The Slytherin Corridor Again

Hermione had taken her usual place in the corridor, absentmindedly watching the Slytherin common room door while she read a book.

She was suddenly distracted by a high pitched grunt. A pretty blonde Slytherin was in a suspension hanging from the ceiling, normally Hermione wouldn't pay much attention, but this witch was hanging in full splits.

The young woman just hung there with a bored look on her face. Hermione couldn't help but walk over.

"Um... hi. You know, to get out you just need to say-"

"I know how to get out, I'll do so when I'm ready."

"Okay." said Hermione, feeling stunned. "Why are you...?"

The girl let out a sigh, as if Hermione was asking a question with a very obvious answer. "For the same reason you are of course."

"I'm not suspended from the ceiling..."

"But you are prancing round naked, enjoying the attention and getting a kick out of it."

"I don't prance and this isn't my choice." Hermione was starting to feel defensive.

"The boys just need to ask and you'll bend over and spread 'em. You're obviously enjoying this. I have been waiting for Umbridge to start picking on the rest of the Slytherins but it never happened, so I have taken matters into my on hands and I'm trying to enjoy it."

"I think you're oversimplifying what I've had to endure, it's more than just an excuse-"

"I don't care! Ever since Umbridge burned your clothes off in the Great Hall, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Hundreds of boys ogling me, taking in my body, tripping over their words trying to speak to me. This trap is my only opportunity to do that and in five minutes, the Slytherin quidditch team will get back from the practice and trip over their broomsticks staring at my tits."

Hermione stared blankly. She felt like she should say something but she wasn't sure what.

"Well, I'm sure the quidditch team will enjoy it... and this is the only time I have seen the corridor hang someone in a position like that, does it hurt?"

The blonde seemed to warm up slightly towards Hermione at those words. "Actually no. I did gymnastics for most of my childhood, I can hold this quite comfortably for a while. I think, those twins put a lot more effort into this pocket-dungeon than any of us first thought."

"I'm surprised, I didn't know wizards really got involved with gymnastics and muggle sports."

"We don't generally, but my father's a muggle, he wanted me to understand the muggle world as much as the magical one and made sure I attended a muggle school right up until I went to Hogwarts."

"That sounds boring. Both my parents are muggles, if I knew this world existed I wouldn't have been able to focus on anything... I'd be too busy wondering what wand I should get, or where I could find a unicorn. I was so excited when I first walked down Diagon alley, now I feel like the whole magical world has been ruined by people like Umbridge trying to **** me out of it."

"That's true. I only have one muggle parent and some of the other Slytherins still look down their nose at me. I was the first Slytherin witch to join your little organisation."

"The DA did become very popular, it really brought the school together." Hermione didn't know how much the rouge Slytherin knew and couldn't risk giving anything away. It was true that a number of Slytherins joined early on, but she didn't know them all by name.

"Not the DA, the group of just witches you had setting fire to her office." Hermione suddenly became alert and agitated.

"Ssh! Don't let anyone hear you. How did you find out about it? How many others know?"

"Relax, as far as I know I'm the only Slytherin. I heard some of your girls talking about it after a DA session. I decided to follow them around for the next meeting. With so many of you no one noticed me slipping in and out. I had stop once you all got stripped. With only naked witches heading to the seventh floor, the long black robes weren't exactly subtle."

There was a pause while Hermione's mind was whirling at a thousand miles per hour, she knew there was an opportunity here, one more way to undermine Umbridge.

"How many more witches like you are there in Slytherin?"

"What?"

"How many want to push Umbridge out, and may be willing to strip naked with the rest of us?"

"I can probably convince some, why?"

I want you to get tangled in these traps tomorrow night at quarter to seven. I'll meet you here and take you to a meeting. Of course we won't be stopping by the astronomy tower on the way."

Hermione may have imagined it, but she was sure she saw a glimmer in the girl's eyes in response.

"Okay, sure, but I hear the qudditch team approaching, so could you act like we weren't just talking."

Hermione gave a sly wink and turned around, walking back to where she left her book on the dungeon floor. Suddenly she stopped and turned around.

"Wait! What's your name?"

"Victoria, most people call me V."

"Well, V, it was nice to meet you."

Hermione sat down just as Malfoy walked around the corner holding his broom.

The next few minutes consisted of an impressive show of V begging the quidditch players to help her, or avert there eyes, while they only leered and teased her. One of the chasers was even so daring as to pinch V's left nipple, eliciting a horrified squeak from the bound woman that Hermione guessed was actually genuine.

V finally recited the phrase to get herself out, running at full speed down the corridor to the sound of wolf whistles from several boys. Hermione herself retreated to a more hidden corner afterwards, there was just something about V's begging that she really liked the sound of, and her finger was already on her clit by the time she sat down in her own darkened corner of the dungeon.