Practice wandless magic again

Given that she had lost another robe in part due to her issues with wandless magic, Hermione decided she needed more time to practice.

She made her way to the Charms room and began to practice. She started going through as many spells as she could, from Transfiguration to Charms to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

If she needed materials, such as a practice dummy or birds, she used her wand to conjure those to keep practicing. It was hard work and drained her, but by the time dinner came around, she had been able to successfully practice every spell taught to her up through her third year once. She'd have to keep practicing for mastery, but things were starting to go well for her.

She ate dinner quickly, with the Slytherins chatting amongst themselves.

"So do you think parents will want to keep their kids at home, Pansy? You know, with the scrofungulus and all?"

"I doubt it, Millie. If the few that left came back from break when the Chamber of Secrets was open, I doubt parents would keep them home, whether or not Pomfrey gets the sick students cured."

"Yeah, but that was when Dumbledore was still here, and parents trusted him."

"Scrofungulus isn't anything close to being as bad as a basilisk, Daph! Just ask the mudblood here, she got petrified, didn't you Granger?"

Hermione took a second to answer. "Hm? Oh yes... I honestly don't remember much from when I was petrified, though." She finished up her meal and ran back up to the classroom. It was time for her to start practicing fourth-year spells. She started by borrowing the cushions she had slept on a few nights ago and began to practice both the summoning charm and the disarming charm. Once she was making the cushions fly around the room she moved on, even getting to the spells she and Ron had helped Harry learn for the final task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

When Hermione was satisfied, she paused a moment. She looked at a feather in the room and pointed at it. "Wingardium Leviosa!" It rose gently into the air. She smiled to herself. It seemed her hard work was paying off. She was able to at least cast first-year spells easily without a wand after several hours of practice.

Hermione returned to the fourth-year spells she could remember. She was about to practice the Ascension Charm. She set a pile of cushions around her, preparing for what would likely be a rapid descent. After they were sufficiently placed, Hermione pointed upward. "Ascendio!"

Hermione flew up into the air, as was expected, but as she began to descend, the hem of her robe was hooked on something! Her bottom half was briefly exposed before she flipped, causing her to hang upside down. She looked up to see that one of the lamps that hung near the ceiling had caught her. She looked down and saw the cushions were slightly off-center for her now. If she fell, she could get injured!

Praying that she might land on the cushions and dislodge the robe from its trap at the same time, Hermione started to swing. She was getting closer and could feel the robe starting to slip out little by little!

It was then that Hermione felt one of the buttons on the robe slip through its hole. To her horror, this was the robe that she had chosen to 'accidentally' lose if she had robes to spare at the end of the break, only it wasn't going to be an accident that she lost this one!

Hermione tried to keep a hold onto the robes with her hands while swinging, but it was too late. She fell naked, headfirst, into the pile of cushions.

Hermione laid still for a couple of minutes on the cushions, face down, limbs splayed. Anyone who walked into the room would be able to see right into her nether regions. After a minute or two, she came to. She had hit her head, but thanks to the soft landing, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. She had seen Harry take plenty of knocks like that in Quidditch, after all.

She looked up to see that the robe was already gone. "If I didn't know any better," she began to mutter to herself, "I'd say the house-elves were trying to take the clothes from me on purpose..."

Hermione was satisfied she had learned the spell, at least. She sighed as she put on one of the four remaining robes she had borrowed before heading up to Gryffindor Tower for bed.