He sends her to his office

(All charcters are 18+)

He pointed a long finger down the corridor. "My office. Now. And don't think for a moment that I care who sees you in this state. Consider this another lesson, and I do know how much you love your lessons." He said with a smirk, drawing out each of his words.

Hermione's eyes darted around the corridor. Students were beginning to emerge from classrooms, their curious gazes turning to shocked whispers and stifled giggles as they spotted her predicament. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she began the humiliating journey down the hall, her hands doing little to preserve what little dignity she had left.

A group of Ravenclaw boys passed by her, all of them nearly running into each other as they gapped at the exposed state of the girl being lead by professor Snape.

The moths continued their relentless ****, and with each step, more of her bra disintegrated until she was clutching nothing but shreds of pink fabric over her breasts. A few hufflepuff girls shook theirbheads at her as she passed, and some Giffendor boys accidentally ran through a ghost as they tripped over each other to get a look.

She was walking up a flight of stairs, followed closely by Snape, when her shoes split open, leaving her feet bare and truely nude. She triped on the steps, catching herself just in time. But not before bending over, accidentally splaying her own ass to Snape. He pushed her on, upwards, making no commment, nor stopping other students from making theirs as they passed by.

By the time they reached Snape's office door, Hermione was naked, save for the tattered remnants of what was once her bra.

Snape pushed open the heavy door and gestured for her to enter the dark underground room. "Inside," he commanded, his voice devoid of any sympathy. "We have much to discuss about your flagrant disregard for Hogwarts rules."

Hermione shuffled into the dimly lit office, her body trembling with cold and humiliation. The door closed behind her with a foreboding thud, sealing her fate.

"Stand straight," Snape ordered, circling her like a predator examining its prey. "Look at you. The brilliant Hermione Granger, reduced to... this. Perhaps now you understand that intelligence alone does not exempt one from following rules."

He paused before her, his black eyes boring into hers. "You will serve detention with me every evening for the next month. You will write an essay—twenty feet of parchment—on the importance of maintaining proper decorum at Hogwarts. And you will explain to me in detail how you managed to find yourself in this... predicament. Furthermore, you will not leave this room until you can recreate a spell, potion, or jinx that will allow you to return to your room without..." his eyes flickered down to her B cup breasts, puffy nipples protruding in the cold air as the last moth retreated. "...without ...further indecency."

Hermione swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "It was Ginny, Professor. She cast a spell— and my uniform ended up getting eaten by moths, and..."

"Another excuse!" Snape thundered, slamming his hand on a nearby table, not taking his eyes off the naked form of Ms. Granger who was shifting from foot to foot in nothing but her shoes. "Always deflecting blame! Are you admitting that you were unable to detect her spell? Too ignorant to counter it? Too weak to control the moths yourself?" He sighed, long, exaspterated, irritated. "Perhaps if you spent less time showing off your knowledge and more time cultivating basic common sense, you wouldn't find yourself showing off so more than that."

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You Gryffindors think you're so noble, so righteous. But look at you now, the optiomy of you and your friends - exposed, underwhelming, utterly pathetic. This is what comes of your arrogance. This is what happens when you believe yourself above the rules."

Hermione stood frozen, tears silently tracing paths down her cheeks as Snape continued his merciless tirade, each word cutting deeper than the last. She had always prided herself on her intelligence and capability, but now, stripped of her clothing and dignity, she felt small, ****, and utterly defeated.