Hiding the Potion and a Walk

Hermione didn't want the Slytherins to have a chance to rummage through her bag or to 'accidentally' destroy the birth control potion. She made her way to the great hall to look for a good place to hide the bottle. Hermione saw the tables stacked against the walls. The Slytherins would have no reason to go looking around there. She carefully placed the bottle in a crevice between two of the tables and stood back. The potion appeared to be well hidden there.

Hermione heard the clock chime. There was about an hour until dinner.

Hermione decided to go for a walk outside before taking her bag upstairs to Gryffindor Tower. She took a step outside, her bare feet feeling every piece of gravel she stepped on. She immediately moved on to the grass for relief.

As she walked the grounds, she got to thinking of what it would have been like if her friends had remained at the castle... Surely they'd have seen the results of what the Slytherins were up to and would put a stop to it however they could. Harry would be staking out the entrance to the Slytherin common room in his invisibility cloak, then he'd search high and low for those pictures. Ron and Ginny would probably try to hex them on sight. Luna would probably be telling Hermione how being naked and masturbating around the castle would attract nargles.

She sighed... She knew really did enjoy what was going on. That was the worst part. She liked it, but if she didn't control herself, her entire future would be thrown away. People wouldn't see Hermione, a hero of the wizarding world and brightest witch of her age. People would see a perverted exhibitionist who got off on being stripped in public.

Hermione walked past the greenhouses. All of this because Professor Sprout didn't organize a flower.

Suddenly, Hermione stopped. Her eyes opened wide. She had completely forgotten about how Filch and Professor Sprout were looking for the thief who took the flower! Once they were healed up, surely the investigation would begin proper, and copies of her bare footprint were in each of their offices! Would Filch even remember he had already checked her feet when she had briefly transfigured them to look different, or would he make her prove herself again?

Hermione took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "There would be no investigation while they were in the hospital wing," Hermione thought to herself, "I'll just have to get into their offices and get that evidence myself..."

Hermione headed back inside and dropped her bag off in Gryffindor Tower. She headed back down to dinner with nothing but her robe.

The Slytherins were already there, of course. "How about a quick wardrobe check, Granger?" Millicent scoffed.

Hermione rolled her eyes and raised her robes again.

As they ate, Pansy suddenly turned to Hermione. "Say, Granger. Just how many robes do you have?"

Hermione froze a moment. "What do you mean?" she asked, hoping to sound nonchalant. She couldn't help but feel Daphne staring at her.

"Well... It's just that we've seen you get stripped plenty of times, including by us, and you seem to leave without your robes every time. How many robes are there up in your bedroom?"

Hermione hoped she would sound terse enough that it would seem like the answer she was giving would be obvious to her. "If you must know, I've actually been buying new robes every year. I have to do something to keep myself in good appearances." She didn't know if Pansy believed her, but at least she stopped asking at that point. Daphne returned to her steak.

As the Slytherins finished, Millicent told Hermione to be ready in half an hour. Hermione waited until all three girls were out of the great hall. She made a dash to the head table, where the enormous chair Hagrid usually sat in stood. She bent over and looked under the chair. Sure enough, there was the bottle. When she reached out to touch it, she felt just how cold it was. Once she pulled it out, she sprinted over to where she hid the potion and grabbed that as well.

Returning to the dinner table, she quickly drained her goblet of pumpkin juice and poured both the potion and the milk into it. The light pink potion began to sputter and swirl, until the mixture turned into a wine red.

Hermione took a deep breath. If she did everything right, there would be some initial discomfort, but it would go away in about 20 minutes. She raised the goblet to her lips and drank it.

As soon as she had finished it, she felt a burning inside her bosom, as if her womb had suddenly absorbed a lump of hot coal. Hermione doubled over. This was, if she could believe it, worse than polyjuice potion. She felt the warmth spread throughout her system. She fell over and quickly lifted up her robe.

On her stomach were two glowing runes. Hermione had taken classes on ancient runes, and recognized them as Ingwaz and Algiz, but perhaps they were upside down from her perspective and they actually read Yr and Ingwaz... One phrase was about seed giving life, the other was about the **** of seed, and she sincerely wanted the latter.

Hermione curled under the table in pain, her robe still up. The cold stone flooring was a welcome relief for her, even as she felt her insides fundamentally change.

After 20 minutes, the pain subsided and the runes faded. Hermione got out from under the table, shaken, but none the worse for wear. If she had done her job right, she was now completely barren for the next 24 hours.

Seeing as there was nothing else she could do, Hermione made her way to the entrance hall to meet the Slytherins.