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"Hey, this bathroom is for prefects only" Daphne called through the gap in the door. How she thought it wasn't a prefect in here, Hermione would never know. All she knew was if she said nothing, that would anger the Slytherin enough to come [in.

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expected, Daphne pushed the door open, looking around for the supposed rule breaker. "What the..." she trailed off, spotting Hermione through the steam and foamy tub. "Granger, what the hell are you doing here? You can't be finished on the lower floor already."

"Well, I never went there to begin with, Daphne" Hermione replied with a knowing smirk, her voice echoing off the wet marble walls. "You see, I had a...hunch."

"Did you?" Daphne replied dryly "tell me more."

Hermione swept away some soapy foam to show more of her body, yet not all of it. The throbbing length that protruded through the watery depths, would definitely be a shock to Daphne if she could see it. "You see, I heard something might happen tonight, and I thought it'd be best if I was here. To make sure it did."

Daphne's eyes narrowed, but the scent of Hermione's pheromones was already tickling her nose. "You're not fooling anyone, Granger. Whatever you're playing at, it won't work." But the blush rising to her cheeks, the way she licked her lips unconsciously, told a different story.

"I think you'll find it's working perfectly" Hermione replies, grinning at her.

Daphne steps further into the bathroom, the steam swirling around her, obscuring her view of the brunette in the tub. The scent of the pheromones grew stronger with each step she took, and she felt a strange stirring within her. Her hand reached up to cover her nose, trying to fight the sudden arousal that was blooming inside her. "What the hell is going on?"

Hermione's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "You're feeling it, aren't you?" she said, her voice a low purr. "The scent of virility, of a Mudblood claiming her prize. It's irresistible, isn't it?"

Daphne's breath hitched. "What...what have you done to me?" she whispered, her hand dropping away from her nose. The room felt hotter, the air thick with something she couldn't quite place.

"One look..." Hermione says huskily, rising out of the soapy water "...one long, look is all it takes."

The steamy haze of the room clung to her skin as she stepped out of the tub, her cock still hard and her eyes locked onto Daphne's. The Slytherin's eyes widened at the sight, her own arousal spiking as she took in the brunette's naked form. Hermione had never been so brazen in her life than she'd been this last week or so, but something about her new mission had brought out this side of her.

Daphne backed up against the cold marble wall, her breath coming in short gasps. "What...what do you want from me?" she managed to get out, her voice shaking slightly.

Hermione took another step closer. "The same thing I wanted from Tracey," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire.

Daphne gasped. "That was you?"

Hermione stepped closer still, her proximity quickly becoming less distant. "Yes, it was. And now it's your turn."

Daphne's eyes grew as wide as the moon as she realized what Hermione had done to Tracey. The enormous knot was out, and it was clear what the brunette was after. She took a step back, her body instinctively retreating from the advancing Gryffindor. But the corner of the bathroom was unforgiving, leaving her nowhere to go.

"Just give in Daphne. Tracey did, and now she's never felt more alive" Hermione encouraged.

Daphne's eyes went from the knot that was closer than she ever wanted to be, to the smug look on Hermione's face. "You're disgusting to me" she said defiantly.

"Am I?" Hermione said, taking another step closer. "Or are you just scared of how good it'll feel?"

"I am...I am not...not..." Daphne was even physically exerted from having to mentally fight the invasion of pheromones. It was a battle too great. An impossible war to win. Hermione was close enough to touch her now, easily manipulating Daphne's hot body to where the brunette wanted her.

With surprising ease, Hermione gently guided Daphne down to a knee, the blonde's eyes never leaving hers. The cold marble floor was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from their bodies. Daphne felt ****, exposed, and she hated it. But she also felt something else, something she had never felt before, something that made her core throb with an inexplicable need.

Hermione brought her cock to Daphne's face, the tip glistening with both the water from the tub and the oily slick of her precum. The smell of her arousal was thick in the air, a heady mix of soap and pure need. Daphne's eyes went wide with shock and horror as she realized what was happening. "You can't do this," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear and something else she didn't dare to name.

But Hermione had her now, and she wasn't about to let go. "Open your mouth," she ordered, her voice firm but not unkind. "You know you want to taste it."

Daphne's eyes snapped up to hers, full of resistance, but her body was betraying her. Her mouth parted slightly, and Hermione took that as all the invitation she needed. With a gentle but insistent hand, she pushed the tip of her cock into the blonde's mouth, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure at the first taste of the Muggle-born's essence.