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Before the Fat Lady could swing open, a female voice spoke. "Locamotor Motis!"

Hermione's legs seized together, knocking her off balance and sending her to the floor again. A light splash was heard as she fell into her own juices.

Walking into the torchlight was... Pansy Parkinson. Followed by Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode, the latter of whom was in her underwear.

Hermione groaned. It had been bad enough when she discovered that the Slytherin 7th years from the previous year were not able to take their N.E.W.T.s due to being questioned about possible involvement with the **** Eaters, but they had to be here for yet another year just like her to get another chance.

"Oi!" Millicent started. "There are my robes! It was this little mudblood that took them, then!" Millicent quickly picked up robes. "Ick their all wet..." She pulled her wand out of the waistband of her panties. She performed a scouring charm to clean them before putting them back on.

"So..." Daphne began. "It's not enough that the clever, Hermione Granger peeked on us in the baths. She had to steal some of our clothes, too!"

Hermione refused to speak. She had to keep some dignity and hoped to not have to explain herself.

"Hang on, Daph..." Pansy said, her pug face looking at the floor. Hermione's eyes grew wide as she realized that Pansy knew what was on the floor. "So... Hermione gets off on trying to get others seen, but also..." She turned to the Fat Lady. "being seen herself, huh?"

Pansy flicked her wand, and Hermione's legs briefly released before she muttered another curse, "Incarcerus Parvus!" A thin rope issued from Pansy's wand, wrapping themselves around Hermione's wrists, tying them behind her back. Hermione struggled to get up, trying to make her way anywhere. Through the portrait, down the hall, anywhere just to get away from these three!

"Daph, you still got that thing you confiscated from Creevy last year in your bag?"

"Creevy?" Hermione thought? "Surely they don't mean..."

But they did. Daphne pulled out a camera. Pansy flicked her wand again, lifting Hermione into the air by her ankle. "Snape taught us these ones before your friend got him killed!" Pansy said, gleefully taking pictures of Hermione from every angle. Juices left inside Hermione were dripping down her stomach and back. She was still too weak to use her other leg to hide her pussy. She was exposed. Completely, and utterly exposed.

"Hey, Pansy... What's this thing on the ground?" Millicent had bent down and picked up a small, pink, petal...

"Who cares?" Asked Daphne. "I think I know how to improve your pics, Pansy!" Daphne walked up to Hermione and aimed her wand at Hermione's crotch. "Calvorio!" All at once, Hermione's pubes fell from her groin. Most fell to the ground, but some remained stuck on Hermione due to the moisture.

Pansy laughed at the sight of the great, naked Hermione Granger, pussy bald and tits small! This was her greatest day yet! She took picture after picture before finally looking at what Millicent had found.

"Wait..." Pansy said, with the sound of someone putting together information. "Surely that isn't..." Pansy looked at the petal, looked at Hermione, looked at her ejaculation on the ground, and then had the look of a glorious, wonderful epiphany. "One way to make sure!"

Pansy walked over to Hermione, and shoved the petal into her mouth.

At once, Hermione orgasmed in front of the three Slytherins, squirting into the air before it fell and landed on her face once more. "IT IS!" Pansy said, trying hard to contain her glee.

"It's... what?" Daphne said, evidently perplexed. Millicent stood by, equally confused.

"Don't you see? Hermione walking through the halls naked and eating one of Sprout's orgasm flowers?" Pansy began to talk more and more excitedly. "Little miss perfect isn't just a perverted exhibitionist! She was doing the Gryffindor Greenhouse Streak!"

Daphne and Millicent looked at each other. "The... what?"

Hermione was left, hanging in the air, cold and dripping as Pansy spoke. "My grandma told me about how witches for every house used to have these little challenges they'd do! Playing Quidditch naked, sleeping with some magical creatures, drinking polyjuice with someone to get off! Hermione is doing the Gryffindor one!" She turned to Hermione. "So, little mudblood, thought you'd use Millicent as a distraction to get out to the green houses and back up here? Well, you messed up, didn't you?!"

She flipped Hermione right side up again and got very close to her face. "Now... I don't quite know what we're going to do with these pictures yet... but the Easter holidays start tomorrow and you don't know where your parents are now. Ours happen to be in Azkaban, so we have nowhere to go, and we have the next two weeks to have some fun..." Pansy flicked her wand to release Hermione, another swish cleaned up the floor and repaired the urn. "Don't want any teachers catching on!"

She turned around to go down the stairs. "Come on, ladies! We have loads to plan! And you..." She turned her head briefly to Hermione. "Get some rest! You're gonna need it!" She and the other Slytherins laughed as they walked down the stairs.

"Well... That's part of the risk of the streak!" The Fat Lady declared, swinging open to reveal the portrait hole. Hermione climbed inside and went up the stairs as quietly as she could. She didn't wake any of the girls sleeping as she silently pulled on a nightgown and opened the curtain on her bed.

She'd have to explain to Ginny why she wasn't going to the Weasley's for the holiday... And she had so been looking forward to seeing Ron! As she sat on her bed, she felt a crinkle. She looked down and was relieved to see everything that she had lost in the baths. Her wand, the marauder's map, Harry's invisibility cloak, and even her clothes! She once again moved them to her trunk. "At least the house elves knew where to bring her belongings..." She thought to herself as she fell asleep.

"First good thing to happen tonight..."