A Daring Plan

Hermione read through the final chapter of her essay. She still had two minutes of exam time to go, but she felt she had written pretty comprehensively about the whole subject. She had even added in how the rebel goblin groups would **** witches by securing them naked in a pillory and spanking them in public for days on end. What goblins lacked in magic, they more than made up for with creativity and guile. The thought did remind her to ask permission for the restricted section some time this week; there was so much more to learn about the goblin rebellions, and maybe a few things she could practice on Umbridge.

"That is time." Said the examiner. "I will collect your papers, please make sure they are named properly."

Some students looked more relaxed than others, but there was still a certain sense of relief emanating from the students; their last exam was finished and they were free. Most of them would go home within a week, but many would remain behind to enjoy the grounds and the naked witches, without the pressure of school work.

She joined up with Ron as she left the room.

"How'd you find it?" She asked brightly.

"I'd rather not talk about it. It's done and this won't change anything." He looked glum.

"If you insist." Replied Hermione, sympathetically. "Hey! I know what will cheer you up." Without warning, she stretched her hands behind her head and bent backward elegantly into a bridge position.

"What? Hermione How do you do that? It's... wow." Ron trailed off, staring in between Hermione's widespread legs.

A few people gathered around to enjoy the show, every few seconds someone yelled a request for a new position, somehow each was more bold and exposing than the last. The looks of lust in the wizard's eyes and the admiration on the faces of so many of the witches caused a heat to slowly build in Hermione's cunt. Feeling flushed, Hermione stood up before she got too excited and walked away with Ron, ignoring the playful protests from a few Hufflepuff wizards. They wouldn't be disappointed for long, at least five other witches including Ginny and Luna had followed Hermione's example and begun presenting themselves in the hallway, bending and twisting to give everyone a clear view of their perky tits, round bottoms and shaven pussies.

"Well that made me feel better." Ron said gratefully, "It's a pity harry missed it, I haven't seen him, do you know where he is?"

"Harry's not here? That's odd." Hermione responded, surprised.

As if on cue Harry came pelting around the corner almost colliding with them.

"Harry what's wrong? You're white as a sheet!"

"I saw Sirius in the ministry of magic, department of mysteries."

Both Hermione and Ron were to shocked to reply so Harry continued.

"We need to help him."

"How?" Hermione asked incredulously. "Even if you're right, he's in London and in the deepest, darkest, most secure part of the ministry of magic, what do expect to do?"

"I'll talk to the Order, they can help."

"You can't possibly mean...?" Said Hermione.

"It's official. You have gone mad." Declared Ron.

"I broke into her office before; I can do it again."

Hermione and Ron looked doubtful.

"Look, Sirius is in trouble. He's the only family I have left, I'm going to do this with or without your help."

Hermione looked back at him sadly.

"Fine. I'll help."

A few minutes later Hermione, Ginny and Harry were outside Umbridge's office. Harry was going to use the fireplace to contact Grimmauld Place. The two witches would stand guard. Ron was hopefully distracting Umbridge somewhere in the charms corridor. They had prepared everything. They would be fine, Hermione reassured herself.

Harry used magic to open the door and walked through. He looked pleased with himself and eagerly told the naked women to follow him.

The next thing Hermione knew, she was in a dark, wooden room, bound and gagged. Wait, this was Hagrid's hut and her wand was no longer tied to her hair.

In a flash Ginny appeared in front of her, also bound and her eyes were wide with shock. The two helpless witches wriggled and grunted against their ropes, but to no avail. Before log the tight bonds were beginning to rub against Hermione's wrists and she had to stop struggling. As she calmed down, she noticed how elaborate the rigging was, even though it was obviously done by magic, whoever cast the spell knew what they were doing when it came to tying and humiliating naked witches.

The loud metal clink of the door being unlocked brought the prisoners' attention away from themselves. They stared terrified and completely helpless at the door as it menacingly swung open.