The Daily Prophet

Weekly Article by Collin Creevy

The Cheeky Chinwag

Normally, I would try and avoid the hen house gossip and focus on more important items like the progress of The Baby Chronicles… Oh, who am I kidding, I love this stuff!

This week, the hens in the Ministry are talking about the rather unusual circumstance Hermione Granger finds herself in.

Yes, you read that correctly: Hermione Granger; THE Hermione Granger; one-third of the Golden Trio, a.k.a. Gryffindor's Princess, a.k.a. Insufferable Know-It-All.

The soon-to-be twenty-seven year old witch is now married to seven, yes, seven wizards. It was told to me, by a reliable Ministry source, who shall remain anonymous, that the wizards in question performed a ritual long thought to be lost in history; The Calling.

Instead of 'calling' a mate for each wizard, the spell beckoned one famous Muggle-born witch well-known for her staunch convictions, heroic acts of loyalty, and once bushy-hair.

In order of intimidating presence, her husband's as follows: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Marcus Flint, Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott and last, but not least, the only Gryffindor in the bunch, Charlie Weasley.

"Blimey, Harry! Draco Malfoy?" Ron exclaimed.

Harry turned his head and wondered at his friend. "Of all the names listed, you're worried about her married to Draco?"

"Why didn't she say something to us?" Ron asked, though, it was more of a rhetorical question – even though, he probably didn't know what rhetorical meant.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Because she hasn't said anything to us in two years, why would this be any different?"

Ron shrugged like he normally did when he didn't have an answer.

"Should we owl her?" Harry asked.

Ron shrugged again and took another bite of his bangers and mash.

Harry shook his head and made a mental note to owl her. He'd begun to regret his behavior long ago and was just too ashamed to apologize, but it was time. He'd left it too long.

Ron spoke again, jarring Harry out of his thought process. "Charlie didn't say a thing. Mum's prolly round the bend!"

Harry snorted and nodded. No doubt about that, Molly had disliked Hermione since fourth year; only tolerating the Muggle-born because of her value to the Order.

Ron shoved the rest of the food into his mouth, making Harry grimace. "'E ca' have 'er." The ill-mannered redhead pointed to the picture of Hermione that was posted at the bottom of the article.

Harry thought it was sixth year and she was scowling; probably at having her picture taken, he thought. Harry tilted his head looking at the picture closely. Hermione had been pretty even then, why hadn't they noticed?

She was half turned towards the camera with large wooden double doors in front of her. Harry recognized it as the entry to the library. She'd been entering the library and Collin had most likely called her name to take her picture, Harry surmised.

He smirked. Her hair was coming loose from its hasty bun and her wand was stuck holding it in place. Her robe sleeves were pushed up to her forearms, her tie was crooked and the top button of her blouse was undone. Her book bag was slung over a shoulder.

"You don't think she was pretty?" Harry asked his friend.

Ron swallowed and gulped down his pumpkin juice before peering at the picture again. He narrowed his eyes at the Savior of the Wizarding World and asked, "Are you barmey, Harry?" Making wild motions around his head, he said, "All that hair, and bossy, called me a baby." Ron shook his head. "No way, mate."

Before Harry could respond, a deep voice accompanied by a large, dark shadow moved to their table. "You are a baby and all that hair is beautiful."

Harry smiled and stood. "Charlie. How are you, Mate?"

They shook hands and Harry nodded to the large, frowning wizard standing just off to the side.

Ron snorted. "She's still bossy."

The frowning wizard stepped forward. "Some wizards like bossy."

Charlie smiled to ease the tension between Marcus and his little brother. "Gentlemen, no need to argue. We just came by to say hello. So, hello."

"And goodbye," Marcus added.

"Why the rush? Did she set your wands to vibrate when you strayed too far from home?" Ron sneered.

Marcus stopped walking mid step and Charlie groaned. His brother never knew when to just shut his mouth.

As Marcus went to do whatever he was going to do to Ron, Charlie intervened by placing a solid hand on the larger wizard's shoulder. "Let me. We are family after all. I have more pent up frustration," Charlie said.

Marcus' face twitched in concession. Inhaling, the imposing wizard stepped back and motioned for Charlie to get on with it.

(*) Last chapters of the article.

Though, I haven't spoken to Hermione, I do remember her rather vividly from Hogwarts. I remember her yelling and threatening and hexing, so to her new husbands, I say; Good Luck, and try not to make her angry.

Hermione was pacing back and forth, wondering why everyone thought she was such a pill. She was determined, yes. Persistent, assertive and confident. Nothing wrong with those attributes. She respected anyone that demonstrated them, so why was she villainized for them?

Draco and Blaise watched her pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. It was reminiscent of Marcus' pacing when Hermione had left before speaking to him. The only reason they were there was because they could feel how angry she was, and it seemed that she was getting angrier by the minute, though they couldn't understand why.

Draco couldn't care less what was printed about him, or anyone he knew in the papers. It was all rubbish any way; everyone knew that, especially his wife.

"Hermione," he tried. It was softly spoken, but instead of having the soothing effect he'd intended, she whipped around and pointed her small stiff finger at him. "Don't you 'Hermione' me, Draco Malfoy!"

She paused for good measure then went back to pacing.

Draco stood and was ready to share his thoughts on her directing her anger for someone or something else onto him, but he was interrupted by Blaise. "I think she needs to be fucked; good and hard."

Those words were calmly spoken by an aloof wizard with shocking blue eyes against a dark skinned face. Both Draco and Hermione stopped to look at him, one with an agreeable smirk and the other looking like a fish out of water.

Draco turned to face her and smiled. "Yes, I think you're right, Blaise. Perhaps, we should teach her how to speak to us."

This time Blaise smiled. It was predatory and leering and sent a thrill down her spine.

The beautiful dark wizard stood casually, gracefully, and both men advanced on her. Instinct made her take a few short steps back, but it was too late.

Grabbing her roughly, they Disapparated with a pop.

(*)

Charlie and Marcus walked in with satisfied smiles on their slightly swollen faces. Marcus had a bloody lip and his cheek was bruised. Charlie was sporting a darkened eye and possibly a broken nose. Both men were still feeling the rush of pure testosterone at physically tearing the mickey out of someone; or two someone's: Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.

It was terrible fun. They would no doubt have to pay damages to the café for tables broken and dishware strewn everywhere, especially when the other diners, who happened to be wizards, got involved, but it was worth it. A good time was had by all.

Charlie had saluted Ron in goodbye as Harry left smiling and clamping a friendly hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron smiled in return before they Disapparated.

Charlie and Marcus had gone shortly thereafter amidst diners and passersby having it out.

Marcus was still chuckling.

Charlie walked to the large windows of the flat and looked out. Marcus tossed a bag of frozen peas at him and he promptly placed them on his eye.

They both turned when they heard a yelp from 'the room'.

Marcus walked to the door and whispered the spell to unlock it. Opening it gently, he peered inside.

What graced his vision hardened his cock immediately.

Hermione was strapped to the spanking bench, bent over, naked, with her bum rosy from her punishment. Her legs were splayed and buckled to the joists of the bench.

He could see her puffy lips and the glisten of her arousal.

It was warm in the room, and both Draco and Blaise had their shirts off. Draco's chest was rising and falling quicker than Blaise's. He must have been the one to spank her.

Hermione was sniffling, but clearly, she loved what they were doing.

Marcus abandoned whatever thought he'd had and strode to where she was. Blaise just smirked. "She was rude to Draco earlier. We thought she needed corrective behavior."

Marcus didn't comment as he caressed the rosy globes of her bum. Her skin was hot.

"Is this right, Hermione, were you rude?" he asked. His finger was tracing circles closer and closer to her sex. He could see her clench in response, but she didn't respond verbally.

He bent over her and whispered in her ear. "You haven't learned your lesson, Princess?"

No answer.

Marcus lifted up and spanked her. Hard. So hard that not only did she scream, Draco and Blaise both jerked.

Lifting his stinging hand to once again caress the hot flesh, he asked her again. "Were you rude, Hermione?"

"Y-yes," she hiccupped.

"Yes, what?" Blaise prompted.

"Sir," she squeaked.

As reward, Marcus slid his finger inside of her wet channel and curled it. His thumb only grazed her clit, which had her begging. "Please. Please, I want to come."

"Not just yet, Princess. I want to watch." Marcus looked at Blaise and moved to sit down in one of the chairs in the corners of the room. They were stationed there for just this purpose; to allow for an audience.

Marcus may have been shy, but in this room, he could give in to his baser nature. He never hurt or harmed, only took what was freely given.

Charlie had plopped down on another chair and inhaled. "It seems we have ourselves a submissive, gentlemen. What a wonderful surprise," he said.

Charlie had only been in this room once before during his short association with these wizards. Flint, Malfoy and Zabini had split the cost and purchased it. The last time he'd been here, he'd accidently walked in on Pucey and his boy toy in flagrante. Charlie still couldn't get that visual out of his mind. He'd been so plagued by it that he'd entertained the idea of an Obliviate. Even gone so far as to ask Lucius to help. The elder had laughed and walked away shaking his head.

Hermione's deep breaths drew his eyes back to her.

Blaise was behind her cooing comfortingly and pushing his large cock in her arse. Charlie could hear the deep tones of Blaise murmuring to her, but couldn't make out what exactly he was saying. With each word, Blaise would pull out then push back in a little deeper, causing Hermione to keen with both pleasure and pain.

(*)

"Deep breaths, baby," Blaise said pushing into her.

"O-okay," she whispered, closing her eyes. He pushed deeper.

She felt his hands spread open the globes of her bottom and pull out slightly. "Feel good, Hermione?" he asked now gripping her hips.

"Yeess." Her words were breathy and lustful.

"Relax. I coming in," he said preparing her for him to be fully seated.

One last retreat then he surged forward sinking deeply within her. She let out a small gasp filled yelp and Blaise grunted with satisfaction.

"Don't let her rest, Blaise, make her feel it." It was Marcus and he was straining against his trousers. His periphery caught Charlie's up and down motion of his hand stroking his erection.

Blaise was now thrusting steadily, the sweat on his back made his dark skin shine under the dim light.

With every thrust, Hermione was offering an intoxicating feminine moan and it was getting louder with the increase of Blaise's speed. Soon, he was pistoning in and out of her. The air was so thick with their anticipated climax that each had to regulate his breathing to keep from joining them.

Draco was so turned on that his stepped in front of his wife and let her lips taste the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. She licked hungrily and sucked his shaft while Blaise pumped from the back.

"Hermione, I'm… soon, baby. So sweet. Sweet, sweet heaven… you feel-" Blaise was trying to form a sentence but the feeling of his cock inside of her arse rendered him incoherent.

The flutter of her channel in response to his stream of consciousness provoked his orgasm with an unexpected shout of appreciation for her. Draco came with a grunt on her chin and bottom lip. He looked at the mess on her face and bent to kiss her to which she responded passionately.

Hermione had no energy to hold herself up; her legs buckled and her chest pressed harder into the plane of the bench. She hiccupped and felt the tears still flowing freely. Her bum was hot and throbbing, and her center ached.

"I think she's done," Hermione heard Charlie say.

Blaise had pulled out and was no longer standing near her.

She felt a presence and sensed Marcus. His large, calloused palm smoothed the skin of her hip. His hand was so warm it raised gooseflesh in its wake. "One more time, Princess? Just once more," he cooed, aligning himself with her entry.

Sniffling, Hermione made a mewling sound, though it was not certain if it were acquiescence or resistance.

Marcus' gentle nature wouldn't let him push any farther in than the head of his cock, before he molded his body to hers and whispered in her ear. "Princess?"

Hermione was panting and weakly pushing her weight back up on her legs. Her bottom was moving slowly. "Yes, Marcus." It was faintly said, but it was enough.

Marcus surged forward burying himself inside of her. She was wet and hot, and her velvet walls were quivering around him.

He pumped twice and was already feeling the pressure in his belly. His balls tightened and he gripped her hips. "Hermione," he grunted.

With some effort, his hand slid from her hip down to between her legs. His finger stroked her clit once; her gasp was loud with her climax. The effect was instant. She clamped down on him and the pulsing around him sucked his essence from him.

If she thought she didn't have energy before, she really didn't have energy now. Hermione felt her husbands unbuckle her then carry her to the bed. The whole walk Draco whispered encouragement about how good she did and how proud they are of her, but it was when they all kissed her and covered her up that she realized that they were planning to leave her. She didn't want them to leave, she wanted them to soothe her bottom and give her some tender loving care, but instead, they were leaving.

She sat up and felt another round of tears coming, but before she could speak, Blaise stopped her by sitting next to her on the bed. "Theo. You need him for this."

That seemed to ease her concern. Blaise understood, but Theo was getting a little wonky and his magic was off. Hermione and he needed to consummate.