Hermione lets you stay alone in her room, but you owe her.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked as she turned back towards you, her mind apparently made up.

"Am I sure I don't want to go to class like this?" you ask, though your tone implies that the question is entirely rhetorical.

"No, Harry," she says with another giggle, "I mean about owing me a favor."

Hmm... Owe safe, dependable Hermione a favor or spend the day being mocked (at best) by Malfoy, Snape, or anybody else who suddenly decides that they're a little bit of a comedian. 'Little bit.' :::::sigh::::: Yup, that settles it as far as you're concerned.

"Absolutely Hermione," you blurt out almost too enthusiastically, "that sounds great. You have no idea what I'd do to get out of it today--why are you smiling like that?"

"Er... nothing. Just thinking about something," Hermione says as she gathers up her books for class. You aren’t sure what she was thinking but there is definitely a spring in her step as she heads for the door. Knowing Hermione, she's probably just excited about getting twice the homework or something.

Hermione's eyes roam over your tiny body as she pulls the door shut behind her. A moment after it clicks shut, the door swings back open and Hermione's head pops back in.

"Oh, and Harry," she says, sounding awkward about how to proceed which was surprising in itself considering you'd just had your head in her crotch, "just, uh, be careful around… Just stay in my room. For your, uh, own safety. I just don't want anybody finding you and taking advantage of you before I do."

"Uh, yeah sure Hermione," you reply, breathing a sigh of relief at her concern, "and thanks for your concer--wait, 'before you do'? What do you mean by that?"

But it's too late, the doors closed and you're alone in Hermione's room.

For several seconds you sit rather dumbly in the middle of Hermione's bed just gazing around the room before curiosity starts to get the better of you. The thought that you’d be living in Hermione’s room hadn’t occurred to you before and with your trunk and belongings still in your own room; there’s not a lot for you to do until Hermione returns. Except explore your new sleeping quarters, of course.

You laugh to yourself as you imagine your roles reversed and Hermione finding your stash of Playwizard. Boy, what a lecture you’d have to hear then. Although... you did end up with your face pressed tightly against her soft, fuzzy pussy and she hadn't been angry. Truthfully, she hadn't even seemed vaguely irritated. Girls, go figure.

In typical Hermione fashion, everything seems to have a place. Her bookshelf is full of various magic books; you suspect only an absence of room keeps her from stuffing more onto the shelf. Her desk has a stack of books piled on it as well but they’re still arranged very neatly. You briefly consider looking through her closet; but your current height would make that more trouble than it’s worth at the moment. Finally your gaze falls on her own trunk sitting at the foot of her bed. Even this proves a slight challenge at your height, especially since you’re continuing to refrain from using your wand. You certainly don’t need to brow up Hermione’s trunk.

“Wow,” you breath as your greeted by a number of rather large bra’s. You can’t help but reach out and run your fingers along the fabric of the top most one; imagining the soft yielding flesh they’re used to support. A sudden wave of guilt washes over you. You’re not exploring your snooping. You should just close it and read one of the books instead. And you actually head to the side of the chest to close it before you catch a glimmer of something deeper down.

Well, you’ve snooped this far; why not. Within seconds you’re on your toes as you dig deeper into her trunk. As you push your way past your fifth sweater you start to question whether you saw anything at all. Finally though, you find something! A thick metallic rod that slopes into a gentle point on one end. ‘A vibrator,’ you realize with in awe. Frankly, you’d never have considered Hermione to be the type of person to have such a thing. Your surprise only increases as you come across a string of large beads and a few other times you can’t even guess as to they’re purpose. You’re shocked to say the least. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remember a conversation you overheard back during your first year between two older students. One had insisted, with absolute confidence, that it was the ‘good girls’ that were the wild ones. You hadn’t understood at the time; but now it makes only too much sense.

“Wow,” you say again as you re-hide the 'toys' and carefully close the trunk.

You’re about to grab a book from the shelf and start reading when you notice something you hadn’t previously. On her nightstand sits yet another book; except this one is already open. Chances are you're not interested in whatever Hermione's reading anyway but you decided to take a look, none the less. You only have to glance over the pages to realize that it's actually a diary. You try to pull yourself away. Her diary is none of your business. Well, maybe one page. Holding the current page with your thumb you flip a number of pages backwards choose the first entry you see and start reading.

Dear Diary,

It’s great being back at Hogwarts. I have to admit I like my new room; even if it means no more 'late sessions' with the girls. Speaking of which, you should hear Ginny talk about Harry. Wow. That girl has one dirty mind. If her parents are half that randy; it would certainly explain the number of siblings she has. Not that I can blame her, Harry has grown a lot over the summer and I can't deny he's gotten pretty darn cute.

You felt your own lips pull into a smile. Sure you still feel kind of guilty for snooping; but it’s kind of fun knowing that Hermione thinks you’re cute. As for Ginny, Hermione is right; the number of brothers she has certainly attest to the Weasley libido. As casually as you can you flip back to the page that had been open and started reading the last entry.

Dear Diary,

I can't write long because Ginny and I are about to go get Harry. Seems he’s got some sort of strange disease. I really had to fight with Ginny to be Harry's Keeper. She really really REALLY wants Harry for herself. I suspect it’s less about taking care of Harry and more about...

The sound of the door swinging open startles you but you don't actually jump in surprise. In fact, you don't even look up. You suffer a moment of blind panic before you realize that you must have been hit by something similar to the Petrificus Totalus curse. You can't move anything but your eyes. It's going to be hard claiming you weren't reading her diary when she's frozen you in position staring at it.

You hear soft footsteps as the caster approaches and a moment later someone’s robes block your vision. Because your head was angled down when you were bound you find you can't crane your eyes high enough to see who's standing directly in front of you.

"Perfect," the figure breathes and you immediately realize that the voice isn't Hermione's!

The girl reaches out and casually runs one of her fingers down the side of your face. Then she reaches down and grabs two handfuls of her robe and begins to pull them up. You may not be able to see their face; but you're getting an excellent view of their shapely legs as they are slowly brought into the light. Your eyes can't help but follow the soft, inviting looking skin as the robe is pulled higher and higher.

Finally, the robe reaches her hips and her panties come into view. Simple and black with no indication as to their owner. It's not like you were expecting a name tag or something; but considering how you'd discovered you were with Hermione earlier, you were kind of hoping for at least some sort of 'clue.'

That thought is quickly forgotten however as the girl gently rests her bunched up robes on your head. She holds them there with one hand while the other gently snakes around behind your head.

It doesn't take one of Trelawny’s crystal balls to figure out what's coming next and sure enough, a second later, she steps her pantied crotch forward into your face. It instantly becomes hard to breathe as she forces your nose and mouth tight against her. You can actually feel her pussy lips hug the side of your nose as she grinds her pussy harder and harder against you. Her sweet, intoxicating scent is every where. Within seconds, she is slowly rocking her hips back and forth; forcing your face to rub back and forth against this girl’s snatch.

The heat is just radiating through her panties at this range, yet you realize as you begin to sweat that most of the moisture on your face is seeping through the thin fabric of her black panties. Your attacker's already ragged breath soon begins to be punctuated by more audible gasps and moans as she proceeds to hump your face more urgently.

As she does so, your nose is driven deeper and deeper into her hot, wet cunt. It's getting almost impossible to breathe! You're quite certain that you're only getting air at this point because of whatever air the fabric allows to reach you. Regardless of this, she continues to **** you deeper. You feel her lips spreading to cover more and more of your face. Another few minutes of wild humping ensues until finally you feel her entire body start to spasm. At the same moment she pulls your head into her pussy as tightly as she can. Her pussy lips are actually touching your ears! She proceeds to hold you there as the sensation of her pussy tensing and releasing travels down and across your face repeatedly.

Just about the point that you're beginning to get lightheaded she finally releases you and steps back slightly leaving you both gasping for breath. She spends just a moment removing the severe cameltoe you’ve given her and retrieving your glasses in the process. She casually replaces your smeared glasses back on your face and finishes adjusting her panties before she allows the robes to drop back into place.

With a slight giggle, your attacker breathes a very content sigh. "Boy, I really needed that," she says as she reaches into her robes and pulls out her wand, "I am sooo gonna get Dumbledore to give you to me."

'Wait a second,' you think in sudden realization, 'I know that voice!'

"Obliviate," she says simply and your world is momentarily filled with light.

* * * * *

And you stare down at the diary that you'd just slammed shut. Damn, now it’s locked shut. A light sound behind you grabs you attention and you turn just in time to see the door close; and just for a second... a hint of red hair before it does so.

Wait, HAD you seen the door close? Your thoughts feel fuzzy and it's hard to focus. Why had you shut the diary? It had just been getting to the good part. You feel like you'd just sort of tuned out the last few minutes; but the more you try to focus the fuzzier the they become.

"Weird," you mumble to yourself; hoping dementia or memory loss aren't part of this shrinking disease. Being reduced to nothing suddenly seems less horrific that being reduced to nothing while you're also a jabbering mental patient.

"Woah," you say out loud, "and why are my robes so damp.” You begin to pat down your robes to find where the moisture finally stops and you realize you’ve also got a massive throbbing erection. What the hell had you been doing?!

Maybe you should just lie down. You hadn’t slept well last night at the Weasley’s, so maybe you’re just over tired. You climb up onto the Hermione’s bed and lay down. But just as you close your eyes the door to the room opens and Hermione shuffles into the room.

“Thank goodness that’s over,” she says in exasperation. As she catches sight of you laying in the middle of her bed she can’t help but smile at you as she turns around and locks the door.

“So how was class,” you ask cheerfully, the odd thoughts already being pushed aside.

“Yes, yes, good, good,” she says talking over you, as she drops her books on her desk, “listen, I think it’s time for a nice…