A painting of Albus Dumbledore

Hermione saw the image of her former headmaster. "Dumbledore!" She whispered in shock, covering her parts.

"I see you have decided to take on some new extracurricular activities?"

Even if he was just a painting of the late Albus Dumbledore, Hermione felt wrong lying to him. She forgot to put the cloak back on as she explained her entire ordeal.

The painting of Dumbledore, for his part, listened carefully. Even if it wasn't the real thing, this painting did seem to care a great deal about the students of Hogwarts.

"And now," Hermione ended her ranting, "I don't even know if I'll ever get out from being Pansy's plaything!" She began to sob as she collapsed to the floor.

Dumbledore looked down with kind eyes. "Miss Granger, you are the cleverest witch of your age. I may be just a painting, but I can tell you that you will get through this. Please, get up. And you may want to put that cloak back on."

Hermione gasped. She had been so focused on getting her feelings out that she had completely forgotten her nudity. She leaped back toward the armor and took the cloak, putting it back on herself.

"Now... The other tasks... They will be challenging, and I have no idea what twists that Slytherin students may add to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tasks. But know that no harm will come to you during these tasks. Nothing that you do not want to happen to you can."

"What... How?" Hermione was confused.

"Firenze told me that the centaurs knew that students would again perform these tasks. So to protect students, I enchanted this castle so that any **** cannot be inflicted upon those who are taking these challenges. I knew that there would be those who might **** themselves upon these young witches, so only those who consent in their hearts can do it."

Hermione shuddered. "So... These feelings of excitement..."

"Are because you are finally embracing what you have always wanted to try!" Dumbledore said, smiling. It wasn't the cruel smile of Pansy, or the perverted smile of the Fat Lady. It was a kind, understanding smile that helped cheer Hermione up a bit.

"But... the pictures... Can they still share them with people?"

"Only if you truly want them to."

Hermione was nervous... She couldn't help but feel excited that there was **** of her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be exposed to the entire student body of Hogwarts.

"For now," Dumbledore continued, "I recommend returning to your dormitory. You look absolutely exhausted, and given the past 24 hours you've had, I cannot blame you. I'll head to the kitchens to send some food up to your room, and you should get some rest."

And with that, Dumbledore turned and walked out of his frame.

Hermione decided that Dumbledore was right... She'd need rest, but she'd also need time to sort out her feelings about this whole situation. By the time she returned to her dormitory, there were already a couple of sandwiches on a platter at her bedside and... a letter, written in the same green ink as the previous one.

She opened the letter first.

We will talk about that cloak tonight, after dinner. Meet me by the old bust in the Entrance Hall if you want what you lost at the lake.

"Well," she thought to herself. "At least this is a chance to get my clothes back..."

She removed the cloak, not bothering to get dressed before tucking into those sandwiches and lying down to sleep until dinner...