Return to the robe alterations

Hermione decided that she might think more clearly if she was doing some menial work at the same time.

She got up from the table and began to make her way to Gryffindor Tower. Along the way, however, she ran into trouble.

"Mangey Grange-y!" Peeves wooshed into view.

This was less than good! If Peeves decided to strip her, she'd already be down another robe today. "H-hello Peeves," She stammered.

"Is Grangey being a good little girl?"

Hermione swallowed. "I- yes. Peeves. I am following my uniform code." She didn't to say the words aloud, not to him, anyway.

He got a naughty grin as he flew beneath her. "Let's see!"

At once, Peeves wooshed around Hermione at a fast speed, causing a small whirlwind around her. The hem of her robe fluttered up little by little until her pussy and the lower part of her breasts were on display!

Peeves cackled. "Yippee! Mangey Grange-y is doing as she's been told! What a good little slag!"

Hermione flattened her robes and blushed. "Well, if that's all, Peeves... May I go on?"

"Not so fast, Grange-y!" Peeves' wicked smile grew wider. "Peeves thinks Grange-y might be more comfortable without her uniform!"

Hermione's eyes grew wide. She immediately started to run up the stairs, but it was no use. Peeves came up from behind her and grabbed under her arms.

Hermione was lifted high into the air to a hook that once held a large painting. Peeves set Hermione's robe to hang on it, with her inside! She slipped slightly as she awkwardly hung there. the shoulders raised above her head and the hem of the robes coming up to just above her knees. She looked down to see she was about 10 feet from the ground. Peeves had procured a large cushion. He smacked Hermione across the face with it to show that it was plush with nothing dangerous inside as he laid it underneath her.

"Grange-y will be free when she chooses to be!" Peeves snickered, before flying off again.

Hermione weighed her options... The only way she could get down with her dignity intact was for someone to magic her down, and the only ones who might do that were McGonagall and the house-elves, and all of them were busy. She let out a sigh. There was nothing for it.

She raised her arms, letting them slip from the sleeves as she fell down onto the cushion, arse first. When she landed, her legs were splayed wide open to the window. After getting up, she tried to jump to grab the robe, but no matter how high she jumped, she couldn't quite reach. Even if she grabbed a chair, she knew that she would likely only be able to pull them down.

She decided she'd just return to the Gryffindor common room... She began to curse internally when she realized that, if she did run back in a fresh robe, this one would be gone by then, either by Peeves taking it to the Slytherins or by Gilpy doing his job. She was now down from 10 borrowed robes to 9.

After flashing her intimates to a giggling Fat Lady, she grabbed her things from the common room table and went upstairs to alter the robes some more.

It was still just as tedious, but at least it gave her time to think.

To give the Slytherins as little time as possible to strip her before seeing McGonagall, she would wear just her robe to her office while carrying shoes, socks, and underwear. She'd then dress right outside the office door and knock to go inside. If she was lucky, she would be inside before she'd be **** to be naked again. Getting back to the dorm was another story, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

By 11:30, Hermione had managed to get the sleeves of this robe to be their proper length. She looked at the clock. She'd have to finish the bottom of the robe later.

For now, she put on the last fitting robe of her own (McGonagall was sharp and might notice if Hermoine was wearing someone else's robes), grabbed her shoes, some socks with stripes of the Gryffindor colors, and some similarly colored underwear.

"You're carrying more clothes with you?" The Fat Lady asked while Hermione walked towards the headmistress's office. "Not a bad idea! You might be able to come back decent!", she chortled as Hermione turned the corner around the corridor.