Dobby misses the show by thiiiiiiis much.

After catching her breath from the intense orgasm you provided her, Hermione gets out of the tub considering herself finished with the quick, but very eventful bath. She takes you out as well, putting you down on the ground and providing you a towel to dry off with. You silently take the towel, even though it’s more like a blanket in your tiny hands, and begin cleaning yourself. All of this is only barely noticed because your mind is more preoccupied with the thought that someone might be literally fucking you without your knowledge.

You can’t shake the feeling that the rough and randy rub down Hermione had done with your small body in the bath had happened before, but it seems impossible because you’ve only been small two days. The only women you’ve been alone with in that time were Hermione and Mrs. Weasley. The thought of doing anything erotic with the Weasley matron leaves you feeling a little queasy. The woman’s attractive enough, but she’s like a mother to you and that’s one line you don’t want to cross. You can’t know it was Mrs. Weasley, you can’t even know for certain if what your remembering is even true. But if someone really was using your tiny body to get off without your knowledge then who? You’re eyes move towards your current guardian, friend and recent sexual partner in suspicion. You get quite an eyeful when you turn to Hermione just as she bends over to run the towel over her nice, shapely rump. You audibly gulp at the firm ass of your best friend as she runs the towel between her cheeks, creating some jiggling.

“Enjoy the bath Harry?” You’re eyes move up from the bear bottom to Hermione, who is looking over her shoulder at you with a wide, amused grin. You nod eagerly, having never experienced something so lewd in your short life. Your approval only makes Hermione’s smile widen and she resumes drying her rump, this time lightly shaking her hips as she wipes. She’s obviously noticed you watching and has no problem with you checking her out, but then why should she? You had just used your body to scrub her body, in particular between her long, luscious legs. It’s obvious that you’re not only friends anymore and your not really boyfriend and girlfriend. You’re not sure what you are, but you aren’t complaining. If you’re new relationship with Hermione includes more events like the one in the tub, Ron is going to have a tough time competing for your time.

“Well that was very fun,” Hermione practically beams as she slips her robe on. She reaches for your own robe, which looks like a dishtowel in her hands. You gratefully put it on, finding yourself much more comfortable wearing something and now able to think more clearly. You aren’t going to forget about that fragment of memory you recovered in the tub. Something is defiantly going on and your going to find out what. It’s just like all those other times a mystery needs uncovering at Hogwarts, only unlike the Philosopher Stone or the Chamber of Secrets, you need to discover whose been using you as a sex toy. This is the best mystery you’ve had yet.

Walking out of the bathroom, Hermione trails slowly behind you, watching you go with a critical eye. Somehow, having her looming over you as you walk is both a reassurance and niggling. “You’ve been quite Harry, is everything alright? You didn’t swallow too much bath water or… other fluids did you?”

You shake your head and stride over to a footstool beside Hermione’s bed. Hopping onto it, you stare up at the huge girl before you trying to look at ease. “No, everything’s fine. I’ve just have a lot on my mind and I need to do some thinking.”

Suddenly, Hermione leans in, her eyes have gone wide and she looks apprehensive down at you with a frown. “Harry if this is about what we did in the tub, don’t take it the wrong way. It was just a little bit of harmless fun and I didn’t **** you to do anything. If you’re thinking about going to Dumbledore, rethink it. We need to keep things between us, don’t involve anyone you hear me, no one.”

“Whoa! That’s not what’s been on my mind at all! It’s something completely unrelated,” you quickly explain. The anxiety leaves Hermione instantly and she starts smiling again as though nothing had happened. You look at her peculiarly. Hermione immediately started panicking when she jumped to the conclusion that you were going to talk to Dumbledore, not showing much concern for what you felt. You brush it off as Hermione being Hermione. She’s just afraid of having Dumbledore see her as an unfit guardian for you and being replaced with someone else. It’s her concern for your wellbeing, you assure yourself.

“Well, what’s the matter Harry? There are no secrets between us, so tell me.” The way Hermione spoke sounded sweet, but her statement come out as a demand. You think of the best way to explain how you think someone is using you sexually but have no memory of it actually happening without sounding mental, when a loud pop sounds from beside you. You turn to the sound and get grabbed by a pair of bony thin arms and pulled into a full body hug.

“Mr. Harry Potter! Dobby is so happy you are not completely shrunken yet!”

Your ears ring as the shrill cry is bawled right into your ear. You try to throw the person holding you off, but can’t seem to budge them. They have a **** grip on you and don’t seem to be planning to stop hugging you any time soon. You struggle harder, only managing to make them grip you even harder. Slowly, your face starts to go red from lack of oxygen and you lament in your head that if you had to die from an overeager hug, why couldn’t it be from Hermione, Ginny or any of the other pretty girls at Hogwarts. Being squeezed to **** by this bag of bones is unpleasant in so many ways.

“Dobby, let go of Harry right now.” The firm, commanding voice of Hermione makes the crushing embrace stop and you fall back to the ground, gasping and panting for air. Weakly, you look up at the bug-eyed face of free house elf and all around spaz Dobby. The free elf grins at you joyfully, ignorant of how hard he was squeezing you. Before you can yell, threaten or pummel the crazy elf, Dobby is helping you up, gushing with praise and happiness as he helps you to your feet,

“Mr. Harry Potter is so great and powerful, even this size he is mightier then Dobby or any elf alive! Dobby wants to help Mr. Harry Potter, Dobby will do anything for him! Dobby was so happy when Mr. Dumbledore asked Dobby to see Mr. Harry Potter so he could know if he is shrunken much yet. This is a happy sight for Dobby to see Mr. Harry Potter not very small. Very happy for Dobby indeed.”

Dusting yourself off, you glare at Dobby, but are unable to hold onto your anger as he looks at you with adoration and love like some lovesick schoolgirl. A very creepy, ugly lovesick schoolgirl. You shudder as you look at Dobby. House elves have always looked freaky with their huge, buggy eyes, floppy ears and shriveled up skin, but when you’re about their size, the freakiness factor doubles. Turning towards something much prettier, you see Hermione smiling down at both you and Dobby. You might consider house elves to be freaky, little creatures, but you know Hermione absolutely loves the little freaks. She cares for the little buggers so much that she tries to argue for their freedom, but is never taken seriously because most wizards and witches share your opinion that house elves are freaky.

“How you doing Dobby, fine I hope?” Dobby nods eagerly, looking between you and Hermione. For a second, it seems like he might hug you again and you raise your hands in feeble protection. Whatever desire Dobby had to grab you passes and he turns to Hermione with a big, goofy grin plastered all over his shriveled face.

“Dobby is doing fine. Mr. Dumbledore asked Dobby to discretely check on Mr. Harry Potter to find out how Mr. Harry Potter’s friend is treating him and that’s what Dobby is doing. Dobby is being discrete, right? Right? Right?!” the nervous edge in Dobby’s voice is clear and present. With a groan you realize the little buggers about to have a panic attack over failing his job. You know any second he’s going to grasp that he screwed up, start bawling his eyes out and begin ramming his already lumpy cranium into the wall. Not wanting the house elf to hurt himself and wanting less for Hermione’s walls to be damaged, you comfort the mental house elf.

“Your very discrete Dobby, you did a very good job. I’m very happy with the job your doing, very happy.” Dobby looks at you skeptically. There’s a battle going on in his damaged head on whether your right as always or he’s wrong as always. Unable to grasp that he did right, Hermione steps in to reassure Dobby before he has a breakdown. “Dobby, you did very good, but you can do even better by leaving now and telling Dumbledore that everything is fine and Harry is happy and healthy. Can you do that?”

“Dobby can do that! Dobby can do that! Dobby will do the best telling of happy and health he can.” The elf cried and jumped, looking like telling Dumbledore your fine is the same as winning the lottery. You shake your head at the ridicules display Dobby is putting on, thankful he’ll be done soon. Dobby is tolerable when your normal size, but in your current small stature, he’s driving you nuts.

“One more thing Dobby,” Hermione pipes up before the elf can disappear. You glare up at Hermione for stopping the elf for m leaving, but go completely ignored. Hermione is giving all her attention on Dobby as she speaks down to the little guy as sweetly as she can. “The next time Dumbledore sends you to see how Harry is, can you give me a forewarning? I’d hate for you to pop in her sometime and find…a mess.”

“Of course, anything for Mr. Harry Potter’s friend.” With nothing more to be said, Dobby disappeared, leaving you again alone with Hermione. Letting out a sigh, you slump back onto the footstool you had been sitting on. Seeing Dobby at your current height had been bothersome. The small elf was bigger then you and easily over powered you with a simple hug. A shiver runs down your back at a sudden realization.

If someone as small and frail as Dobby could manhandle you, image what a person could do to you?

You had been trying to ignore your current disability, but being nearly crushed by a house elf brought it all back. You were pretty much helpless right now and it was only going to get worse. You are a couple feet now, but you’ll get smaller and smaller until you’re no bigger then a bug. Your mind wanders to the fragmented memories you have of someone using you to get off. That person could do a lot worse to you when you’re small enough to fit in their hand. Looking up at Hermione, you understand now how important it is to know if someone is abusing you or not and how you need some information.

“Hermione, I need to know something?” She tilts her head down to you, her mind on something else. Her attention slowly returns to you and you ask your question, fearing what the answer could be. “Who can access your room Hermione?”

“Well, as prefect I need to keep my door open for all of the Gryffindor girls so they can come to me if there are any problems, teachers can come and go as they please, also I allow some of the girls from the other houses access incase they have something important to talk about. Oh and Ron has access too.”

You nod, feeling your stomach drop at the number of girls with access to you in Hermione’s room. Anyone of them could have gotten to you, from any house. It made your head hurt just thinking about it. A classmate could have used you as a sex toy and erased your memories. You can’t think of anyone who could do that, but you can’t say you understand the female mind too well either. Girls have always been this soft, good smelling mystery to you. Even the ones you know well like Hermione are full of surprises. You never expected Hermione to swear or lie. Nor did you expect her to want to bath with you. And you never expected her to give Ron access to her room anytime he wants.

Wait a sec.

“Ron has access to your room?!” You blurt out at Hermione in surprise. Female prefects weren’t supposed to let any boys into their rooms. The only reason you’re here is because Dumbledore allowed it. How could Hermione allow Ron into her room and why? You know they are close, but you were never sure how close they were. Looking up at Hermione, you see her looking away in disinterested, suddenly ending this conversation.

“Wow, look at the time,” Hermione quickly chirped, acting as though Harry hadn’t said anything at all. “Our bath took longer then I thought, dinners already over. Well, you know what they say, time flies when your having fun. Now it’s time for…”