All clear for now

The droplets began to fall a little faster as Hermione briskly made her way to the Whomping Willow. She pressed the knot, which let the tree relax, allowing her to get to the tunnel's entrance and grab the invisibility cloak. She put it on as fast as she could, giving her some protection from the elements, but more importantly, from prying eyes.

At last, she breathed a sigh of relief, as she went to the shrubs she had hidden in and deposited the stick she had used. "Better safe than sorry," she thought to herself. It was clear that Professor Sprout didn't think to check behind them to find any branches when she was doing her own clean-up. If she needed to drop the cloak off, she could do so there.

But still... Had the Slytherins known she hid the cloak in the tree? That would need some thought.

The rain was coming down harder as her feet began to step in mud, but she was too distracted to notice.

Hermione made her way into the entrance hall, naked except for the cloak, which was surprisingly waterproof.

As she began to walk towards the stairs, she heard a meow behind her. She turned around to see Mrs. Norris. Her eyes widened as she looked down and saw a trail of muddy footprints that led to her exact spot! The cloak made her invisible, but not what she left behind her!

As Mrs. Norris ran to fetch Filch, Hermione began to sprint up the stairs as quickly as she could. "Filth! Muck!" She heard Filch calling from behind her. "Stop running now, defiler! I'll find you!"

As Hermione ran, she saw a rug in front of a suit of armor. This was her best shot. She ran to the rug and wiped her feet as best as she could, cleaning them off before, jumping behind the armor, just as Filch turned around the corner. He ran, following the steps, until he saw they stopped at the suit of armor. "Now, where'd you go, you filthy little-"

"Filch!" Hermione groaned. It seemed that Professor Sprout had entered the castle since disposing of the sticks. "What is this noise about?"

"Some student has dirtied the castle, professor!" Filch explained, "But I'll find, them, I promise you that I-"

"Hold on..." Sprout interrupted. She had just noticed one of the footprints. She pulled out the dirtied parchment from her bag, comparing the footprints.

"It's a match!" She cried out. She turned to Filch. "Filch, if you find any suspects, you are to compare their feet..." with a flick of her wand, an instant copy of her parchment was made, "with this!"

As they spoke, Mrs. Norris sniffed the air. She couldn't see Hermione, but she could smell the unmistakable scent of someone who had been outdoors performing unspeakable, degrading activities...

"I... what?" Filch evidently didn't understand.

"Whoever tracked mud in this castle... " Professor Sprout instructed, "is the same thief who stole from the greenhouses last night! If you find them, you are to bring them to me at once!"

"I- yes, of course, ma'am, but what about punishment for the mud?" He had hoped to recommend a severe punishment for a paltry amount of dirt.

"That means nothing compared to this theft!" Sprout chided. "But if you insist..." She waved her wand and immediately the dirt was cleaned. "Come on, I'll do this job for you, and you do that job for me!"

"Very well... I'll keep an eye out for your thief, Professor. I'll show you to where the path begins." They turned and began going back where Hermione had come from, Mrs. Norris following behind."

Hermione let out a breath. She was almost caught by the two people that wanted to punish her harder than the Slytherins, even if they didn't know it was her.

As she stepped away from the suit of armor, the cloak snagged on the hilt of the sword. The cloak slipped off of her, exposing her naked form for the castle to see. She clasped her breasts and pussy again, turning around to remove the clock from the sword. The suit of armor chuckled. "Oh shut up," Hermione said through gritted teeth."

"Well, he can hardly help himself, now can he?"

Hermione froze and spun around to see who had just spoken.