Trying to find her clothes

"I thought... I thought you had maybe hidden my clothes in the laundry." Hermione said, hoping to sound believable.

"Really?" Pansy retorted. "The 'cleverest' witch of our age, and you thought we'd hide your clothes where you could get them instead of inside our common room?"

Thinking fast, Hermione answered, "I thought it would be an easy place to hide them... There would be so many robes, you see... And it would be the last place I'd think to look! The Slytherin common room would be too obvious!"

Pansy thought for a moment, chewing on Hermione's answer. "Fair..." She acknowledged, making Hermione started to breathe easier. "However, I'm not just going to let you go. Come on, I'm taking you back to Gryffindor Tower."

Pansy waved her wand, and a thin rope issued forth, wrapping themselves around Hermione's wrists before pulling them behind her back, tying them together.

Pansy reached her ring hand to Hermione's collar and pulled back. A silvery cord was extending from her hand to the collar.

"It's as long, or as short," Pansy said, letting the lead get longer before Hermione was suddenly tugged towards Pansy, "As I want it. Now. Unless you want to be left tied up out here, we're going to your common room!"

Hermione obeyed, wordlessly. She took her bare steps down the corridor and back up the stairs, feeling Pansy's eyes dig into her.

They passed Dumbledor's sleeping portrait on their way. Thank goodness his portrait and the Fat Lady's were the only ones that didn't need cleaning, Hermione thought to herself.

Occasionally, Pansy would allow the leash to get longer before making it shrink back suddenly, **** Hermione as she fell onto her arse.

After what felt like an eternity, Hermione stopped in front of the Fat Lady and cleared her throat.

The Fat Lady opened her eyes and gaped. "Oh my... Brought a friend have we?" She evidently didn't trust the Slytherin Hermione had brought with her.

"Well?" Pansy prompted. "Go ahead! Say the password!"

"That will not be necessary for this Gryffindor!" The Fat Lady interrupted. She looked Hermione in the eye, smirking. "She has a special means to gain entry into Gryffindor tower when she is wearing this outfit!"

"Oh really?" Pansy sounded like her interest was piqued. "And what would that be."

"She will need to be released," the Fat Lady pointed towards Hermione, "to do it!"

Pansy sighed, but let go of the lead. It vanished into thin air. She then waived her wand, freeing Hermione's hands.

"That's enough!" The Fat Lady interjected. "If she must, she can keep the collar." She tried to sound like this was a compromise, but Hermione could tell, the Fat Lady was thoroughly enjoying this.

Pansy looked at Hermione. "Well then, get to it!", she ordered.

Turning red, Hermione sat on the floor, legs spread, as she spread her labia to the Fat Lady, who swung open the portrait hole.

Pansy was delighted. "You have to spread your fanny to get into your common room whenever you're naked?!" Pansy was doubled over in laughter.

Hermione, ashamed, got up and lifted one leg over the portrait hole.

"See you tomorrow, Granger!" Pansy teased, as Hermione closed the entrance behind her.

She'd have to get the map and her wand in the morning, she thought to herself. As she climbed up the stairs, she looked at her bed and saw that the robe she had worn to dinner was gone.

"Right..." Hermione thought to herself as she laid back in bed... "Laundry day..."

Suddenly, her eyes jolted open as she sat up in bed. "Laundry day!" She whispered to herself. The only piece of clothing the Slytherin girls were going to let her wear tomorrow was in the laundry room with her wand and the map!

She had her old robes, but no idea how to alter them to cover her better. If she put on any of the other clothes, the Slytherin girls would know and would insist finding her to inspect that she had obeyed their new dress code for her!

She had no means of doing magic, no means of knowing where the Slytherins were if she tried to sneak, and absolutely nothing she could wear without being stripped again. Her only hope was...

Hermione jumped out of bed and started to dig through her trunk until she found it... An alarm clock, one her parents had personally purchased for her when she learned she was going to a school where no electronics were allowed. Her parents and found an old wind-up model and given it to her.

After her first night at Hogwarts, her dormmates were woken up by a shrill ringing and smashed it. She had mastered a repair charm just to fix it. She hadn't used it since, however, but she kept it in her trunk, a reminder of her parents... Hopefully, they were still happy and safe in Australia.

She set the alarm for 5 AM, which would be before breakfast. The collar started to weigh heavily on Hermione's neck. Tomorrow, she'd have to sneak to get clothed again... Hopefully she could do so without being caught...