black, may I present Thomas Aberton of House Aberton." The two bow to each other not adding to the introduction.
Harry then stated, "I am sorry to interrupt your breaking of fast, but your betrothed has questioned my betrothed's honor, and indirectly mine. If we prove your betrothed correct, I will of course, repeat the belting Hermione earned earlier, as she will have earned it by disobeying me. However, if Miss Alberton is proven to be mistaken, I expect you to provide the same belting, Miss Granger received, to your betrothed for the serious breach of decorum. Is that acceptable?"
"That does sound reasonable, what, if I may ask, was Miss Granger's punishment?"
"She received 100 hard strikes with a belt, bare. No bruise balm for 48 hours. I oathed yesterday to that effect."
Tom's eyes widened in surprise, and he stated with grudging respect, "That was a definitive punishment for your lady. How do you expect to prove your case."
Harry very mater-of-fact states, "Simple, I will leave it up to you. If you see the evidence of your betrothed's error, would you capitulate?"
Tom nodding to the fairness of the test, "Honor would demand so. Offer your proof."
Harry with a slight bow, orders with steel in his voice, "Hermione present your bottom as proof." There were a few gasps as Hermione just looked at Harry for a few seconds, then rose from the table. After clearing the bench, she calmly removed her Robes and handed them to Hanna who stood for her, and slipped her panties off under her skirt. Hermione with a firm set to her jaw, came gracefully around the table and stood next to Harry. Harry nodded abruptly to her, and she sighed. Hermione then turned around, and bent over. While keeping her legs tightly together, to protect some of her modesty, Hermione bent over more and flipped up her skirt presenting her bottom for inspection. The bruising was extremely evident on her bottom and upper thighs.
Harry with steel evident said loudly, "Are you satisfied to the veracity of my statement? Has my betrothed placed any bruise balm on that bottom? Please make your decision soon so Miss Granger can cover back up. She has certainly proven her compliance, with my orders."
Tom with disappointment at his betrothed placing him in this position, stated decisively, "That remains a well belted bottom. Prey cover up miss, and my apologies. I will of course, keep my honor and will take my betrothed away to the punishment she has earned. Tomorrow, she will bare he bottom proving her compliance to me."
Harry said with obvious satisfaction, "If you punish her now, and she proves untreated tomorrow, honor will be satisfied." Harry bows to Tom who returns the gesture.
Tom then with steel in his own voice, "Come Abigale, we have a pressing engagement." And Abigale followed Tom from the room with eyes downcast and tears forming. She knows the next day will be painful and humiliating.
Hermione while returning to her seat and redressing, noticed Master Snape looking at her. When she met his eyes, he with a slight smile, gave her a small acknowledgement of her victory. He obviously, knew how she faked being healed.
Susan looked at Hermione, "I saw that bottom. How do you sit there calmly. Doesn't it hurt?"
Hermione noticed many of the ladies, and some of the gentlemen suddenly paying attention to the conversation. "It hurts much more than a paddle 20 bare. Fortunately, it hurts less than a Cane 5. Master Snape requires us to make our own bruise balm immediately after the class in which we were caned. This means we are brewing 2 to 4 hours after a viscous caning. The pain is unbelievable. However, if we are to stay apprentices, we must make a medical-grade bruise balm, under duress. After accomplishing this multiple times, we learn how to concentrate so hard, we can set aside some pain, for a time at least." Hermione fidgets slightly, and frowns. "Apparently, I'm at my limit."
Hanna having listened in, replied with a smirk, "So, you set Abigale up."
Hermione, was still fidgeting, but with an uncaring shrug, "The individuals who saw to my punishment are petty. I expected one of them to bite the hook cast into the water. I knew not which fish would take the bait."
Susan, nodding with respect and approval. "An appropriate bit of revenge, served cold. Witch style."
Hanna said to the boys, "And that is why you wizards should be very careful wronging a witch. We are subtle, cold, and willing to embarrass or hurt ourselves significantly, to get vengeance."
Neville stated, "It was a well-played bit of theatre. Abigale fell for it completely. Of course, betting against those two, is something only the insane or witless would attempt."
Draco was coming back from a conversation with Snape. As he was passing Hermione, he stopped, "Well played. Very well played indeed. You impressed the Slytherins with that one." He nodded to them and kept on going back to his table. Hermione pretended she didn't hear the statement.
Susan just laughed. "Hermione, our Snake in Badger fir." And everyone joined her in laughing. Well, everyone except a group of 6th and 7th years, who knew they were very nearly caught by the trap which caught Abigale.