Levicorpus!

Hermione allows herself a small smile, knowing that without his wand, Ero is at her mercy. This is as the wizards say, check and mate.

“You are here for the next two hours,” she begins, her voice steady and firm.

“It is important that you tell me what you did, why you did it, and what you think your punishment should be.”

Ero tries to protest, but Hermione cuts him off sharply.

“Hermione—” he starts, but she interrupts him, her eyes narrowing.

“Miss Granger, Ero.”

Her voice is stern, and she continues,

“The next time you do not show me the proper respect, I will bypass your warm-up spanking, and we’ll get straight to business with the paddle, flogger, and strap.”

She smiles warmly, but there's an edge to it.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?”

Ero grinds his teeth, clearly frustrated, but complies.

“Miss Granger.”

Hermione nods, satisfied.

“Tonight is Quidditch,” Ero says, trying to reason with her.

“I am the Quidditch captain. I cannot miss practice. Surely you can let me off with a warning, or we can reschedule.”

Hermione cocks her head to one side, considering him. Without warning, her wand is in her hand, and she casts two spells in quick succession.

“Petrificus Totalis! Levicorpus!”

Her voice is calm and controlled, the voice of a seasoned witch who has battled the worst dark wizards imaginable.

Ero finds himself completely immobilized, hanging upside down, spinning slowly in a circle. Hermione grabs his chin, holding him still. Their faces are even, and as the blood rushes to his head, he sees her eyes blazing with the control she has over him. Her full, pink lips curl into a smirk as she pulls his chin up, so he’s **** to look her in the eyes.

She giggles and boops him on the nose.

“There, that’s better,” she says, her voice laced with amusement.

“Now, it seems like you are refusing to be accountable for your crimes, Ero. This just will not do. You embarrassed a lot of girls with that laundry prank, and now I have multiple trolls in the hallway asking for a peek at my pink satin knickers.”

She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Horace Boggleshins caught them before I could get to him and was snogging them before I could get them back. Horace Boggleshins, Mr. Apostasia. That disgusting Slytherin ogre, with his face buried in my knickers!”

She pulls back, her eyes flashing with anger.

“You have a lot of people to answer to, Mr. Apostasia. I’m just the one who gets first crack at you. You’re in for a long night, I’m afraid, sir. Let’s get you properly situated, and then we’ll start your punishment.”

Hermione gives him a chaste kiss on the forehead before setting him back on his feet, upright.

“Now that you know what I can do to you, Mr. Apostasia,” she says, grinning wickedly, “start thinking about what I could do to you if I really wanted to.”

“You have no wand, and even if you did, your magic isn’t even fit to sniff my knickers…”

She pauses, letting her words sink in.

“Let’s try for a bit of obedience, Ero. I want your hands on your head, and you will not, I repeat, will not resist me. I’m going to undress you now, Mr. Apostasia. Clothing is something you will not be needing for a while. At least, not your clothing…”