Just pitiful

Locked away in her own mind, Hermione can only feel shame and disgust as she witnesses the meager package tucked between her thighs. It’s a measly 2 inches, barely able to bottom out in a house elf, much less a woman.

The Entity chuckles with Hermione’s voice, “Oh poor girl, not enough MAN in you to reach three inches? Tsk tsk, you should feel ashamed to have such a small penis.” The Entity smirks and dips Hermione’s slender hand between her legs, wrapping her fingers around the soft gooey flesh. Hermione would burst into tears if she could, but the Entity doesn’t even let her cry. She’s just a passenger for this cruel mistress, this taunting evil.