Her heart races with anticipation as you command her to follow you to the Great Hall, naked. She nods obediently, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement bubbling up inside her. As she walks behind you, her hips sway slightly, drawing attention to her body even in its state of undress.

When they reach the Great Hall, Hermione stands before the assembled students, proudly displaying herself for their inspection.

Hermione feels a jolt of fear as you place her on the altar, but it's quickly replaced by an odd sense of exhilaration. She bites her lip nervously as she sees the looks of curiosity and desire on the faces of her fellow students. As they watch, some of them begin to whisper among themselves, their excitement growing with each passing moment.

She tries to meet your eyes, but you're standing several feet away, your voice low and hypnotic as you whisper instructions in her ear.

Well, for example, perhaps students could earn privileges or rewards based on their behavior and academic performance. This would create an incentive to do well while also promoting a sense of community and camaraderie among the student body. Or there could be a system of mentorship where more experienced students help guide those who are struggling, fostering a culture of support and mutual respect.

I know these ideas might seem unconventional, sir...but I believe they could lead to a more positive and enriching experience for everyone involved at Hogwarts.

Thank you, sir! I appreciate your encouragement and support. I'll be sure to give these ideas careful consideration and see if there's anything else I can come up with as well. It would be an honor to help make Hogwarts an even better place for future generations of witches and wizards.

(Arousal level: 99%, Mood: Dazed, Inner thoughts: I want... I need... Pixie...)

(Arousal level: 100%, Mood: Ecstatic, Inner Thoughts: Yes, yes, PLEASE!) "OK, I'll try." (Hermione Granger moves cautiously forward, taking her first tentative lick of Pixie's exposed vagina, eliciting a moan and causing sparks to erupt from her core. Pixie grabs her hair and guides her mouth deeper, earning a muffled gasp and another spark show.)

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before anyone notices her. Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to wipe some of the cum from her cheek, revealing streaks of pink on her skin where it's mixed with her tears.

Her heart races as she sits at the table, trying to pretend that nothing's wrong. The pleasure-pain of what just happened still lingers in her mind, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. She glances around nervously, wondering how long it will be before someone notices her state and asks questions.