Ron and Harry painfully walked back to Gryffindor tower, and was stopped by the Fat Lady, and her friend from a few portraits down. "Well boys? Had your first spankings at Hogwarts? I hope you learnt a lesson!" The fat lady said and her friend nodded affirmation.

Blushing, the boys quickly said the password and stepped into the common room, to be met with a number of curious eyes. They ran up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. Once inside, Ron pulled off his robes and started rubbing his bottom.

Harry looked at him and wondered whether he should also start rubbing. His butt was hurting something fierce! Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas came in just then. "Come on guys, show us!" Dean said, and Ron immediately started undoing his pants.

"Are you mad? What if one of the prefects turns up?" Harry asked.

"He's got a point!" Dean said. "Close the curtains of all the beds, and we'll all get into one!"

"Yeah, let's change into pajamas first. It'll be easy to get back to your beds then." Seamus started changing, followed by the others. Harry changed out of his school clothes into pajamas, and by then the other four were inside one of the four poster beds- Harry's, to be precise.

Very tentatively, Harry put his head in.

Ron lay on his stomach, and his pajamas had been pulled down. Ron's bottom was an angry red, from the top down to the tops of his thighs. "Come on, Harry!" Seamus urged, and he and Dean dragged Harry to lie next to Ron. No sooner had his stomach hit the bed were his pajamas quickly pulled down. Harry heard the others hiss and wince. He drew himself up onto his elbows and looked back.

It was a little surreal. His butt and Ron's were both red and swollen. Was Ron's bottom burning like his was? He could not see the undercurve of his bottom which was hurting the most, but Ron's was crimson!

"They're the same, mate. Those brushes know what they're doing!" Ron answered his unspoken question, just as the curtains flew open. The boys looked around in horror as two identical heads popped in.

"Hello, ickle Ronniekins! Had a nice time on McGonagall's lap?" Fred said.

"Harry Potter, finally, the Boy Who Got His Butt Spanked!" declared George.

Harry tried to reach back and pull his pants up. There were way too people looking at his bottom! What was wrong with the wizarding world anyway? George firmly held him down though.

"Did you cry, Ronnie? The brush's done a good job!" George said.

Harry felt a hand rub his bottom, and he tensed. He looked back to see that the twins were rubbing something on his and Ron's bottom. Slowly, the sting receded, and Harry sank into the pillows.

Rapid footsteps sounded from the stairs, and the boys scrambled back to their beds. Harry pulled his pajamas up. Fred pulled him up and gave him a quick hug. So did George. "You're an honorary Weasley!" started George.

Mum told us to take care of you." This was from Fred.

"We had a potion on our hands the brush makers don't know of." "Don't tell anyone." The twins finished, and ran off to Ron's bed. They were almost there when the door opened.

"Fred, George, what are you doing here?" Percy bellowed.

"Visiting our brother, who's had a rough day?" One of them answered.

"Very well, but I'll still have to report it. It's after curfew!" Percy said pompously.

"Oh great, another spanking." One of the twins said, to which the other one said, "Third time this term!"

After a moment of silence, Harry's curtains opened. Percy Weasley came in and sat on his bed.

"Harry, get up for a second." He said. Harry complied and Percy pulled him into a very awkward hug. "Good night, Harry!" he said, and left.

Harry gave his bottom a rub. He was not getting spanked again for the next seven years. That was certain!