Another Monday Morning

Hermione woke up early Monday morning. She instinctively reached went to get dressed before she realized that she had **** but to be naked. She decided to go take care of her letter to Ginny first, before going down to breakfast.

Not wanting to face the castle yet in her current state yet, she found a piece of parchment and began to write

Hello Hagrid,
I know this is awkward, but I need you to copy this to send to Ginny. People at the Burrow will recognize my writing, and so it would be best for you to pass this message on.
Thanks,
Hermione

• Hello Ginny,
  I need to ask you a huge favor. I don't want to get into the details in a letter, so I'll explain everything when you're back, but does your family still have old robes that would fit a seventh-year? If so, please let me know and bring a full set of Gryffindor robes with you when you return. I'll hopefully be waiting for you hidden behind my bedcurtains.
  I don't have money to repay you right now, but I promise I'll help you with whatever projects you want when you get back to repay you.
  Hoping you are well,
  Hermione

Satisfied, Hermione left her bag in the common room. The Fat Lady was briefly woken by her portrait moving, and she giggled at the sight of Hermione's bare backside as she made her way to the owlery.

It was warmer today than it had been the last time she was here. She quickly found an owl willing to take her letter and watched it swoop down for the short journey to Hagrid's Hut.

Hermione then made her way to the great hall and arrived shortly before the Slytherins had demanded the previous day. She may have ensured they didn't have the **** anymore, but she still wasn't quite willing to be played with. Or at least not yet...

Hermione sat down, her bare bottom feeling somewhat cold and uncomfortable on the hard wooden seat, and began to load up her plate with breakfast.

When the Slytherins arrived, Daphne winked at Hermione as they made their way to the table.

"Well," Pansy began, "looks like someone doesn't want a repeat of last night with Daphne."

Hermione's face flushed. She hadn't expected Daphne to tell them about that. She decided to change the subject. "Any luck getting that polyjuice potion from Malfoy, or is he choosing to ignore you?"

"Shut it," Millicent growled. Her annoyance at least showed they hadn't acquired the potion yet.

Hermione had finished, but she knew better than to try to leave before the Slytherins had. If she tried, they'd likely stop her, since they wanted her to be their entertainment while they ate. She simply sat in the seat, her hands clasped over her pussy in embarrassment. And yet her fingers did feel nice...

After a while, the Slytherins got up and made their way out onto the grounds. Hermione was grateful they hadn't demanded her company. This would give her a chance to keep working on wandless magic.

As Hermione began to make her way to the charms classroom, she decided that she might as well give Dumbledore an update on what happened, as she was partially successful.

She stood in front of his frame and called for him. "Professor Dumbledore?"

After a moment, Dumbledore appeared. "Hermione, this is rather early. Both for you to return to me, and for you to be dressed as you are."

"Well, professor... I managed to get the photos off of the Slytherins, but..." Hermione started. Things started to get grim. "They said that they were the only ones left and they bet them in a game of Wizard's chess."

"Well done, Hermione." Dumbledore beamed, but he suddenly turned serious. "And, what did you gamble in return?"

Hermione bit her lip. She was nervous to say it. "I... gambled ownership of the clothes they had and the clothes I had left." Hermione then explained the rules of how the game worked, where taking a piece in the game earned taking a piece from the pot.

After she finished, Dumbledore simply looked at Hermione. "I... see. I didn't realize that you wanted to be permanently naked when term began again."

Hermione thought that was taking it a bit far. She had wanted the photos, yes, but not to be permanently naked. "That's not true, professor! I wanted the photos more than anything!"

"And you got them, yes, but without robes..."

"I've already started work on getting more robes before next week!" Hermione interjected. "I've asked Ginny to bring them in a letter Hagrid will be sending her!"

"Have you now?" Dumbledore looked amused. "Well, that is quite resourceful, assuming that Ginny is able to follow through. And, since she is off school grounds, that, as long as your letter gets off of the grounds, she will bring you those robes, as long as it's what you want."

Hermione froze. Would something stop Hagrid from sending the letter? Did she want something to keep him from stopping the letter? While questions were running through her head, one more popped up that she had to ask Dumbledore.

"Professor, do you remember when I told you about what happened in Hogsmeade?"

"I do, Hermione."

"Well, when Pansy touched me in the Shrieking Shack... I wasn't on Hogwarts Grounds, so the spell of protection shouldn't have worked, should it?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "You WERE on Hogwarts grounds, Hermione."

Hermione was confused. "But, anything outside the walls of Hogwarts is out of the grounds, isn't it?"

"Not quite," Dumbledore corrected. "You see, the Whomping Willow and the secret passage beneath it, up to the walls, are Hogwarts grounds. The Shrieking Shack sits on land that the school purchased back before Remus Lupin began attending Hogwarts. And therefore, even though the land is in the village, it is still Hogwarts Grounds. In fact, " he added chuckling, "If Snape had brought to me the time when Draco Malfoy had seen Harry at the Shrieking Shack in your third year, I would have had to give that technicality that Harry was caught on school grounds, and therefore, couldn't be punished!" His mustache quivered with a light laugh.

Hermione was still concerned about not knowing what she wanted. "Professor... I have one more question, for now at least. How do I know what I want?"

Dumbledore's smile faded. "There is... one way to know, Hermione. But you must take caution. I believe Harry has told you about the Mirror of Erised?"

"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed as her eyes widened. "Is it still here, in the castle?"

"It is," Dumbledore nodded. "This mirror was in my possession for many, many years. I knew how useful, and dangerous, it could be, so I've kept it here, in the castle, even after my ****. It is still down in the chambers where it was left in your first year. You'll find the protective measures left by staff have long since been removed, however. You'll need a broomstick to get there and back safely, however, due to the distance."

"Then... Is it alright if I borrow one?"

"Of course! The school brooms at the Quidditch Pitch are available for all students to use, Hermione."

"Thank you, professor."

"But before you leave, I must leave you a warning."

Hermione stopped in her tracks, suddenly afraid. "W-what would that be, professor?"

"The same warning I offered Harry after I found him his third time at the Mirror of Erised." Dumbledore spoke gravely now. "The mirror offers neither knowledge nor truth. Wizards and witches have wasted away in front of it, entranced by what they have seen. Others have gone mad, not knowing if what they see is real or even possible." At this, Dumbledore took a deep breath. "But know that when you gaze into the mirror, what you see is only your heart's deepest desire. It does not mean you should follow it."

Hermione saw that Dumbledore's eyes looked sad and full of longing, as if he were remembering the things he had seen in the mirror himself.

"V-very well, professor. I'll be careful with what I see in front of the mirror."

Dumbledore gave a weak smile. "Very good, Hermione. That's all I ask. Now... Off you go."

And with that, Dumbledore left his frame once more.