Caught

There are times when, however much one may desire to be stealthy, it becomes impossible. Falling to your apparent **** is one of them, as Hermione found out.

"HEEEEELLPP!" she screamed, wind whipping around her, curly brown hair streaming up above her, the windows of the castle rushing up past her and the ground racing towards her with a deadly inevitability.

Her cry caught in her throat as her direction suddenly changed, and Hermione felt herself shooting upwards and away from the school instead. She became aware of someone gripping her wrist and, as she was now higher than the ledge she had initially fallen from, she hoped they had a good grip.

Hermione circled up and around so she could just about see a broomstick above her which her saviour was riding, and she realised they were going to the Quidditch pitch seconds before they arrived and she was dropped to fall the last couple of feet to the ground.

"What have you got there, Cho?" A voice asked. Hermione could not see immediately who it was, as she had landed on her hands and knees with her face towards the ground, masked by her hair falling either side of her head.

"She was falling from the tower."

"And why did you take her clothes off?"

"That wasn't me, she was naked already."

"Who is it?"

Hermione remembered an old joke about a wise man at a nudist colony. So while she put one hand firmly over her crotch, judging it the most intimate and embarrassing thing to be seen, she spread her other hand out over her face before standing up awkwardly.

"Th... thanks. " she said to Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker who had caught her.

"Don't mention it, but what were you doing up there?"

"It's a long story."

"Who are you?" One of the other players asked, trying to see Hermione's face around her hand. "Come on, be fair."

"I... just another student. I was on my way to... the Slytherin dorm."

"You're a Slytherin? I don't recognise you."

"How many naked Slytherins have you seen?" One of the other players laughed.

"Any chance one of you has a robe or something I can wear?" Hermione pleaded.

"Ooh, I don't know." A player said from behind her, "It would be a shame to spoil the view."

Hermione began to move her hand to cover her rear out of reflex, before remembering what she was doing and holding it over her face again.

"Almost got you." The guy behind her sounded pleased, "Although... this bum does look familiar. Guys, you remember when Pansy Parkinson lifted Hermione Granger's skirt up in the great hall? Well, that freckle there looks familiar."

"Got to go!" Hermione gasped, taking to her heels and running away. Once she was not surrounded by the players she moved her second hand to cover her buttocks and the incriminating freckle.