By Sunday night, Hermione was exhausted, starved with hunger and nearly dying of thirst. Not only had he been left embarrassed and out of commission for months, all of the valuable coins he had made for his prostitution business had been stolen, along with whatever notes he had copied from the Spellbook of Desires. XXX If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was being fucked against her will and impregnated by her mortal enemy, Hermione would have enjoyed the warm trickle of cum coursing through her pussy and down onto the bed sheets. Before she could do or say anything, Malfoy had stunned her and had begun to enact his own devious plan. ‘What the fuck is everybody looking at?’ Harry murmured to a sleepy Ron as they entered the Great Hall. She could see that although Ron was still sleeping deeply, he had been either dreaming about her sweet snatch or Hermione’s hot tight teenage twat.
