But just because people didn’t know, didn’t mean Hermione could forget. On the contrary, the entire incident sat at the forefront of her mind at all times—whispering and teasing—until she’d have to excuse herself to her dorm, cast a muffliato around her bed, and attempt to pathetically imitate what they’d done to her that night, to the best of her ability. But it never worked. She couldn’t caress herself, she couldn’t kiss herself, and she sure as Merlin couldn’t go down on herself. So she’d give up—her body tired of orgasms that couldn’t compare—and try to sleep.