Getting Out of a Sticky Situation

Telling the DA the previous night had gone well all things considered. Initially the wizards were shocked, but eager to test out the presentations for themselves. Hermione had lost count of the times she had been asked to bend over, spread her legs, thrust out her chest, get on all fours, lie back, spread her cheeks... her face was hot and red by the end of the evening, as was that of every other witch in the room of requirement.

There was one minor hiccough, but it worked out in her favour anyway. Almost as soon as Hermione had finished explaining presentations, and given another demonstration with Harry, Cormac McLaggen went straight to Ginny and demanded she "bend over and spread em.'" Ginny carefully told him the point was that they were showed respect and that she was not obligated to do it. At which point Cormac's temper flared up and he began to throw a tantrum.

After being knocked to the ground with a knockback jinx and receiving a very painful bat-bogey hex between his eyes from Ginny, Cormac half stomped half limped out of the room clutching his face. The room was dead silent after he left Harry and Hermione shared a brief glance, both worried that Cormac may have single handedly destroyed the whole plan. They were saved; however, by Neville who, in a small but steady voice, turned to Hannah Abbott and asked, "Excuse me, Hannah, could you please present for me?"

Hannah beamed and turned around, only to find a raised platform had appeared behind her, just over a meter high and with a step to help her up. She smiled as she lay back and spread her legs, allowing Neville to take in every inch of her.

The rest of the DA caught on quickly and for the next hour they all just chatted to each other, with the wizards going around the whole room asking everyone to present in turn. Alice got more attention most, in fat the only women who were asked to present more, where Hermione, Ginny and Cho Chang. At first Hermione was worried about her, but one quick glance over put her mind at ease; Alice was loving it and grinning from ear to ear. She was almost begging them to ask her, not that she needed to of course.

Despite all this, no one was thinking about the events of the DA meeting at all. The excitement surrounding today was too much. Today the unsticking solutions were complete and Mel was going to be released from the wall. Umbridge had instructed the fifth year potions classes to come to the ground floor hallway to witness the undoing of the charm.

Hermione was confident. Even by her standards, she had obsessed over making this potion perfectly, extra hours in the library glossing over theory of concoctions and even getting McGonogall's help to access the restricted section for advanced potioneering techniques. Draco had tried his best, but really, there was no competition.

"Good morning, children!" Announced Umbridge. "Perhaps you are wondering why I called you all here so early on a Saturday morning, or perhaps you already know; today is a special day. Melanie Sout was ruthlessly attacked last week, leaving her bare and exposed for the whole school to see. Not one student or teacher in the castle has not seen her poor helpless body exposed without a shred of dignity. Everyone from first years to aged professors have seen and explored her figure with their eyes. Such unspeakable humiliations she has been subjected to that must be put right. You can all see now, how her womanly form was so cruelly displayed like a tapestry in front of the future of the wizarding world, by two backstabbing disgraces that are now serving wizard kind in the only way they ever could; as undignified slaves."

The slaves were on their knees either side of Umbridge. They new better than to protest, but that didn't stop the looks of fear and shame from showing on their faces. Hermione noticed the witches of the coven were smiling particularly evilly at them.

"And here we have the solution!" Umbridge raised a potion bottle above her head, which Hermione recognised as her own, in which she had submitted her potion. "The best potion, as selected by professor Snape, was brewed by our own inquisitor, Draco Malfoy!"

There were cheers and claps from the Slytherins and stunned silence from everyone else. Hermione felt like screaming, but thought better of it. She wasn't sure if it was Snape, or Umbridge, who had cheated her, maybe both. In any case, there wasn't any way to rectify it. The important thing was she knew she was the best; eventually, so would everyone else.

"As a reward, for skillful potion brewing and providing the salvation of your fellow inquisitor, I grant you ownership of the **** of your choice for the next week."

Hermione's ears pricked up at that and even the slaves let out a frightened squeak. They quietened after receiving an unceremonious kick from Umbridge.

"Of course, as compensation for such humiliating treatment at their hands, the **** not chosen by Mister Malfoy, shall be given to Miss Melanie Sout for the same length of time."

The Slytherins clapped again, Hermione was tempted to join them, but didn't to arouse suspicion, but she was reminded that she needed to tell the DA that Mel was now on their side.

"Now, Draco, which **** will you choose?" Umbridge continued as the slaves looked up, paralysed with fear.

"Daphne." Said Draco after a short pause.

"Excellent!" Responded Umbridge. "So, Miss Sout, it appears you will be in charge of the other."

"Thank you, Professor," said Mel, sweetly, "but could I please be unstuck now?"

"Oh of course, that is why we are here, is it not? Draco please attend to Miss Sout."

Draco eagerly took the potion bottle from Umbridge and walked over to the trapped Slytherin on the wall. After liberally applying the solution all over Mel's body, including heavy application to the breast, thighs and shaved vulva, despite neither of those areas being stuck to anything, Mel dropped to the floor and stood up stretching her stiff limbs, still covered in residue from the unsticking solution.

"Thank you, Draco." Mel said sweetly, letting her arms hang casually at her sides, "Professor Umbridge, do you have any clothes?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear, but I do not. But now you can walk back to the dungeons with your **** and put your own clothes on."

"Of course, thank you professor." Melanie turned to leave, but just as she did so, Umbridge stopped her.

"Wait, I almost forgot, I have a gift for you two, as a way of disciplining your slaves should the need arise." Umbridge drew two straight lines in the air in front of her, leaving two glowing trails of sparks that got brighter and brighter until all of a sudden, they vanished and in their place, were two leather riding crops. "That will be all. I have work to do, as, I'm sure, do you."

Umbridge left with a smug smile on her face and an air of superiority in her step. Draco and Mel gave their slaves a few practice hits with their new instruments. The crowd shortly dispersed leaving Mel, Ginny and Hermione alone.

"Aren't you getting dressed?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"For the moment I think I'm in more need of a bath than a robe would you care to join me?"

Hermione was about to agree but suddenly Melanie barked an order,

" ****!" the pale and frightened **** looked up from her kneeling position, "go to the Slytherin common room and find me a robe, I don't know the password and presumably neither do you, just knock and wait for someone to let you in. I will be in the prefects' bathroom. Wait outside for me to finish; you are most certainly not allowed in."

"Yes, Melanie-Argh!" The **** was surprised by a sudden sharp slap to the face with a riding crop.

"You will address me as Mistress! Is that understood?"

"Yes, yes, Mistress." The **** stammered cowered away from Mel like a frightened animal.

"Your name is not appropriate either, "****" is technically true, but a bit generic. I know, Treacherous Bitch, it suits you perfectly! But it's a bit long..."

Neither Hermione nor Ginny were sure who Mel was talking to, but Ginny was amused, Hermione didn't know what to feel.

"I've got it." Melanie declared, "Bitch. Now, Bitch, fetch me robes from my dorm and wait outside the prefects' bathroom for me.

"Yes, Mistress." Bitch scurried off, eager to be away from the riding crop.

The three witches walked together, Ginny and Mel held hands tenderly.

"Ginny's neither a prefect nor a quidditch captain, surely she's not allowed in the prefects' bathroom." Hermione pointed out as they approached the door.

"Normally, no." Responded Mel, "But as a senior inquisitor, I'm ranked above prefects and allowed to bring a plus one into certain places in the castle, including the prefects' bathroom."

Hermione didn't say anything as they prepared the bath and filled it with some subtle perfumes from the array of taps at the edge of the wall. She sat down next to Ginny at one end of the bath as Mel rinsed the remnants of the potion from her skin in an open cubicle nearby.

Finally, Mel slid into the water next to Ginny, allowing Ginny to straddle her and they began kissing with a passion that made Hermione uncomfortable.

"Hey! Did you invite me here just to watch, or do you want to tell me something?" Hermione tried to sound stern, but failed miserably.

"Sorry." Mel muttered between kisses, "Ginny has been fondling me all week, I've been waiting for the chance to return the favour." She accentuated her words by tightly pinching one of Ginny's nipples. Their movements caused a series of gentle ripples to spread across the water to Hermione. Who just looked on in bewilderment.

"Hey, I'm still here!" Hermione finally reminded them, exasperated.

"Fine, I'll concentrate." Mel responded begrudgingly, gently pushing Ginny to the side so that they could both face Hermione while Ginny still sat on her lap. Ginny still had one arm over her partner's shoulders and they looked quite sweet together.

"Ginny and I talked this over last night, we don't think you should tell the DA or your coven about me. At the moment, I'm a secret weapon, telling over half the school means that sooner or later, Umbridge will find out."

"That sounds like a good strategy, but sooner or later someone will listen to the slaves and maybe start investigating enough to get suspicious and if you keep working with us, eventually they will tip off Umbridge. Anyway aren't people going to get suspicious when they see this?" Hermione gestured towards the two women in a gentle embrace in front of her.

"As for your first point, I've given it some thought. We are all aware that you are quite capable with a confundus charm, and I actually have some skill in memory modification myself. It will be easy to convince Bitch that she really did attack me and all this punishment is harsh but well deserved. As for the other... well, with Bitch vouching for us, anything she accuses us of will be severely undermined. I think they've given up trying now anyway; neither Malfoy nor Umbridge see them as anymore than sex toys right now, your word is worth more than the slaves'.

Finally... this," Melanie pulled Ginny into a deep kiss and Hermione noticed their hands moving under the water, but it was hard to see with all the bubbles. "We have agreed to keep our relationship other under wraps for now. I'm sorry for being so, erm, hands on with you here, but after this we'll have to go our separate ways and pretend we never met."

The girls continued to snog with increasing zeal as Hermione just sat there pondering what they just said. She was distracted from her thoughts quickly when she heard Ginny moaning begin to moan and gasp.

Ginny had her head thrown back, and her eyes shut, but was clinging on to Mel for dear life. Mel's arm was working furiously under the water causing waves over the surface which lapped at Hermione's own bare chest. Ginny was vocalising more now and was moving her own hips in a rhythm to match Mel's. Hermione realised what was happening but couldn't bring herself to look away. Ginny screwed up her face and her body seized up as she made a loud noise that sounded like a mix between a grunt and a moan. Finally the two girls collapsed into one another and Mel let out a delighted giggle.

After a moment, Ginny looked up at Hermione grinning broadly, but looking slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry," she mumbled, "I kind of forgot you were there."

"Don't be," replied Hermione blankly, "it was quite a show."

"We need to modify Bitch's memory today. But we can't do it somewhere we might be walked in on." Mel stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You just had sex in the middle of the prefect's bathroom."

"Only sixteen people in the school are allowed in here, half of them don't use it, the other half certainly won't use it this early, I liked my chances." Ginny coolly retorted, "But still, completely modifying her memory the right way will take some time, even for you two. We need somewhere private and the room of requirement is both too unreliable and too risky with all the DA students and inquisitors having a stand off every other day."

"How about out on the grounds?" Suggested Mel.

"You mean where we are totally exposed to the whole school and people love to go for a walk on a beautiful Summer's day?" Hermione said, with perhaps a bit too much condescension.

"We can walk around the lake, no one ever goes far along there and if I took my robe off, we would all look like four naked witches wondering around the castle... quite commonplace now don't you think? After what I've just been through, who do you think will suspect me of voluntarily prancing round in the buff? Maybe someone would recognise you, but no one would know it was me."

Hermione paused to think of it for a while, but could find no fault in her plan.

"Fine," she agreed, "but I'm getting out now. I'll meet you there at twelve, we shouldn't all move as a group; we'll attract too much attention."

"Great, could you toss me my robe as you leave? Bitch will have been waiting with it for ages now."

Hermione got out and opted for a drying spell, instead of a towel. She nestled her wand in her hair using a loop of fabric attached to a hair clip. The style had grown quite popular since most of the school's witches now had no pockets, robes or belts to store their wand. Luna and a few others kept theirs behind their ears, but that looked so easy for a wand to fall out of in Hermione's opinion.

Outside the bathroom, Bitch was kneeling on the floor, robe in hand. Hermione took a moment to appreciate that Umbridge had obviously trained her well and took the robe from the pathetic creature in front of her. She quickly stepped back inside to put the robe on a bench and then went on her way. She had a few hours before she needed to go to the lake, so of course she went to her favourite place in the castle, the library.

A long time later, Hermione and Mel stood over a paralysed **** with their wands out. Ginny was standing a few meters away keeping watch. Hermione and Mel were muttering and murmuring slow incantations while Bitch just looked dazed and docile under the enchantment.

The Sun shone brightly over the scene, warming the bare skin of the witches underneath it. Tiny jewels of light reflected off the surface of the lake, which only added to the beauty of the mountains and trees around them. The castle could be seen in the distance, turrets and flying buttresses appearing to naturally grow out of stone as if the mountain itself had designed the building.

Finally, the witches lowered their wands and Bitch slumped to the floor ****. Ginny noticed they were done and walked over.

"Finished?" She asked.

"Yes," replied Hermione, "when she wakes up, she will remember very clearly attacking Mel in an attempt to gain favour with Umbridge. We should leave now. Mel can put on her robe and wait for us to get out of sight, then walk Bitch back to the castle alone."

"Why?" Asked Ginny.

"If we're seen walking back like old friends then someone will get suspicious of Mel..."

"No, I mean why do we have to go right now? We chose this spot because no one will follow us. I still want a bit more time to fuck my girlfriend and you need to relax somewhat. We could stay here a while longer."

"Well we can't because... well... the risk-" Hermione's vague mumbling was interrupted by Mel.

"I think that's a great idea. Let's go for a swim."

Mel conjured magical ropes to bind Bitch to the nearest tree and then ran towards the lake. She shrieked at the cold as soon as she touched the water, but continued wading out until she was waist deep.

"C'mon!" She shouted, "Get in."

Hermione braced herself and ran in after her, struggling to keep up with Ginny who was flying at full speed.

Ginny threw herself around Mel, who remained standing, and they kissed each other aggressively. This time Hermione could see Mel's hands sliding over Ginny's bare and beautiful bottom. The lovers continued in that way for some time, groping and kissing at each other while Hermione looked on, no longer able to deny her growing interest. Before long Hermione found her hand absentmindedly roaming between her legs, gently teasing her clit as the sight in front of her developed. Soon her moans matched the grunts and gasps of her friends. She felt wrong, but she couldn't stop, she was speeding up. She moaned again and watched as her friends did the same thing.

The waves of pleasure increased, the tension in her body was mounting, she knew what was coming and couldn't stop it. She could feel the weight of all the events of the past month build inside her, the release she hadn't had from so many circumstances that left her wanting more. The scores of young men that had asked her to pose and display herself for them, the thousands of glances of witches and wizards on her body as she walked naked through the halls, the humiliating beatings she had received in front of her eager classmates during lessons, it was too much, she couldn't control herself. With a shout and a sigh, Hermione sank lower into the water, gasping for breath.

When she opened her eyes, Ginny and Mel were staring at her, wearing shit-eating grins and barely controlling their glee.

"Someone was enjoying the show more than they let on?" giggled Mel.

"You just can't read her like I can. I saw it coming a mile off." Said Ginny.

The group agreed it was time to return to the castle and set about drying themselves with their wands. Mel put on a robe she had hidden using a shrinking charm and went to confront her ****. Ginny and Hermione joined hands and set out for the castle without Mel to avoid suspicion, taking extra care not to be spotted by the newly confunded ****.