Actually, she isn't. She is brought to them.

Note: This chapter actually deviates from the previous chapter at the point when Hermione continues to argue with the house-elf while hiding behind the stall door. It was also written with the help of ChatGPT.

Hermione barely had time to react before the sharp tug of Apparition yanked her forward. A loud CRACK! echoed through the air, and suddenly, she was somewhere else. The warmth of the Prefect’s Bathroom was gone, replaced by the cool, bustling air of a large stone chamber.

For a moment, she just stood there, stunned, her bare feet pressing against the cold flagstone floor. The room was vast, filled with long wooden tables and steaming cauldrons, stacks of fresh linens, and enchanted washbasins scrubbing themselves clean. It took her only a second to realize where she was.

The castle’s laundry and house-elf workroom.

Hermione gasped and instinctively moved to cover herself, her left arm crossing over her chest while her right hand pressed firmly between her legs. She clenched her thighs together as tightly as possible, hunching forward, her entire body stiff with humiliation. Whereas before she had been hidden away, stranded but at least alone, now she was out in the open, standing completely naked in the heart of the elves’ domain.

And worse still—there was no toilet in sight.

Dozens of elves bustled about, completely unaffected by her state. No corners to hide in. No towels. No escape. A wave of dread crashed over her, making her knees feel weak.

Her bladder throbbed angrily, a sharp pang reminding her how badly she needed to go. She squeezed her thighs together, shifting from foot to foot, her entire body squirming as she fought to maintain control. A fresh wave of desperation wracked her body, her thighs trembling as she clenched every muscle she had.

The house-elf that had brought her turned toward the others, completely unfazed by her predicament.

"This student is needing clothes," the elf announced, folding his arms as he glared up at her, clearly annoyed. "She is making too much fuss about it."

Several other elves turned to look, their wide lamp-like eyes blinking as they took in the naked, fidgeting girl before them. There was a brief, hushed conversation, then they all nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes. The student must be measured for her clothing," one of them chirped.

Hermione stiffened. "W-What? No! I—"

But before she could protest, the elves had already surrounded her, small hands reaching for her arms.

She let out a startled squeak as they grasped her wrists, pulling her arms away from her chest.

"N-No! Wait—!" she gasped. Heat flooded her cheeks, creeping down her neck as if her entire body were catching fire. Every inch of exposed skin prickled under their gazes, and she tried to twist away, but the elves were surprisingly strong for their size.

"The student must not be hiding! We must measure!" one of them scolded, pulling out a floating tape measure that immediately began its work.

Hermione clamped her thighs together even tighter, pressing her legs firmly against each other in a **** attempt to maintain both her modesty and her control. No, no, no—she couldn’t let them—she just had to hold on— Her breath hitched as tiny fingers curled around her knees, prying them apart despite her whimpering protests.

The elves sighed in frustration.

"The student is crossing her legs!" one of them grumbled. "We is needing to measure properly!"

Before she could stop them, two elves grabbed her knees and gently but firmly uncrossed them, forcing her feet apart.

Hermione let out a whimper, her hands balling into fists as she felt herself standing completely exposed, her bladder pulsing angrily at the sudden movement. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as her bladder cramped painfully, warning her that she wouldn’t last much longer.

She squirmed, her toes curling against the cold stone as she pressed her thighs together as much as possible without moving. The enchanted tape measure slithered over her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if blocking out the sight would somehow make this less mortifying.

"P-Please!" she gasped, her voice shaking as she felt herself losing the battle against her body. "I— I really, really n-need a—"

"The student must be still!" another elf snapped, swatting at her thigh lightly as if she were an impatient child. "She is making this difficult!"

Hermione bit her lip, her legs trembling, her entire body shaking with embarrassment and desperation as she struggled not to completely lose control right then and there. She was hyperaware of every movement, every shift in the air, every curious glance from the elves as they took their time inspecting her.

She had to get out of this now—before it was too late.