Padded but solid leather cuffs encircled her wrists, fine but equally solid steel chains running from the cuffs up to a pair of massive eyelet screws ...embedded in the solid oak beam that ran the length of the room. The 22-year old woman’s legs were secured by similar leather manacles, bolted directly into the wooden dais on which she was standing. The net effect of this was that Mary was standing in a spread-eagle position, hands above her head and legs apart, incapable of any movement beyond. Poor Ron was so tired he even forgot to be embarrassed when Hermione took his hand and tugged him out through the portrait hole to breakfast, while Ginny and Harry stole a quick kiss before following them.Although the walk to the Great Hall was uneventful, Hermione was blushing profusely by the time they took their seats at the Gryffindor table. She was awake enough to notice the pointing and whispering when she and Ron had entered the hall, hand in hand. That might not have been so bad, but. Not your bedroom, silly. Well it can be your bedroom as well, if that is what you choose. But mainly a room were you can do whatever you want to do in private." Oh, can I have that one?"I bent over to look closer and I saw that she had chose a room on the second floor that had a gable window."OK, you may from now call it yours. No one will enter it without your permission so you have to do all the cleaning yourself." Will you too have your own rooms?" Maybe. We haven't decided yet. We are. "Wow, she just got out of the shower," I stupidly noted to myself waiting for more. That too was soon rewarded, as the towel came off and she brought it to her hair, giving me a view of her body to her waist. "Damn, she has nice tits!"I dropped my pajama bottoms.Okay, they were bigger than I had imagined, but certainly not large. But nice just the same, especially not even twenty feet away from me and with a clear view. Having finished with her hair, the towel went below her waist where I could.