Hermione goes to breakfast

The Great Hall was full of blushing faces. Hundreds of girls sat at the long breakfast tables, in between grinning boys, eating bacon and pancakes and trying to pretend they weren't completely nude. It wasn't easy, since the boys kept reminding them.

"This is great," said Fred, pinching Luna Lovegood's left nipple. "So good of Dumbledore to pass that school-wide rule that the boys can do anything they want to the girls."

"I'm sure there's a very important security reason for it," said George, pinching Luna Lovegood's right nipple. "Can't be anything else."

"If he wasn't gay, I'd almost suspect the old man was a pervert."

"But he is gay. So it's definitely not that."

"Ow!" protested Luna, her face crimson, her hands balled into fists as she sat in her chair at the breakfast table, sandwiched in between the two boys. "Let go of me! Can't you see something very strange is going on around here?"

"Typical Luna."

"Always making up fantastic stories."

"This is just a completely normal security measure."

"Nothing suspicious about it."

"Eek! Can you at least stop pinching my nipples!"

"Sure," said Fred, and slid his hand in between Luna's legs. "I'll play with your pussy instead."

"But, Fred," pointed out George, "we can't both play with her pussy."

"Well, have you considered pinching her nipples?"

"Great idea, Fred."

"Eeek! Let go!"

"Talking about playing with pussies," said Fred, pointing up towards the end of the Great Hall, where five girls sat on a stage with their legs spread, "there's Hermione."

"There she is. Looks like she's having fun."

Hermione sat on the stage with her legs spread and her clean-shaven pussy on display to hundreds of people, parting her labia with her fingers as she frantically rubbed her clit. Dozens of Slytherins stood in front of her, shouting encouragement. Draco Malfoy was front and centre.

"Hey, Granger," he cried. "Would it help if I fucked you in the ass?"

"N-no!"

"Tell the truth, Granger!"

"Yes! I would love it if you fucked me in the ass! Please stop looking!"

"No!"

Hermione's fingers slid in and out of her pussy as she stroked herself for everyone to see. It felt good, but not good enough. She wished she'd asked for a vibrator. She hadn't realised how difficult it would be to bring herself to orgasm while the whole school teased her. And breakfast was almost over.