Unexpected savior

She was so close, maybe two more seconds of stimulation and Hermione would climax.
But Myrtle did again what she did before.
Somehow she froze her orgasm just before it could crash.
Which left her in a permanent close to release state.
Hermione tried to push herself over the edge, even when she knew it was pointless.
For a few more seconds she played with her clit.
Without a change.
She whimpered desperately and let her hand hang next to her body.
With her pussy still wet and throbbing.
Hermione tried to focus on her situation.
Which wasn't great.
After some weird bugs eat her cloak, she tries to hide in the Moaning Myrtle bathroom.
She managed to do so.
However, before she could ask Myrtle for help.
Her own arousal makes her act recklessly.
And now she was sitting in an open toilet stall, naked, and on the verge of orgasm she couldn't reache.
Her breathing slowly calmed down.
After a few minutes Hermione realized that the door to the bathroom was open.
And she was sitting there on display so anyone walking around could see her.
She stood up, and on wobbly legs walked to the door.
When she closed and locked them.
She leaned on the wooden door and started thinking.
Naked without a wand in the middle of the day.
And now her only help left her.
She could just wait for Myrtle to come back.
But the prospect of waiting in a flooded bathroom for who knows how long.
Wasn't exactly appealing.
“Come on, think, you are the brightest witch of your generation. “ Hermione scolded herself.

“Does Miss need help?”
A high pitched voice asked behind Hermione.
She turned around reflexively covering her bits.
But she saw noone.
Confused, she looked left and right, trying to pierce darkness in some corners with her eyes.
Still she couldn't see anyone.
Then something moved, on the edge of her vision.
She looked down and saw him.
A young house elf standing there.
His big eyes focused at her, probably waiting for her to answer him.
“Ah, sorry what?”
Hermione mumbled.
“Tobin asked if Miss needed help?”
“Yes, I need help. Can you bring me some clothes?"
“No.”
Hermione, shocked by his direct answer, almost dropped her hand covering her boobs.
“Why?”
Tobin tilted his head and said.
“House elves cannot move wizards' clothes.”
Hermione wanted to argue that they clearly can move the clothes. Because they handle washing them.
But Tobin continued.
“We can move clothes only between dormitories and the washing room.”
“Oh.”
Hermione realized she never thought about details of what house elf do and how it works.
Even in her S.P.E.W days.
Which makes her feel ashamed.
She tried to think of some solution while covering herself only with two hands.
Even when the house elf didn't seem to be bothered by her nakedness.
He looked at her with his big eyes and his expression was curious.
“Can you take me to the washing room?” Hermione asked with a hint of hope. She had an idea how to get some clothes.
“Tobin can.”
The house elf nodded and smiled when he saw his answer seemed to make her happy.
“Great, let's go.” Hermione offered him her hand.
Because of that she must uncover her boobs.
Tobin nodded and took her hand.
Hermione braced herself, apparition wasn't her favorite mode of transportation.
And she never did it naked.
She even closed her eyes and waited.
Then it happened.
But it feels diferent.
Instead of that restrictive feeling she was just pulled upfront.
“What?” Hermione opened her eyes, confused.
Instead of apparition, Tobin just pulled her to the door.
He was surprisingly strong.
“No, no.”
“Is something wrong?” Tobin asked and stopped pulling her.
But he still held her hand.
Because of his high, she was now forced to bend forward.
Her boobs hang freely almost right in front of his big eyes.
Hermione blushed, the whole situation started to have familiar effect on her.
And that frozen orgasm didn't help at all.
“I thought we would use apparition.” She said meakley.
“But witches can't apparit in the castle.” Tobin said as if he was lecturing her.
“Eh, I mean I know.” Hermione started explaining what she ment, “but you can. Can't you just take me with you.”
“Oh, I shouldn't.”
Hermione watched as he started to act very similarly as Dobby when he considered doing something against the rules.
In any other time she probably would take this opportunity to study a mannerism of house elf.
Now, she just wanted to quickly convince him to help her.
“Please,” Hermione pleaded, “No one will know about it.”
As if she would tell anyone about this. Well maybe she will tell Emily.
“I will do it.” Tobin said and before Hermione could react they both disappeared.

And almost instantly appeared in a big room filled with humid air steam and the sound of folding and unfolding fabric.
Hermione gasped and fell on her knees.
For a few seconds she had trouble breathing.
Elf apparition was different than when wizards do it.
Still on all four Hermione tried to calm herself and not vomit.
She didn't even want to know how she must look right now.
Naked on all four, her wett pussy still throbbing.
And before her stood a house elf.
It must look like some bizarre statue of a wizard submitting to an elf.
Before she could think about it more, Tobin whispered.
“Quick miss, we need to hide.”
Hermione managed to look at him.
His expression was pure fear.
“What?” She managed to ask but Tobin didn't answer.
Instead, he grabs her by the hair.
Which was probably the biggest shock for her.
These direct and dominating contact was absolutely against house elfs nature.
With his surprising strength he started to drag her somewhere.
She had no other choice just to follow him.
At least if she didn't want to have her hair torn off.
So Hermione submissively followed still on all four.
“Quick, inside,” he rushed her when he stopped in front of the wooden door and released her hair.
Hermione stood up and walked into the closet followed by Tobin.
They barely fit inside, Hermione even must stand on her tiptoes for Tobin to fit there with her.
It was a really awkward position, at least for her.
When the door closed, she could feel him standing almost between her legs.
His ears touched her crotch.
“Gods,” Hermione gasped when the soft ends of his ears glided directly over her clit.
She almost climaxed right in that moment. Unfortunately for her, Myrtle's trick still keeps her on the edge.
“Miss, be quiet or they will find us.” Tobin hissed and heust move his head.
Because Hermione again felt gentle touch over her clit.
Followed by another vawe of pleasure.
Hermione whimpered and bit her lip in attempt to stay quiet.
She heard footsteps behind the door, they sounded light.
Probably another house elfs she tought as she fighted the tingling in her crotch.