No, she slept soundly

Hermione was awoken Monday morning by the sound of her alarm clock. She immediately jumped out of bed. She made a move toward her trunk for clothing before remembering her predicament.

Since everything she would need was already several floors away, she took nothing with her as she opened the Fat Lady's portrait and peeked down the corridor.

It was as quiet as the day before. Hermione took a deep breath. She had been naked in Hogwarts before, but she hadn't left the dorm unclothed as of yet. If she failed her mission, her nudity now would be all for naught, as she wouldn't get her last robe until well after her meeting at the Quidditch pitch tonight with the Slytherins, and she'd have to be naked all day.

A shiver ran through her. "Maybe that wouldn't be so bad..." Hermione thought to herself before she shook herself out of this train of thought.

She carefully made her way down the stairs. She hadn't noticed it, but her walk was becoming more and more casual, compared to the previous times she had walked the castle in the nude. She could hear Peeves, bouncing around the trophy room across the castle, but other than him, there were no other noises. Not until...

"Out for another stroll, Hermione?"

Hermione instinctively grasped her privates again as she turned to see the kind smile of Albus Dumbledore's portrait.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione whispered, half relieved, half frightened.

"After your little jaunt with Miss Parkinson, I'd have thought you'd want to be clothed this morning," Dumbledore said through his usual smile. It was funny how a portrait could come off as so kind, yet slightly condescending, as a loving parent might gently scold their child.

"But... you were asleep!" Hermione protested.

Dumbledore chuckled. "We portraits of the headmasters have learned the art of feigning sleep rather well. It's particularly useful when unexpected guests come to the Headmaster's office."

"I... I... I didn't have any robes I could wear!" Hermione stammered out. She could feel her emotions starting to well up inside of her.

"Please, do explain," Dumbledore requested. His smile was gone. All that he showed was a look of concern.

Hermione began to tear up as she explained how she if she had agreed that if she'd wear anything but a Gryffindor robe, even if it's just socks, the Slytherins would strip her naked and steal away her clothes, the trip to Hogsmeade, how she had already lost two of her robes and her muggle clothes, how she thought to borrow robes from the laundry, how the house-elves had taken her last robe last night while she was out, how her wand and the Marauders Map were now in the laundry room, and about the magical collar she had on, along with the rings the Slytherins wore.

Dumbledore did not interrupt. He let Hermione pour her heart out to him as he considered everything she had to say.

"And now the only clothes I have left are either far too small or aren't allowed, so I'll be naked anyway!" Hermione finished. She was a little out of breath, but she felt better to let everything out.

Dumbledore paused before beginning. "Well, firstly, while I applaud your ingenuity in finding robes in the laundry, I must insist you take no more robes than the ones you have already borrowed." Hermione bowed her head in shame, knowing that what she had likely done wrong.

"Misses Parkinson, Bulstrode, and Greengrass may do things to them that could damage them beyond magical repair, and if you were unable to return what you borrowed unharmed, the owners of those robes would likely be very displeased with you."

Dumbledore's face relaxed some. "Secondly, it seems you have been adapting to your inner desires faster than I had anticipated. You have been doing very well, Hermione."

Hermione looked at Dumbledore incredulously. "Well?! I've been doing well? I've had all my parts exposed for anyone to see, and I'm doing well?!"

Dumbledore raised his hands up in a motion to ask her to calm down. "Yes, you have. Now, this collar isn't strictly dangerous, and it wouldn't have gone on you if it hadn't been something that you would consent to. Do you agree?"

Hermione's gaze fell to the ground. She had felt rather aroused, picturing herself in nothing but this collar, being led around like a pet, and the fact that the Slytherins would know if she tried to get dressed or undressed also made her pussy quiver slightly. "I... I do agree, sir."

"Then, if you ever do desire the collar to be removed, then you will find that Hogwarts will find a way for you to release yourself," Dumbledore said reassuringly. "Now, it seems you might want some more homework..."

"More homework sir?"

"Yes, Miss Granger. The old robes you have might be able to be altered. I believe there are books in the library about sewing more fabric onto your robes. With a simple conjuration of fabric and some needlework, I'm sure that if you lose too many of your borrowed robes, you'll be able to have another backup!" Dumbledore said, encouragingly.

"Thank you, sir." Hermione was truly grateful. Even as a shadow of the man who once was, Dumbledore still managed to make her emotions feel validated, to reassure her, and give her advice on how to move forward...

"Now, then, if there's nothing else, Hermione..." Dumbledore said. "You might want to head down to the laundry. I'll see about distracting any of the house-elves in the corridor long enough for you to recover your belongings."

And with that, Dumbledore stepped out of his frame, leaving Hermione naked and alone in the corridor once more.