A Wandless (And Clothesless) Enchantment

Hermione Jean Granger, a beautiful 7+ year witch on the Hogwarts Express had currently found herself inexplicably disrobed from one end to the other, and was sitting in the altogether squirming on her delectable bare arse in front of three underclass students, doing her best to cover herself with all she had: her slender arms.

Her books were safely packed away so she couldn't even hold them against her apparently free hanging breasts, and so a glorious amount of skin, including her not insignificant cleavage, was on display no matter what she did. It was obvious that the witch had nothing to her name except an adorable birthday suit.

"Um.....um-ah-Oh.....Merlin's Beard.....Oh god...." was all she could utter, almost under her breath as the air came in shallow gulps. The boys noticed everything, from the way her legs were just covering her cute snatch to the small bit of hair creeping up, to her smooth navel shaking with her nervous breathing, to her bare shoulders and the way her dark brown hair fell over them and contrasted with her skin. She felt everything they could see, including the hair tickling her shoulders, the seat under her bum.

She had one leg over the other, sitting properly despite her nudity, and so one cute foot was rather within reach of the Slytherin. Without hesitation, he smirked and immediately grabbed her exposed bare foot, to which she instantly yanked her leg back, curling her unpainted little toes in defensively and letting out with an indignant squeal.

Doing so, she dropped her wand next to the other foot, and didn't know what to do.

The Hufflepuff offered a warm smile. "We can help you, if you just trust us. Give us your wand and we'll show you the counter spell!"

"NO WAY!" Hermione suddenly erupted, shaking her barely contained boobs quite nicely.

She reached for the wand, but the Ravenclaw, ever clever, took the oppurtunity. He pulled out his own wand. "Petrificus Totalus!"

The three underclassmen were greeted to a wonderful sight as the pretty naked young witch froze with one hand reaching for her wand, leaning over and with one boob helplessly danging free. To her, it would be but a moment of exposure, but for the lucky boys it would be etched in their mind forever. The delightful mound with a rosy capped center.

"Let's go! We need to get out of here!" Said the Slytherin. "If we do this right, it's just going to get better down the line!"

Sneakily, they made their way out.

Minutes later, Hermione tumbled nude onto the floor of her compartment and realized with horror that she could feel vibrations on her bare form. She pieced it all together when she found nothing on the soft carpet. The train was moving, and the boys were gone, with her wand! She only found a set of washing rags on her person, apparently not considered clothing. Yet.

Hermione had of course dabbled in some wandless magic, but she was distracted, flustered. So it was when she tried to turn the rag into some semblance of cover, stretching the fabric out into a thin dress, that she couldn't rid her mind of thoughts of nudity and exposure and embarrassment. Diving back onto the bench, so slipped it over her head and bare shoulders- only for the garment to disappear completely.

And at that moment Hermione realized exactly what kind of risk she had taken, and that she had lost more than she had put on the table.

Hermione pulled out a second rag, converted it, and drew it over her head, and it turned into nothingness before it was past her ears. Hermione didn't understand how, but despite all odds, her nudity was apparently quite permanent. Merlin's Beard for sure.

She stood there, tears started to fall and land on her creamy skin, bare chest heaving and dainty toes digging nervously into the plush carpet.

That's how Hermione's life as Hogwarts' first nudist student began.