“No!” she protests, “You can’t possibly expect me to do that—you can’t possibly make me!”
The smile on Umbridge’s face is impossibly cruel. The look on her Professor’s face, however, makes regret instantly wash over her. Sex “Leave them just around the ankles, Miss Granger,” Fudge speaks up for the first time. “Please stay after class for a lesson in respecting your betters.”
In the future, in her more lucid moments, Hermione will wonder what would have happened if she had just left with Harry and Ron after class that day, but she didn’t. “Perfect posture, Miss Granger,” Umbridge finally says. “Please stay after class for a lesson in respecting your betters.”
In the future, in her more lucid moments, Hermione will wonder what would have happened if she had just left with Harry and Ron after class that day, but she didn’t. “Please remove your clothes for your punishment, Miss Granger,” Umbridge instructs her. Hermione spreads her legs apart as far as she can manage without feeling unbalanced and lowers her torso so she can just feel the wooden desk against her exposed nipples. “And, to remind yourself of this lesson, you are not to bathe or otherwise clean up the Minister’s gift to you, is that understood?”
Hermione’s hand wipes away another tear as she answers, “Yes, Professor Umbridge.”
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