A trip to Asskaban.

It was embarrassing.

It was really embarrassing.

It was really, really, horribly embarrassing.

It was really, really, horribly, awfully, dreadfully, terribly embarrassing.

She couldn't believe how embarrassing it was.

And she'd only been there five minutes.

One minute she'd been standing in Tonks' office in the Ministry of Magic, fully clothed. That had been all right. It hadn't been embarrassing at all. But the next minute she was stark naked, and standing in a dungeon in the wizard prison of Asskaban. And that was turning out to be incredibly embarrassing.

The nearest Depantor looked her up and down. It was a flying blob of tentacles with a huge leering eye in the middle, about three feet round, and it was looking straight at her. It could see all of her. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes and everything in between, including her small pink-nippled bare breasts and the curly chestnut hair that covered her pretty pink pussy. Somehow, when it looked at her, she felt like everyone in the whole world was seeing her naked. And, even worse, they were laughing at her. She felt completely ridiculous. She covered herself with her hands and said, very quietly, "Eek."

"Hello, Hermione," the Depantor said.

"You can talk?"

"Of course we can talk. Nice tits, by the way."

"What are you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"We're creatures from another dimension. We feed on human dignity. That's why, when you're around, you feel like you've got absolutely no dignity whatsoever. Intense, overwhelming embarrassment is the only emotion you're capable of feeling."

"But why do I have to be naked?"

"We're also perverts. Hello, Ginny."

Ginny whimpered. She was also completely naked, and being ogled from all sides by three Depantors. "Hermione! Can't you make them stop?"

"If you had your wand," said the Depantor, "you could cast a Pantronus charm. But you don't. Anyway, come along." It took hold of Hermione's wrist with a tentacle and began pulling her towards a huge black door that stood imposingly at one end of the dungeon. She staggered along after it, trying and failing to cover herself with only one hand. The Depantors took hold of Ginny by both arms, forcing her to follow suit, although she couldn't cover herself at all.

"Where are we going?" said Hermione.

"To your cells, of course. Tickle or spank?"

"What?"

"It's a simple question. We have two cells free at the moment - a tickle cell, and a spank cell. Which would you prefer?"

"I don't understand! Can't I have neither?"

The black door opened onto a long stone-walled cell block, lined on each side with row upon rows of cells. Each cell had at least two or three beautiful naked women in it. Hermione blushed even brighter as she saw what the Depantors were doing to them.

"What's going on? What kind of place is this?"

"That's a spank cell." The Depantor pointed with a tentacle. Inside the cell, another Depantor was taking a heavy wooden panel to the bare bottom of a slender Chinese girl, who was strapped down over a wooden bench with her breasts dangling free in the air. A mirror had been set up so she could see her blazing red cheeks. Two more Depantors played with her nipples. "Does that sound good? You could spend the rest of the day getting spanked."

"N-no!"

"You'd rather be tickled, then."

"Aren't there any other cells?"

"Sure." The Depantor pointed again. "There's the tentacle porn room, where we use our tentacles to have sex with you. That one's very popular. There's the lesbian room, where we make you use your fingers and tongues to have sex with each other. There's the predicament bondage room. There's the mud wrestling room, and the ice cube room, and the orgasm denial room, and the room where we put thousands of tiny clothespins all over your body and pull them off. But right now we only have tickle and spank available."

"Oh," said Hermione. "That's a lot of cells."

"If you don't choose, we'll put you into a combination ticklespank room. That's where they tickle and spank you at the same time."

"Yes," said Hermione. "I think I worked that out." She hesitated. She didn't want to be spanked, at all, but she wanted to be tickled even less. She really, really hated being tickled. It made her feel weak and helpless and powerless and **** and stupid, and if there was one thing Hermione hated above everything else, it was feeling stupid. She couldn't stand how embarrassing it was to have everyone think you were silly and stupid.

"Spank," she said, very reluctantly.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely?"

"Hundred per cent."

"You'd definitely rather be spanked than be tickled?"

"Certainly. I hate being tickled."

"Great," said the Depantor. "We're definitely going to send you to the tickle cell, then, now we know you hate being tickled. Come with me and we'll strap you into the tickle harness for your very long, public, humiliating tickle session."

"Oh," said Hermione, in a very small voice.

"Bet you feel pretty stupid now, huh?"

"Shut up. And what do you mean, public?"

"Visiting hours begin soon. We've got three whole classes of Slytherins coming in to see you naked and tickled. Plus half a dozen journalists. They're all bringing cameras."