What's next?

Centre of attention

Hermione froze as time seemed to go in slow-motion. She would reflect later, looking back on this event, that it was possible that one of the students had cast some sort of slow-motion spell on her in order to make the most of the situation. Whatever the reason, Hermione felt like she was moving at a crawl as she got to her feet and wrapped one arm around her breasts, the other hand darting to cover her crotch, her face heating up like a flaming torch. She saw eyes all around her, taking in every inch of her exposed body, her pale skin, dark pink nipples, dark brown triangle of hair, and Hermione could only look up, eyes going wide and mouth forming an O shape as she looked around before being able to just stammer out,

"Sorry."

With that word she broke the silence and the crowd in front of her, who had thus far been hushed in reverential appreciation of her body, burst into laughter, whistles and catcalls. Hermione's eyes dropped to the floor, picking a point between her bare toes to fix on as the noise of the group sounded around her.

"This went so much better than I thought." She heard Ginny say nearby. Hermione glanced up,

"It was a... a curse." She gulped, "Ginny cursed me." There was a momentary pause, before a portion of the crowd changed their appreciative calls from her to Ginny,

"Nice one, Weasley."

"Great job."

"I'll give you a Galleon to do Luna next."

Hermione took one last look around her, before turning and running up the stairs, hoping maybe this time she could get into the dormitory, and wondering how long it would take her to live down this humiliation.