“Jackson James Duroon after his father and his grandfather.” I said as the put my son into my arms. I slightly rolled over and slept a little bi... holding my baby close to my heart. When I heard the faint cry of my son I woke up immediately and gave him a kiss and put him to my nipple to try and feed him. He ate for an hour and then fell back asleep. I called my mom to inform her that she now had a grandson. When she answered she was mad because I didn’t tell her that I was in labor even. Figured you'd enjoy it."Harry licked some of the said 'sploodge' off his lips, "We'll see who enjoys what now that its my turn. Bend over that desk there."Sneering at his companion, Malfoy nevertheless allows himself to be bent over; Harry's rather thick penis readily penetrating Draco's ass...A large flash and smell of smoke fills the room - grinning like a madwoman Rita Skeeter steps out of the shadows, holding a camera and several pages of Quick-Quote parchment. "Well, well, well," she. "I made the changes he indicated and now, with his passing, we must hear his final words." Harry was having a hard time dealing with his emotions at the moment. Sadness mingled with guilt and anger, leaving his stomach churning and his eyes stinging with the unshed tears he’d built up in his anguish. Ron reached over to place a hand on his shoulder as Hermione squeezed his hand tighter, each knowing how tormented he must be feeling- he was thankful for them both. He met Dumbledore’s empathetic. Nearby were five other women dressed similarly, each being allowed to sit on a wooden bench to await their fate. Occasionally, one of them made eye contact with another, then nervously shifted their gaze away from the other.Tears welled up in Michaela's eyes, but she fought them back. She didn't mind the idea of being spanked, but to have the entire town watching her get it was more than she could bear. Although women and c***dren weren't allowed to attend the spankings, it seemed like.