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Chapter 12 by Queen Death Queen Death

What's next?

Learning control

"Marcie," Draco went on, "Aren't you hot in all that?" Hermione recognized the suggestion in the voice, she almost felt the magic inside her and the heat under the corset, telling her to take it off, but

she felt no compulsion this time, knowing that trick. Marcie however was unlacing her gown.

"You're right, Draco, I am."

Hermione grinned, "Stupid Hufflepuff" she thought, "Falling for a simple spell like that."

Marcie slipped out of her gown, and Hermione saw that Draco had been right. No mere training bra, like she wore, this second-year wore a B-cup, her chest seeming out of proportion for her petite size.

"Weren't you going to show Hermione that I'm right, Marcie." Draco uttered, his every work like honey, his hand crept down an inch, probing in between Hermione's narrow thighs.

"Cut it out." Hermione mumbled, not wanting to interrupt the mesmerized girl in front of her as she slipped out of her bra, revealing perky but sizeable and rounded, adolescent breasts with very tiny nipples that Hermione could not help but envy. The exact opposite of her chest.

"Why don't you admit you're enjoying it Granger?" And splinters of heat shot up through her legs, her whole body trying desperately to shudder, held in place only by Hermione's will. She turned to her molester, feeling only slightly comforted now that the other girl in the room had on less than she did. She saw Malfoy's mouth open and close on hers, felt his hot breath and cold, narrow lips embrace her mouth. She turned away, but not before she felt his lips curl up in a smile, and he gave another good squeeze, and up above a

finger slipped under the corset, jammed next to her nipple, which exploded in fire.

She gasped, a panting, raspy voice came out of her, "I'm not. This doesn't have any effect on me." If she couldn't resist this what use would it be to fight off magic. She knew she had to prove she could fight it, but it was everything she could do to keep from bucking and heaving, much less control the panting and the heat under her skin where Draco was touching her.

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