Warming up in the Seemingly Empty North Tower

Hermione was not disappointed. The fire was still roaring, and was a great place to warm her body. As she exposed her backside to the fire, she looked out the window. The Wednesday sun was barely rising, but that damned poltergeist decided she needed to be awake anyway!

She looked around the room. Crystal balls were on the tables, likely to prepare for the third-years beginning to study those after the Easter holidays were over. The incenses and perfumes were not currently lit, so at least she was able to breathe clearer than she ever had in this room.

She glanced over at a nearby armchair and her arms shot up to cover her delicates. In the chair was Sybill Trelawney. But she wasn't moving. Hermione studied her further and saw that she was slumped, still ****, holding a half-drunk bottle of cooking sherry.

Hermione stepped closer to her, hands still covering her privates. She could smell the **** on Trelawney's breath.

Satisfied that Professor Trelawney wasn't going to wake up any time soon, Hermione turned back to the fire, sitting on the floor in front of it. She opened her legs wide, displaying her pussy to the blaze. The warmth was feeling really good...

Hermione started to rub her body to warm up faster, now that she was starting to dry out. As she rubbed, she began to feel her pussy quiver slightly. She reached down and, to her glee, it had recovered after her show at dinner the previous night.

She glanced back at Trelawney. Seeing that she was still asleep, Hermione began to play with herself. As she began to rub her clitoris, she reasoned that Pansy had said that they'd only make her do this when they undressed her. If she was already naked when they found her, they couldn't make her masturbate. And since she couldn't get any robes until after lunch...

That thought turned her on even more. She picked up the pace, moving her other hand over her petite breasts until at last, she squirted, her juices going into the fire with a hiss.

She took a moment to catch her breath. She noticed that her juices were sizzling in the fireplace. They were letting off a strange smell she was very much unused to.

Suddenly she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She turned around to see Trelawney standing over her, eyes rolled back.

"IT WILL HAPPEN 6 SOLAR CYCLES AFTER SPRING EQUINOX" Trelawney spoke loudly in a harsh voice, her body ridgid.

"P-professor!" Hermione exclaimed, "I can explain!"

But Trelawney wasn't listening.

"THE ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK ERASED THE TRADITIONS OF THE HOUSES, THE FREEDOM OF YOUNG WITCHES TO ROAM SKYCLAD. A CENTURY WITHOUT THE ANCIENT RITES THAT TEMPERED WITCHES IN THE FIRES OF HUMILIATION TO MAKE THEM STRONGER... THE ONE WHO SHALL PERFORM ALL TASKS TO REVIVE THEM HAS ALREADY BEGUN AND CANNOT STOP. SHE SHALL THWART RESTRICTIONS AND BRING DIGNITY TO ALL THROUGH LACK OF HER OWN, AND THE WITCHES OF HOGWARTS SHALL PERFORM THE CHALLENGES OF THEIR HOUSES ONCE MORE..."

Professor Trelawney began to sway. Holding onto Hermione's shoulder for support, she took a long swig from her bottle before finally looking down at Hermione. "Miss... Granger... why're you showing you're nethers?" She spluttered before falling onto the floor, drunk. She immediately began to snore.

Unnerved by what she had just heard, Hermione carefully got up. She was sufficiently warm and dry now, so she decided it was time to leave the tower. But she couldn't help but wonder what Trelawney had meant...