What choice does she make?

Hermione Takes the Challenge

Hermione glanced out of the window. It was half-past midnight. She knew that Filch would be stalking the dungeons at this hour, with Mrs. Norris prowling the Astronomy tower at this hour. As far as she knew, those Slytherin bathers would already have made their way to their common room in the dungeons, since they'd have to go through the entrance hall to get to their dormitory, meaning she should have a clear shot to get out of the castle without being seen or heard by anything but ghosts and paintings, most of whom would rather keep their mouths shut.

This was her best option. She took a deep breath and pulled the shoulders of the robes loose. The muffled sounds of falling fabric made no echo as the robe pooled around her ankles, exposing her front to the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady's eyes twinkled as she saw Hermione step out, and bend over to pick up the robes.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Hermione muttered to herself as she made her way over to the urn and placed the robes inside. She did her best to stuff them in there, but the urn appeared to have been filled with bottles of cooking sherry. Not wanting to draw attention to the urn by leaving bottles out of it, she tried to flatten out the top as best she could, leaving the robes almost flush in the urn.

"Very good!" The Fat Lady complimented. "Now, normally I'd also need to see you put your wand in there, but seeing as you're already naked, and I saw where you might have tried to hide it..." She chuckled to herself as Hermione blushed. She hadn't even bothered to hide her nethers when she bent over in front of the giant portrait.

"You are now prepared to perform the task!" The Fat Lady declared. "You may begin! And for your sake, do try to be back before sunrise!"

Hermione wasted no time. "My bush should cover my nethers..." She thought to herself as she clasped her hands on her breasts, running through the hall. The pitter-patter of her bare feet on the cold stone flooring wasn't loud enough to wake the portraits so far, as she made her way to the stairs.