On her way to the first lesson

Hermione just could not take this. Her best friends, acting like sex-crazed lunatics! She hastily wolfed down the first thing in front of her as breakfast and got back up to her feet as fast as she could. All around her, the great hall filled more and more with the sound of... well, the sound of people following the new rules. But not her! She would find a way around it, she promised herself. There had to be something she could do, right?

With everyone rather preoccupied, Hermione got out of the great hall without a problem. The things she saw on her way out however... well let's just say that in the very least this had to violate sanitary standards, doing all of this on the table where people eat! After running out, Hermione realized she had no clear idea where exactly she was even going. Of course, she memorized her new timetable weeks ago. Her first period would be ancient runes, but that was still more than half an hour. Still, she decided to just go to the classroom already.

She would never admit this to Harry and Ron, but despite the fact that she found the subject fascinating, the other students taking this class were just so SO boring people... But maybe, they would be too awkward and shy nerds to even do anything about this new rule, Hermione hoped. Calmed down a bit by that thought, she made her way to the classroom, carefully approaching every corner as to not be seen.

A few corners later she facepalmed and mumbled to herself "Are you a witch or not?!" The rules may have said that the guys could do, well anything to her, but there is no rule forbidding her from putting a disillusionment charm on herself right? Walking by a mirror, she saw it had not worked perfectly, but only a trained eye would spot her now. And only someone, who expected her, anyway.

Practically invisible, Hermione sneaked through the corridors. She was almost there now. Going around the next corner, she had to clasp her mouth to not let out a loud gasp. She saw Draco Malfoy, his robes open. In front of him, Pansy Parkinson was kneeling on the cold stone floor. Her head was pressed against the wall behind her, her hands held in place above her head by Draco. And her mouth.... her mouth was wide open with Dracos.. thing stuck inside it. She had seen Ginny this morning doing this, well not really seen, she was under the table after all. But this...

Draco was pushing into her with slow forceful thrusts, grunting again and again. Hermione stared transfixed at his cock going in and out of her open mouth. His long, thick cock.... She shook her head. No. NO. This is Draco. You hate him. And Pansy too. At least she seemed to get what she deserved, her eyes teared up a bit, Mascara running down her cheek.

It took longer than Hermione was proud to admit, but after a while she sneaked past the two of them and made it to her empty ancient runes classroom.