Thread: The Witch Trainer {darkest_fate&obscura}

It was impossible to deny that this year at Hogwarts had been significantly stranger than all of the rest. It wasn't as though any of Hermione's years at Hogwarts had been normal, exactlyVoldemort had been a constant presence, and even beyond that, it was a magical school for witches and wizardsbut still, this year somehow managed to set itself apart from the rest, the most troubling fact being that Gryffindor had fallen significantly behind. Each day, Slytherin's lead had increased until Slytherin was no less than four hundred points behind Gryffindor, which sat firmly in last place. The ten or fifteen points Hermione earned every day with correct answers to questions had barely made a dent. Something was evidently rotten within the state of Hogwarts, and Hermione, a problem-solver, had decided that her task for this year would be to right that wrong. Voldemort was gone. In the interest of empowering non-human beings, rather than speaking over them, Hermione had handed the ownership of S.P.E.W. off to a capable house-elf by the name of Whimsy. In other words, Hermione needed a projectand it didn't take her long to decide that sussing out the origin of the corruption obviously evident within the house points system was a task worthy of her attention. It would be naive to assume that Hogwarts would remain the same after Voldemort's vanquishing. While Defense Against the Dark Arts, among other courses, had remained, the curriculum had been restructured. New classes were offered, and new professors were hired, after being thoroughly vetted for any possible ties to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Hermione at first focused her investigation on Hogwarts' newer inhabitants, although it rapidly became clear that the corruption had spread to professors old and new. Something was causing these professors to dole out extra pointsand whatever this something was, it was something that was particularly within a Slytherin's inclinations, as they were quite obviously within the lead. It had seemed like just a rumor, at first. Slytherin girls trading certain kinds of...favors for house points. Hermione normally ignored that sort of chatter within the Gryffindor common room, finding it vulgar and uninteresting, but this time she had listened, and frighteningly enough, it made sense . The Slytherin girls were offering up their bodies in exchange for a leg up in the House rankings, and the professors, quite obviously, were accepting. She had been shocked, at first, bent on exposing this scandal for what it was, on sending off an owl to the Daily Prophet immediately. But something had given her pause. The Gryffindor girls hadn't considered degrading themselves in such a way, not like the Slytherins, and that was for good reason. But...surely, loving one's House meant doing what wasn't necessarily the right thing once in a while. If the Daily Prophet caught wind of the scandal, the House Points system would likely be done away with altogether, which meant that Gryffindor wouldn't lose...and, more importantly, Gryffindor wouldn't win . Ever again. It took a few days for Hermione to become amicable to the sort of martyrdom that the Slytherin girls had so readily displayedbecause for Hermione, she'd decided, it would be a sort of martyrdom, a willingness to sacrifice oneself for the greater cause. That was the best way to think of it, anyway. It had taken her a few more days to select her target. Not one of her old professors, certainly, this whole exercise was embarrassing enough. Instead, she'd chosen one of the new ones one Professor Samara, whose specialty lay in Arcane Technologies. He seemed intelligent, and Hermione hoped against hope that he would offer her the means to earn some extra points by grading papers for him, or something similar. Surely every professor wasn't as corrupt as Snape was. This was what found Hermione storming into Professor Samara's office, when Slytherin's lead had increased by another hundred points within the space of an hour, and Hermione just couldn't stand it any longer. I trust you've read my letters. I'm sure you find my concerns veryconcerning She cut herself off frustratedly. Slytherin hasn't had this much of a lead in at least twenty years, according to Hogwarts A History. Something is very wrong, and I don't want to point fingers, butI suspect that Professor Sn...er, someone, has been unfairly awarding points. It's the Slytherin girls, they're practically selling themselves for House points, and I was wondering...perhaps there was something I could do to remedy things. Papers you need grading, or some sort of tutoring, or... Hermione flushed. O-or I might consider that sort of thing, maybe, but I would prefer to At first, Hermione thought that she'd misheard him. E-excuse me? Surely he hadn't told her to show him her panties, had he? She knew she ought to slap him and storm out of the room, to report him to the Daily Prophet for even asking such a thing, but...Hermione had offered. She had been the initiator. And...she'd promised herself that she would consider it. What good was a loyal student of the Gryffindor house if she wouldn't do anything for it? Hermione took a deep breath, sliding her hands down the front of her skirt, and hesitating, her fingertips grazing the top of her thigh-high stockings. R-right here, you mean? she asked, realizing that she was stalling. All that it was was showing him. Was that such a terrible thing? Just that, and she would get her house points. She took another deep breath, and grasped the hem of her skirt, her eyes cast to the side as she slid it up, revealing snow-white panties, with a small pink bow neat at the top.