A scream tears through Hermione's lips as the force of your blow resonates through her body. She clenches her teeth, fighting back hot tears of pain and humiliation. Her hands claw futilely at the floor, trying to find purchase or escape from the brutal assault on her most intimate flesh. After what feels like an eternity, you finally release her. She lies there for a moment, gasping for air and trembling, as if every nerve ending in her body has been set ablaze by your attack.

As you begin to fist her, Hermione lets out a series of high-pitched moans and cries that echo through the office. Her body arches off the floor as your hand violently pummels her insides. The pain is nearly unbearable, but she cannot help but feel a strange sense of release coursing through her veins with each powerful thrust. She bites down on her lip, trying to muffle the sounds that escape her throat as tears stream down her face.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Hermione says, her voice trembling slightly. "Let me try again." She closes her eyes and takes a moment to compose herself before continuing. "If someone were to use the Cruciatus Curse on a girl's breasts or secret place..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words.

"Um...it would cause intense pain, which could potentially lead to permanent physical damage," Hermione says slowly. "

"No! I'm sorry, Professor Snape!" Hermione exclaims, panic rising in her voice. "I'll try my best to give you the right answer." She takes a deep breath and continues, "If someone were to use the Cruciatus Curse on a girl's breasts or secret place..." Her face flushes with embarrassment as she struggles to find the words.

"It would...it would cause excruciating pain," Hermione finally manages to say. "

She can't resist the allure of Slytherin boys, her newfound lust making her crave their touch above anything else.

Her academic performance plummets as she prioritizes meeting her basest desires over studying for exams.

No longer content with platonic relationships, Hermione seduces anyone who catches her eye, using her quick wit and charm to manipulate them into her bed.

And yet, despite everything, she still harbors a deep, secret longing for something more - a love that transcends mere physical satisfaction.

As time goes on, Hermione realizes that her actions have not only destroyed her reputation at Hogwarts but also damaged her relationship with Luna Lovegood. She is unable to escape the shame and guilt that haunts her every waking moment.

Eventually, Hermione is forced to leave Hogwarts and move to live alone in the Muggle world. It's there that she discovers that true happiness comes not from pleasure but from self-acceptance and acceptance of others.