Daphne demands Hermione eat

Hermione stood there while Daphne returned to the table. A legilimens... That explained so much. The Slytherins wouldn't need the house-elves to tell them information. Daphne hadn't just been staring at Hermione because she fancied her. She was staring into Hermione to catch glimpses of her memories. But how much had Daphne seen? If she knew that she was practicing wandless magic...

"Over here, Granger!" Daphne called, patting her hand on her lap. She was turned halfway towards the table.

"Wh-what?" Hermione asked, afraid of what was going to happen.

"You haven't eaten, Granger! You were in such a hurry to get those things from your bedroom and so focused on losing that you barely ate anything!"

"I-I'm not hungry," Hermione stammered. She was still so scared about everything that she didn't feel hungry at all.

Daphne put on a mock stern voice. "Don't make me pull you here by your lead, Granger!"

Naked and shaking, Hermione made her way to the table. As she tried to sit next to Daphne, Daphne grabbed Hermione's waist and pulled her, making her sit on her lap.

"There we go..." Daphne crooned. "Now let your mistress feed you!" She reached for Hermione's abandoned plate and cutlery, her off-hand still wrapped around Hermione's waist.

"My- Mistres-What?!" Hermione spluttered. She might be naked, but she still had some pride. "You are not my mis-"

At that moment, Daphne shoved Hermione's fork with a bit of potato into Hermione's open mouth. She choked for a bit before getting it down. She was thankful it was at least still warm, it seemed the enchantment on the tables that kept food warm for entire meals also worked on food still on plates.

"There we are... And yes. I'm you're mistress." Daphne gushed. She moved closer to Hermione's ear, whispering each of the following words. "And you're my pet!"

Daphne cut a bit of ham and moved it to Hermione's mouth, which didn't open. "Come on, Granger. I need to feed my pet mudblood!"

Hermione refused. She hated that she was getting wet at this, but she also knew that she had to keep some dignity, after all. She was one of the three that had saved the wizarding world last year! She destroyed a horcrux! She couldn't just become a pet to a Slytherin!

At that moment, Daphne's off hand made its way down to Hermione's pussy. "Oh!" Hermione inadvertently moaned. As her mouth was open, Daphne deposited the ham into Hermione's mouth.

"There we go, my little pet!" Daphne giggled. "I think I know how to feed you now!" Hermione couldn't pull herself away. Even if she did, Daphne would use the ring hand to summon the lead and **** her to stay, and Daphne's hands felt so good...

"We're going to have so much fun this week... And even longer when term starts!" Daphne said, continuing to play with Hermione's slit as she then moved a spoonful of peas to Hermione's mouth.

Hermione was having difficulty chewing and swallowing with such a warm feeling between her legs. "I... won't... I won't be your- ah- your pet during school!"

Daphne brought a roll to Hermione's mouth and began to **** it in. "Oh, but you will!" She beamed. "You have no clothes, Granger! You can't possibly expect to be seen as a student if you don't have a uniform! And with that collar? Everyone will know you're my pet... I'll have to convince Pansy and Millie to let me put a tag on you!"

Hermione was close to orgasm as Daphne picked up a lemon bar and moved that into Hermione's open mouth. Something about her mouth being played with, along with her pussy, was too much to bear. Hermione orgasmed right onto Daphne's robe. Daphne giggled as she kissed Hermione on the cheek.

"Oh, tut-tut, Granger!" Daphne fake chided. "You got my robes all messy." She moved Hermione off her lap. "Now, I'll have to get them cleaned in the laundry!"

Daphne stood up and right in front of Hermione removed her robe to reveal lacy, green underwear with slivery rose accents. She looked right at Hermione who was breathing heavily. "If you're a good girl, you might just get a taste later! But now, off to bed, Granger! I want my pet good and rested before breakfast tomorrow morning!" Daphne folded her robe over her arm and made her way out of the great hall, turning off to the corridor that led to the laundry.

Hermione didn't let herself wallow in shame, at least not here. She grabbed her bag and went upstairs to Gryffindor Tower.

"Well!" The Fat Lady admired. "This outfit is more like it!"

"Yeah?" Hermione replied dejectedly as she spread her labia open to be allowed inside. "Well, you'll be seeing a lot more of it..."

The Fat Lady chortled as Hermione made her way upstairs before flopping onto her bed.

As she laid there, she began to think to herself. She had the ****, but now that she only had some socks and shoes, would it matter? The school would probably see her naked, anyway. If Dobby were alive, he might see about finding robes she could wear... He didn't seem to care about who owned what as much, considering he stole Gillyweed for Harry in their fourth year.

Her best option was to write to Ginny. She knew that the Weasleys may not have been that well off in recent years, but with so many children, they might be able to spare some robes, assuming Molly hadn't gotten rid of the old ones yet. With plans to write to Hagrid to send a letter onto Ginny the following morning, Hermione turned over in her bed and fell asleep.