Hermione can’t resist

As she tries to sit up, Luna feels Hermione’s firm hand on the back of her neck. Not comforting, but controlling. She lifts her head in confusion, eyes peering up as high as she can look, but what awaits her sends a shiver up her twisted spine. Hermione is staring down at the helpless young raven claw with a look of pure dominating arousal, her eyes fixed on Luna’s distorted belly, her lips parting like those of a girl dying of thirst presented with a pool of blood. Hermione’s trembling tongue hesitantly grazes her teeth and parched lips, and her whole body shivers in excitement. Luna starts to squirm and grunt out, “H-hermio-?”

The Gryffindor ignores her friend’s nervous call and instead pushes the poor girl’s head down like she’s making her give head to herself. With a yelp, Luna finds in horror that with Hermione’s “helping” hand, her face presses firmly against her own enchanted bellybutton. Luna squeals, muffled by the warm flesh that stretches to seal around her nose and mouth and eyes. Hermione isn’t satisfied though, and she feverishly presses the pale girl’s head deeper, masking her face into her stomach until with an elastic squelch, luna’s entire head slips into her belly button, swallowing herself up to the neck.

Luna’s body is now bent painfully over, she looks like barely half a girl, her frantically kicking legs end halfway up her torso with a confused mess of shoulders diving deep into a belly hitting which looks more like a soft pink anus.