Aftermath.

Weeks after Hermione streaked the quidditch game.
School was filled with discussion about who that witch was.
From snippets of the talks between the students which Hermione managed to catch in the corridors, classes and even in the common room.
It looks like nobody was able to identify her.
And most people noticed her just for a few seconds.
“So who do you think she was?” Asked one younger Hufflepuff to his friend.
“No idea, but I would love to get my hands on that ass.”
Said his friend and made a trusting movement with his pelvis.
Which caused them both to laugh.
Hermione was walking right next to them. And almost reprimanded them.
But she realized her reaction could make them suspicious.
She managed to control herself and her anger was replaced by something else.
Lust.
After weeks listening to similar conversation all around the castle.
Her mind was filled by visions of what people want to do with her.
She shivered and not just because she was barefoot and naked under her cloak.
The realization that boys from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherins and even her fellow Gryffindors are imagining what sexual things they would do with that mysterious witch who runs naked through the Quidditch game.
Makes her constantly aroused.
And the degreading thinks she heard from some of the girls didn't help either.
As she was approaching her class she passed a group of Slytherin girls.
“I don't know,” said one of them. “Probably some mudblood slut. No respected pureblood would do something like this.”
Another Slytherin nodded.
Hermione stared at them but continued walking.
She didn't want to start a fight with four Slytherins in her current state.
Everything she heard so far made her incredibly horny.
“What happened to me,” Hermione thought as one of her hands moved into her crotch.
She could feel her warm and wet pussy through the thin fabric of her cloak.
“I am really that slut.”
Before she could think further. Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into an empty classroom.
In swift motion Hermione was pinned against the wall.
Her hands lifted over her head and held tight by someone's hand.
Hermione felt that hand to be soft so the unknown assailant was a woman.
During all that commotion Hermione's cloak opened and now her breast was touching the cold stone wall.
“Here is my naughty streaker.”
Emily's voice hissed into Hermione's ear.
Before she could say something.
Hermione felt Emily's other hand move under her cloak and squeeze her bare buttcheek.
“Mmm” Hermione moaned between her lips.
Fearing to be heard by people in the corridor.
Emily continued fondling the poor Gryffindor's butt and gently biting her earlobe.
“Yess..” Hermione gasped and let Emily do what she wanted.
Her mind clouded with the arousal.
Emily released Hermione's hands and commanded.
“Hands on your sides.”
Hermione put her hands on the wall next to her.
When she did that, Emily started to take Hermione's cloak off and continued to kiss her.
Now on the back of Hermione's neck.
Louder moans escaped Hermione's mouth.
Emily chuckled.
The cloak stopped around the waist.
Completely revealing Hermione's back and partially her butt.
Emily played with Hermione for a few more seconds.
Then she takes a step away.
Enjoying the view before her.
Gasping Hermione leaning on the wall.
Her only piece of clothing around her waist.
“Damn you look gorgeous.”
Hermione turned around.
Cheeks flushed, she smiled.
“How did it felt?” Emily asked and approached Hermione.
“What?”
“That streaking.” Said Emily and put her hands on Hermione's breast.
Gently massaging it.
“Hmm, why do you think it was me?” Managed to ask Hermione and closed her eyes, enjoying Emily's hands.
“Pleas, like I don't recognize that ass.” She explained and gently spanked Hermione's butt.
Hermione smiled and kissed Emily.
Then she led her to the nearest chairs.
Cloak still hanging around her waist.
When they sat, Hermione started to tell Emily everything that happened during the game.
When she mentioned that wizard who played with her and **** her to streak.
Emily's hands squeezed Hermione's hand stronger. And her face darkened.
Hermione managed to calm her.
“That asshole should ask first.” Emily hissed with anger.
“I know…” says Hermione “ Let it go for now. He didn't harm me.”
After a few more minutes Emily calmed.
Or at least her anger didn't show on her expression.
“Wait.. so that was probably him” Emily said suddenly.
“Was him, what??” Didn't understand Hermione.
“That tattoo of yours. It must be his handywork.”
“Tattoo? I don't have a tatoo.” said Hermione, confused.
“I would have noticed that.”
Emily smirked.
“Well it is not precisely at a place one can easily see. And it is not always visible."
“Where it is?”
“On your glorious butt.” Answered Emily.
Hermione abruptly stands up, letting the cloak fall to the ground.
With one swift move of her wand she conjured a mirror and started to look into it.
Facing Emily and with her back reflecting in the mirror. Emily couldn't help but enjoy the view.
Meantime Hermione tried to look over her shoulder so she could see her butt in the mirror.
“I can't see a tattoo. “ she said after a minute looking at her back in the mirror.
Then she looked at Emily.
Who was looking at her with an open mount.
“When you stop salivating," said Hermione sternly “ you could show me where that tattoo should be.”
“Sorry,” Emily stuttered as if she woke up from the dream.
“You are just gorgeous like this. When I can see all of you at once.”
Then she stood and joined Hermione in front of the mirror.
“Here,” said Emily and gently grazed Hermione's left buttcheek with tips of her fingers.
“There is nothing there.” Said Hermione when she again looked over her shoulder. Now focusing on her left buttcheek.
“Not now, I think it shows only under special circumstances.”
Emily explained and continued moving her fingers over Hermione's buttcheek.
“What special circumstances?” Wanted Hermione to know and continued to look at herself in the mirror.
“I have a pretty solid idea.” Emily said and kneeled in front of Hermione.
Before she could react.
Emily kissed her wet pussy.
Hermione moaned and her hands grabbed Emily's hair.
Emily continued kissing and her hands started to fondle Hermione's butt.
Based on the sound she could hear above her.
She knew it didn't take too long.
And really, when Hermione breathing was heavier.
Emily saw in the mirror as the tattoo appeared.
At that moment she stopped to pleasure Hermione.
“I was right.” She said more to herself.
Hermione was still on the wave of approaching orgasme, and didn't pay attention to her.
But when the expected climax didn't arrive.
Hermione looked down.
“Why did you stop?”
The sadness in her voice was cute though Emily.
“Look.”
Was all what Emily said to her and then spanked Hermione's left buttcheek.
Hermione looked again into the mirror.
But now she saw the word SLUT tattooed on her butt.
“How?”
Hermione asked with shock and tried to erase the tattoo.
First only with her hand then she waved with her wand.
But nothing seems to work.
“Maybee Madame Pomfrey could help.”
Emily suggested but the look Hermione gave her was clear.
That wasn't an option for her.
Hermione couldn't bear the embarrassment of explaining her situation to Hogwarts head nurse.
Which was somehow ironic.
Considering she did more embarrassing and humiliating things in previous weeks.
“So are you going to keep it?”
Asked Emily and gently kissed the tattoo.
Hermione took a deep breath.
“For now.”
She said and looked down at Emily.
“I know it,” Emily smiled, “you are a Slut.”
And then she bites Hermione's buttcheek.
“Ahh..” Hermione yelped.
“I would love to continue this, but I really must go to class.”
Said Emily and stood up.
Hermione nodded and let the mirror disappear.
“Lets go” she said and started to walk to the door.
“So you liked streaking so much you wanted to repeat it.”
Asked Emily.
Hermione stopped with her hand on the door handle.
Looking at Emily “what do you mean?”
Then she realized what happened.
She almost walked into the corridor naked.
“Merlins beard,” Hermione gasped. “I didn't even realize.”
“Now I lowkey want you to do it.” Emily smiled as she picked Hermione's cloak from the floor.
“You can't be serious.” Hermione said with a hint of fear in her voice.
Not sure if Emily is joking or being serious.
“You are lucky I want you just for me. Otherwise you will be marching from here like you are.” Said Emily and gave Hermione the cloak back.
“Lets go my slut.” With a slap on Hermione's butt and kiss on her lips. Emily opened the door, poor Hermione almost didn't have time to put the cloak on.
As they left the class Hermione was still flushed and aroused.