Day 1 of permanent nudity.

The rest of the day was a blur of strange embarrassment for the two naked witches. While they were completely aware of their bare breasts and exposed pussies, no one else had any idea. They talked to professors, classmates, even Harry and Ron! While they chatted in Gryffindor's common room, it took every bit of Hermione's willpower to resist covering her exposed privates in front of her closest friends, but the knowledge that doing so would be catastrophically embarrassing helped her resist temptation.

“Hey Ginny, have you got a fever?” Ron asked as he cocked his head at his naked sister, “Your face is a bit red, you alright?” The nude witch's eyes bulged like giant saucers, unsure of how to answer. Her small hands trembled in fear of being discovered, her fingers idly twisting the ring that kept her dignity. The red-haired sorceress took a gulp as she met her brother’s stare without a stitch of clothing to her name.

“Ah, um... I think I might be coming down with something, I'm going to go to my room....” Ginny beat a hasty retreat as her bare feet stomped up the wooden stairs to her bedroom. Although she could wear shoes without problem, the red-haired witch insisted on going bare-foot in her own home. The curse couldn’t take that away from her, at the very least she would feel normal in her bedroom…

“I better go with her…” Hermione mumbled to her two oblivious male friends as she chased after Ginny. She quickly climbed the creaking wooden stairs after her equally naked friend, her cheeks blushing as she gets a perfect view of her friend’s privates from behind. Hermione couldn’t help but have her eyes drawn to the wobbling bare ass with a perfect pink twat… Shaking her head she admonished herself in her confused mind! Of course, Hermione identified as a heterosexual woman, not a lesbian or bisexual… obviously… Though all this time spent with her exposed friend and being the only one that could see each other for their true state of undress… she felt like it was starting to affect her!

At the bottom of the stairs, Potter looked at his friend with a concerned face. “Ron, that was a bit weird wasn’t it?” Harry commented as he stopped his slow pacing of the room, “You don’t think something could be wrong, could it?”

“I’m sure it’s fine Harry, girls are just weird…” He replied, “’sides, it’s time for dinner and I’m starving! I wonder if they’ll have sour sugarsnaps tonight!”

“This is so humiliating!” Ginny squealed into her hands as she slammed the door shut behind them. “I know the others can’t see my bits hanging out… but I know! And that’s what’s important!” She huffed in frustration and anger and nearly crossed her arms over her chest before realizing what she was about to do! Hermione’s eyes bulged and she nearly lunged forward to stop her fiery-haired friend from disrupting her ring’s magical illusion of clothes.

“Be careful Ginny!” Hermione warned as her friend firmly planted her trembling hands on her bare sides. One wrong move…

“Bollocks, that was close!” Ginny hissed, her hands drifting upwards and massaging her temples in stress, “If I had broken the ring’s magic… well I would have had to go hungry tonight! Or… risk making a run for the pantry after dark…” Hermione cringed at the thought of having to streak in the halls again, especially without their magic rings. She recounted an earlier encounter today where she was nearly discovered…

As the two girls later found out, the ring also replicated noise and touch of their illusory clothing. While walking to her “Defense of the Dark Arts” class, it was almost impossible not to occasionally bump and knock into a friendly passerby. Hermione couldn’t help but gasp in surprise when she felt someone’s rough robes against her bare breast or an accidental brush of someone’s hand against her milky thighs. Every time she looked at her classmate in horror, her heart rapidly beating as she streaked the halls, waiting for one of them to somehow be able to see through her illusory clothes, but they were all none the wiser even as they inadvertently groped and fondled the nude sorceress.

Even worse had been sitting on the cold wooden chairs in class, chilling the naked witch to the bone. Hermione had involuntarily shuddered and jumped when she felt Snape's warm hand reach down onto her bare shoulder and he looked at her like she had seven eyes. To him she was wearing her typical Gryffindor uniform, but to her she was wearing… well, nothing! Nothing except her knee-high boots that is. Ever since they had learned that the only article of clothing they could wear was their footwear, the nude witches tried to cover as much skin as possible with what they had, though it still wasn’t much, especially with their breasts and pussies still out in the open. Knee high boots, long silk gloves that extended to their forearms, whatever it took to feel like they were wearing anything at all, rather than being stark-naked in school. “Miss Granger…” Professor Snape enunciated slowly, “I’ve noticed your attention has been… elsewhere today…”

She looked up with wide, innocent eyes, like a surprised kitten hearing an unexpected noise. “Um, just, er… cold… and-and… and thinking about our homework!” Hermione desperately tried to drown out the thought that Snape was currently staring right at naked body, tits and all. She could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks as she struggled to keep her twitching hands off her breasts and pussy. Pursing his lips, the Professor simply nodded slowly before moving on and leaving Hermione to breathe a sigh of relief.

Closing her eyes, she considered how close she had been to blowing her cover. It was certainly going to be a challenge adjusting to their permanent nudity! Finished with putting on what little accessories they were allowed, Ginny gently grasped her naked friend’s hand. “Com’on Hermione, let’s go get some dinner before there’s too many people...”