Waking up late, then having a little fun!

Hermione woke up in the early afternoon, the spring sun warming her face, the silver collar around her neck glinting. She remembered the events of the previous night, how even though she had been completely naked under the moonlight for so long, she managed to one-up the Slytherins, and a smile spread across her face.

She knew the Slytherins would want to humiliate her after that, though. They'd want to knock her down a peg or two.

Hermione thought hard... She didn't want to lose the last robe she owned quite yet, but she had an idea. She removed her robe and stuffed it into her trunk. Standing there naked, she began to rummage through her bag to grab one of the robes from inside, as well as a set of underwear, her own for now, a pink bra and blue panties.

If she was barefoot, they might not ask her to prove she only had the robe on immediately. But when they did... Wherever she was, they'd strip her completely naked again!

Once she was suitably dressed, she left her wand at her bedside and climbed through the portrait hole. The Fat Lady hadn't been in the portrait, so she hadn't been there to pester Hermione for the latest gossip about her nudity.

As she made her way down to the great hall, Hermione began to think. The Slytherins' rings would have told them that she had either put on or taken off 4 articles of clothing, so she knew that they'd be expecting something. But she knew that when they asked to check, she'd try to run for it this time, just to see what they'd do. They couldn't do anything she wouldn't consent to, deep down. Even the quidditch match had somehow been fair for all parties, even with her scraping the win.

As she arrived at the great hall, she saw that nobody else was there yet, but she knew they'd be looking for her. She sat at the table and began to load her plate with crisps and sandwiches. She poured herself a rather tall glass of pumpkin juice, since she was extremely parched.

After a short while, the Slytherins sauntered in, looking as if they had only just woken up themselves. They barely acknowledged that Hermione was there as they poured themselves some strong tea to wake themselves up.

Hermione waited for half an hour for one of them to say something, but they just ate in silence, looking somewhat downcast. "Is... Is everything alright?" Hermione asked, genuinely concerned.

"We spent another hour last night putting everything back where it was at the quidditch pitch..." Millicent moaned.

"Yeah, so shut your mouth, mudblood, before we jinx it shut." Pansy said.

Daphne said nothing. She was halfway to falling asleep at the table.

"Well, this is actually a little disappointing," Hermione thought to herself. But she had other ways of ending up naked on the school grounds, even if the Slytherins didn't want to do the job.

Somewhat disheartened, Hermione left the Great Hall. She decided against walking outside, since if she 'lost' her robes out there, Gilpy might not be able to find it. She figured that she may as well go to the transfiguration classroom to see about getting the supplies needed to alter her old robes.

Not two steps were taken in that direction when an annoying, sing-song voice came from behind.

"Why if it isn't Mangey Grange-y!" Why you lookin' so glum?"

Hermione spun around to see Peeves the Poltergeist floating above her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that this had Pansy's attention somewhat.

"I... I'm just tired, Peeves." The Slytherins were a known quantity, but Peeves was an agent of absolute chaos, a host unto himself. Hermione was unsure if she wanted him involved in her predicament.

"Aw... Mangey Grange-y is a down little deerie! But Peeves knows what will make her feel better!" He reached his hand behind his back.

Hermione was getting worried. "N-no, Peeves, you really don't have to-"

Peeves pulled out a paper crown. A messy scrawl on the front read 'Cleverest Bitch of her Age'

"A new hat always wipes away the old doldrums!" Peeves chuckled.

Hermione turned to run before Peeves could put it on her head, but he was too quick. He swooped over and plopped it on her head, laughing hysterically.

"Granger!" Pansy's voice came from the doorway of the great hall. You leave our sight for two minutes and you're already breaking the rules?"

"Rulsies?" Peeves stopped. "What rules are there against hats!"

Pansy turned to Peeves. "Hermione promised us..." She began, much to Hermione's dismay, "that for the rest of the break, she'd wear her robes, and only her robes. And now here she is, wearing something else!"

"For shame, Grange-y!", Peeves tutted, "For shame!"

Pansy got a wicked grin. "But Peeves, I keep my promises... " reached into her bag as the other Slytherin girls caught up to her. "If you strip Hermione naked right now, while none of the staff are here to see it, I'll give you this!" Pansy pulled a wrapped dungbomb from her bag. "Straight from that Weasely joke shop!"

Peeves saluted, something Hermione had only seen him do when Fred and George had made their grand exit from the castle.

She immediately broke into a sprint, but she hadn't even made it out of the entrance hall when Peeves caught her. He lifted the shoulders of her robes up and hung them, with her inside, on the raised sword of a suit of armor 4 meters above the floor!

From nowhere, Peeves pulled out a long feather. "Goochy goochy goo!" he shouted, as he went to her feet, tickling them.

Hermione was losing control. Her arms slipped from the sleeves, making her fall to the floor in just her underwear.

"Hang on..." Millicent began to catch on. "She had those on the whole time?!"

"It's like she wanted to get stripped!" Daphne guffawed.

Peeves decided to finish the job. With a quick zoom past her, he practically tore the bra right off her. "Ooh! Mangey-Grange-y has itty bitty, teensie, tiny, titties!", he called out as he hung her bra up on the wall, far out of her wandless reach.

He raised Hermione into the air, but this time he set the waistband of her panties around two crossed swords above the door and left her there to hang for a little.

"I suppose you've earned your reward, Peeves..." Pansy held the dungbomb out. Peeves swooped and pocketed it.

As he was beginning to fly away, cackling, Pansy had an idea. "Oh Peeves? One quick word?"

Peeves swooped back to hear Pansy out. "It seems our friend Hermione knew that if she was caught wearing that underwear, she'd be stripped... So I think she should get to enjoy that experience everyday, even if we," she motioned to Daphne and Millicent, "don't do it!"

Hermione's eyes widened. "No! Please!" She begged, hanging on by thin elastic.

"So," Pansy continued. "If you promise to help us strip her whenever you see her wearing anything, and bring her clothes as proof, I promise that I'll have an entire case of dungbombs ready for you when term starts up!"

This almost seemed like too much for Hermione. "No!" she, wriggling. But it was too much for her panties to handle. A ripping sound echoed through the hall as Hermione fell to the floor, quickly followed by her thud and grunt of pain, as she was once again flat on her stomach.

She looked up just in time to see Peeves and Pansy shaking hands. Before she could get up, Peeves dove behind her and gave a loud raspberry through her arse cheeks, much to the laughter of the Slytherins as he flew away up the corridors.

"Well, Granger." Hermione turned her head to see Pansy looking down on her. "I hope you enjoy getting stripped bare whenever Peeves sees fit"