Hermione Granger sits at her desk, posing seductively with a smile on her lips. She slides her hand along her thigh, unzipping her shorts to reveal a pair of matching red underwear. Taking her wand in hand, she lets out a soft moan, imagining herself in the thick of battle. But tonight, she has different plans for her staff. She grasps it firmly, running her fingers along its length, feeling its every crevice and curve. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, as she lets her mind wander. Her magic wand isn’t just her best friend in her world of magic, but it’s her secret pleasure too. She brings the wand to her lips, kissing it tenderly as she runs her tongue over its surface. She then presses the wand’s tip against her panty-covered pussy, gasping as she feels the moist heat emitting from her body. Slowly, she plunges the wand inside her, moving it in and out, as her arousal grows. She takes her time, building up to an explosive climax. She moans intensely, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, as she imagines her wand is a fierce enemy, which she’s vanquishing with her expert skill. Her breathing is labored as she pulls the wand out, her body shaking with pleasure. She collapses against her desk, exhausted but more alive than ever.