The Whomping Willow

"So... You know how to get to the trunk of the whomping willow?" Pansy asked in a low, casual tone.

Hermione was confused. "But... what does this have to do with the cloak?"

Millicent grabbed Hermione's hair at the back of her head. "She asked you a question. You answer it!"

Hermione, knowing that she was only a few movements away from baring her lower half in front of everyone again, immediately complied. "Yes! Yes, I know how!"

Daphne asked the next question. "And what does it have to do with Hogsmeade?"

"There's a tunnel," Hermione responded, tearing up from the pain, "that goes to the Shrieking Shack."

Millicent let go of Hermione's hair at this. "Are... you serious?"

Hermione sniffed. "Yes... Remus Lupin used it when he was a student here... he would go there at the full moon to not transform around students."

The Slytherins looked at each other. Pansy spoke first. "I'll tell you what. I'm a fair witch, so I'll make you a little trade. If you tell us how to get to the tunnel, I'll give you back the clothes you lost at dinner."

Hermione looked up. "But... what about the clothes from this after-"

"Are you turning down my generous offer?", Pansy interjected, looking upon Hermione imperiously.

"I... well..." Hermione stammered. Having some clothes was better than having none, she had to admit. "Fine. There's a knot at the base of the tree. All you have to do is press it, and the whomping willow will stop moving for a while. I used a stick to do it."

"There," Pansy replied. "Was that so hard?" She tossed Hermione her clothes, who immediately started putting them on again.

"Now then... I'm going to need to borrow that cloak." Pansy said in a commanding tone.

"What?!" Hermione asked, incredulously.

"You heard her!" Daphne snickered.

"If I'm going to be going to Hogsmeade tonight, I'll need that cloak. Not to mention," She looked at Hermione again, "I don't want you using it again over the Holidays."

This wasn't good. That cloak had belonged to Harry's father! If Hermione let it get stolen by anyone, let alone a Slytherin, Harry would never forgive her!

"No!" She cried. "You can't! I'm borrowing the cloak! It's Harrys! You can't take it!"

Millicent grabbed Hermione's hair again. "Oh? And who has pictures of you squirting all over the seventh-floor corridor again?"

"It sounds like someone," Daphne interjected, "wants their parts spread all over the school!"

This wasn't what Hermione wanted at all! This theft of Harry's property was something she'd never, ever want!

Almost as soon as she had that thought, she noticed Pansy's eyes slightly cloud over. Pansy shook her head briefly before speaking.

"Fine."

Millicent dropped Hermione to the ground as both she and Daphne turned, completely surprised at Pansy's change of heart. "It seemed," Hermione thought to herself, "that Dumbledore's enchantment of consent works after all."

"Fine?" Millicent asked.

Daphne piped up next. "But... if she has the cloak..."

"She won't have the cloak, if she agrees to these terms." Pansy looked Hermione dead in the eye.

"First, you will meet me here in an hour's time. We will be going to Hogsmeade together so you can make sure I don't go running off with Potter's precious cloak." Well, that didn't seem too bad.

"But Pansy-," Millicent interrupted.

"I'm sorry, Millie, but you're just too big for all three of us... besides, you can help Daphne work on her project." Pansy turned back to Hermione. "Second, tomorrow, morning, you will be meeting one of us in the Owlry. That cloak, as you say, belongs to Harry, and I think it's about time you returned it!"

Well... That just meant she couldn't hide as easily. She still, at least, could hide extra robes around.

"And lastly..." Pansy smiled. "For the rest of the holidays, you will wear those gaudy Gryffindor robes, and nothing but those robes."

Hermione's eyes bulged. "Wh-what?!"

"And," Pansy continued, "any of us can check to make sure you haven't got anything else on. And if we catch you... You'll be losing _everything_ you're wearing until the start of term!"

Hermione swallowed. That was the steepest demand yet. Anytime the Slytherins wanted, they would be allowed to see her breasts and pussy! But it was that, or surrender Harry's cloak to them.