Alright at first

At half-past nine, Hermione picked up her bag and tucked her wand away inside. She'd have to be extremely careful... If the Shrieking Shack counted as Hogwarts grounds, then it was likely she wouldn't be able to disapparate from the inside. She'd have to sneak just off the property into the village, completely nude. And this time, she didn't have an invisibility cloak.

She briefly considered putting on shoes and socks... If she put them on, the Slytherins would know and would look for her to take them away. If she wanted to make sure they didn't pull anything when term was set to start, she'd be better off wearing nothing but the collar the Slytherins locked on her.

Hermione took a deep breath as she crept out of the portrait. The Fat Lady wasn't in the portrait as she stepped outside. At least she wouldn't have to deal with catcalling again as she made her way down the stairs.

Perhaps it was her imagination, but she was feeling frightened. She wouldn't have the protections the castle offered her if she stepped off the grounds. If she turned back, she could remain safe. But... If she did that, she'd have to remain unclothed, unable to hide her lewd form to any of the castle residents, and perhaps even the Wizarding World as a whole. She shuddered to think about the article Rita Skeeter might pen if she knew what was going on.

Her determination to regain dignity gave her courage as she walked out the great front doors and made her way to the Whomping Willow...

With a swish and flick of her finger, she was able to wandlessly move the branch she had hidden to the stump before she hid it again in the bushes. She crawled through the tunnel, shaking the whole way. It was rather cold tonight...

Once on the other side of the tunnel, Hermione went to the fireplace and blasted it open as Pansy had done. She, however, didn't want to risk anyone finding the hole left. With a simple incantation, "Reparo!", the hole was fixed. Hermione turned tip-toed around the side of the shack and peeked around the wall. She could see the lights of Hogsmeade. How far would be safe enough for her to disapparate without being seen?

Hermione quickly moved as silently as she could to the brush on the side of the path up to the shack then she dropped onto her belly. If she crawled and stayed low in the brush, it was possible that nobody would be able to see her. It was slow, but it was at least safe. She followed the path of foliage down and around the outskirts of the village. She could hear witches and wizards in the distance, talking and laughing.

Her mind briefly flashed with a scene where she was in The Three Broomsticks as entertainment, her naked body fully on display. Witches laughing at her naked body and the men catcalling her as she brought herself to orgasm...

Hermione shook her head. "No," she thought to herself. "I need to be focused!"

Once she was near the Hog's Head, the inn run by Aberforth Dumbledore, Hermione thought it would be safe to disapparate. She knew that apparition was a tricky bit of magic that could end in serious injury if done incorrectly. Seeing as she didn't want to risk getting splinched, she pulled her wand out of her bag and turned on the spot.

After the familiar, extremely uncomfortable feeling of being squeezed through a tube, Hermione found herself in the trees outside Ottery St. Catchpole. She dashed through them, naked as she was, towards the Burrow, where she was set to meet Ginny...