She has a nightmare

Hermione tossed and turned that night.

Her horrible dream began with her arms, once again, tied behind her back, being led by Pansy to Azkaban, while Hermione wore nothing but a silken dressing gown and thin panties.

"You're going to have so much fun!" Pansy exclaimed. "So many people here have been wanting to see you again!"

Hermione tried to pull away, to catch herself on something, but Pansy kept dragging her further into Azkaban. The guards that had replaced the dementors stood by, appearing to not notice this at all.

As Pansy pulled the lead, Hermione saw all sorts of seedy-looking wizards and witches, eyeing her with a hunger she didn't think she liked that much.

All of the sudden, Pansy stopped in front of a steel door. "The party is in there, waiting for you!" Pansy snickered.

She opened the door and shoved Hermione inside, causing her to land on her stomach. "Have fun!"

Hermione, arms still tied behind her back, struggled to get a look at who else was in the room.

She didn't have long, however, as a rough hand grabbed her by the back of her hair.

She saw in the room the Carrows, who had terrorized Hogwarts the previous year, Macnair, who had been assigned to execute Buckbeak the hippogriff, and Dolohov, who had attacked Hermione, Harry, and Ron in Tottenham Court. She tried to turn her head and could just barely make out that her assailant was Rookwood, the one who tried to guide Voldemort to the prophecy hidden away in the Department of Mysteries.

Hermione was in a room of **** Eaters who survived the Battle of Hogwarts! Tied up and helpless!

"Hem! Hem!" A voice called from a darkened corner, as out stepped out Dolores Umbridge. She, too, had been sent to Azkaban for her crimes against Muggleborns, like Hermione.

Hermione tried to speak, but found she was unable to.

"It would seem..." Umbridge spoke, in her sickly sweet voice, "That Miss Granger has at last learned that she would be happiest with her wand away!"

Everyone around her laughed cruelly. It wasn't the mean laugh of the Slytherins, however. That laugher had indicated that they were at least getting something out of it. This laughter was... evil, malicious, with the only intent being to inflict as much suffering on their prisoner as possible.

The Carrows stepped forward, laughing maniacally as they gripped either side of Hermione's dressing gown before ripping it clean in two. Hermione felt the stretching of fabric under her arms rub against her skin, slightly burning them, before the sleeves broke away.

Rookwood then came up to her, followed by Dolohov, who got behind Hermione. They each grabbed at the lower band of Hermione's panties, knuckles pressed against her pussy, as they lifted her up, higher and higher, stretching the elastic. The panties dug between Hermione's labia until they, too, fell apart.

Hermione fell onto the floor, legs open, tears beginning to pour from her eyes. "Well," Umbridge began. Hermione turned her hate-filled gaze towards the toad-like woman. "Who shall go first?"

"She crossed me first!" Macnair said. "Filthy little mudblood not only got rid of that mad hippogriff before I could end it, she also got Sirius Black away from the dementors!"

"Very well, Walden. You first." Umbridge approved.

Macnair stood in front of Hermione and dropped his trousers, revealing a dirty, slimy cock. She tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her ankles.

...

Hermione woke up in a cold sweat, terrified of what she had just seen in her dream. She looked at her clock. It was two in the morning. She looked down at herself. She was naked and sweaty. She touched her hand to her neck and remembered the collar.

She took a few deep breaths and began to whisper. "Dumbledore said no harm can happen to me," she reminded herself. "Only what I want deep down can happen to me during this..." She certainly didn't want anything like that to happen. But just in case...

Hermione moved her fingers to her pussy. Aside from the sweat on the sides of her legs, her private area was no more wet than if she had been sitting in one of Professor Binn's lectures. She let out a sigh of relief as she laid back in bed, pulling the covers up over herself to keep warm.

She would have to be awake in three hours' time to get her clothes. She'd better get back to sleep...

And within minutes, Hermione was sleeping again.