Still in her uncomfortable bound position Hermione couldn’t stop the copious amounts of drool from escaping her mouth, she wasn’t sure if the new tongue piercings were responsible for this, but the situation was again worsened as Snape spelled the chair trapping the bound witch into a new set-up, her open sex was raised upwards towards the group of wizards at her feet. The sharp incline meant her saliva was now following gravity to drip across her face, Hermione could now see her pierced breasts the golden clamps rendered freshly uncomfortable as her changed position caused the mammary attachments to drag her abused nipples in a new direction, towards her face, the breasts feeling increasingly heavy with untapped milk.