Hermione tries to run

Hermione was really nervous now. She got up and began to run, but she was suddenly yanked back by her neck. She looked to see that Daphne was holding the magical lead that was attached to the silver collar around Hermione's throat.

"Not yet!" Daphne snickered. She dragged Hermione into the great hall and with a wave of her wand, cords wrapped themselves around Hermione's wrists and ankles.

Continuing their walk, Daphne sat Hermione down in front of the high table. "Since you want us to see you naked so badly..." Daphne swished her wand through the air, and more cords wrapped their way around, beginning to pull Hermione's legs apart. Hemione tried to fight, but it was no use. Soon, her legs were spread open, clear for anyone who would enter the great hall to see.

Hermione's wrists were soon tied together and raised above her head, leaving her with no cover.

"Now..." Daphne began, yawning again, "you're going to stay put while we finish eating..."

She made her way back to the table as Hermione was now completely exposed in the great hall. The Slytherins were more awake now. They were talking in hushed voices, evidently not wanting Hermione to overhear them, but they occasionally looked over at Hermione and laughed.

Hermione couldn't help but get turned on at her exposure, but she had no way to relieve herself. With her hands above her head, she tried to move her bottom somewhat. It was dirty, but trying to rub her pussy on the floor was better than being aroused with no way to deal with it. But alas, Daphne had bound Hermione well, and she could barely move a centimeter in any direction.

Hermione could only get wetter and wetter as she waited for the Slytherins to let her go.

After about another hour of exposure, the Slytherins got up from the table. When they came over, Millicent raised her wand. "Calvorio!"

The stubble that had begun to grow north of Hermione's slit fell out, leaving her entirely bald again. But Millicent wasn't quite done. She repeated the hex, aiming it everywhere she could see on Hermione, except for her head.

Hermione felt slightly colder. Sure, she didn't have that much body hair before, but what little there was had evidently kept her warmer than she had thought...

"Now... I'm still studying the spell for your next task..." Millicent began.

"What spell is it?" Hermione asked. Trying to sound a little condescending and helpful at the same time, "I could help you."

"Shut it!", Millicent barked. "I'm working on the next task, and it should be ready on Friday! We'll discuss your options for it at lunch then!"

Milicent turned to walk away, clearly not wanting to answer any more questions about it.

Daphne waved her wand and released Hermione's binds. She fell on her back underneath the table and laid there for a minute, processing everything that happened while Pansy and Daphne followed Millicent out of the great hall.

Hermione was too aroused to think straight at this moment. She slightly repositioned herself so she could look up and see the sky above. It was a clear day with only a few scant clouds.

She masturbated, attempting to finish as quickly as she could, by using one hand to play with her pussy but the other was focused directly on her clitoris.

After a few minutes of pinching, pulling, playing, and moaning, Hermione came, squirting on the floor of the great hall. Grabbing a napkin from the lunch table, she wiped it up before leaving the great hall.

She decided to go straight to Dumbledore for advice. She knew that Peeves could be anywhere, and that meant that he could strip her right in the Slytherin common room!

As she went through the entrance hall, she saw that the clothes she had worn had already vanished, either by the Slytherins or by the house-elves. So there was no chance of her getting those back, even if she did get her wand.

As she approached the portrait, Dumbledore was already in there, waiting for her it seemed.

"So it seems you're having issues with a poltergeist?" Dumbledore asked, somewhat amused.

"How did you know?" Hermione responded in amazement. Even as a portrait, it seemed that Dumbledore knew pretty much everything that happened in this castle.

"This is hardly my only frame!" He chuckled. "I know you must be frightened about Peeves, but you really should not be."

"What?!" Hermione asked incredulously. "But he's so fast, he can fly anywhere, he could even get inside the common room, he could take every stitch I own and-"

"But he will not!" Dumbledore enunciated. "Peeves will follow the letter of his promise to Pansy, not the spirit!"

Hermione thought back. That did ring true, as that had been one of Peeves' favorite ways to antagonize Filch... she could still remember him taunting Filch during his search to catch her, Harry, Ron, and Neville out of bed. "NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn’t say nothing if you didn’t say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!"

"So... the promise was that Peeves would have to strip me..."

"Whenever he sees you wearing anything, and only then bring clothing as proof," Dumbledore concluded.

"Great... so I just have to get naked before he can see me.", Hermione grumbled.

"Not quite!" Dumbledore interjected. "You forget, that Peeves also enjoys sewing chaos above all else, so, depending on his fancy, he may choose to cover his eyes or, if he hears you, wilfully look the other way in time for you to either hide or undress. There may even be days where you don't see him at all!"

Hermione was still apprehensive about the whole situation. It was still easier to rationalize and reason as the Slytherins would. They were human and had human feelings towards her nudity. But Peeves...

"And after your spectacular victory in your quidditch game last night," Dumbledore went on, "I'm sure you realize that, if you find that you truly don't want him to strip you at a given moment, you'll find that he will not."

Hermione's train of thought stopped. "Wait... this enchantment of yours... How exactly does it work? It affects non-humans, too?"

Dumbledore looked upon Hermione's naked form as if x-raying her. Hermione was unsure why, since portraits could not perform legilimency. Could they?

"Alright." Dumbledore began. "The spell begins when a student consents to perform one of the House tasks. The moment you agreed to fetch a flower to enter Gryffindor Tower, the magical energies around Hogwarts shifted to protect you, as they would any other student who agrees to the task."

"But... I finished that task already!" Hermione interrupted. "How is it still working?!"

"It continues," Dumbledore pressed on, "because you consented to the Slytherins' plans that night."

Hermione thought back. "Get some rest! You're gonna need it!" That's what Pansy had said as she descended the stairs from the seventh-floor corridor.

"But... She didn't even say anything about the other tasks!"

Dumbledore smiled. "No, but she already had the seed of the idea in her head, and you had agreed that you would obey, not because of her ****, but deep down, you wanted to!"

That calmed Hermione's nerves somewhat. The naked girl had more questions about this enchantment, though. "But... How does it work? How is everything going right for me?"

Dumbledore smiled. "That," he began, "is perhaps one of my more brilliant inventions. I wouldn't dare to say it's as great as the magic the founders put on the castle, as I'm sure if Felix Felicis had existed in the founders' time, they would have studied it enough to make some similar enchantments themselves!"

Felix Felicis was a luck potion. Hermione recalled that its first documented use was back in the 16th century when a muggle-born had used it to be found by a wizarding family that was willing to take him in. But this was a potion, not a spell.

Before Hermione could question that further, however, Dumbledore continued. "Eggs of ashwinder and occamy, murtlap, squill bulbs... Even if you were to mix them perfectly, nothing would happen without the finishing incantation over the cauldron. It was that incantation I experimented with long before you came to Hogwarts. It took many tries, but I managed to bind that spell to both the ancient student traditions and to the magic around the school grounds itself. And so you are safe, as would be any student who performs one of the tasks.", he concluded.

Hermione then remembered when Pansy had changed her mind about taking the invisibility cloak for herself. "That night..." Hermione began. "When Pansy decided she'd make me go to Hogsmeade with her... Her eyes clouded over right before she changed her mind about taking the cloak and going by herself!"

"That's right!" Dumbledore praised. "And while I don't know what happened in Hogsmeade, you should know that you carried the spell with you that evening. It did not end just because you left the grounds. It will only cease protecting you when you either complete the tasks or surrender, declining to continue them."

Hermione was amazed. It seemed Dumbledore had thought of everything, even if she didn't want to ask how he did his experiments. She inadvertently smiled at this news.

"Now, I really ought to check on Professor McGonagall. She has been rather stressed these past few days due to that outbreak, but if you are still truly worried, you still have that admirable map and can track Peeves, wherever he is. Farewell, Hermione," Dumbledore stated before he stepped out of the portrait again.