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Hermione went down the stairs and opened the great front doors of Hogwarts. As her eyes adjusted to the bright sun, she could make out the Slytherins were walking around the lake. This was fine by her, she could make her way to the Quidditch pitch without a problem.

She walked, the grass tickling her bare feet a little. It was nothing new, but something about the warm sunlight on her bare body was rather intoxicating... But she had a mission to complete.

After she picked up the broom in the general storage, she decided to do a quick test flight. She dared not go too high, lest those in the hospital wing see a naked witch flying on a broom, but she found that this broom wasn't as good as the one Daphne had let her use back when they had played Quidditch here that night...

Satisfied with the broom, Hermione was about to land again when she saw an owl fly from Hagrid's hut, carrying something.

She was conflicted. She hoped it was the letter to Ginny as she had written, but on the other... A shameful excitement arose at the thought of being a plaything and a pet.

She sprinted back to the castle, broom in hand, hoping that the Slytherins wouldn't notice she was outside as well. She felt the wind rushing over her body, her hair and petite breasts bouncing, the way her arse moved as she ran... It was enough to make her wet as she got into the castle.

To save time going up all the stairs, she hopped on the broom and flew her exposed self up to the third floor. Once there, she proceeded into the room where Fluffy, the massive three-headed dog, once lived. She made her way to the trapdoor. It was pitch dark.

"Lumos!" Amazingly, a light began to glow from Hermione's index finger. This was good enough for her, she supposed. She sat back onto the broom and began to fly down, down, down...

She decided to stop before she hit the floor, just in case. Devil's Snare was very dangerous to touch, so cleaning it all up without plainly incinerating the room was a difficult task. As she looked around, she didn't see any tendrils creeping across the floor. She knew the plant liked the dark and damp, and right now the perfect spot for that would be between her legs...

Satisfied that she would be safe, Hermione dismounted her broom and carried it the rest of the way.

Hermione continued down the passageway and found the brilliantly lit chamber. The lights made the sweat on her body and the juices running down her leg glisten. "Nox," she said, extinguishing the light from her finger with ease. Shockingly, the winged keys were still here, flapping away. The door may have been opened, but she remembered when she, Ron, and Harry had flown in this room to find the key that would get them through. She shuddered to think what they would say if they could see how she was dressed in this chamber.

Choosing not to think about that, Hermione made her way into the next room. Her feet slapped the marble tiles that made the chessboard flooring. The pieces were since gone... Though her last game of Wizard's Chess had ended disastrously, that did not stop memories of her first year from flooding back into her head once more. She remembered Ron sacrificing his own well-being just to keep the philosopher's stone safe... Would she tell Ron what happened here when it was done? Would he even want to be with her after all of this? Or, maybe for better or for worse, he'd want to play with her the same way the Slytherins had? Shameful excitement rose within her still.

She kept going and found, to her astonishment, that the bones of Quirrel's troll were still here, a bloodstain near the skull. She was awfully glad that she and Harry hadn't had to fight this when they were eleven, but now she couldn't help but think about what her creature night would have been like had she picked a troll...

Snape's bottles were in the next room, though the fires didn't ignite as they did last time she was here. Her mind suddenly turned to the present. Had the Slytherins managed to convince Malfoy to give them polyjuice potion? If he didn't, would the spell of protection break and, if so, would those in the hospital wing recover early, resulting in her being caught in her predicament?

These thoughts whirled around her head until she found it. The final, round chamber, in the center of which was the Mirror of Erised. The stone floor was cold, with nobody having been down here in years. The magical torches, thank goodness, were still lit. This would make her job easier.

Tentatively, Hermione walked down the steps toward the mirror. She was hoping that when she looked into it, she'd see herself, fully clothed, no collar, perhaps with her friends and family.