The Ice Queen Herself

"Daphne Greengrass..." Hermione says looking away, her arousal and humiliation getting to her.

"Greengrass... Greengrass, isnt she known as the Slytherin Ice queen?" Harry asked.

"Y-Yeah. She's supposed to have frozen a few boys... lower parts." Hermione explained. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"She sounds, formidable. Is she any attractive?" He asked getting an idea.

"Um well i think shes quite pretty, for a girl. But you've not had the best... dating experience for me to know if you would like her." Hermione explained.

"Sure sure. Well lets go find her." Harry said turning around.

"Right now?" Hermione asked, looking down at her panty clad waist.

"Yeah, just cast a notice-me-not on your arse." Harey smirked. The bushy brunette blushed heavily at this, but didnt disagree, raising her wand and casting the spell. Giving her a spank on her fat booty, he dropped his own charm and headed towards the common room exit.

The near naked gryffindor folowed behind, blushing all the way as the portrait swung open. "C'mon Mione." He said letting her go ahead. As she passed by him, he reached down, grabbing her unremarkable panties and yanking them high, flossing her ass.

"MY TUSHY!!!" Hermione squeaked out in a painful pleasure. He pulled back, stretching the fabric further before SNAP! "EEP!" She squeaked as it snapped back onto her arse.

"So wedgie slut, where might we find the ice queen?"