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Hermione had to admit that bathing and having her wounds treated sounded wonderful, so she followed Daphne all the way up to the fifth floor. Daphne didn't even need the lead as Hermione followed, slightly limping. It seemed there was a splinter in one of her feet that she hadn't noticed.

In the baths, Daphne undressed to reveal a small pearlescent green bikini. It shone so much that it caught the attention of the portrait of the mermaid, who watched the two with keen interest. Hermione didn't even know how it could hold Daphne's large breasts without some sort of undetectable extension charm. She first took Hermione to the shower and grabbed a brush to scrub all of the mud, dirt, and debris off Hermione's body.

"I can wash myself..." Hermione started.

"Nonsense!" Daphne retorted. "You're my pet, and therefore I'm going to wash every inch of you! Now hold still!"

Hermione stood with her arms and legs slightly open, to give Daphne access to everything. She didn't scrub Hermione hard, but it was firm, so as to get a better view of what needed to receive dittany. Hermione bit her lip when Daphne began to clean Hermione's breasts, and had to hold back a moan once she had attended to Hermione's pussy. This was the closest thing to relief down there Hermione had all night. This bliss didn't last, however, once Daphne began to clean Hermione's arse, which disturbed the welts on her backside.

Daphne asked Hermione to raise each foot to scrub underneath as well. Upon finding the splinter in Hermione's foot, Daphne swore under her breath. "Can't believe she made you walk all this way like this..." She used her wand to pull the splinter out and scrubbed Hermione again. Once she was significantly cleaned, Daphne turned on the taps of the great tub.

"Alright, Granger," Daphne began. "While we wait for the tub to fill, let's take care of those marks on you. Lie down here, on your back, first." Hermione did as she was told. Daphne began to apply the dittany to Hermione's hands, knees, feet, neck, and wherever else had been hurt when she had fallen down on the ground. She winced as she felt it stinging, but she could see the cuts and bruises heal within seconds.

"Ok, now turn around..." Daphne said. Hermione noticed that Daphne had a slight smile that emanated perversion. After a brief hesitation, Hermione obeyed wordlessly. She felt the medicine be applied to where the splinter had been before stopping.

"Ooh, these are a little deep..." Daphne crooned. "I might have to massage the dittany in a little bit!" Hermione felt the dittany be poured right on her arse cheeks, where Millicent had struck her.

"D-Daphne?" Hermione started. "What are y-"

But Hermione was interrupted. She could feel Daphne's hands beginning to rub the essence of dittany around. Over her butt, around her butt, right where the butt met the thighs, and even in between the cheeks themselves! Hermione couldn't truthfully admit to herself that she was against it, either. It did feel rather nice...

After about five minutes, Daphne stopped and turned the taps of the tub off. Hermione got up and looked at her backside in the mirror to see that it was completely smooth again, as if Millicent had never hit it at all.

"Alright, Granger." Daphne called, already in the tub. "We can now soak for a bit, come on!" Hermione stepped into the tub, somewhat apprehensive. She tried to sit across from Daphne before she was stopped. "Over here, Granger!" Daphne mock chided.

Hermione came over and was about to sit next to Daphne when she was grabbed by her waist again. Hermione was now set lengthways, her lower half resting on Daphne's lap, her upper half being held by Daphne's left arm.

"There we are..." Daphne giggled. She began to move her finger up and down between Hermione's navel and breasts.

"I'm so sorry Millie hurt you like that, Grangey..." Daphne said. Hermione shuddered, not just at Daphne's touch, but the fact that she had just used Peeves' nickname for her. Still, she didn't say it mockingly. It almost sounded endearing. Daphne continued. "But Pansy insisted we punish you if you didn't do what we said... I'll see about making sure you don't get hurt like that anymore..."

Daphne's fingers moved down to Hermione's pussy. Hermione let out another moan. It really did feel quite good. Daphne giggled again. "You like this, huh? Well... I'll help you out, if you help me..."

The portrait of the mermaid looked on in awe as Daphne lifted one of the cups of her bikini top, revealing her large breast. Daphne readjusted how she cradled Hermione so that her face was right up against her exposed nipple.

"Come on..." Daphne egged on. "You know you want a taste..."

Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She began to kiss the breast that was right in front of her as Daphne began to finger Hermione again. As Hermione sucked on Daphne's teat, so too did Daphne pick up the pace of her movements, playing with Hermione's clit a little.

It didn't take long for Hermione to orgasm, right in Daphne's arms. "Well, Granger," Daphne said, moving Hermione off to sit on her own before adjusting her top. "That was fun, but remember, it's just between us!" She said this last word with a gentle poke on Hermione's nose. "You can stay here as long as you want, but don't stay up too late! We want you on time for breakfast, remember?" As Daphne dried off, Hermione saw the portrait of the mermaid. It looked like she was out of breath herself, evidently enjoying the show the two girls had put on. The mermaid waved at Hermione with a satisfied grin, wiggling her fingers and flippers, making Hermione blush.

Once Daphne had gone, Hermione laid back in the tub alone. Was the Mirror of Erised right? Should she follow these desires after all? If she did, what would her teachers say? What would her friends say? And worst of all, how would Ron react? Did Hermione want to abandon being a witch and start being a submissive pet, able to have pleasure like this every day for the rest of her life?

Hermione had a lot more thinking to do...