No, on to the Second Task

The Slytherins were waiting in the entrance hall for Hermione, all of them looking at her gloatingly. Her bare feet gently slapped against the flagstone flooring as she made her way towards them.

"Well, then," Millicent began. "You already know what's going to happen, so come along." Millicent reached out towards Hermione's collar with her ring hand and made the lead appear once again.

As they walked down the stairs, Millicent yanked the lead hard near the bottom, making Hermione collapse down a few stairs. Hermione got up gingerly to make sure nothing was broken. Thank goodness she wasn't seriously hurt.

"Careful, Millie!" Pansy warned. "We don't want to damage the goods!"

"It's fine," Millicent responded dismissively. "We can use dittany for bruises and cuts. We can do whatever as long as we don't do permanent damage!"

"Well," Hermione thought to herself. "At least there was that much restraint... They probably wouldn't use curses to scar her as Bellatrix LeStrange had done. The bites had faded entirely by this point, but the scar on her neck still remained, albeit covered by the collar the Slytherins **** on her.

As they continued to make their way into the dungeons, Millicent suddenly led Hermione through a door into an empty chamber. Hermione recognized this room as the one where she had attended Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party. The room was sparse, lit with torches and a fireplace. Near the fireplace were three comfortable-looking chairs and an equally comfortable-looking bed. The only other furniture Hermione could see in the room was a clock sitting on the mantle over the fireplace.

Millicent turned to Hermione. "Robe. Now!," she barked.

Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She removed the robe and handed it to Millicent, who threw it in a corner. She was left standing there, naked from head to toe once again. Were it not for a nearby fire, she'd have been very cold here in the dungeons.

She didn't have long to stand, however, and Millicent yanked the lead and tied it to the headboard of the bed. "Don't want you getting cold feet and running out on us, now!" Millicent sneered.

Hermione wouldn't have done so, anyway. The Slytherins didn't know it, but she had some level of protection as long as she did these House Tasks.

The Slytherins sat in the three chairs. "May as well take a seat, Granger." Daphne started. "The elves decided their volunteer could come here as soon as the 1st-floor corridor was cleaned!"

Hermione sat on the edge of the bed as the Slytherins chatted with each other. This was extremely awkward, sitting here on a bed, completely exposed, in front of the three Slytherins. She knew, however, this awkwardness was likely to be better than the humiliation she was to endure. The only positive is that a house-elf would never hurt a witch or wizard unless ordered to by their master. And Hermione knew that, if she withdrew consent, the elf might stop.

But still... Millicent did have that arousal spell. Hermione thought that maybe, if she and the house-elf each orgasmed once, that's where she might call it a night, unless the elf was some sort of master of sex.

And which elf was coming, anyway? There was Gilpy, who had seen her naked a number of times, of course, but there were a great number of house-elves that worked in the castle. Even Winky, Barty Crouch's old elf, might have even volunteered for all she knew!

All four women looked up as they heard footsteps coming down the hall. Pansy got up first to go take a look to see who was coming. As she peeked out the door, her shoulders relaxed. She turned and smiled at the room. "Well, our other guest of honor has arrived! Hermione, meet your partner for this evening!"

Hermione looked to the doorway to see which house-elf was coming...