Back to a safer place

Unlike the first time she returned, this time, a big thump was heard. Having leaped on to to the portkey, Hermione fell right on her pale butt. The bright witch was still panting from all that thrill. That embarrassment. That tingling inside her. She looked down on herself and instinctively covered her pussy and curly bush with her hands, while at the same time noticing that something was also missing on her. Her breasts jiggled a bit with the sudden covering and Hermione felt that she had no bra again.

"Another wrong presumption of mine..."

The first time, when she teleported from the forest to the Burrow, she returned to the same place, Ginny's room, and "dressed" as she was in the forest. So, she had assumed that she would again return to the room in the Burrow and dressed with what she had on. Like she assumed she would get back to forest today...

Then Hermione realized, through her lack of some piece of clothing, that if the clothes were being randomized the location could too! She immediately lifted her head and looked around. She felt relieved to see that it was the Burrow. Not Ginny's room, but at least she was not in distant place again. She felt relieved. It had not yet occurred to her, that if she had ended up in Hogwarts when she meant to go to the forest, the journey back could be equally embarrassing and surprising.

"So, clothes seem to be random... I was fully dressed back here, but at the school I only had my shirt and my bra." Just saying that sent a shiver down her spine and made her tingle. "But like the first time, I was teleported fully naked. And the clothes were, again, in pile near the portkey. The return is similar about clothes, it seems like it is random. But not the location. Fortunately, both times I returned to the same place... well, kind of." she looked around "I'm in the Burrow at least.".

That reminded her that she was almost entirely naked in the hallway. No one seemed to be home yet, but she thought she should return to her room quickly, just in case. She got up and twisted the handle on her door. It didn't move.

"Oh... no... NONONONONO! Please... please open!" Hermione pleaded. She was now remembering that she locked the door before she left. To avoid another situation like last time when Ron almost caught her naked. But now, that was even closer to happen since she was locked in the hallway. And she didn't have her wand. She had thought it would not be needed for a little streak in the forest nearby. Thinking back on it, she even realized that it would have been helpful while she was in Hogwarts. She made a mental self-reminder to take her wand next time. If there was one! Because many scenarios were running through her mind right now. Thinking about being caught by a Weasley at any moment. And she would never repeat these little adventures if she were caught in such an embarrassing position. She would never want to take of her clothes ever again!

“Think Hermione, think!” The young witch chanted in her head, her hands once again pulling her light pink t-shirt down in an attempt to stretch it to cover her intimates. She wasn’t strong enough to break the door down, and she couldn’t pick a lock, not wandless at least. After a few seconds of thinking, the curly haired brunette decided to check the other rooms for some clothing, and quickly before any of them got back!

Bare feet moving quickly against the wooden flooring, the half-naked witch methodically tried the different doors in the house, finding them all to be locked, even as she ascended higher within the Burrow! Ron’s room? Locked. Fred and George’s? Locked! Mr and Mrs Weasleys? She really should have seen that coming! The bottomless beauty groaned, the image of herself in this state of undress and locked away from her clothing continuing to raise her unwanted arousal.

“Is everyone in this family afraid of getting burgled?!” Hermione yelled in frustration, after trying the last door on the top floor of the house. She needed to do something, but what? The only thing the brightest witch of her year could think of (besides how wet her thighs were right now…) was to try climbing in Ginny’s bedroom window. But even that came with it’s own embarrassing exposure, not to mention dangerous…

An idea finally striking her brain, Hermione decided to try the only floor she hadn’t so far. The ground floor. Maybe one of the Weasley’s had left some clothes strewn around the living room? Or Mrs Weasley was washing some clothes? It was worth a try, no matter the outcome, considering her alternative… she shuddered at the thought.

Hunched over, and her shirt in a **** grip within her fists covering her pussy, Hermione made her way back down the stairs. Every step she took she felt a wave of both embarrassment and pleasure wash over her. Why was the book working differently than last time? Was it always going to be random? And why, oh gosh, why, did she find all of this so thrilling?

Reaching the final set of stairs before the bottom floor, Hermione had considerably calmed down. Yes, she was still in trouble, but there wasn’t much she could do about that! And besides, there was probably still a few hours before any of the Weasley family got back. She could afford to let herself bask in the experience a little, reminding the bottomless brunette why she decided to repeat her naked experience, all of the feelings flooding back to her.

Finally at the bottom floor of the house, Hermione made her way to the living room, groaning while feeling her nipples rubbing against her light pink t-shirt as she walked. While she was looking out for anything she could reasonably use to cover her naked lower half, she saw a blast of green flames come from the fireplace directly in front of her, her heart sinking…

“HERMIONE!?” Mrs Weasley’s voice shriek could be heard for miles on end, as the Weasley matriarch formed in the fireplace, arms filled with groceries. Hermione felt all the blood in her body rush to her face, having never felt as embarrassed as she did in this moment, in a split second her hand grabbing the nearest pillow on the couch, using it to cover her curly bush, exposed pussy lips and (hopefully) her wet thighs from the redhead’s view.

“Oh deary?! What are you thinking prancing around without even your bloomers!?”

“S…sorry Mrs Weasley… I…” Hermione was humiliated, this combined with her arousal making her struggle to think, “I was preparing for a shower. I realised I forgot my shampoo so put my shirt back on to go get it… when I left Ginny’s room it locked behind me!”

Mrs Weasley dropped the groceries she was holding, rushing over to Hermione and ushering her back towards the staircase, tutting the whole way, “Oh Hermione, do try to be more careful! The boys could be back at any moment!” Those words making Hermione internally cringe, hoping Mrs Weasley wouldn’t smell her arousal at this point, and that she wouldn’t stain the poor woman’s pillow! “Follow me dear, I can open Ginny’s room. Let’s get you dressed before anyone else comes back!”

Hermione felt relief at this, that Mrs Weasley had both believed her lie, and was sympathetic to her situation. While being led upstairs wearing only a t-shirt, Hermione discovered the location of both her bra, and the portkey, both on the table by the stairs. Quickly grabbing her bra and holding it behind her back before Mrs Weasley noticed it, the curly haired brunette decided to leave the portkey where it was for now… After an experience like this, she would never want to use it again!

Probably…

(Written by irishkate and nicakwalt71)