Chapter 23

"Hermione? What is she doing here?" Harry looked in surprise at his long time friend as she fell to the floor.

"Ignore her, Harry," Tonks said. Harry turned his head to face her and was met with a hard slap to the right side of his face.
"That is for running away when I told you I'm pregnant," Tonks commented. She moved to slap him again and Harry winced as his left cheek now also stung.
"That one is for use of the names," she clarified. He actually let out a whimper when Tonks raised both hands, but this time she used them to to hold his face and leaned in to kiss him deeply.
"And that was for doing the right thing," she said, a little flustered, after she released him.

"Does that mean... you accept?" Harry softly asked.

"Of course I accept, ya goof," Tonks clarified. "I would love to marry you, Mr. Potter."
She held out her hand for him and trembling only a little, Harry slid the ring on her finger.

"Hope it's good... I wasn't sure, but..." he mumbled.

"I love it," Tonks assured him. She held up her hand to inspect it visually when a groan from across the room revealed Hermione had started to wake up again.

"What is she doing here? Is that... my cloak?" Harry looked over and frowned.

"I bet it is, mister. Leave her to me, we're going to have a girl talk. Don't you have Quidditch to get to?" Tonks countered.

"Oh Merlin, Angelina will murder me!" Harry jumped up, leant back down to kiss Tonks again, and moved to go to the door.
"Nym... are you sure?" he asked before stepping outside.

"I am, hero. We can talk later, including about when and where you got this beautiful ring for me," Tonks said, giving him a smile as she indicated the door. Harry rushed out and Tonks turned to face Hermione, who was holding her head and whimpering a little.
"You are in a lot of trouble, missy," Tonks told her.

–-

Harry rushed to the Quidditch field with broom in hand. A little flying might clear his head, he thought. He suppressed a groan as he entered the locker room and saw Angelina waiting for him, dressed in her team gear.

"You're late, Potter," Angelina informed him. "For that, you get to deal with the fan-girls who are only here to ogle boys instead of trying out."

"Why me? Can't the twins do it?" Harry whined.

"They can, but they, unlike you, were on time," Angelina informed him. "Go change and meet me on the field ASAP. It looks like half the younger years turned out for this one." She stuck out her tongue and turned to walk out.

Harry opened his locker and frowned when he found his Seeker gloves and other gear, but his team jersey was missing.
"Great, Angie will kill me if I show up in my normal clothes," he grumbled, then had an idea. "Dobby!" he called out.

The enthusiastic House Elf popped up to his right and immediately said, "The Great Harry Potter Sir is callings?"

"Hey again Dobby," Harry gave the small Elf a smile. "Err... do you think you can find my Quidditch robes for me?"

Dobby nodded his head and popped out, only to re-appear almost instantly, with empty hands. "Dobby is findings them... but they is dirty," he said, eyes downcast.

"Really? Where were they?" Harry asked.

"They is in Great Harry Potter Sir's Grangey's bed, Dobby thinks she is being sleepings in them and being naughty," Dobby informed them. "They is having wet spots," he added at Harry's blank look.

"Wha... urgh..." Harry looked away for a moment. "Can you... err... wash them? Thoroughly?" he asked.

"Dobby wills makes sure Dobby does," the Elf nodded. "But they is not beings ready in time for Great Harry Potter Sir's flying. Should Dobby punish himself?" he looked a little fearful.

"No, no, that's quite all right..." Harry sighed. "Thanks, Dobby. I'll just have to weather Angie's wrath." Dobby popped out and Harry resignedly walked to the field, muttering. "Hermione, what the hell are you thinking... I feel I should spank you."

–-

A slap resounded through Tonks's living quarters as the paddle met a reddening cheek once more. Hermione was tied up in magically conjured ropes, hovering a little above the ground as Tonks' magic lifted her. Her clothes were on the chair near the door, her wand on top of them, leaving her bare rear unprotected from the hovering paddle that was primed to spank her at Tonks's wand movements.

She would no doubt be protesting or crying out loudly, if not for the gag that had been stuffed in her mouth.

"Not so much fun is it, being the one naked with others watching? Well, you deserve it. And more. I am of half a mind to obliviate you back to before Hogwarts," Tonks said in a heated tone. Hermione whimpered, although it was not clear if this was because of the words, or because of the spanking she was getting.
"But my hero won't let me, I think. For some reason he still considers you to be a friend, despite you stealing from him and spying on us." Tonks inclined her head towards the chair near the door, on which Harry's invisibility cloak lay.

"And I do love him so much," Tonks smiled softly, inspecting the ring on her hand.

The paddle continued to deliver spanks to alternating cheeks even without Tonks watching. A particularly loud whimper brought her attention back to the tied up witch.

"You overheard far too much, now. I don't know if I can trust you with the knowledge that Harry and I are going to have a baby soon or that he asked me to marry me. What's stopping you from running to Dumbledore?"

Hermione's slow rotation had brought her face back in view and she now loudly mumbled into the gag, as if to say something.

"Oh? You have something to say?" Tonks gave her wand a swish and the paddle stopped its descent to Hermione's right arse cheek at the same time the gag disappeared from her mouth.

"I... I won't tell," Hermione sniffled. "Please... forgive me for spying on you two?"

"No, I don't think so," Tonks scuffed. "Not yet, any way."

"Please! Don't gag me again!" Hermione pleaded. "I... I'll take an oath not to tell! I'll swear fealty to you! Anything!"

"Let me think about it," Tonks decided. She waved her wand and the gag re-appeared, and the paddle resumed its descent to Hermione's unprotected rear, landing with a smack.

–-

"Harry! Watch out!" Harry woke up from his daze to see a Bludger smack with full force against a bat straight in front of his face, placed there by Fred or George.

"Were you day-dreaming? Don't let Angie see it!" the Weasley twin shot him a smile and flew after the Bludger on his way to the other side of the field.

Harry chided himself. Being up in the air, ostensibly to watch the tryouts of the Chasers from above, had relaxed him so much that he had indeed started dreaming... dreaming about Nym. Nym who was pregnant. With his kid. He was going to be a father...

"Harry! What the hell is wrong with you today?" an annoyed Angelina flew up beside him.

"Nothing! I'm paying attention," Harry lied.

"Oh really? Who did Ginny just pass the Quaffle to, then?" she tested him.

"Errr... that girl?" Harry pointed out a third year whose name he didn't recall.

Angelina's eyes narrowed. "Lucky guess," she grumbled. "Okay, go shower. You're bloody useless to us today."

"Look, I'm sorry, but –" Harry started to protest.

"Can it, Potter," the dark skinned Chaser gave him an annoyed wave and flew back down.

Harry began to lower his broom towards the ground. Going back to Nym sounded like a better plan, he admitted. His mind was definitely not with the sport.

–-

"A – and I swear, on my magic, that I will not reveal what I discovered today," Hermione said, her voice wavering. "Please, Tonks, let me down now?"

Tonks nodded and gave the girl a small push. Hermione let out a whimper as she started slowly spinning again in all directions, still hovering in the air.

"No, you can stay in place a little longer until I'm absolutely sure you've learned your lesson. I am going for lunch and see if I can find my Harry. When I come back I'll consider letting you down," Tonks informed her.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock and she blurted out, "What? No! You have to stop this, I'm getting dizzy! And I took the oath and all! You can't just –"

Tonks gave her own wand a wave, and the gag re-appeared in Hermione's mouth. "You just hang around and I'll forgive you later," Tonks quipped, then added a little maliciously: "The more you struggle, the more you get spanked. If I were you I'd just keep silent and think for now." She gave the girl a meaningful glare and then walked out of her personal quarters and into the DADA classroom.

As soon as the door closed behind the departing metamorphmagus Hermione began to struggle to get free, but the moment she thought she might get her arms free, the paddle rose up from the floor and moved towards her rear. She froze her movements, and the paddle slowly descended back to the floor. Whimpering, she tried to ignore the feeling of nausea and hoped that at least the slow spinning would stop again soon, and she'd end up somewhat upright.

–-

Harry was half in a daze as he walked in the general direction of the Great Hall on his way back from the Quidditch field, his broom left in the dressing room for now, when he was suddenly pulled backwards.

He let out a startled, 'Hey!' as he disappeared out of the corridor and into an empty room.

"Gotcha, love," Tonks beamed at him. Taking advantage of his surprise, she leant in to kiss him.

"Oh Nym," Harry mumbled against her mouth. He wrapped his hands around her and slowly guided her to a school desk that stood nearby. Tonks sat down on top of it and Harry stepped between her legs, taking advantage of her new position to fully embrace her. She did the same, admiring his muscular torso as their tongues wrestled.

"You made me so happy, hero," Tonks said once they released each other's mouths. "I love the ring... when and where did you get it?" She held out her hand, inspecting it on her finger again.

Harry beamed at her reaction. "Dobby got it for me... I sent him to Gringotts to get some Galleons to buy one with, I had it planned for the next time we got to the Alley, but he came back with that box. Apparently it is the same ring my grandfather Charlus used when he proposed to Dorea."

Tonks held up her hand and watched as the gold reflected the light from the window. "Well I'm glad he did... and that explains why it seems perfect for me. We Black witches demand the best, Mister," she said, then stuck out her tongue.

"Just ask, and if it's in my power to provide, I will," Harry said solemnly. The effect was only spoiled by Tonks giggling slightly as he tried to get all serious.

"In that case... I could use a foot rub," she joked, sticking out her right foot. To her surprise, Harry grabbed it and began taking off her shoe. "Hey, I was joking," she protested.

"You asked for it, you'll get it," Harry cheekily said, and brushed his fingers over the underside of her now only sock-clad foot.

"Harreee! Don't! You know I'm ticklish there!" Tonks pleaded.

"Oh really?" Harry asked, exaggeratedly raising an eye-brow and tickled her again. "And here?"

"Harry! Oh!" Tonks wriggled, but her foot was stuck. "Don't you dare!"

Harry stuck out his tongue to her and wriggled his fingers under her foot.

The high-pitched laughter would have scared off even a Banshee, had Tonks not cast a silencing spell on the door before intercepting her man.

–-

With most of the Hogwarts student body and professors in the Great Hall or outside for lunch, Luna had the corridors to herself as she skipped through them.

"Hello Professor Tockwortle," she halted in front of a portrait of a man wearing sixteenth Century clothes, who was dozing a little.

"Ah, Luna was it?" the old instructor yawned. "Good to see you so happy, my girl. Good news?"

"Oh, the most wonderful. All my socks and shoes and knickers have re-appeared in my trunk today," Luna informed him. "I think the Nargles must have brought them back."

"Nargles? I think it more likely to be House Elves," the painting gently corrected her.

Luna's eyes turned even wider. "Do you mean, that the House Elves and Nargles are in it together?" she asked, her voice showing her excitement.

"Errr... no... that's not what I meant, but –"

"Thank you, Professor! Today is the day I will trap one, I am sure!" Luna interrupted him, gave him a curtsy, and skipped away again.

The painting watched after her as best as he could from his frame. "Odd girl," he remarked to himself. "Very polite and intelligent, but very odd."

Luna halted in front of a door. She was at the DADA classroom, she knew, but the last time she had been in there, there had not been any Nargles. Maybe this time though?

The door was locked, but that was nothing an unlocking charm could not correct. The classroom was empty of Nargles or Wrackspurts or Heliotropes, though.

"Now, if I were a Nargle, where would I be?" Luna mused aloud. She knelt under a few desks, inspecting them, but found nothing except a forgotten quill tip.

Then she noticed a small whimper coming from the door behind the teacher's desk. "A whimper? But it is the wrong season for Whimpering Wallabis, not to mention the wrong continent," Luna said softly. 'Never speak too loud, or you might scare an invisible animal', her father often said.

On tip toes she made her way over to the door and tried the handle, finding it locked again.

"Now what is whimpering behind not one locked door, but two?" Luna tilted her head and looked at the door again. The door did not change, which satisfied her. Again she took her wand from behind her ear and aimed it at a lock, casting 'Alohamora'. The door opened, and Luna stepped through.

"Oh, hello, Hermione Granger. Are you hunting for Nargles as well?" Luna didn't appear surprised at all at the sight in front of her. Hermione was still tied up, rotating softly around and upside down and was gagged. Not to mention she was naked and had a red glowing bottom. Luna didn't need to wonder long exactly why Hermione's rear was red, as the moment she entered the room Hermione began to struggle and a paddle rose from the floor to deliver some hard spanks to the tied up girl.

Hermione looked at Luna with slightly teared eyes and yelled something in her gag.

Luna blinked slowly. "I have to admit, Hermione Granger, that I never tried this method of catching Nargles before. I don't believe they are attracted to naked girls, or I would surely have caught one before. We did an all nude hike through Sweden only two years ago, at least until the nice Muggle pleasemen came and took my daddy away," she informed the trapped brunette.

Hermione yelled something else in her gag, shaking her head as she did so. Luna frowned. "Oh, don't worry, Hermione Granger. Daddy explained to them what was going on and they let him go. We are not allowed to do more nude hiking though."

Hermione struggled some more and the paddle rose up from the floor again. Hermione's eyes went wide and she tried to freeze in place – not easy if you were tied up and rotating – while Luna just looked at the scene.

"Oh, now I understand," Luna told Hermione. "It is all part of some ritual, right?"

Hermione whimpered as the paddle spanked her hard on her left arse cheek. Before it could spank her again, Luna reached out and grabbed it. She gave her own thigh a small spank with it and let out a yelp, dropping it to the floor. "Ow! That feels very uncomfortable," she told Hermione.

Hermione nodded and whimpered some more.

"Really?" Luna's eyes went wide again. "Oh, okay then. If you want me to leave you alone, I'll –"

'Mmmm! Mmmm!' Hermione protested, shaking her head. To her relief, when Luna had grabbed the paddle she seemed to have broken the spell on it, for it didn't rise up.

Luna blinked. "Well... okay, then," she said, softly. She stepped closer to Hermione and grabbed her with both hands. Hermione let out a small sigh of relief through her gag as she stopped spinning and Luna gently rotated her so she was hovering right side up again. Although Luna didn't seem inclined to untie her yet.

Luna instead blushed as she still held Hermione by her sides. "I... I've never done this before," she mumbled. "But, since you insist..."

Hermione was now the one with wide eyes as Luna knelt down in front of her, her mind racing to interpret what was happening. 'Oh Merlin, she's not going to–'

Hermione's train of thought derailed as a soft tongue licked across her exposed lower area, and a moan escaped from around the gag. No matter how degrading Tonks's torture had been to her, right now Hermione was one frustrated witch... and Luna seemed intent on relaxing her.

Someone entering the room now would almost not seen Luna as she was nearly completely hidden from view with Hermione's legs resting over her shoulders, at least until Hermione tried to clamp them close to pull the blonde in further. On and on Luna went, encouraged by Hermione's moans and seemingly erratic movements, until she screamed in her gag again, this time a scream of joy, not pain.

Flushing all over Luna got back on her feet, her face and fingers shining with the proof Hermione had really enjoyed her ministrations.

"Oh... that was so much nicer than I thought it'd be," Luna said in her ethereal voice as she looked up and seemed to spot the gag in Hermione's mouth for the first time.

"Oh! Well that won't do," Luna declared. Gently she reached for the cloth, and pulled it out of Hermione's mouth.

Hermione licked her lips and opened and closed her locked jaw a few times before focusing on the girl standing in front of her.
"Luna... just... what was that?" Hermione asked.

"That was a great start, don't you think?" Luna beamed at her. "Here, have a taste." She leant in, and to her own surprise, Hermione realised she opened her mouth for the other girl's kiss. A small part of her realised she was tasting herself on the blonde's tongue, but that voice was increasingly getting more quiet while Luna's hands ran over her body.

"This was so much better to find than a Nargle," the not-quite-all-there blonde said softly after breaking the kiss. "Hermione Granger?"

"Y – Yes, Luna?" Hermione was confused, embarrassed, happy, and more confused, all at the same time. She shook her head to clear it and watched the other girl intently.

"I would love to do this some more. And maybe you can tie me up and spank me, later?" Luna asked, blushing.

Hermione blinked and bit her lower lip. She focused on Luna's hopeful face and something inside her seemed to flip a mental switch. "Okay..." she agreed. "Let's go find a place we can be in private then. And Luna... it's Hermione."

"Oh thank you, Hermione," Luna said as she beamed at her new friend. She stepped closer and gently lowered Hermione fully to the floor. The moment Hermione's somewhat unsteady feet touched the ground the hovering spell broke and the brunette witch staggered forwards as best as she could, still tied up. Luna giggled and then started to untie her.

–-

Having more or less forgotten about the tied up girl halfway across the school, Tonks and Harry were heavily flushed as well as they re-dressed. The tickling session had turned into more and even though it had been quick and dirty – literally, in the somewhat abandoned classroom – both felt it had been worth it.

"Shall we send a note with Hedwig then?" Harry spoke up.

"Huh?"

"Your parents. Shall we send Hedwig with a note?" Harry clarified.

Tonks shuddered. "Oh, Merlin and Morgana combined... mum and dad will kill me," she whined.

"Nah... they love you, Nym. Just like I do," Harry said, embracing her.

Tonks relaxed in the embrace, then broke it off with a determined look. "Nothing to it, mister. Tomorrow I'm sneaking us out of the school – I'll make up some business with Bonesy if I must – and you and I are going to have to face up to mum and dad in person," she informed him.

Harry was silent a bit, and then nodded. "Okay... at least if they kill us, we'll go together, right?"

Tonks looked at him to see if he was serious, then saw his eyes glisten. She let out a small giggle that was met by Harry's laugh.

No matter what, they would face their problems together.

A/N: Thanks to my fellow firefly81 for looking it over. You rock!

Do her a favour and check out her story, it's a Hermione/multi that is not a Dramione, is well written, and actually funny at parts. Story ID 9860504, Sudden Changes.