Hermione

Ron was in as much of a daze as his sister, and in no position to object anyway. Hermione, however, let out an audible gasp. While far from unendowed herself, the bushy-haired wizardress was still relieved to find she had nothing from her competition. The thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, almost unconsciously, once again proving the wondrous complexity of her intellect. Even in such a time of crisis, she was still adept at absorbing all possible useful data.

Ginny's lover took a few seconds to master the clasp which kept her twin mounds from view, but was finally successful after a particularly deep lunge which left the fourth-year Gryffindor trembling. The pink material fell away at once, releasing the teenager's modest, but beautiful orbs. Crabbe and Goyle in particular took a great deal of interest in her now completely naked form, their eyes glazing over in a manner that alerted Draco how perilously close he was to losing command of the situation.

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"Time to up the ante, eh?" he announced suddenly, voice proud and meretricious enough to tear everyone's attention away from the debaucherous pair. Turning to his two goons, he halted for only a moment to silently chastise himself for selecting clods so easily distracted. "You two can break in the mudbood..." Hermione had previously been complacent, but now the threat of losing her purity flared up her most vile mood yet. "If you even think about it..." she warned, trying instinctively to fetch a wand from her robes. Goyle was too quick, however, pinning the limber student before

she could even remember that their weapons had already been confiscated. "Like I said..." Draco continued coolly, cupping the twin protrusions in her robe while she turned away in disgust. "Show her a good time, because *I* certainly won't get that close to a half-breed." And, before Hermione could even get a word in edgewise, Goyle took advantage of his boss' liberty. Pinning his stunned hostage to the wall, he opened wide and planted a very wet and messy kiss on her lips. She attempted to fight back one last time, but Crabbe was already nuzzling up from behind, his nose inhaling the scent off the nape of her neck even as his thick hands began to caress her buttocks.

Realizing the bitter air of defeat, she gave herself up completely. Draco watched the events unfolding with cautious interest, making sure Ron was really too numb with arousal to make a move while he saw to getting his own rocks off. In the short time it took him to cross Dumbledore's former office, his two cronies tore open and lowered Hermione's robes to the cold ground, leaving her clad in naught but an irresistibly demure set of white undergarments. Millicent allowed herself to step back for a moment, looking on at

her red-haired hostage with amusement. Just as he was about to slunk down to the floor to console his anguish with the sight of his crush getting violated in every hole, she whipped her wand out and planted it painfully in his chest.

"Don't think about trying any heroics..." she snapped coldly, hiding behind a vaguely apprehensive smile. "We're both going to watch her get shagged, and there's nothing you can do about it." The elder Weasley stared back at her, dumbfounded until a growing sensation of heat began to form in his crotch. He didn't really think she would dare to use any type of charm on Little Ron, but couldn't very well risk it, either. "Poor Hermione..." he mused silently.