In the dim light of an abandoned warehouse, Hermione Granger stood, legs spread, bent over a dusty table. Her messy hair hung down, obscuring her tearful face. Her pleated skirt was disheveled, revealing a wet, open button-up shirt. Her microtits were perky under the fabric, her nipples hard and erect. Despite the pain etched on her features, she was swallowing deeply, her mouth glistening from a recent bout of cock sucking.