Hermione reckoned that Gabrielle was long gone even if she was willing to add her shouted entreaties for help into the otherwise calm day. She stared sadly into the forest, wondering if she could find an opening sufficient to accommodate her enhanced frame. Her captivity had habituated her to an utterly passive existence. A fear gnawed at the first decision that she was confronted with for an interminable period of time.  Should she continue her attempted escape or should she cut her losses and return to the Malfoy wedding party in the hopes no-one had noticed her absence. Maybe Voldermort would allow her give him a blowjob  She might get the opportunity to have a good cum, with her stillness she could feel her essence coat her legs as her viscous juices slimed a trail down her tight boots