When you leave the dungeon, you head towards the nearest girls bathroom. As you walk through the corridors, you notice some of the other children staring at you as they walk past. You wonder if they somehow know what you just did. You feel yourself blushing, so you put your head down and rush to the bathrooms.

You enter the bathroom and head straight to the sinks. You see yourself in the mirror and the sight makes you blush when you realise what everyone was staring at. There is still some of Draco's stuff in your hair and on your cheek.  And as you look lower down you see a large damp patch on the front of your blouse with your bra showing through from underneath. You feel so embarrassed, but at the same time slightly aroused. It was like Draco marked you to show everyone you belonged to him.

You bite your lip when you think of Draco owning you like that. Then you grab some of the paper towels from near the sink and try to clean yourself up. You wipe the stuff out of your hair and then go to clean your blouse. You realise it would be easier if you were not wearing it, so you quickly throw off your robes and take off your blouse.

As you stand at the sink washing your blouse, you hear the door open behind you. Hermione walks into the bathroom and sees you stood at the sink wearing just your skirt and bra. She watches you quietly for a moment before coming closer.

"Hi, y/n," she says. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I, umm, just got something on my blouse," you say. "I, err, knocked a bottle over in the potions cupboard and it, erm, shot out onto me."

"Oh dear, I hope it wasn't anything dangerous?" Hermione says with concern.

"No, it's fine. Draco just told me to clean it off." you say, blushing slightly.

Hermione looks down at the rest of your body carefully.

"It looks like you got some on your bra too," she says pointing. "Did you need help cleaning it off?"

"No. Thanks, Hermione," you say. "But I was just going to get the worst of it off then I was going back to the dormitory to change clothes."

Hermione smiles at you and watches as you try to dry your blouse. "Here, let me help," she says as she pulls out her wand. You feel yourself surrounded by warm air and soon your clothes are dry again.

"Thanks, Hermione," you say.

"You're welcome, y/n," Hermione says then grins and pulls you in for a hug. "Okay, I better let you go then and I'll see you soon." she says. blushing slightly.

Hermione leaves the bathroom and you put your blouse back on, then pick your robes up off the floor.

Soon you are walking through the Gryffindor common room and heading up the stairs to your dormitory. When you enter you see that it appears someone has been in there tidying up. All your clothes have been picked up off the floor and are now clean and folded neatly in your trunk again.

You sigh and flop onto the bed, and lay for a moment on your belly. You know you should be getting undressed and finding some clean clothes, but you decide to take a quick rest instead.

As you lay there, your mind goes back to what just happened with Draco. Part of you knows you should not enjoy being treated like that, but at the same time you feel yourself getting aroused by the memory. There was something you liked about having a guy take control like that. Back in the real world the guys you knew were all too nice and considerate to do anything like that, and you were too shy to tell them what you wanted. And so because of that you had never had a boyfriend. But Draco wasn't like them, he didn't care and just took whatever he wanted. And it seemed like he wanted you.

You can feel yourself getting more aroused the more you think of Draco. You are getting wetter and you want to touch yourself down there. You lift your belly up off the bed slightly and slide your hand underneath. Your hand forces itself lower to down between your legs. You moan when you feel how damp your panties are already. Then you lift your hips up slightly and your hand slips inside your panties. You groan as your hand finally makes contact with your vagina.

You start to moan and grip your pillow tight with one hand, while your hips start to move and you grind yourself down onto your other hand. You push your face into your pillow to cover the noises you are making. It feels so good you find it hard to control your movements. The muscles in your bum start to squeeze tighter and you grind yourself harder onto your hand. You feel yourself getting close, you bury your face in your pillow to cover your screams of passion. Your body starts to shudder as your pleasure reaches its climax.

You pant and moan into your pillow as your body starts to relax again. You feel weak and struggle to lift your hips up, but you manage to pull your hand out from under your body. You look at your hand and see your fingers are covered with your wetness, so you wipe them clean on your bed sheets.

Suddenly you notice a noise behind you and the sound of a door closing. You jump up in surprise and turn around, but when you do you see no one there and the room is empty. Whoever it was must have left.