Back to the burrow

With a barely audible ‘thud’ the young witches’ bare feet touched the hardwood flooring of the bedroom. Looking around, Hermione saw that the portkey had taken her back to the exact place she had left just a few minutes ago. Only now, she was standing in that spot completely naked! The brunette’s hands quickly moved to cover her pale naked body, her arm cradling her bust and her hand smashed against her curly pubes.

“Oh dear, not again!“ Hermione huffed, looking around for the clothing she had grabbed just in the nick of time. She cursed herself for forgetting the portkey threw her clothes a considerable distance from her when teleporting. Whoever had enchanted the also missing book was either truly a genius or a complete idiot for such a side effect to take hold. Hermione decided she could dwell on the magical engineering behind the portkey, as well as the location of her clothes and the aforementioned book, later. After she had gotten dressed…

The young witch bent over to grab her suitcase, unintentionally flashing her bare ass through Ginny’s bedroom window, before the sound of footsteps on the stairs attracted her attention.

“Sorry Hermione, mum’s always a real pain before school starts…”

Hearing Ron’s voice draw nearer through the slightly ajar bedroom door, Hermione made a split-second decision, abandoning her suitcase and pulling back the covers on her bed, before sliding her naked body beneath, pulling them back over just as the door opened.

“Bloody hell, tired already?” Ron joked, giving her a quizzical glance. Despite the shame, Hermione could feel goosebumps throughout her body. Feeling her nipples gently hardening against the bedsheets, making her face even redder, thinking about how she was almost seen fully naked by one of her best friends. There was an unusual feeling accompanying her embarrassment.

“So…sorry Ronald, I’m suddenly feeling a bit… under the weather…” The brunette lied, making sure the sheets were covering her entire body, and shuttering at the feeling. Ron cocked his head to the side.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Well, if you’re feeling better later, come have some of mum’s chicken soup! It always makes me well again when I’m sick.”

“Thank you, Ronald.” Hermione panted breathlessly, as the redhead closed the door behind him when exiting the room. The young witch was overwhelmed by the close call, but decided to try to keep it together. Right now, she should get dressed…

___A few hours later___

“Quiet George, you’ll wake them!”

“Me? You’re the one who’s not even tiptoeing…”

Two whispering voices couldn’t be heard by any of the sleeping residence of the Burrow that night, least of all Hermione and Ginny, fast asleep after a day of activities for both of them. Fred and George creeped into the girl’s bedroom, eyes looking around for the very same book that had been in their possession the night before.

“Found it Fred.” George whispered, pointing to a drawer on the nighstand by Hermione’s bed, performing the levitating charm on the enchanted book, before turning back to his twin, "Why are you levitating it? It only works on girls." Fred asked"

"Looks cooler taking it this way" George giggles out. “You’re sure you know what went wrong? And how to fix it?”

“Of course I do, now shut up before you wake them…” Fred shushed his brother, the pair beginning to make their way towards the door, careful not to wake their sleeping sister, or Hermione. “Let’s go, we can have it back before she wake’s up tomorrow…” He added, as the two exited the room.

___A few days later___

The next few days had been odd for Hermione. The whole portkey thing messed a little bit with her. She kept thinking about it. The suddenness of how it had happened. The embarrassment she felt when she landed on that forest fully naked. Not a stitch of clothing on her. Every time she remembered that moment she felt as red as she had been in the actual moment. And then, Ginny and the twins... they had been so close to catching her. All nude, with just her hands to protect her modesty. Another memory that she kept seeing in her mind and that send a shiver down her spine. And even after! She had got back to her room, but she was almost caught by Ron. She then got dressed and went downstairs, where she found her clothes! In a neat pile on the couch, the portkey on top, she frantically picked up the pile of clothes topped by her underwear and a shoe. She got red again. Luckily, no one saw her clothes before her. And then she finally acknowledged it "Shit... I lost one of the shoes...". That did not last long, because when Ginny returned, she had it.

"Hermione, teleporting again?"

"Ha?! What do you mean ?!"

"Your shoe! I found it in the forest. You were practicing teleportation spells, weren't you?" Ginny asked, finding Hermione's reaction odd.

"Oh... yeah! That was it! I teleported the shoe to the forest. Nothing else! Just the shoe!"

"Actually..." Ginny says, before reaching inside the shoe and fishing out some panties.

"Oh god!" Hermione mutters while her face gets all red again. She hadn’t even checked if the shoe was the only thing missing. The panties were underneath it, so they must have slipped with it.

"Why were these there anyways?" Ginny questions.

Hermione, completly flustered, tries to come up with an answer "Well... the shoe... the shoes were in my suitcase and those must have fallen inside that one. And when I used it to... to... to practice the spells, I must have not noticed that was there”.

"Yeah ok... it's just because I thought it was weird... luckily I picked them up before Fred and George could see them. They already found the shoe strange..."

"Thanks, Ginny. Let me go put them upstairs" a very embarrassed Hermione said, taking the shoe and panties of her friend's hands before quickly running upstairs.

All that interaction was kept in her mind as well for the next couple of days, together with all the other embarrassing moments and... and a strange eager to repeat all of it. Yes, Hermione felt VERY embarrassed thinking about all that had happened, but at the same time she wanted to repeat it. She thought it was just the shock of all of it that was making her think this way, so she tried to kick that idea away. But she couldn't! She felt a tingle inside her... something compelling her to repeat the whole experience.

And after two days of all those thoughts and tingling, Hermione got an opportunity. Everyone was out. Mr. Weasley was working, Mrs Weasley, Ginny and the boys, had all been to Diagon Alley do some pre-school shopping. Hermione, having done her shopping before she came to the Burrow, used it as an excuse, as well as her studies, to stay home alone and try the portkey again.

After waiting a few minutes, to make sure everyone was gone for sure, Hermione went to her and Ginny’s room, this time locking the door. She sat in her bed and opened the drawer. She looked at it. She was still wondering where the book had come from. Obviously, she couldn’t ask anyone, not even Ginny. Because it would mean, almost certainly, that she would have to reveal what happened to her. And that, she was not ready for. What she was ready for, was to repeat it! She waved her wand at it, to make it float to her bed, right next to her. She took a few deep breaths. She knew that as soon she touched it, she would end up naked in that forest again, with her clothes in a neatly folded pile away from her bare body. She took a last deep breath, closed her eyes and grabbed the book.

(Written by irishkate and nicakwalt71)