Go to the forest to find a stick

Hermione looked to see which trees were closest, from which she could find a branch to press the knot. The closest trees were at the edge of the forbidden forest. There were other trees on the grounds, but they were equally as exposed as the trees in the forest, so it would be better to just save time and head to the forest.

She peeked out of the bush to get a better view of Professor Sprout making her way to the greenhouses, and the Slytherins were back in the castle by now. It was now or never. She exited the greenery, one hand covering her pussy, the other arm doing its best to hide both breasts, as she tried to make her way to the forest as quickly as possible.

She was keenly aware of everything touching her bare skin. The air rushed past her, caressing her curves. Every blade of grass beneath her feet gently tickled her as she went through. She even felt the odd droplet from the sky land on her. She looked up and saw that the clouds from the previous night had condensed together, and it would probably rain soon. She'd have to get inside faster, so as to not track water and mud into the castle. Filch would explode!

As she reached the edge of the forest, she began to look for a long enough stick. It took a few minutes, but she found one on the ground. As she bent over to pick it up, she heard a male voice behind her. "Miss Granger? Has the time, at last, come for the house tasks to be performed?"

Hermione jumped. She spun around and saw the palomino body of a horse, on top of which was the upper body of a blonde-haired man.

"Firenze!" Hermione half yelled. "What are you doing here?"

"I might ask you the same, Miss Granger. Skyclad, dressed for the lost traditions of this ancient school."

Hermione was surprised. The Fat Lady had made it sound like almost nobody knew about these ancient tasks. And yet so far, Pansy Parkinson and a centaur knew about them!

"How do you know about these tasks?"

"The wizards and witches who banned them did not think we creatures were important enough to charm into silence. In their eyes, we were lesser." Firenze looked annoyed when he mentioned the previous prejudice against his kind. "But we centaurs knew the traditions would return, even if the elder wizards didn't want them to."

Hermione was perplexed. Not about the prejudice to ignore the centaurs, that was easy enough to understand. Even Fudge's administration had proven that the Ministry of Magic didn't think too highly of centaurs, but that they knew the traditions would come back.

"How could you possibly know that girls would run around naked again?!" She asked, trying to sound indignant, in control of her own nudity.

"It is said that Venus shone bright that night..." Firenze began, glancing at the sky. "When Venus shines brighter than Saturn, we knew that the restriction on expressions of beauty would end. Not when precisely, but that it would..." Firenze turned back to Hermione. "From the forest, I saw you enter that greenhouse, dressed as you are."

Hermione turned red. "You... you don't plan to-"

"I am no longer a professor at Hogwarts, and therefore have no reason to inform Pomona of your thievery," Firenze interjected. "I know you must be nervous at this moment, but I have no intention to bring you any harm."

Hermione didn't know what to say. She didn't necessarily believe in divination, but she had enough experiences with prophecies to know that they could, in fact, be very real.

"In this prophecy..." she began. "Does it say anything about what will happen to me, if I am indeed the one who is supposed to bring back these traditions?"

Firenze shook his head. "Alas, all we know is that you will bring a return of these traditions, but that no harm will be brought to you while doing so."

"How soon until it's all over?"

"Sadly, we centaurs do not know that, either. Remember," he pointed out, "we foresaw Potter's **** at the hands of the Dark Lord in the Forest, and that would not happen for 7 more years!"

Hermione winced. She didn't know how long this would take, but she could only hope the Slytherins would have their fill of fun by the time the Easter Holidays were finished. But she had one more question for Firenze.

"I don't suppose you have anything for me to wear?"

Firenze looked at Hermione incredulously. "Hermione," he replied, "in years you've known the centaurs, have you ever seen any of us don any sort of apparel?"

With that, he turned and trotted once again into the forest. Hermione noticed his bouncing cock between his hind legs, only partially hidden by the tail. It appeared to be the size of a horse's, but it seemed that upper bodies were not the only human parts on a centaur...

"Back to the task at hand," Hermione thought to herself, as she picked up the stick. She chose to hold it in the hand that was covering her breasts, keeping her other clasped firmly on her privates, as she made her way back to the whomping willow.