Hermione found herself placed into the leather harness of the swing, her limp arms tied above her head. Umbridge pulled a vial of skele-gro forcing it down her throat, before stoppering her mouth with a red muggle ball gag. It took a few minutes for the potion to start working. A dull tingle in her limbs turned to an aching pain; as bones started to regrow. The pain reached past the dull headache stage into the writhing pain of new growing bones melding back into her body. Despite herself she started to struggle against her bindings, unaware or uncaring that to the casual eye it looked as if she was riding the swing with gusto, increasing the pendulum motion of her bound body, as it slammed into the dildo positioned at the end of the swing.