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After the morning of waking up to his best mate turning into a girl, and the subsequent chaos that ensued, Harry was almost thankful for Potions class. So good in fact, that he had agreed to go down early.
That is, he was until he made it within hearing distance of the dungeons, and Snape voice drifted up the stairs. "Today class, we learn the proper usage of gags..."
That halted Harry and his companion Hermione dead in their tracks. They looked at each other curiously and decided to investigate carefully, even as they heard snickers underscoring Snape's next line. "Our volunteer here will be gagged by me... note how no noise can escape now..."
The crack of something on flesh got their already peaked attention and forced them to crawl closer to the stairs leading to the dungeons. That's when they saw something that made them wish to forever burn out their retinas. Draco Malfoy, in high heels and a very skimpy dress was shackled to the wall. A bright red gag was in his mouth, and some sort of bar attached to his ankles was separating his feet by a yard. The part that got them the most was that he was bent over, with the dress pulled up onto his back, and Snape was paddling him with a studded leather paddle.
Before either of the demonstrators, or the attending Slytherin could spot them, they decided to skip class, and ran for the cleaning closets. Yep, scrubbing out their eyes with steel wool and bleach definitely sounded like a better idea to them right now.
Their retreat was chased by the sounds of more swats landing on flesh, and muffled moans and sobs from one gagged blonde.