Things go surprisingly well

Hermione carefully made her way down from the seventh floor, doing her best to not wake up any paintings, listening for any ghosts that could be floating through the castle at this hour.

Though she didn't have it with her anymore, she thought about how grateful she was that she had looked over the map enough times with Harry and Ron to know a few shortcuts.

She stopped suddenly. "The map!" She thought to himself. "How am I going to explain that to Harry! Not to mention his father's cloak!" But she didn't have time to worry about that now.

As she stood in the hall, she felt the cool air envelop her slender body. A slight draft ruffled the hairs on her mound. She involuntarily moved her hands down there as she shuddered. To her shame, her nipples poked straight up in the air. She hoped that it was just the cold...

She had no more time to waste. She had to get a move on if she wanted to be allowed to get dressed again. Not bothering to cover herself, she jogged as silently as she could, her small, albeit perky, breasts jiggling as she made her way down the stairs. She carefully stepped over the disappearing step, not wanting to get stuck in her state.

In a few minutes, she was in the entrance hall. Her bare feet gently slapping on the flagstone floor. She peeked in the great hall, candles floating in the air. The sky above looked somewhat cloudy. If she was careful, she should be able to avoid moonlight, and therefore anyone who could still be awake wouldn't be able to see her if they looked out the window. She made her way past the great hourglasses and went to the door. It looked like Filch hadn't locked it, so at least she had that.

She opened it just enough for her to squeeze through, then shut it behind her.

Almost immediately after, Hermione realized what she had just done. She was now completely naked, from head to toe, outside. Further away from her clothes than she had been all night so far, and she still had a little further to go. She suddenly imagined the grounds filled with students, some sitting by the lake, others coming from the Qudditch pitch. What would they say? Look! Hermione's naked! The teacher's favorite! The know-it-all! The mudblood! She's completely starkers!

If her nipples were hard before, it was nothing compared to what it was before.

"It's probably just the cold... "She thought to herself. But if it was just the cold, then why was there sweat between her thighs?