To the great hall

Hermione decided it would be better to be early to dinner than late, so she walked down the many flights of stairs to the great hall.

She still wasn't quite used to how quiet the castle was without the other students, ghosts, and paintings. Perhaps it was this silence, however, that was getting her used to walking naked through the corridors.

Being accustomed to it did nothing to stop how turned on it made her, though. As she walked through castle, she started to imagine if everyone was back... Ghosts, including Myrtle, snickering at her lewd form as she felt the carpet on her bare feet... Portraits moving between frames to keep watching her as her bare arse bounced with every step... Students, both pointing and laughing and hiding their own arousal from her form as her breasts jiggled in the torchlight...

By the time she made it to the great hall, Hermione was filled with naughty thoughts. She made her way to the high table and sat on top of it. She spread her legs open and began to picture it... The great hall filled for a feast, her completely on display for the entire school... She closed her eyes began to touch herself as she imagined McGonagall explaining to everyone how Hermione had chosen this demeaning life, that she threw away her education, just to be the scarlet woman they saw before her.

She could practically hear the Slytherin girls giggling at this, as she pictured McGonagall saying how Hermione was now little more than a pet for these Slytherins, and that no one should treat Hermione as a human anymore, as per her wishes.

The laughter grew louder and louder as she picked up the pace. Hermione let out a great moan, curling her toes, as she finally orgasmed. It was only when she came and opened her eyes again, breathing heavily, that she saw she hadn't imagined the laughter.

The Slytherins were in the great hall, watching.

"Seems you really like being seen naked, don't you?" Daphne giggled. Hermione blushed and quickly moved her hands to cover herself.

"Well, Granger," Pansy started. "If being dressed as you are with us turns you on so much, I think you ought to do this for us every day!"

"W-why would I do that?" Hermione stammered. "It's not like you have the photos of me anymore!"

Daphne smirked. "Nothing, other than the fact that you want to do it."

"I don't!" Hermione lied.

"If you don't, then why do you get so wet whenever we're around you when you're like this?" Millicent asked.

"Face it, Granger!" Pansy interjected. "You say no all you want, but even when we're not here making you do it, you can't help but touch yourself at the thought of this!"

Hermione looked down in shame. It was true, but she didn't want to get used to it... If her fantasy did come true, it would come at the cost of far too much...

"Alright, Granger, come on!" Daphne had stepped forward to help Hermione off the table. "Let's get you fed and watered!" She led Hermione to the table, holding her arse the entire way.

After that, dinner was rather uneventful. Hermione was relieved that Daphne spent more time talking with her friends than trying to peer into her own head. She didn't want Daphne knowing what Hermione would be doing tonight, nor about the struggle inside her between wanting to return to normalcy and wanting this to continue...

Once they had finished eating, the Slytherins made their way to the dungeons. Hermione, in turn, went up to Gryffindor Tower, to plan for tonight...