Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

This story involves disciplinary spankings of children/teens. If you do not like that sort of thing, please do not continue reading.

Author's Note: I recently wrote "Mischief Not Quite Managed" and I thought I would continue with similar stories. So this story will be a compilation of one-shots involving the misdeeds of the Trio throughout the years and what would have happened if they were held responsible for their actions. My plan is to work my way through each book and pick out the scenes I think would have involved the spanking of one or all of our favorite trio. I do want to note that this story is completely separate from my previous 2 stories and what happens in them may not necessarily happen in this series.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

-DARecruit

The Troll

Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell came barreling into the bathroom, wands raised. They were not prepared for what they walked into—a twelve-foot mountain troll knocked out stone cold on the floor, surrounded by three children.

Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger stopped dead in their tracks upon seeing the professors. Quirrell was the only one who didn't look angry—in fact, he looked more scared than anything. Professor Snape was glaring at the trio with the utmost loathing. But it was Professor McGonagall that had them all trembling.

Her mouth was the thinnest Harry had ever seen it, and her eyes seemed to bore into them. He lowered his gaze to the stone floor.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!" Professor McGonagall yelled. Ron couldn't help but jump. Turning slightly red, he scoffed his shoe along the floor and refused to meet any of the teachers' gazes.

"Pr-Professor, it was m-my fault! Harry and R-Ron were looking f-for me!" Hermione stammered, coming forward.

"Excuse me, Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall said, rounding on the girl.

"I-I had read about trolls in a b-book, Professor, and I th-thought I could handle this one on my-my own. I went l-looking for it, and if Harry and Ron hadn't showed up, I would have d-died!" Hermione sputtered as fat tears began to make their way down her cheeks.

Harry and Ron didn't dare look at each other, or at any of the teachers, for fear that their astonishment would show on their faces. Was Hermione Granger really lying to their Head of House? The same Hermione Granger that tried to boss them around and always followed the rules?

"I'm extremely disappointed in you, Miss Granger. Five points will be deducted for your behavior. You will come with me to my office in a moment," Professor McGonagall said sternly, and Hermione nodded sadly.

"As for you two," she said, pointing to the two boys and causing them both to flinch slightly. "I award you both five points for managing to survive your foolish encounter! Off to your dormitories, both of you!" They tried catching Hermione's eye, but McGonagall shooed them off, telling them she would take back the points if they didn't hurry.

"Come with me, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said, setting off in a brisk pace. Hermione had to jog to keep up.

Hermione's heart was beating very fast by the time they reached Professor McGonagall's office. She knew she was in deep trouble. She hadn't even really done anything wrong. She hadn't been looking for the troll at all—she didn't even know a troll was in the castle until it had walked into the bathroom! But if she told the truth now, she would get the boys in trouble. And Hermione hoped that if she managed not to get expelled, that maybe Harry and Ron would be her friends.

"Never, in all my years of teaching, has a student done something so foolhardy! I am ashamed of your behavior, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall scolded, pulling a straight-backed chair into the center of the room.

"I'm sorry, Professor! Please don't—don't expel me!" Hermione cried. Hermione really did love Hogwarts. She finally felt that she was where she belonged and she would do anything in order to stay.

"You're not going to be expelled, you silly child!" Professor McGonagall said, her tone softening for a moment as she sat down on the chair. "I'm disappointed with you, naturally, but everyone makes mistakes. That is why I'm going to correct you, to make sure nothing like this ever happens again."

Upon hearing that she was not going to be expelled, Hermione calmed down considerably. Surely there was nothing to be frightened of now, was there? Yes, McGonagall was going to punish her—probably give her a month's worth of detentions—but at least she was going to be able to stay at school. That was the most important thing.

"Come here, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said.

Hermione Granger's eyes went wide. She was so busy worrying that she was going to be expelled that she hadn't really noticed what her professor was doing. But now it was all too clear: Professor McGonagall meant to spank her.

"Please Professor, no," she whimpered, taking a step backwards.

"Do not make me come get you, Miss Granger. If I do, I will use my ruler on you instead of my hand," Professor McGonagall warned.

"No no no," Hermione whined, shaking her head. She didn't want to be spanked!

"I will count to three, Miss Granger. One."

Hermione felt like she was going to get sick. This couldn't be happening. It was all just a bad dream. Wake up! Wake up, Hermione!

"Two."

Oh no, oh no! It wasn't a dream.

"Thr—"

"NO! Professor, I-I'm sorry!" Hermione cried, rushing over to Professor McGonagall's side. "Please don't use the ruler!"

"I don't understand why you're making such a fuss over a spanking, Miss Granger. Surely your parents have spanked you before?" Professor McGonagall asked the girl, raising her eyebrow slightly.

Hermione felt her face heating up. "Y-yes Professor, they h-have. But I haven't ever been sp-spanked by a teacher!" she said, burying her face in her hands.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you are not the first student I've had to spank. And just because I have to spank you does not mean I will treat you any differently. You are a very good student, Hermione, and very gifted. You just happened to make a very bad choice tonight, but I don't expect you to be perfect. I do expect you to think things through a bit more carefully from now on, however," Professor McGonagall said, speaking firmly but gently.

"I'm sorry for d-disappointing you, Professor McGonagall," Hermione said, hanging her head.

"Bend over my lap please, Hermione," Professor McGonagall said in response.

Sighing, Hermione lowered herself over her professor's lap. Her heart was thumping inside her chest, and she took several deep breaths to steady herself. You can get through this! she told herself.

Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, Professor McGonagall quickly raised the girl's skirt and lowered her pink flowery knickers to her knees. Taking a deep breath, she raised her arm and landed the first swat to the middle of the girl's cheeks.

Smack!

"Ow!" Hermione jumped with the first swat. It wasn't necessarily the hardest she'd ever felt, but it wasn't a love pat either. She could feel the sting spreading quickly.

Smack! Smack!

"Ouch! Ow!" Hermione yelped, tears spilling from her eyes to make a puddle on the floor.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Ooooh, ouch! I-I'm sorry!"

Professor McGonagall didn't say anything, but continued her task. She took her time spanking, pausing between each swat to allow the sting to build slowly. Professor McGonagall wasn't planning on giving many spanks, but she wanted to make sure the ones she did give counted.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Ow! Ow! Owww!"

After delivering a full dozen, Professor McGonagall stopped the punishment. She looked down at the small, squirming bottom over her lap and was satisfied with the slight blush that covered both cheeks. Hermione had already learned her lesson even before she had been taken over her teacher's knees, so Professor McGonagall had just wanted to give her a mild spanking to reinforce it. And it seemed to have done the trick—Hermione Granger was a very contrite little girl.

Professor McGonagall pulled the girl's knickers back up and allowed her to stand. Hermione sniffed and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. Her bottom smarted, but already the sting seemed to be lessening.

Professor McGonagall pulled a handkerchief out of her robes and handed it to the young girl. Hermione took it and dried her eyes, giving her teacher a brief smile. Professor McGonagall returned it.

"You are now completely forgiven, Miss Granger. You made a mistake, you were punished for it, and now it is behind us. I promise what happened in my office tonight will remain between you and I, and I will never bring it up to you again," Professor McGonagall said, accepting the handkerchief back from Hermione.

"Th-thank you, Professor," Hermione said, giving her bottom a quick rub.

"You're welcome, Miss Granger. If you would like to talk about anything, you may. Otherwise, you are free to go back to your dormitory."

"N-no, I'll just go back to the common room, Professor," Hermione said.

"Very well. Take a biscuit, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said, offering her a tin of cookies. Hermione politely took one and then bid her professor goodnight.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron waited anxiously for Hermione to appear. They wanted to thank her for not ratting them out.

"She's been gone an awful long time, don't you think? She should have been back by now!" Harry said, turning around to stare at the portrait hole for the fifteenth time in the last two minutes.

"Blimey Harry, you don't think she's been expelled, do you?" Ron asked, nervously petting Scabbers. Scabbers squeaked and tried to get away. Finally, he bit Ron's finger and managed to squirm out of the boy's grasp.

"Ouch! Bloody rat! He's more trouble than he's worth!" Ron said, sucking on his injured index finger.

"Never mind your finger! What about Hermione?" Harry said.

"Well, if she's not back in five minutes, we'll—"

"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled, jumping up from the sofa he and Ron had been sitting on and running over to the girl. "I'm so glad you're back! We were worried you had gotten expelled!"

"They wouldn't expel me, I'm the best student in the year!" Hermione said, and Ron and Harry exchanged a glance. Maybe they shouldn't try being her friend after all, if she was still going to be a bossy know-it-all. But then Hermione smiled and the boys relaxed.

"So what happened? Did McGonagall lay into you?" Ron asked as he and Harry lead Hermione back over to the sofa.

"She…yeah," Hermione said, blushing slightly. She didn't really want to tell Ron and Harry what had just happened, especially since she wasn't sure if they were going to be her friends now or not. What if she told them and then they went and told the whole school?

"What'd she do? She looked like she was going to go mental on you or something!" Ron prodded, pushing Hermione down onto the sofa. Hermione let out a small gasp and winced.

"Ron, leave her alone. Hermione—"

"Wait a minute! I know that face! She hit you, didn't she?" Ron asked, pointing at Hermione accusingly. Hermione turned blood red and couldn't answer.

Ron ran his hand through his hair and let out a huge sigh. "Damn, I'm a bloody prat! I can't believe it! Hermione…I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for saying you're a nightmare. You really aren't! You're actually—er—very nice. And I'm sorry you got smacked even though it was really all my fault you were in that stupid bathroom at all! I'm gonna go to McGonagall and tell her—"

"NO!" Hermione yelled, causing both the boys to jump.

"What? Why not?" Ron asked incredulously.

"There's no point! It's already done and over with. And it's really not that bad—the sting will go away soon! If you go tell McGonagall now, I may get in trouble for lying!" Hermione said.

"Maybe Hermione's right, Ron. No sense getting her into more trouble. I expect you owe her now though, mate," Harry said.

"What—oh yeah! Definitely! Hermione, if there's anything you want me to do to make it up to you, just tell me! And I promise I'll never be mean to you again!" Ron declared.

Hermione couldn't help but smiling. Finally, it looked like she had friends. And from that moment on, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were inseparable.