~Flying Has Consequences~
Author's Note: This is going to be a series of one shots that will get updated as I have the ability to both think and write since I'm usually pretty busy with my home life.
Pretty much, Hogwarts is a British boarding school that practices corporal punishment, and the following chapters are about the students of Hogwarts receiving their punishment for the various misdeeds described in the books. Although it will only be the serious offenses, and I gladly look forward to any requests you guys might like to see. For now however, please just enjoy and let me know what you think. This is purely a discipline fic, so if you don't like that, please don't read.
Also, I will state right now that I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or plot lines and I am not making any money. This is simply useless drabble meant to entertain myself and any reader that desires to participate.
Harry was completely stunned. McGonagall was actually going to bend the rules and let a first year be on the Quidditch team? He had to be dreaming, but judging from the look on the older boy's face standing next to him, he wasn't the only one that had that feeling. Then McGonagall had to go and puncture the happy balloon that was swelling inside of him.
"While I am going to allow you to play for Gryffindor House this year Mr. Potter, I can't ignore the fact that you have disobeyed Madam Hooch's orders to remain on the ground in her absence. I'm afraid you will have to discuss that matter with her."
Harry sighed as Oliver let out a low whistle. "Good luck with that mate. I was going to see about testing your skills this evening, but I guess I can postpone it a few days so it's not an uncomfortable experience."
Harry blushed and thanked the boy. He had been warned, with everyone else, their first night at Hogwarts that Hogwarts believed in paddling students for wrong doings. Now he would have to face the music and take his punishment.
Little else was said as the trio took their leave. Harry and Oliver headed back to their respective classes, and McGonagall followed Harry to supervise the 1st years until Rolanda could return to take over her class again.
"Oh, Professor McGonagall, I didn't expect to see you here." Madam Hooch's voice made Harry's stomach flop.
"Madam Hooch," The older witch's tone was light and respectful. "I was just patrolling for wandering students when I saw two of your students high in the air while the others were grouped together on the ground. That alone seemed odd, but I knew that you didn't usually get far enough in your first lesson to allow the students to fly that high; especially on their own."
"Of course not Professor, it is far too dangerous." Madam Hooch's eyes scanned her class for the two guilty students briefly. "I had to step away for a moment because one of your Gryffindors had an accident and needed to be taken to the infirmary. I should have sent another student to assist him I guess. I informed my class they were to remain on the ground until I got back. I'm thankful you could be available to stop any fooling around and make sure that nobody else was injured. I can assure you Professor McGonagall, that the two students in question will receive detention tonight."
"I'm sure that Misters Potter and Malfoy will be happy to oblige." Harry could just stare at his feet as his name was mentioned and the flying instructor snapped her head around to glare at him and Draco. His only comforting thought was that at least Malfoy was in trouble also.
"I'm sure they will." The younger witch stated as she stared sternly at the two first years.
Harry was nervous as he stood outside Madam Hooch's office just before his detention. He had been informed that each teacher was different in how they handled rule breakers, but from what he'd heard from Oliver Wood and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Madam Hooch was pretty harsh. It made sense really since she was in charge of one of the most dangerous activities at Hogwarts, but it did nothing to calm his nerves.
Taking a deep breath, Harry raised his fist and knocked sharply on the oak door to the office in front of him. Hearing a slightly muffled, but clear "Enter," he summoned up his Gryffindor courage and stepped inside.
The woman was seated quietly at her desk writing in a hard covered book with blank parchment, meant to be filled by the owner. She looked up momentarily, but then went back to the task at hand. "You are a little early Mr. Potter," she stated simply. "Please have a seat while we wait for Mr. Malfoy." Harry did as he was told and sat nervously fidgeting with the sleeve of his robe and absent mindedly swung his feet.
Time seemed to have frozen. It seemed like an eternity before there was another timid knock at the door. Madam Hooch didn't look up from her writing as she called for the newcomer to enter. When the young blond boy snapped the door behind him however, she set her quill down and looked up. "Have a seat next to Mr. Potter Mr. Malfoy." The statement was simple, but the blonde boy looked like he'd rather die. He didn't object however, but quietly did as told and sat down in the seat beside Harry.
"You both know why you are here." Madam Hooch looked sternly at the two boys from behind her desk. "I specifically told the entire class to stay on the ground, and I returned to be informed by another instructor that the two of you had broken those orders. It is humiliating to return to find another professor has had to take control of your class, and that is on top of the two of you failing to follow my instructions. I do not care if students have been on a broom previous to attending Hogwarts. My task is to keep all of you children safe, and I cannot do that if students refuse to listen to me. You were both warned at the beginning of the year that Hogwarts believes in corporal punishment, and that any and all discipline is left up to the different instructor. Some teachers have a variety of discipline methods, but since I work with one of the most dangerous activities at Hogwarts, and breaking my rules usually put the students in danger, I always resort to corporal punishment."
Harry could just swallow as the woman before him lectured. Draco didn't seem at all his normal cocky self, and Harry guessed he had already fought the matter out with Snape and lost. Plus, here he didn't have his useless drones with him.
Madam Hooch picked up the book she had been writing in. She had closed it, but a ribbon poked out of the bottom marking her page. "This is my punishment book," she stated simply. "At the start of each year, every teacher is given a fresh book to write out the discipline he or she gives out throughout that year. I write out a short description of your infraction, and the corresponding punishment. When your punishment is over, you sign your name on the line provided, signifying that you have been informed of your wrong doing, and been properly, and fairly punished for it. If you refuse to sign the book we go visit either your Head of House, or the Headmaster and you are allowed to verbalize any complaint you have. Are we understood?"
Both boys just nodded silently. Harry didn't know about Malfoy, but McGonagall had shown them her own punishment book when she explained about the rules at Hogwarts their first night, and informed them about having to sign their names or, if they thought they had been treated unfairly, they were given the opportunity to voice their complaints to either herself or the Headmaster. Harry could remember wondering how often the students actually went to the Headmaster.
With explanations out of the way, Madam Hooch rose from her seat behind the desk, opened her punishment book to where she had been filling out Harry and Draco's punishment information, and walked around her desk to stand in front of the two boys. "I have decided that each of you will each receive six strokes of the paddle, report to clean up the gear after the first game, and neither of you will participate in class next week.
Harry could just gape at the woman, but Draco managed to finally find his voice. "But you can't do that!" Draco's usually cocky attitude was still invisible, and Harry had a hard time keeping from snickering at the boy's apparent distress. "Cleaning equipment is servant stuff. My father will never stand for it."
"I can assure you that I can do as I please Mr. Malfoy." Madam Hooch's voice had taken on a frosty tone now, and the blonde boy sank back in his chair as if trying to put some distance between them. "As for your father, he knows perfectly well what it's like here at Hogwarts. If you wish to avoid punishment, I suggest that you behave yourself in the future. For your outburst you will receive an additional 3 swats." She paused a moment to scratch something in her book, and Draco remained silent.
When she had made the necessary corrections, she placed the book on the table and faced the boys once more. "Now then, both of you please rise, place your outer robe on your chair, and walk over to my desk. Both boys did as they were told and began fumbling with the clasp of their school robes. As they moved slowly to the large desk Harry gulped back a bit of fear as he watched the woman remove a paddle from a nail on the wall. It wasn't large, but just the right size to hold comfortably and swing with meaning.
Walking behind the two boys she held the paddle in her right hand and pushed the sleeves over her robes out of her way. "I want the two of you to bend over the top of my desk and place your hands flat on the surface." The instructor watched as the 11 year old boys did as instructed. The desk was a bit tall for them due to how young they were, but it would do.
Harry was to the left of Draco, and that's where she decided to start. Stepping behind the dark hair boy she raise her arm back and brought the paddle down with an almighty CRACK in the center of his trouser clad bottom. Harry couldn't help but jump slightly and yelp in surprise. The force his flying instructor had put behind that stroke was amazing, and his bottom was already burning. Somehow he managed to stay in place, and he heard Madam Hooch's boots click a few times as she walked toward Draco. WACK!
The crack of the paddle made Harry jump once more, even though it wasn't his bottom it made contact with. He heard Draco give a grunt of pain, but make no other sign that his bottom had just been assaulted and Harry wondered if the blonde had ever been paddled before. THWACK! Without warning, and only seconds after the first, a second paddle stroke made Draco squeal, stand from the desk, and throw his hands back instinctively to rub out the pain in his rear. "Bend back over the desk Mr. Malfoy." Madam Hooch's voice was sharp, and Draco wasted no time in obeying. He no sooner moved his hands back to the correct position then CRACK! Another powerful stroke landed on his already throbbing bum.
Harry heard the crisp clip of Madam Hooch's boots on the stone floor and braced himself to receive the paddle again. His bottom still stung smartly from the first stroke, but he was determined to stay in place. CRACK! Harry gasped, but his brain didn't fully have time to process the explosion of pain before WACK! Another heavy blow slammed into the same spot. "AIEE," Harry yelped as tears began to fill the back of his eyes. He refused to let them fall. Not with Malfoy there. Harry almost groaned when he heard the click of boots once more. He really wished he could just get this over with instead of standing here, listening to Draco's smacks in anticipation of his own.
THWACK! Malfoy gasped at his fourth smack, but instantly SMACK! The fifth was delivered to the under curve of his bum. "OOOOHHH!" He moaned as a single, traitorous tear slid down his right cheek. Then, WACK! The sixth landed in the same place. "AHHHHHHH!" He cried out as the damn inside him broke and his tears spilled freely down his face. He didn't even notice the click of boots behind him, and jumped when CRACK!
Harry was more prepared this time and had managed to fight back his tears. He couldn't help but gasp and pound on the wooden desk top under him as the monsterous paddle bit into the under curve of his bum for his fourth stroke. SMACK! "AIIEEE!" Harry's own damn burst and tears began to fall as the fifth stroke attacked his sensitive sit spot where bum met thigh. Then, WACK! "AAAAHHHH!" Harry clenched his teeth tightly together as his very sensitive sit spot was attacked once more. He was crying so hard now that his nose was starting to run. "Stay down until I give you leave Mr. Potter," Madam Hooch warned as the clicking of her boots signaled her going to deal with his partner in crime.
THWACK! "OWWW!" Draco hadn't managed to get his tears under control, and the seventh of his paddle strokes had been applied quite liberally to his tender sit spot. SMACK! CRACK! The final two of his nine strokes were given in quick succession to his sit spot, and Draco jumped up once more to desperately rub the sting out of his flaming rear as tears spilled down his cheeks.
"Alright, you may rise Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy, contain yourself, I can assure you that you got no more than you deserved." Madam Hooch's stern voice made Draco stop dancing and place his hands to his side in an attempt at regaining some dignity. Harry Rose slowly from the desk top and winced as the skin on his bottom adjusted to his new position. He wiped his tears on the sleeve of his school shirt and waited for further instruction.
"Both of you will need to sign the first line under your name for your punishment, and Draco, you will need to sign the fourth line as well for the extra three for mouthing off." She handed Harry her quill, and the dark haired boy turned and applied his scrawly signature to the line next to '6 paddle strokes' as instructed. Then turned and handed Draco the quill so he could sign next to '6 paddle strokes' as well as '3 paddle strokes.' Madam Hooch handed both boys their respective robes, and the door to her office opened. "I hope I don't have to see either of you in here again because I will not hesitate to repeat this lesson." With that the two eleven year olds took their leave. Neither spoke, but each gave the other a look of contempt before turning on their heel and walking off to their own common room.
As soon as Harry was out of sight of Draco, he slipped into the nearest lavatory. Glancing quickly in the mirror he could see that his face was a mess. It was tearstained and blotchy. Taking a towel from the dispenser, he wet it and scrubbed at his face trying to give himself a less disheveled look. Then, simply out of curiosity, he slipped into an empty stall, lowered his trousers and pants, and craned to see his abused bottom. It was flaming red, and when he let his cool fingers touch the red flesh he could feel that it was just as hot as it had felt. Madam Hooch had a mean swing!