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I didn’t look over to see if anyone was below. When his cock stopped pumping I bent over and licked the last blowjob drop of his cum off the end. I grinned at him then went back inside. Mick came out of the bathroom just as my dress started to slide over my head and down onto my body. I put my shoes on then picked up my backpack before threesome reaching up and kissing Mick’s cheek. “Seeya around Mick.” I said and left the room. Going down in the lift I thought about what I’d said to myself earlier in the day; that I was going to have a lazy day. “Tomorrow.” I said to myself as I walked outside and straight into a taxi that had just sexy dropped someone off. Chapter 1: A VISIT TO THE MINISTRY Hermione knows the words shouldn't have come out of her mouth, but it is too late to take them back. Watching Professor Umbridge deny the existence of Voldemort and make Harry look like a fool in front of everything has just been too much for her. She couldn't help standing up in the middle of class and defending her friend. The look on her Professor's face, however, makes regret instantly wash over her. She won't take what she said back, though. She stands by her words, if not the action of speaking them aloud. "Miss Granger," her professor says in her simpering voice. "Please inform the class that you spoke in error and that you support the Ministry's efforts to protect the students of Hogwarts!" "I—I'm sorry, Professor, but I cannot do that." She doesn't expand on her words—doesn't say that she does not believe the Ministry has the good of the students, or even Hogwarts in mind, and she certainly doesn't say that she believes they're operating based on their own agenda, but it doesn't matter in the end, her refusal to take back her earlier accusations seal her fate. "Then there is only one course of action," Umbridge declares. "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. She obeyed her teacher and stayed in her seat until Umbridge beckoned her over to the fireplace. "Come with me, Miss Granger; you have a punishment scheduled with the Minister." Hermione gulped, fear sinking deep into her bones as she steps into the fireplace. She hears Umbridge call out their location—Ministry of Magic, the Minister's Office—and wonders what they could possibly do to her. Standing beside her professor in the Minister's office, Hermione is frozen when the command reaches her ears. "Please remove your clothes for your punishment, Miss Granger," Umbridge instructs her. I whimpered, my t-shirt soaked to my tits, my skirt clinging to my legs. Everyone ignored me, her cock forcing it’s way further in, she pulled out before pushing back in. 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