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Hermione finished her breakfast and made her way to Gryffindor tower. She still had a few hours until she had to meet with the Slytherins in the Owelry.

She sat down in front of the fire and began to do some homework. It was remarkable how fast she was able to work in the silence. With no students gossiping, playing games like gobstones or exploding snap, or practicing their own wandwork, she was able to concentrate.

She estimated she was about one-third through her Easter homework when the clock chimed 11. She went up to grab the invisibility cloak. She thought to grab her wand, but decided against it.

"It seems like you want to not have any way to cover yourself!" Pansy's comment from the previous night echoed in her mind. While Pansy didn't specifically say not to bring her wand, Hermione couldn't help but feel a certain level of excitement at the possibility of being left helpless again.

She made her way to the western tower and climbed up the stairs to the owlery.

Owls of every shape and size hooted softly, sleeping in the rafters above. She looked around the room, carefully avoiding any pellets or droppings on the floor. The Slytherins weren't here yet.

She gazed out of the window to see Hagrid near his hut. He was, evidently, hungover from drinking last night, and had simply gone to his water barrel to refill a jug before lumbering back inside.

Hermione turned to see the three Slytherin girls. They were holding some parchment, a quill, and some packaging materials.

"Well look who-" Daphne started, her eyes gleaming.

"Who decided," Pansy interrupted, stepping on Daphne's foot under her robe, "to do as she was told! You have the cloak?"

Hermione held it in front of her, neatly folded.

"Good!" Pansy said. "Now, we can't have Potter getting suspicious, so you're going to write a letter, and we," she motioned at her companions, "are going to read it until we're satisfied!"

Hermione was handed a parchment and quill. She sat down at the nearby table and began to write, the Slytherins looking over her shoulder.

As she finished one sentence, Millicent spoke up. "No! Not good enough, start again!", as she shoved another sheet of parchment in front of Hermione.

This continued for some time, Hermione writing and the Slytherins demanding corrections. After a long time of writing, Hermione had finished the letter.

Dear Harry,
While I must say that I have been grateful to borrow your cloak this year, I don't think it works for me quite as well as it does for you.
The enchantments appear to only have their remarkable effects when you are using the cloak, such as the use of the human-presence-revealing charm.
I can't thank you enough for letting me use it, but it seems that Dumbledore's hunch was right. The cloak didn't work as well for him as it did you and your father, and it doesn't work as well for me, so I am sending it back.
I still have your father's old parchment, however, so I can keep using that if I get over this scrofungulus any time soon.
Send my love to Ron and tell Mrs. Weasely I'm sorry I couldn't be there.
-Hermione

The Slytherins finally satisfied, Hermione wrapped the letter and cloak. As the Slytherins whispered behind her, she woke one of the owls up and gave it the parcel addressed to Harry Potter at The Burrow.

"Now that this little detail has been taken care of," Pansy stated. "There's the matter of you breaking the rules."

"What?!" Hermione said, surprised and indignant. "But... I'm not wearing anything under my robes! Look!" Without thinking about what she was doing, she lifted her robes to reveal her bare body.

"Our deal wasn't to wear nothing under your robes, you silly little witch!" Hermione flushed as Pansy emphasized the word 'little' while staring at her chest. "It was nothing, but your robes!"

At that, Millicent and Daphne moved. Millicent grabbed Hermione's arms and lifted her up. Daphny nimbly jumped down to tug Hermione's socks off her feet, exposing them to the cold, somewhat damp floor of the owlery. Once her toes hit the floor, Millicent tugged Hermione's robes and cloak up, over her head, and clear off, messing up Hermione's hair.

By the time Hermione got the hair out of her face, she saw that her clothes were being messily shoved into a package with a letter attached to it. "What are you- No don't!" She cried excitedly.

But it was no use. Millicent held Hermine's hands behind her back as Pansy picked an owl and sent yet another set of clothes out of Hermione's grasp.

"Wh-where did you-" Hermione started.

"Somewhere safe," Pansy retorted. "You'll get them back by the time the other students return. After you've performed the tasks, of course!"

"Which reminds me!" Pansy turned to Daphne. "Is everything ready for the one you're doing yet, Daph?"

"Yep!" Daphne said, smugly looking at Hermione's nude form squirming in Millicent's grip. "The Quidditch pitch, tomorrow night at 10, Granger! I had wanted to start later, but..." She looked somewhat glum at this, "Pansy decided she wanted to give you a chance to win, since you've never played any Quidditch!"

That wasn't entirely true, but Hermione didn't want to tell them that she had played Quidditch at the Burrow with Harry and the Weasleys a few years ago. She let the girls continue.

"Well... Have fun getting back to your common room!" Pansy laughed, signaling Millicent to let Hermione go. Millicent shoved Hermione into the closest pile of straw, making her fall spreadeagled, her pussy bare to all eyes in the room. She struggled to get up as she heard their laughter go fainter and fainter.

By the time she got out of the straw, she was alone in the owlery, exposed to the elements again, and half a castle away from the next set of clothes she could wear.