Yes, but she wasn't alone

Hermione made her way to the portrait hole. But she heard the Fat Lady talking to someone. She peeked around the corner and saw nobody was in the corridor, yet she was hearing another voice as well.

Covering her pussy with her essay and praying that she wouldn't get it wet, she made her way to the portrait.

"Good lord!", exclaimed the second voice. Hermione, at last, saw another witch in the painting, who had evidently been surprised at Hermione's state of undress.

"What did I tell you, Vi? This one really enjoys it!" The Fat Lady winked at Hermione.

"Abstinence!" Hermione spoke the password, hoping to end this conversation early.

"Hardly!" The witch named Violet laughed. "You're practically itching to play like this!"

"Please..." Hermione begged. "Keep quiet! I don't want anyone else to see me!"

"Oh, fine... It's not like there's room for more than two in here, anyway." Violet conceded. "Besides, everyone is in Filch's office, bored out of their minds! Sir Cadogan is annoying everyone, and this is wonderful entertainment!"

"But... what's stopping them from coming to see me like this after you leave?"

The Fat Lady had a sudden idea. "How about..." She started. "I'll promise to only have myself and Vi in this portrait. But in exchange..."

Hermione groaned. Every time someone made a deal with her these past couple of days, it had gone horribly wrong for her.

"Every time you turn up here dressed like this, you don't speak the password. You have to spread your flower for me to enter!"

Hermione didn't want to have to wait. "Fine, fine, I accept. Now can you please open."

"You know your personal new password!" The Fat Lady giggled, Violet evidently enjoying this as well.

Hermione signed, sat on the floor, and opened her legs. "Is that fine?"

"Almost," The Fat Lady observed. "Now, open your flower for us!"

Reluctantly, Hermione moved her fingers down to her bald pussy and spread it wide open. The cool air of the castle made a shiver run through her, as her pink vulva was completely on display for the two portraits. She hoped they wouldn't notice how damp she was.

"That's better!" The Fat Lady declared, opening to reveal the portrait hole. As Hermione picked up her essay and climbed through, she could hear the two laughing hysterically.

She went up to her bedroom and put her essay with the rest of her homework. "Well, at least I'm halfway through now..." She said to herself.

She opened her trunk to get a good assessment of what clothes she had left... one more Gryffindor robe of her size, three that were too small, her dressing gown, a set of Muggle clothing, 6 more pairs of underwear, 6 more pairs of socks, and her shoes.

Hermione bit her lip. She had one more robe to lose. Hermione laid on her bed, naked. She didn't want to lose the last piece of clothing in her size that the Slytherins would let her wear, and yet... She thought back to when her clothes were ripped right off of her in the entrance hall and when they were tugged off of her in the owlery.

She felt herself getting wet again. She had to admit that she enjoyed getting stripped in public... But she needed to keep this robe. At least, for now... She began to drift into a late Sunday nap. Maybe when there were fewer days of the Easter break left, she could risk being naked everywhere until term began again.

And with that naughty thought, she fell asleep.