Hermione Goes to Dinner

Hermione woke as the great clock chimed 5 PM. She went to her trunk to get dressed. She looked for her shoes before realizing that they were currently in the possession o the Slytherin girls. She'd have to hope that nobody noticed her feet were only in socks...

Her feet! She just realized that Filch would check everyone's feet the moment he had the chance! She took her wand from her bedside table and muttered a few spells whilst waving her wand at them.

It was subtle, but she made the balls of her feet slightly wider, as well as slightly shrinking her toes. That should hopefully make them look different enough to trick the old caretaker.

She put on her robes and made her way down to the great hall. A little earlier than usual, perhaps, but she didn't want to risk missing this meeting with Pansy.

When she entered the hall, she saw that Filch had scared a first-year Hufflepuff into removing his shoes and was comparing feet. It was obviously too small, so he sent the kid on his way. He then spotted Hermione. "Oi! You!", he called.

Hermione made her way to Filch, who growled his order at Hermione. "I need you to take your shoes, off, girl!"

"I'm... I lost my shoes." Hermione said, somewhat embarrassed. She didn't know why she was so nervous about just not having shoes, when she had been without much, much more just a few hours ago.

"Have you now..." Filch grinned. "Then that makes my job easier. "Stockings off, too! I need to check something!"

Hermione dutifully complied. Filch looked at her foot and compared it to the parchment. He scowled, which Hermione was relieved about. "You can get!"

As Hermione was putting her stockings back on, she heard a stern voice coming from the stairs. "Argus! What do you think you're doing!"

Hermione turned to see the new headmistress, Professor McGonagall.

"Orders from Professor Sprout, headmistress!" Filch responded, sounding a little nervous at being caught asking students to see their feet. "Checking feet against the footprint of her thief!"

McGonagall looked angrily at Filch. "You will only ask for those whose shoe size matches the parchment, Filch!" She ordered, severely. "There's no need to check first years for a print that size! And you will ONLY ask them in the presence of another member of staff! Do I make myself clear?"

"I... Yes ma'am." Filch conceded.

McGonagall saw Hermione pulling up her stockings. "Miss Granger, what happened to your shoes?"

Of course, McGonagall would notice. "I misplaced them when I was practicing the Toad to Toadstool spell, professor." She was hoping McGonagall wouldn't catch on to her lie. "I was just getting a little frustrated and I thought perhaps if I got a little more comfortable..."

McGonagall sighed. "It's alright, dear. I suppose I can relax the uniforms for the Easter Holidays. Just make sure to have them back before term starts again."

The two walked into the Great Hall, which had only one table in the center with the others against the walls. Hermione, nonplussed, looked at McGonagall. "Considering how few students chose to remain here," she explained without being prompted, "I believed it would be easier for the kitchens if we were to condense to one table for students."

McGonagall made her way to the teacher's table as Hermione decided to sit at the end of the table near the entrance. This way, she would be able to see, or hear, when Pansy was ready for her.

It seemed that Hermione was the only Gryffindor that chose to remain. She counted a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, but nobody else was there. She began to fill her plate when she saw the three Slytherin girls enter the hall through the corner of her eye.

They made their way to the table. Daphne and Millicent sat on either side of Hermione while Pansy sat directly across from her, placing Hermione's own bag next to her.

"So what-", Hermione started.

"Not now." Pansy whispered.

"But-"

"Not. Now." Pansy repeated, looking Hermione dead in the eye. They looked up to the high table to see both Professor Sprout and, surprisingly, Professor Trelawny, talking McGonagall's ears off. McGonagall looked rather annoyed.

The four girls ate in silence, Hermione keenly aware that the three Slytherins were smiling.

Pansy dropped her fork underneath the table. "Oops!" She snickered. "I'll just go grab that."

As she went under the table, she felt Millicent and Daphne grab her sides and lift her just slightly. Hermione looked at the head table. Something that would have normally been caught immediately by McGonagall's keen eye for troublemakers was ignored as Trelawny exclaimed that she had forseen that the dignity of the school's houses was in grave danger.

Hermione felt the color drain from her face as she felt fingers tug into the waistband of her panties under her robes. As soon as she realized what was about to happen, it began. She felt her panties slide down her legs, only stopping briefly so the fingers could also pick up the stockings along the way. Pansy got out from under the table, holding a fork in one hand whilst stuffing the clothes she had just taken from Hermione in the bag.

At that, the two girls holding Hermione let go and returned to their meals as if nothing happened. Hermione sat there shocked. Not only had the Slytherins taken more of her clothing, they had done so right in front of an entire group of people! Just how far were they going to make her go, she wondered.

After a while, the three girls got up and headed out into the entrance hall. Hermione followed them. She felt her bare feet on the cold stone flooring, and hoped that nobody would notice that she was wearing less clothing than before. As she walked to the waiting Slytherins by the bust, she did her best to keep her robes closed in front to hide the fact that she was now wearing nothing underneath it to hide her pussy.