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"Oh Goddamn Granger, who would've ever known you had such a mouth on you, eh?"

Pansy stood above the little Gryffindor, with a self satisfied smirk plastered on her face.

"I always wanted a little mudblood pet, now lick me my little whore."

Hermione complied, to drunk and high off of the potions that the Slytherin slipped into her drink earlier that evening.

"Granger, has anyone told you how absolutely fuckable you are," she managed to gasp right before she came.

She looked at the helpless, bushy haired little girl right in the eyes. At the beginning of their little session, the pathetic muggleborn seemed frightened disgusted, now her eyes were glazed over in lust and longing.

"Hmmm, Granger my little slut. Do you like being ordered around like a common house elf?"

That almost lit a fire in Hermione's eyes, but Pansy moved on, "Well, since you've been such a good pet I think I'll take you back to my room. Come."

Hermione followed Pansy down into the depths of the dungeons, where the snakes had their nest deep inside of Hogwarts. No one was in the common room, so she didn't have to explain her actions, though no one would've much cared what happened to the sixth year mudblood. When they entered the room, Pansy ordered her to strip.

"Do it slow for me my little bitch."

And with painstakingly careful work she removed her top in skirt, only to be left in her skimpy bra, knickers, knee socks and shoes.

"Take off your shoes Granger, and I'm going to change you into something more…suitable."

In a flick and a swish, her innocent cotton panties were replaced with a black thong and corset with holes for her nipples cut out made of leather.

"Now Granger, my little bitch, my little slave, come over here and rub your self up against me. All over my little slut."

Hermione couldn't help but comply, even though she was getting excited by it, which became ever more evident once Pansy began to play with her wetness.

"You're enjoying this aren't you my little slut. You like being used as my fucking plaything don't you? Get on the bed."

She got on the bed, and awaited Pansy's next instruction. The brunette heard a mumbled incantation, and she suddenly felt ropes binding her ankles and wrists to the bed.

"Vulnerable just the way I like you. You know, I could get away with doing practically anything to you right now."

She put a gag ball in Granger's mouth, and put a nipple clamp on one of her very aroused nipples. Hermione tried to scream in pleasure, but barely any sound came out.

"The beauties of magic my little bitch. You're going to need that gag ball."

Pansy began biting and sucking all over Hermione's skin, while adding a second nipple clamp. Hermione arched in frustration.

"What do you want my little whore?"

Pansy began to play with Hermione's clit, who tried to move against her hand to create more friction.

"Do you want it? Huh, do you want me to fuck you my little slut?"

Hermione nodded her head fervently, as if it was going to fall off.

"Well then you're going to beg me to do it, beg me to let you come, because you've been a naughty little mudblood. You keep trying to show all the purebloods that you're better than us, but you're not are you my little pet? Admit it, moan my name, and maybe I'll let you come."

She took off the gag ball. The potion had worn off a few minutes ago.

"Pansy, I want you to fuck my brains out, I'm your whore, your bitch, your slut, I'll do anything to let me come."

"My little lioness, will you admit you are a scum sucking Gryffindor whore, not good enough to be in my presence?"

She started playing with her clit again, except this time with her tongue before she finally pulled out a large vibrator.

"I'm a…scum…suck-in…gasp…Gryffin…dor…who's…not worthy to be……….IN YOUR PRESENSE!"

Then thrusting the huge vibrator in and out of her vagina with a violent force, Pansy whispered in her ear, "You're not allowed to come just yet."

"FUCK PANSY JUST FUCK ME. PLEASE PANSY FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"

then Pansy whispered in her ear, "Come for me my little slut," and in a sudden moment every sensation of absolute pleasure went through her body, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"I expect to see you in this room at the same time next week, my little pet."

Hermione nodded, not quite comprehending what had just transpired. In a few more flicks of Pansy's wand, she was back in her disheveled uniform.

"Granger here's something to remember me by."

Hermione felt something appear on her neck, felt it, but knew what it was before she had even reached for it. Hermione had been collared by one of the biggest bitches in school, and there was nothing she could do but smile happily until next week.