They make it back safely

Hermione and Pansy made it back through the tunnel. Pansy insisted that she go first this time so she didn't slip on any of Hermione's drippings. Hermione, already embarrassed enough, let her go.

Not only had her enemy for 7 years stripped her naked and made her prance about Hogsmeade... She also got her off! This may not have been quite as dangerous as her adventures with Harry, but Hermione couldn't help but feel that this was one of her worst days ever!

And yet... She couldn't deny how much it turned her on. She realized she never tried to resist Pansy's advances in the shrieking shack. A part of her deep inside knew she must have wanted to be humiliated like that, but she didn't want to have to confess that desire.

In what seemed like a short amount of time, they got to the end of the tunnel. She hadn't even noticed how tired she was from crawling upwards towards the base of the whomping willow.

"Just stick your hand out to press the knot!" Hermione instructed. "We'll get out, put the cloak back on, and go!"

Pansy did exactly as Hermione asked, and they crawled out of the tree. As Hermione stood up and stretched her nude form, she looked at the clock tower. It was one in the morning. She covered the two of them in the cloak and they made their way into the castle.

As soon as they stepped inside the castle, Pansy whispered "down this way," as she guided Hermione towards the dungeons.

Not knowing what was in store, Hermione followed Pansy's lead.

As they made their way to through the dungeons, Pansy stopped suddenly, causing Hermione to bump into her.

"Watch it, Granger!" Pansy whispered hoarsely. She ripped the invisibility cloak off the two of them, leaving Hermione stark naked in the Hogwarts dungeons.

"What are y-"

"Shut it!" Pansy retorted, tossing the cloak at Hermione. "You'll leave that off until I get back. Now. Cover your ears."

Hermione, not wanting to suffer the consequences, covered her ears. Pansy turned to the bare stretch of wall. Her jaw moved, but Hermione couldn't hear what she said at all. Suddenly the bricks opened, revealing a hallway lit with a greenish glow. Pansy motioned for Hermione to uncover her ears. "Wait here," she ordered, or you're not getting any of this", she held up Hermione's bag, "back!"

Pansy stepped into the hallway and the wall closed up again, leaving Hermione alone, nude, in the darkest, coldest place in the whole castle.

Hermione heard what sounded like the chains of the Bloody Baron in the distance. Once or twice, she thought she heard a mouse squeak and scuttle across the floor. She imagined Filch finding her down here.

Would he bring her to the headmistress? For McGonagall to punish? No, he'd sooner lock her up down here. "Make an example!" she imagined he'd say. She leaned back against a wall, spreading her arms and legs across it, picturing herself in chains.

The wall moved again, startling her out of her stupor. She brought her legs together and arms back down as Pansy stepped out of the secret doorway.

"Hey..." She said. "Tonight was fun, but tomorrow, you'll be meeting us in the owlery at 11:30. Got that? We can't have you using that cloak until we've all had our fill."

Pansy tossed Hermione her bag. "Everything you had with you when you met us at the beech tree is in there. But leave it and your wand in your dorm." she started to sound more severe. "Otherwise, you might just be found tied up in the great hall!" She turned, closing the wall behind her.

Hermione stood there for a moment before turning upstairs. She didn't bother to put the cloak back on. Pansy said she didn't want her wearing it again, and the castle was more quiet than usual.

As she walked through the halls of snoozing portraits, she could only imagine the ruckus they'd raise if they saw her. Hermione Granger, the great Hermione Granger that helped Harry Potter save the wizarding world, was now completely exposed, wandering the halls of Hogwarts!

There was one, portrait, however, that had yet to fall asleep. As soon as the Fat Lady saw Hermione, she spoke up.

"No need!" She said.

"What?"

"I'd recognize your special places anywhere! Only a Gryffindor would be so brazen as to go streaking through the halls two nights in a row!" The Fat Lady winked. "I hope you're planning to make a habit out of this!"

Hermione glowered at the Fat Lady as she swung open revealing the portrait hole into the Gryffindor Dormitories. Hermione climbed through, picked up her belongings from the common room's table, and went up to her bed.

If tomorrow was going to be anything like today, it was going to be a long day...