The Library

Hermione knew the ideal place to start her little nightly streak. Entering the Library Hermione began looking around noting how quiet and empty it was. If she had done this in broad daylight she would have been the schools slut. Entering the Library proper Hermione looked around and saw all the rows of lovely books most of which she had ready several times.

Walking through the quiet room her bare feet making wet taps against the stone floor Hermione looked around for a book in particular. Finding it she took the book and held it to her chest feeling her hard nipples rubbing against the leather cover.

It was a diary of another Exhibitionist much like herself. Hermione had found the notes left behind by the writer one evening when she had one of her adventures. The book was charmed in a way that you can only read it when you were bare like herself. To any other person it was just a funny book about a witches role in life. The perfect cover to hide such an ancient tome.

Taking the book Hermione began to make her way to a table to start reading. According to the Witch who wrote this she had learned that clothing restricted ones magic use. The body draws magic from the air around it but clothing blocks that connection. The more skin you have showing the more powerful your magic use is. It had also depicted personal pleasures as a method to increase ones own mystical ability. Taking out the book, mark she left in it, Hermione began to pick up where she last left off to start her evening.

Her bare ass rubbed against the wooden chair and thus she began to read the book. The excitement she felt was of course staining the chair with her womanly fluids as she was positioned that if someone walked in right now they'd get an eyeful of a very naked muggleborn witch.