The plant takes control again.

As Hermione approached the plant with newfound confidence, she felt the vines once again coil around her, but this time she was ready. Or so she thought. The moment she grabbed them, she felt a sudden surge of power, as if the plant had been waiting for her challenge. The vines grew thicker, wrapping around her more tightly, and she realized she had underestimated the creature's strength.

"Ahh!" she gasped as the vine in her mouth grew, filling her throat and pushing her to her knees. Harry watched in horror, his protective spells seemingly useless against the plant's renewed aggression.

The vines in her pussy and ass grew as well, stretching her even further. The pain was intense, but there was something else, something that made her wetter than she had ever been before. The plant's hunger for her was almost... seductive, as if it were trying to break her down and claim her completely.

Her eyes watered and she gagged around the vine in her throat, but she didn't dare let go. If she did, she knew the plant would have full control once again. She felt Harry's hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her back, but she shook her head, silently telling him she needed to do this.

The plant's vines grew thicker and longer, reaching up to her breasts and wrapping around them, pinching and teasing her nipples as the others continued their relentless **** on her body. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a dizzying cocktail of sensation.

A) Hermione passes out.

B) The plant takes control again.