Ron

Hermione allowed her legs to fall open, revealing the warm, inviting gash that she wanted him to have. She gave a gentle giggle as she did, giddy from the multitudinous sexual sights and sounds surrounding her.

Having so far been left out of the afternoon's proceedings, Ron started off directly towards his bushy-haired crush with a glaze of lust in his eyes. It pained him a bit to have watched the despoiling, but this would be his chance to make her right again with the tender, loving pace of someone she cared for. He was determined to bring her the gratification she so deserved. Millicent Bulstrode would have none of that, however. She had been waiting for just this moment, and fancied nothing greater than bursting in on the scene just as the two lovers began contemplating taking matters into their own hands. As Weasley made the first step, she pulled on the hood of his robes and stopped him dead in his tracks.

Surprised, Ron turned about, only to notice the bulky woman wasn't

staring at him, but Hermione! She seemed pleased patient to wait until the Gryffindor female finally looked up at her, then let a smile of exquisite cruelty escape from her lips. Granger looked up quizzically, and cold horror swept over her face at what Ron's captor wanted. Bulstrode calmly pointed her wand once at Hermione, then again at her own crotch, licking her lips in an acute display of lust.

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Aghast, Hermione watched as the large Slytherin directed her prey to undress her so that she, too, could enjoy the same liberties her comrades were taking.