Her stomach roiled in disgust. Indian sex “Minister,” Umbridge speaks again, this time directly to Fudge. One of Cornelius Fudge’s hands, Hermione notices, seems to be inside of his pants, stroking his penis. She just has to endure the pain and speak the words and she’ll get through this and it’ll be over. “Please, please, don’t do this!” she pleads to Umbridge as she sits down across from her in the chair Fudge had vacated, “I’m a virgin, please don’t do this.”
“You should have thought about the consequences of defying the Ministry,” Umbridge says flippantly, toying with the girl’s tie as Hermione cries, feeling Fudge’s finger push in and out of her tight hole, brushing up against the barrier of her virginity.
