Hogwarts

Upon arriving at the destination after touching the portkey, Hermione immediately noticed two things. The first was the light breeze over her now completely naked body. She could already feel the tingling growing stronger down below at this. The second, and more important thing, was that she wasn’t in the forest like she was expecting to be. In fact beneath her bare feet, which she was careful to land on this time instead of her ass, the bright young witch felt cold concrete, and upon looking around, she realised that she had just teleported to a nightmare…

She was at Hogwarts!

Hermione jumped, letting out a little yelp, before quickly slamming a hand over her mouth to silence the noise, her other hand immediately covering her fuzzy crotch, not helping her tingling in the process. Hermione’s face burned red. She had nightmares about ending up in school naked, but she never thought it would ever actually happen! She whipped her hear around, her frizzy hair whipping from side to side, before she let out a deep breath. It was summer! There was no one here! Hermione let her shoulders slump, letting out a sigh of relief…

“Oh my! What a shocking sight!”

…before immediately letting out another shriek! The paintings! They were all staring at her! Hermione felt her cheeks burn with humiliation, and strongly, felt the tingling growing stronger… particularly around her pussy… The young witch, groaned, both hands now covering her tits, not wanting to provide any unwanted… stimulation in her current situation.

Looking around, and trying her best to ignore the paintings now staring at her nude body and making various comments, Hermione reasoned that the portkey would send her to a random location, instead of the forest! She remembered the book and her clothes had landed just a short distance back from her in the forest. Hermione was standing just outside the Gryffindor common room, looking down at the moving staircase. There, just down a single flight of stairs, she spotted what she was looking for.

“Gotta get my clothes! Gotta get back!” The brunette started to make her way down the stairs, feeling her bare feet against the cold concrete. But as she was moving, she could see her clothes and the book at the bottom of the stairs move with the stairs, before falling off!

“NO!” Hermione screamed, looking over the bannister, seeing her clothes fall about 3 floors before coming to a rest. The portkey however, fell further than that, dooming the now humiliated and increasingly aroused witch to her fate…

She just screamed onto a gigantic staircase. Her scream echoed all over the school. Hermione was getting really nervous. It would have been crazy to go back to the forest naked. But now she was at school! She was in Hogwarts! Completely naked! She thought she would have a nice time streaking in an isolated forest. But no! "That damn portkey!" She thought. She was naked in Hogwarts, her clothes and her means to get home just fell down several floors and she had just announced her presence to anyone that could be in the castle, by screaming. This all felt like a bad dream. She felt so embarrassed! All those feeling were returning. The embarrassment, the chills down the spine and the tingling. The tingling... Hermione felt more embarrassed than she ever has been, but something inside her made her feel good in some areas.

She looks down on the staircase and saw her clothes. Or at least some of them. She knows she has to get those before she goes looking for the portkey, that unfortunately, she cannot see. She takes a deep breath "Ok! Here I go." She covers herself with her hands, letting out a little moan when her hands gets near her pussy. It was a bit sensible. She then gets ready to go down the stairs. But as soon as she moves, the stair moves, leaving her stranded on that floor, with no way down. "You gotta be kidding me!" she murmurs. She knew that it could take a while before it returned, so she decided to go around "Better use the ones that do not move...".

She climbs up the stairs to the level above and heads for the hallway. This while getting looked upon by many of the paintings. She did not feel like it was possible, but she felt herself get red like a tomato! Their gaze was making her tingle a bit again. She tried to ignore their looks and just continued her way. She got to the hallway as fast as she could and then started running, heading to the stairs at the end of it. Luckily, there were few paintings in this hallway and in the stairs. Hermione was able to get a little relaxed. But not too much, because at the same time, she was scolding herself inside her head "How could I have been so irresponsible?! I don't know where that book came from! I should have been careful! Might as well had walked to Forrest by foot! No one was home. But no! I wanted to get teleported naked... AGAIN! Like the first time wasn’t embarrassing enough!". Amidst all this self-scolding Hermione managed to get to the floor where her clothes fell. She runs through the hallway leading to the big staircase, this one filled with more paintings than the last one. She even saw some people that belong to paintings from the floor she came from. They were following her streak!

She then saw her clothes. She ran to them. And her heart sank when she saw them. And the tingle got stronger...

"NONONONO! Only this?" She asked while kneeling down to pick up her shirt and her bra. The only two items that were there. She looked around, wishing the other pieces of clothing were around. But she was almost certain they were not. When she first noticed the pile of clothes upstairs, she thought it had seemed very little. But she thought that maybe she had not looked correctly. But no. Here they were. The only two pieces of clothing she had. After a few moments, she puts them on and gets up.

"Hey, at least now you only have to cover that bush!" One of the portraits points out, making Hermione quickly covering her bush with her two hands, which makes her let out another soft moan.

“What’s happening to me!?” Hermione thought, feeling the pleasure from down below. Moving her hands from her pussy to instead grab the hem of her light pink t-shirt, the frizzy haired girl stretched the fabric in an attempt to cover her curly bush. It wasn’t terribly effective, but the young witch knew it was as good as she was going to get…

Looking over the bannister once again, Hermione tried her best to spot the portkey that had fallen lower than her clothes. The bottomless witch started making her way down the moving stairs, hunched over in an attempt to hide more of her bottomless self from the prying eyes of the paintings. Hermione let out another groan, feeling moisture begin to pool on her hands…

“Oh” Hermione gasped. She knew she liked this, but not THAT much!

“Hey Miss no-pants” The girl in question jumped, hearing one of the paintings booming voices, her knees coming together and her back arching as she turned, rosy cheeked to face the painting that addressed her, while having no covering for her lower half, “Are you looking for that book you dropped? It’s on the bottom floor!”

Hermione’s eyes went wide. The portkey had fallen All the way to the ground floor. The bottomless brunette, just wanting this nightmare to end, began making her way down the stairs, finding great difficulty in navigating them while the staired moved in seemingly random directions, as well as having to do all of this, while trying to keep her lower half hidden as best she could, and ignoring the wetness and tingling she knew was only increasing.

About halfway to her destination, Hermione spotted something she dreaded. A cat. Not just any cat, but Mrs Norris, Filch’s cat! There were people here! And she had no pants or underwear on! The brightest witch of her year’s face became as bright as that title, and she began moving faster down the stairs, the concrete slipping against the soles of her bare feet while the exposed brunette tried her best to cool her increasingly tingling loins with unsexy thoughts. This was not the time for… well THAT!

Increasing her pace, and now just a floor up from the ground, Hermione finally spotted the portkey, lying on the ground floor. The bottomless brunette’s grip on her pink t-shirt loosened, as she made a mad dash to get to the portkey, suddenly very thankful she had put her bra back on. Hermione’s heart almost stopped when she heard footsteps approaching from the bottom floor, and Filch’s voice calling out for his cat. Hermione, not even bothering to look around to see if Filch had caught her, leaped for the portkey, placing a hand on the book, and in a second, the bottomless girl disappearing from the Hogwarts hallway.

(Written by irishkate and nicakwalt71)