Oh, you can't miss this opportunity!

‘And what have we here?’ You pick the wand up, twirling it in your hands. ‘Feels nice, actually. Polished. Smooth.’

Hermione glares at you. ‘Give me my wand back,’ she manages through gritted teeth.

‘I don’t think so.’ You flip the wand over, measuring its length. ‘No, that wouldn’t be half as much fun as fucking you with it.’

Hermione’s mouth falls open in perfect indignation. ‘You brute!’ she gasps, moving a hand protectively over her bare vagina. ‘You wouldn’t dare! Fucking a witch with her own wand – that’s an unbelievably degrading thing to do!’

‘That’s what makes it fun,’ you reply, voice filtered through a haze of lust. ‘Spread those legs for me, Hermione.’

Hermione crosses her arms and squeezes her legs even tighter together. ‘I won’t,’ she says huffily, ‘and you can’t make me.’

‘Want to bet?’

Hermione squeals, and her eyes pop open as you grab a leg in each hand and **** them apart. She resists as hard as she can, but you can see her shaved lips peeking out, and nothing is going to keep you from that soaking wet cunt.

‘I can see your pussy, Hermione,’ you breathe in amusement, as she gasps and twists and tries uselessly to free herself. ‘Nicely shaved.’

‘Oh, you pig! You vile creature!’ Emma’s outrage is so note-perfect (and in-character) that you can feel your cock stiffen. ‘This is so humiliating! Let me go! Let me go this instant!’

Forcing her leg down against the chair and holding it there with your elbow, you grope around and find the wand lying next to you. ‘Not before,’ you lean in, loving how helpless she is, ‘not before we find out whether the lady doth protest too much.’

Hermione shoots you a filthy look, her cheeks red from exertion. ‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Behind those eyes, you can tell Emma doesn’t really believe you’ll go through with it, either.