Revers scavenger hunt part.2

Two days passed since Hermione got her newest assignment.
Today was the day she decided to do it.
She wanted to start in the evening, to minimize the amount of students in the castle halls.
She was currently laying on the bed. Preparing.

Clothes she will be weating, lays on end of her bed.
Simple skirt, blouse, cloak and underwear. All in Gryffindor collors.
Because she stopped wearing underwear weaks ago. She just transfigured on of her older blouse and shirt into a panties and bra.
It wasn't most comfortable underwear to wear, but she was certain she wouldn't wearing it too long.
First thing she needed to do was to insert a buttplug.
Which will be vibrating in random intervals, telling her when to take off pieces of her clothing.
Hermione took the box with a plug, and felt the plugs vibrations trought the box.
As if the plug cannot wait to be used.
The book got her more information about it.
Apparently it was self lubricating, and had two vibration settings. Weak, which she could feel right now.
And the second one, strong.
Which will be her que for the assignment.
When she opened the box, vibrations stopped.
Gemstone on the end of the plug, shined under the lamp's light.
Hermione kneeled on the bed, and lays her head on a cushion.
In this position her bottom was sticking high.
With one hand she took the plug, as she moved her hand closer to her pink asshole.
She remembered how Madame Pomfrey put the thermometer in there.
She hoped this would be similar.
Even if the plug was thicker than the thermometer.
She slowly moved the plug closer and closer until the tip of it touched wrinkled skin around her hole.
Cold and sticky sensation makes her tremble.
Hermione took a deep breath and carefully pushed the plug in.
She felt as it stretched her hole, through discomfort she continued pushing.
It continued to stretch her, even when the plug wasn't big. She felt as if it was going to tear her apart.
Hermione whimpered and pushed deeper.
Suddenly, it was inside.
Her asshole closed around the thin side of the plug, holding it securely.
And then it started vibrating, a weak vibration filled her inside.
She gasped as the strange feeling started to reach her already wet pussy.
Even if she was not stimulated directly, echoes of vibrations still had some effect.
It was like itch she couldn't scratch.
Bud in good way.
She moved her hand to her pussy and gently tuched herself.
“Mmmm” whimper escaped her lips.
Just the touch combined with the vibrations makes her feel incredible.
She thanked gods it was a buttplug not a vibrator.
If that was the case, she wouldn't be capable of going anywhere.
The direct simulations would surely send her to the haven of blissful orgasm.
She enjoyed the strange sensation for a few seconds.
When the vibration ended, she straightened up and looked behind her.
In a big mirror on the end of the bed. She could see her naked back and butt.
And between her buttcheeks, shiny gemstone.
It looked nice.
Hemrione started putting the clothes on. First the panties, it was several weeks since she stopped wearing them.
And now they felt itchy and rough, however she would wear them probably only for a few hours.
When she was done, it dawned on her that this was the most clothes she was wearing in a long time.

She didn't have a exact plan where to go, so she decided to go into the library.
When Hermione opened the painting covering the entrance into the Gryffindor common room.
She met eye to eye with Nevill.
“Hermione, hi”
“Nevill, sorry I don't have time right noooow.”
Her answer was interrupted by vibrations inside her.
The buttplug started vibrating on a low setting.
Which caught her off guard.
She showed Nevill inside and closed the portrait in front of his surprised face.
Hermione leaned over the portrait, trying to adjust to what was happening inside her.
“Can you move?” Voice interrupted her moment “you are blocking the entrance.”
Fat lady said, looking at Hermione with a disapproving look.
Hermione takes a few wobbly steps away from the painting.
“Sorry” was all she was capable of saying right now.
On her wobbly feet she started to walk away.
When she reached the end of the corridor and turned over the corner.
Strong vibration almost knocked her over.
“Gods” Hermione gasped when she received the first signal to take some of her clothes off.
She decided beforehand in which order she would do this.
So after the vibration ended and the plug got her time to collect herself.
She quickly took her shoes off, and looked around for a place to hide them.
Stone bench in front of one classroom was as good place as any.
From there she continued walking. With no exact destination on her mind.
She just wanted to walk aimlessly and wait for the next vibration.
Which, she wished to come as soon as possible.
Hemrione wanted to take off her socks.
Walking in them on stone castle floors was a strange feeling.
She wanted to be barefoot again, but the plug was quiet.
For now.
Strong vibration startled her after a few minutes.
As she was roaming through a castle.
When the vibration hit her insides, she was walking around the great Hall.
She quickly took socks off and hid them behind one of the stone columns.
Then she continued her walk.
Barefoot again she started to feel more free.
Next signal hit her when she was walking around the stairs into the dungeons.
She looked into the dark tunnel leading down, and immediately took her skirt off. Quickly throwing her into the darkness.
“Hey,” a voice sounded from the dungeons. “Lumos”
Hermione froze listening.
“A skirt?” someone said suprasing. “Peeves it's that you? Is this supposed to be a joke”
Hermione watched as the dark in the staircase tunel started to wanishing. Replaced by light.
Someone was walking up the stairs.
Before she could react, a Hufflepuff student appeared before her.
The boy was holding her skirt.
“OH,” he stopped when she saw her.
“Hi, didn't you see Peeves here? He is throwing clothes on people.”
Hermione shakes her head.
“I just came here, didn't see anyone.”
The boy nodded, still holding her skirt.
“Are you ok?” He asked.
Right at the moment when the plug in Hermione's butt started weakly vibrating again.
“Ah, yeah I am ok, “ she gasped, “I need to go.”
With that she started walking, trying to act as normal as possible.
When she disappeared in the next corridor, she exhaled.
That was close.
Now with only four items, she continued her walk.
When she was in the middle of, one of the Hogwarts gallery corridors.
Strong vibration shaked her.
“Not here,” she whimpered.
All around her were paintings. Mostly portraits.
She couldn't take off anything here.
But she has ****.
Hermione quickly took her hands from the sleeves of her cloak.
So she could take her panties off, without opening or taking the cloak off.
“Are you alright my lady?” Asked one of the paintings.
Old wizard was looking at her with concern.
“I am alright, thanks for asking,” Hermione said.
As she loverd her penties under her cloak.
She can't take them all the way down, when she was standing where she was.
So she started slowly walking to the end of the corridor.
As she moved she could feel the penties moving with each step lower and lower.
As she was moving closer to the end of the gallery hall.
The Penties continued their descent.
Hermione felt them around her knees. Just a few more meters and it will be done.
When she made her last step from the gallery, her penties felt around her ankles.
Shocked gasp from behind her, told her that some of the portraits saw what happened.
She quickly steps from them and runs, leaving her penties on the floor.
With her bottom covered only with the cloak Hermione started to feel excited.
She wished that the plug would give her command to strip remaining clothes asap.
But it wasn't that fast.
Another buzz she get, when she goes around the trophy room.
It was time to take off her blouse. Again she took her hands from the sleeves of the cloak.
Then she does the same with her blouse.
When she finally had it off, she looked around for a place to hide it.
Then she noticed one of the trophies. Big golden cup.
Hermione roled her blouse into a ball, then she throw it, like basketball.
And she scored.
"Ten points to Gryffindor, " she said to herself when saw how her blouse disappeared into that cup.
From there she continued into the main staircase.
She managed to ascend to the highest level when she felt a strong vibration.
With a familiar move, she took her bra off under her cloak and then she throw it over the railing.
Hermione watched as her bra falling down was catched by a safety spell.
After that it slowly descended to the ground like a feather.
Some students even try to jump from higher level to test it.
She read in the history of Hogwarts that some students used this spell as shortcuts.
But then they were changed so if someone jumped willingly they would stop a few meters abou ground and stay there, until some Staff member would release them.
“Look a bra?” Someone said from a lower level. It was girls voice.
Hermione looked over a railing but didn't see her.
“It has Gryffindor colors,” added the second girl.
“Maybee Peeves stole it.” the first girl said.
“Or som Gryffindor slut throw it. They all act high and mighty, but they are all filthy sluts.” Said second girl.
"Maybee it's belongs to a Granger, did you see what she started to wear recently." First girl asked
"Yeah as true mudblood slut." Answered second girl.
Even when Hermione didn't see them, she was sure who they were, only one house had this opinion about Gryffindor.
Slytherin.
Hermione decided to not wait for them to start looking who threw that bra, and left the main staircase.
With the last pieces of clothing she continued her stroll.
It felt amazing, she didn't even look where she was going when suddenly she stopped in front of Myrtle's bathroom.
Hermione took it as a sign..
She opened the bathroom door and walked in.
“Myrtle?” Hermione called when she didn't see her.
When the ghost didn't appear.
Hermione started walking to the last cabin.
Hermione taught what to do, she could level and continued her stroll. Or she could stay and do what she came here to do. Pun intended.
Over the last few weeks, she started to enjoy masturbating in public.
More precisely, in Myrtle's bathroom.
Which was public, but because of Myrtle, few students used it.
So she started to visit regularly.
And somehow it happened that Moaning Myrtle became her companion on these occasions.
“You are back.” Myrtle's voice interrupted Hermione's thoughts.
Hermione turned around and there she was.
Moaning Myrtle floating above ground.
Hermione nodded.
“Toilets don't work.” Started Myrtle their little game.
“I don't looking for toilets.” Answered Hermione.
“What are you looking for?” asked Myrtle and floated closer to Hermione.
“ You. I have a gift for you.” Hermione said with a smile and blushed.
“A gift? What is it?,” asked Myrtle with a surprised expression.
“It's me,” said Hermione and opened her cloak.
Revealing her naked body to Moaning Myrtle.
Myrtle smiled, “Let's go.”
Hermione nodded and walked into the last cubicle.
Followed by Myrtle.
When Hermione opende the door instead of the toilet, there was a comfortable armchair.
Hermione sat into it as many times before.
Myrtle watched from the door, as Hermione put her legs over the armrest.
“Wait, what is this?” suddenly asked Myrtle when she noticed shiny gemstone sticking from Hermione's butt.
Hermione blushed even more and explained what it is, and what she is doing.
Myrtle noded “You are one kinky witch, I think I need to punish you. But now its time to start.”
Hermione without a word started to play with her neddy and wet pussy.
After the evening she experienced, she needed it so much.
Myrtle closely watched as her naked friend started to play with herself.
And since Hermione was focusing on her lower parts. Myrtle focused on Hermione's boobs.
Which right now started to move up and down as Hermione started to breathe heavily.
Even when Myrtle as a ghost can't touch anyone.
Her mere presence has some impact.
Mostly cold chill.
When she reached with her hand and lowered it over Hermione's left boob.
She could see a goosebump appear on naked skin.
“Mmmm” Hermione moaned when a chill covered her hot upper body.
That difference between her warm lower parts and cold upper parts, was really nice.
Myrtle started moving her hand lower. Gliding with her habd centimeter abou Hermione's skin.
Goosebump started to appear in areas over which Myrtle moved with her hand.
Hermione enjoyed this new sensation and furiously fingered herself.
Moans, this time not from the dead girl, started filling the empty bathroom.
When Myrtle approached Hemrione belly, she watched amazed as goosebump started to appear on Hermione's lady parts.
“Gods, that's amazing” gasped Hermione and massaged her lower lips.
“Tell me, when you will be on edge.” Myrtle said.
Hermione moaned instead of answering. And continued pleasuring herself, she felt that she was close.
“I am..,” the naked witch whimpered.
“STOP, hands behind your head.” commanded Myrtle with uncharacteristic authority.
Hermione, surprised with it, immediately stopped and obeyed.
Looking at Myrtle with questions in her eyes.
Myrtle looked over Hermione, with sweat and goosebump covered skin, blush on her cheeks and hands behind her head.
She looked sexy as hell. **** and submissive.
Myrtle was almost sorry for what she was going to do.
Hermione watched as Myrtle lowered her head into Hermione's lap.
She felt a cold presence on her lady parts, which were swollen and wet from previous masturbation.
It was a nice feeling, if Myrtle could touch her.
One kiss in that wet place would be enough to push Hermione over the edge, into an orgasm.
And that was exactly what Myrtle did.
She lowered her head as close to Hermione's belly as possible, and then she planted a gentle kiss on the flat belly.
Hermione whimpered when she felt a cold embrace on her inside. It was as if her insides froze.
Even her pussy felt as if it was lowered into freezing water, then she felt numb.
“What, what did you do?” Hemrione asked with a hint of fear in her voice.
“I froze your orgasm.” Myrtle said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Hermione realized she was still aroused, she was on the edge when Myrtle stopped her.
One touch and she will climax.
Hermione immediately put her hand into her lap and continued massaging her clit.
But it wasn't working. She didn't even feel her own pussy, as if she wasn't there.
It was like when you don't wear gloves in winter and your hands go numb from the cold. So you don't feel them.
“Myrtle, I can't finish,” Hermione said with fear and shock in her voice.
“I know,” Myrtle said with a big smile. “As I said, kinky witches who run around almost naked, with plugs in thier lovely butts. Need to be punished.”
Hermione put her legs close to her chest and hugged her knees.
“How, how long?” She asked submissively.
“OH, don't worry. It's not permanent.” Explained Myrtle. “It will fade after an hour, or day or month.” she added.
“So I can be in this aroused state month?” Hermione asked, and started to play with her pussy without even realizing it.
As if her subconscious wanted to finish, but body won't listen.
“I think you will enjoy it, but now you should continue your adventure.”
Hermione without a word stands from the armchair, on her wobbly legs, hand stil in her crotch.
When she approached the door, it happened.
The buttplug gave her the last signal. Strong vibration caught her off guard. She stumbled.
“What happened?” Myrtle asked with concern.
“The plug, last signal.” Hermione managed to say.
With her back still facing Myrtle, she take her cloak from her shoulders and let it fall onto the floor.
Revealing her shoulders, back and her buttcheeks to her. Myrtle smiled and Hermione without a word, leaves the bathroom.