Her stomach roiled in disgust. Blowjob sex “The tie can stay, as can your shoes and socks, but the bra and panties need to go.”
Shame enveloping Hermione completely, she reluctantly complies with the order. Remembering herself, Hermione quickly pipes up, “One; thank you, Professor, may I have another?”
“Quicker next time,” Umbridge says in her sing-song voice as she swings the cane. I have an outline, and know where I want this story to go, but am always interested in detours. He grabs a fistful of them and pulls roughly, causing Hermione to scream out. “I’m sorry, Professor, I’ll do better this time,” she pleads, crying in earnest now. She hears Umbridge call out their location—Ministry of Magic, the Minister’s Office—and wonders what they could possibly do to her. “Twenty-five; thank you, Professor, may I have another?”
“Good job, Miss Granger,” Professor Umbridge simpers, “Now look at the good Minister of Magic and tell him that you support the Ministry in all that it does.”
Cornelius Fudge, who Hermione knows currently
