Epilogue

"Hey, Hermione, can we get a look at your tits?" Ron asked boisterously.

"You know the rules, ask nicely."

Ron looked a little sheepish for a split second, but then smiled and responded, "Can you please present your breasts, because nothing would light up our morning quite like your beautiful bosom?"

"That's more like it." Hermione chuckled, brushing her hair out of the way and pushing her chest forward, much to the admiration of the boys crowded around Ron. Breakfast for Hermione normally began in this fashion, but of course she was only part of the reason the great hall had been so much more crowded during mealtimes for the past year.

"I should be flattered that you're still so captivated by my tits; you must have seen them a million times by now and surely there must be another willing set of nipples to be scrutinised in here, I don't even put on a show like the nervous wrecks over there." She pointed to the entrance of the Great Hall, where a handful of furious, naked witches were hanging in rather humiliating positions from the stone archway.

More than three quarters of the witches in the dining hall were naked and happily chatting, eating and behaving as if everything was perfectly normal, well, for the new Hogwarts, this was normal. The rest of the witches, mostly Slytherin, were in their regular black robes and kept looking fearfully at the entrance to the hall, as if expecting the stonework to reach out and string them up naked next to the other helpless victims.

At the beginning of her sixth year, Hermione had eagerly slipped out of her clothes as soon as the train departed King's Cross, much to her delight, most of her fellow witches followed suit. She had received some dirty looks from a handful of robed Slytherin girls on the carriages between Hogsmeade and the castle, but she barely even noticed them as she climbed into a carriage with Ginny and Luna, and two other naked witches she recognised from the coven the year before.

Dumbledore himself lead the students from the carriages all the way up to the entrance hall of the castle, at which point he turned around and spoke.

"It is good to see you all again after a long Summer's holiday. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves and I am glad to see so many of you open up to the new flexabilities of the dress code. Now it is my unfortunate duty to inform you that, during the Summer holidays, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall attempted to remove a few magical traps from the Slytherin dungeons that were laid by some errant former students."

Hermione and Ginny glanced at each other, trying not to let their laughter show.

"They were successful in removing said enchantments from the dungeons." there was a look of relief on the faces of all the clothed Slytherin witches, and perhaps a hint of disappointment on the faces of the Slytherin wizards, "However; the enchantments had some security features that we failed to anticipate, it appears, that when it sensed itself coming under threat, the enchantments magnified in strength and relocated to the entrance of the great hall."

Hermione couldn't help but smile as she remembered Dumbledore's words and the delight in the faces of all but handful of witches when he uttered them. She drunk her last cup of tea while watching a group of naked Ravenclaw first years walk casually through the archway, just as a Slytherin witch was ensnared by a particularly vicious looking strappado a few feet away from them.

"It's amazing how well the first years just accepted the nudity, the stuffy sixth year Slytherins could afford to learn from them." Hermione thought to herself. Realising the time, Hermione picked up her book bag and headed to her first lesson of the day, defense against the dark arts.

Ginny and Luna were going the same way for their lessons, so the three naked women walked together down the stone corridors.

"I see you're enjoying the first full growth you've had in a while." Ginny commented, eyeing the thick curly hair growing between Hermione's legs.

Umbridge's magical depilation was finally wearing off and almost every witch was proudly displaying their own bush again. There were a few, like Ginny, who kept theirs trimmed and still others, like Luna, decided to keep the clean shaven appearance as it was - apparently it keeps "brumbly raddagats" away from your private areas.

As they got to the dark arts classroom, Hermione said goodbye to her friends and headed inside. Professor Snape was beginning a lecture on a certain sub-group of lethal curses, when the door burst open and in staggered a panting witch Hermione recognised as Sophie Roper, one of the few witches in Hogwarts who still insisted on wearing clothes.

"Roper, you are late, five points from Hufflepuff, please give me an exceptional reason as to why before I give you a detention."

"Please, Professor," Sophie was still gasping, "I was trapped in the great hall archway, I got out as quickly as I could, but all my clothes and my bag was sent to the astronomy tower. Please, professor I didn't mean-"

"Enough." Snape silenced her. "That calamity has stuck itself to the great hall for almost a year at this point. You should know full well, how to get through it and be on time for my lesson. Apparently you do not, so I shall give you a hint."

Snape jabbed his wand in the cowering witch's direction. The girl shrieked when she realised she was now standing naked in the classroom with nothing but her book bag.

"Your robes have been confiscated, you may collect them from me at the end of the day, if I see you wearing another set of robes until then, you shall regret it deeply. Hopefully this will allow you to walk to your lessons without falling for a trick that has been signposted for you for an entire year."

Quivering, Sophie dropped into the nearest empty seat, next to Hermione. The poor woman looked so nervous the entire lesson, Hermione could scarcely believe she had been one of many naked witches last year. When Snape finally dismissed the class, Sophie nearly jumped out of her seat and sprinted out the door with her hands feebly covering her tits and pussy as she tried to run.

Hermione sighed as she watched her go, having already made up her mind, "By the time I'm finished with her, she'll be a bigger nudist than Luna." She thought to herself.