Rating: R
Word Count: 4118
Characters: Madeleine Yaxley (OC), Cartimandua Venuti-Yaxley (OC), unnamed seventh year (OC), unnamed freckled third year (OC), Rabastan Lestrange, Professor Sprout, Professor Slughorn, Severus Snape, Lily Evans, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew

Madeleine was in agony. The once-sweet sensation of being just on the point of climax had quickly become unbearable torment. Try as she might, her mind could focus on nothing but the need for release. She couldn't distract herself with reading. Food held no interest. Every time she tried to sleep, disturbing nightmares of hot, sweat-slick flesh and grasping hands woke her, and she spent the rest of the night twined in clammy sheets, grinding her teeth in frustration and staring at the ceiling.

To her credit, her mother did not pester her with questions about why she had come home early from her Christmas holiday. She could see that her daughter was upset, and drew her own conclusions as to the cause. Madeleine, for her part, shut herself in her room and let her mother assume that teenage drama and heartbreak were all that troubled her.

But Madeleine's heart was far from broken. Her "love" for Rabastan had evaporated the instant she realised what he and his family had done to her. He had never loved her, she was certain, and he had let her make a fool of herself over him. She laughed bitterly when she thought about how gullible she had been.

The hex ate at her like Doxy bites. She had rubbed herself raw the first night, trying in vain for some relief. She knew now that they had been right; nothing she could do for herself would do her a bit of good.

To keep herself from going mad, she began spending day and night in what had once been her father's study, searching the collection of magic books for something -- anything -- that might hint at a way of reversing the effects of the spell. She had never been much of a student, but overnight, she became a researcher, seeking connections, formulating and discarding theories, experimenting and failing to improve her lot by a single iota.

More than anything, Madeleine wished she could talk to her mother about what had happened. She knew that, if she did, her mother would probably have an idea or know someone who could help her. But she was ashamed to confess the circumstances that had led to her predicament.

There was also the nagging worry in the back of her mind that her mother would have no better luck than she had had in finding a cure, and would force her to marry Rabastan to break the spell. Madeleine would never let that happen. She swore to herself that she would fuck a Muggle before she would let a Lestrange or a Black touch her again.

Now, there was an idea! The look on Rabastan's face if she told him she had spread her legs for some Muggle instead of him, to break his stupid hex, was sweet to contemplate. There was some appeal, too, in the idea of finding a stranger -- someone she would never have to see again -- who had no idea who she was -- who would never be able to tell anyone who knew her. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not a Muggle. The thought made her shudder.

They had caught her in a neat trap, she realised. If she went to anyone but Rabastan to break the spell, he would be sure to find out, and he would smear her name all over the Wizarding community, ruining any chance she might still have of making a good marriage. And if she did let Rabastan do it to her (and here, she shuddered again), she would have to marry him.

"To hell with him!" she said aloud. "To hell with all of them!"

If it was a choice between marrying the slimy bastard who had done this to her, or being branded a slut, there was only one thing to do. If this was the way "good" pure-blood witches and wizards did things, then she wanted no part of it. She was just going to have to find someone and use him to break the hex. The only thing that troubled her was the promise she had made to her mother to stay pure. But if Bellatrix had been right, she'd broken that promise, unknowing, the first time Rabastan had touched her.

The new year seemed to take eons to arrive. Fortunately for Madeleine, her mother had no new man visiting for the holidays, or some very awkward situations might have occurred. By the time she boarded the Hogwarts Express to return to school, she felt almost ready to pounce on the nearest hapless male and get it over with.

Still, she managed to control herself through an enormous effort of will, finding an empty compartment on the train and glaring at everyone who tried to come in. If every male was a prospect, and every corner an opportunity, that was one thing, but she realised she must make herself proceed with something approaching rationality.

There were perhaps five hundred students at Hogwarts, about half of whom were male, and a little less than half of those her age or older. She knew she could not bring herself to do it with a Muggle-born, which still left her with perhaps slightly fewer than a hundred options. Fewer still, if she decided she cared if they had girlfriends or not.

And that was not including the professors. That was a thought that might bear consideration. Most teenage boys would blab their conquests all over the school. But if she could corner a professor, and somehow get him into the right mood, he would never be able to tell anyone, for fear of losing his place.

But who were her options? Professor Slughorn certainly took an avuncular interest in students from his house, but he was so fat, and she couldn't look at him without thinking of a walrus. Tiny Professor Flitwick probably had a tiny cock, maybe too small to break the hex, though the thought of going to bed with him made her giggle. Professor Cameron, this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts master, reminded her too much of the Creepy One. The Care of Magical Creatures master, Professor Kettleburn, was rumoured to have lost certain necessary parts in a Hell-Hound attack several years ago. The Headmaster himself was much too old for such thoughts. The caretaker, Mr Filch, was a Squib. And Hagrid, the groundkeeper -- If everything about him was in proportion --

The thought made her traitorous loins twitch with bestial eagerness. She hated how deliciously exciting she found the prospect. But Hagrid was probably stupid enough that he would tell someone, and then she'd be a laughingstock. She would be ruined, possibly in more ways than one.

She had thought her suffering could not possibly get any worse, until she entered the Great Hall for the feast that night, and found every face at the Slytherin table leering at her.

He had told them all.

Face flaming, looking neither right nor left, she marched to an empty seat and threw herself into it, glaring at the table in front of her so hard she was surprised it didn't crack.

And then it began.

"Would you like a roll, Yaxley?" asked a seventh year boy.

"Nah," replied a freckle-faced third year, grinning. "She'll have the spotted dick, I think."

"She'll need something more filling than that!" declared Severus Snape, gesturing with his fork at a plate of large sausages.

Amid the hail of bawdy jests and crude puns, Madeleine slammed her seat back and stalked out of the dining hall. As she left, she caught sight of Rabastan Lestrange sitting with some of his friends. He didn't say anything; just grinned at her and licked his lips.

She stormed down to the Slytherin dungeon in a black humour. Thankfully, the common room was empty, as was her own dorm. Seven other girls normally shared the room. Madeleine had never been close to them, and was glad they were not there now; they would only have added cattiness to the list of things she had had to endure today. This way, she could pretend to be asleep by the time they came in.

She hated every single one of them. Not just the Slytherins -- though she knew they would be especially horrible to her about her current predicament -- but this whole damned school. She had never been terribly good at making friends, but it hadn't ever bothered her until now. Now every single one of them was laughing at her, and she needed one of them to help her out of this mess.

Not a Slytherin, she decided. After the scene in the Great Hall, she could never bring herself to swallow her pride enough to bed down with one of those asses. They were probably placing bets right now on who she would shag and how long she could hold out. That left her pool of prospective conquests a good deal smaller, since many of the pure-blood student body belonged to Slytherin house.

If she wanted to get back at Rabastan, she realised, bedding a Gryffindor would be sweetest. The rivalry between the two houses was almost as old as the school itself. If she spread her legs for a Gryffindor, it would be a slap in the face to all of Slytherin. But that left only about twenty prospects, and it would take all her wiles, she feared, to overcome the inter-house rivalry, and appeal to the randy teenage boy underneath.

Monday began with double Herbology, which, as luck would have it, Slytherin shared with Gryffindor. Madeleine did her best to avoid her housemates as much as possible, grabbing a quick breakfast in the Great Hall before hurrying down through the snow-filled grounds to Greenhouse Two, which was magically heated and mercifully empty.

She sighed with relief, doing her best not to look at the suggestively-shaped fruit of the plants growing along the back wall. She had spent all night dreaming about the third year with the freckles and that damned plate of sausages. The sooner the hex was broken, the better.

Choosing a seat, Madeleine sat down and tried her best to think about anything but sex. When this proved impossible, she hummed to herself determinedly, and tried to think of nothing at all until the rest of the class began to trickle in.

James Potter and his friends were the first to arrive. Now, that was a possibility. Despite being a lowly fourth year like herself, James was one of the most popular boys in the school. He was a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and would probably make Captain in a year or two. Even better, as far as Madeleine was concerned, there was no boy in the school the Slytherins hated more. Better still, he was a pure-blood. It was widely known that he had his eye on Lily Evans, true, but everyone said that was just because she was Severus Snape's girlfriend, and James would do anything to annoy him.

When young, redheaded Professor Sprout told the class to split into pairs, Madeleine saw James call out to Lily, but she only sniffed and moved closer to Severus, who took her hand, flashing the Gryffindor Chaser a smug look. Madeleine realised then that Sirius Black, James's best friend, was missing from the class.

Quickly, she stepped toward James, almost shoving Peter Pettigrew out of her way.

"I'll work with you," she said, giving him her most seductive smile. She wondered what his face would look like as he slid inside her, and whether that would be enough, or if she would have to let him finish to break the hex.

He shrugged, smiling back at her. "Okay by me."

Peter, disappointed, moved over to sit with Remus Lupin.

The assignment for the day was to prune the wolfsbane plants they had been cultivating since September. Wolfsbane, Professor Sprout had informed them, was a very important ingredient in experimental treatments for werewolves.

Madeleine couldn't have cared less about half-breed monsters, but James seemed to know a lot about them, and a lot about the plants they were caring for. She listened with feigned interest, and praised him for his cleverness, laughing prettily at all his jokes, and "accidentally" touching him every chance she got.

Once, she looked up and caught Rabastan looking at her through narrowed eyes. She smiled brightly at him, and moved closer to James.

When class ended, she laid a hand on James's arm and asked if she could have a word with him in private.

"Sure," he said, waving Peter and Remus off.

Together, they headed back up through the snow to the castle, and double Potions, which their houses also shared.

"What's on your mind, Yaxley?" he asked, following Lily and Severus with his eyes until a mob of seventh years coming in from Care of Magical Creatures blocked his view.

Madeleine took a deep breath and dove straight in. "I like you, James," she said. "You're smart and funny and good-looking. That Evans girl must be mad not to want to shag you rotten."

James grinned at that. "Must be," was all he said, though.

"So, I was thinking," Madeleine went on, encouraged, as they climbed the steps toward the huge double doors into the castle. "Do you want to meet up sometime? Tonight maybe?"

He paused in the doorway and looked at her. "You mean, like a date? Where would we go, the library?"

She laughed dutifully along with him at his joke, then moved closer, her fingers brushing the front of his trousers. "I was thinking somewhere a little more private," she said suggestively. "Somewhere we could really get to know one another."

She held her breath as James looked her up and down thoughtfully. At last, he sighed.

"You're a very pretty girl, Yaxley," he said. "I'm not saying I'm not tempted. But I'm afraid my heart and Parts South belong to Evans, mad or not."

Madeleine's fingers balled into fists at her sides, but she made one last effort. "I understand that, James, and I certainly wouldn't want to stand in the way of true love. But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, does it? I won't tell anyone. It can be our secret."

James opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment, Professor Slughorn swept through the Entrance Hall on his way to the dungeons.

"Come along, you two," he said. "You'll be late for class."

As they hurried along in his substantial wake, James muttered, "Sorry, Yaxley. It's just not going to happen."

When they entered the Potions classroom, Madeleine turned away from James without another word, and went to stand near Remus instead, again bumping Peter out of the way. Eagerly, Peter hurried off to pair up with James.

Remus seemed confused to find himself paired with the Slytherin girl. He was an odd, quiet boy, but not at all bad-looking, Madeleine thought. Bagging him wouldn't be quite the shocker James would have been, and she was disappointed about that, but he was a half-blood, and that was almost as good. She imagined his brown eyes, wide with astonishment, if she pushed him back across the desk and straddled him.

They were working on a Wit-Sharpening potion that day, and as the lesson wore on, Madeleine began to think she was going to need to dose Remus with it. He seemed simply not to notice her advances. He was pleasant enough, and unfailingly polite, in his quiet way, but whenever she rested her hand on his arm, he just looked baffled. She tried turning up the heat a little, licking her lips, sucking suggestively on the tip of her wand, brushing him with her breasts, but nothing worked. It was almost as maddening as the hex itself.

At the end of the lesson, she decided not to press the issue, giving it up as a bad job. She turned away from Remus, and was about to go up to lunch when Professor Slughorn called her up to his desk.

"I'd like a word with you, Miss Yaxley, if you have a moment?"

When she nodded, he invited her to pull up a chair next to the big, oak desk.

"I want to discuss your recent behaviour, young lady," he began, looking unusually serious. "I overheard a little of your conversation with Mr Potter in the Entrance Hall, and I doubt anyone in this class missed that business just now with Mr Lupin. It's simply got to stop. Such behaviour is not appropriate in a school environment, especially considering your age."

The hex made it almost impossible for Madeleine to sit still. Perhaps this was the best opportunity she would have to finish it, once and for all. Imagining the walrus mustache tickling between her thighs, she leaned closer to the old man, displaying an abundance of cleavage.

"And how are you going to make me stop, Professor?" she asked, placing her palms flat on her knees and raising her skirt a little higher. "Are you going to lay me across that big old desk and spank me?"

"Miss Yaxley!" he cried, scandalised. "I am your teacher, and old enough to be your grandfather! You may be lovely girl, but this behaviour simply cannot continue. You will cease making a scandal of yourself at once, or else --"

"Or else what, Professor?" she purred. "You'll tell old Headmaster Dumbles? Well, maybe he'll appreciate what I have to offer, if you don't."

"Or else," continued Professor Slughorn, trying to pretend he had not heard her, "I will personally write a letter to your mother and see what she has to say about appropriate comportment in a well-bred young lady, and what it means to the honour of your family name," he finished firmly.

She froze. Her mother would be horrified, and Madeleine was not sure whether she would believe about the hex if she told her about it now. Even if she did, what could her mother do about it? Hadn't Madeleine tried every imaginable way of breaking it already? No, it would never do for her mother to find out now.

Feigning meekness, she apologised to Professor Slughorn, telling him it wouldn't happen again. He seemed to accept her word, probably because he didn't wish to know any more about the matter. She knew he hated personal confrontations; he would much rather be on good terms with everyone. Looking relieved, he sent her on her way.

She headed up to lunch, her mind whirring. The only solution was to get herself fucked, and soon.

She had briefly considered James and Remus's friend Sirius, who was an almost unfairly good-looking boy, and nearly as popular and loathed by the Slytherins as James himself. But he was a Black, even if he was in disfavour, and hadn't she already sworn to herself that she would never touch one of that family again? No, he wouldn't do at all.

If only she could find someone who wouldn't blab it all over the school. Then everything could go back to normal. What kind of boy would do what she needed him to, and never tell? If only she could Obliviate him after, but she wasn't sure of her skill with Obliviation. It might not work at all, and then she would be in twice as much trouble, for trying to Obliviate someone without a license. What she really needed was someone who would not be believed, even if he did tell.

James Potter looked up from his Potions book when the door opened. "What the hell happened to you, Pete?" he asked, making the other two look up from where they were studying, sprawled on their various beds. "We missed you at lunch. You look like you've just seen McGonagall in her knickers."

Peter's normally well-behaved straw-coloured hair was sticking up at odd angles around his pale face. Both his mouth and eyes were wide open, but he looked as though the power of speech had deserted him.

"What's up, Pete?" Remus asked, concerned. He got up and guided the shorter boy to a seat on his bed.

"Maddy," said Peter hoarsely.

"Maddy?" asked Sirius thickly from his bed, where he had been all day, nursing a cold. "You mean Madeleine Yaxley? Black hair? Slytherin?"

Peter nodded.

"What happened?" James asked again, setting his book aside. Clearly whatever had happened was much more important than his Potions essay.

"I -- she -- we were -- I was just walking down the Charms corridor," Peter babbled. "Just walking, you know?"

The other three nodded encouragingly, leaning closer with interest.

"She was there. I don't know what she was doing. We were -- no one else was around. Anyway, I went to walk by her, and she said my name."

"Your name?" asked Sirius, puzzled.

"She did," Peter replied, nodding. "She said, 'do you have a second, Peter?' So I stopped, didn't I? Well, what else could I do?!"

"Perfectly reasonable," murmured Remus.

"And then -- then -- she kissed me!" he gasped.

"What?!" cried Sirius, leaping from his bed. "Bloody hell! That's never happened to me!"

"Well done, Pete!" grinned James, clapping him on the shoulder. "But really," he admonished. "A Slytherin?" He wasn't about to ruin Peter's moment by mentioning that it seemed like Madeleine Yaxley had been coming on to every boy at Hogwarts today.

"No, no!" Peter cried. "That's not all!"

Remus raised his eyebrows. "It's not?" he inquired. As far as he was concerned, a fourth year getting cornered and kissed was stop-the-presses news.

Peter shook his head. "She grabbed my hand and took me into the Charms classroom, and locked the door after us."

The other Marauders were all giving him quizzical looks by now, unsure exactly what he was trying to tell them.

"She sat down on one of the desks, and she pulled her skirt up. I mean, all the way up!" He seemed freshly shocked by his own revelation.

"Bloody hell!" declared Sirius again. "She showed you her knickers?"

Again, Peter shook his head. "She wasn't even wearing knickers."

The room was immediately filled with exclamations of shock, dismay, and interest.

"I could see -- everything." Peter closed his eyes, as if seeing it again.

"Why in the name of Godric Gryffindor would she do a thing like that?" asked Remus.

"I'm not so sure I want to hear any more of this story," Sirius said faintly.

But Sirius was not going to get his wish.

"She said I could touch her. Down there. If I wanted to. She said she liked it when boys touched her."

"Did you?" asked James, his voice cracking slightly.

Peter nodded.

James was awed. "What was it like?"

Peter looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sort of warm and wet and squashy, like the inside of someone's mouth."

"Then what happened?" asked Remus, an expression of morbid curiosity on his face.

Peter's face was lit with bafflement. "She started making these noises. She said she really liked what I was doing. I wasn't really doing anything," he added as an afterthought. "Just sort of -- feeling around."

Sirius was by now making some noises of his own, but these mainly consisted of gagging and declarations of disgust.

"Then --" Here, Peter's face went from white to bright red. "Then -- she said she wanted me to put my -- you know -- thing -- in her girl place!"

"You didn't!" exclaimed James with an look of shocked admiration.

Peter took heart at James's expression. It was not often that he received admiration from the other boy. He nodded.

Amid another round of cries of wonder and horror from the boys, Remus asked, "Did you like it?"

Sirius ceased his feigned retching and shot Remus an unreadable expression.

"I -- I guess I did," admitted Peter. "I sort of went off my head, I think. It all happened so fast. I mean, she was making those noises and saying how much she liked how I was fu -- what I was doing," he amended hastily, blushing all the more. "And then I -- well, you know -- finished. And she pushed me off her and pulled down her skirt and left."

"Just like that?" asked Remus in amazement.

"Just like that," confirmed Peter.

James grasped his shoulder. "You are a man today, Peter my son," he said in tones of deepest respect. "Do not question your good fortune too closely; just glory in it."

Sirius shook his head. "It sounds gross and messy to me. Not to mention embarrassing. I can't believe you did it with Madeleine Yaxley!"

"I can't either," admitted Peter, a smile slowly blooming on his lips. "But I hope I get to do it again."

The Education of Madeleine Yaxley © 2008 Skjaere