Hermione gets .

Dumbledore's birthday party was in full swing. The whole school was in attendance, chatting and drinking and dancing in the Great Hall beneath a dazzling array of colourful magical lights. Everyone who was anyone in the wizarding world had dropped by to pay their respects on this wonderful occasion, and journalists with magical cameras wandered around the floor, making sure to document everything for the media. Ginny and Hermione stood in the corner, looking at the buffet and whispering to each other.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"It's the only way to get Tonks off our backs. You know what she'll do to us if we don't do something wicked to Romilda."

"But there's so many people here."

"That's the idea. She'll be completely humiliated."

"I'm not worried about that. I'm just worried that somebody will find out we ruined Dumbledore's party. Remember, he's gay. He doesn't want a beautiful naked woman jumping out of his birthday cake."

"I wouldn't worry about that," said Ginny. "Dumbledore loves pranks. As long as it's funny enough, he won't mind that we didn't get him a beautiful naked man. Are we clear on the plan?"

"We burnt a lock of Romilda's hair that Fred and George gave us in a magic candle and planted it on the cake. When the lights go dim and Dumbledore starts to give his speech, she'll be teleported into the cake without any clothes on."

"And then the tame fairies we hid among the lights will lift her into the air and tickle her senseless while the whole school points and laughs. Total squirmy nude humiliation in front of everyone. She'll never, ever, ever live it down."

"Right," said Hermione. "And then Parvati and Lavender will be dragged into it, as well. I'm beginning to feel good about this."

"You're sure it's not too mean?"

"No, no. I thought that at first, but after I had to run back to the dorm room naked for the third time in a row I realised it's just what they deserve.. Now, shh. Here it comes!"

The lights were dimming. Dumbledore stepped up onto a platform before the enormous cake, covered with cream and strawberries, illuminated by several bright spotlights, and licked his lips theatrically. "Mmm," he said, mugging for the cameras. "Having a cake is, of course, the second-best thing about having a birthday. The best thing is..."

The top of the cake burst open, revealing a woman. She was very beautiful, very naked and very, very angry. She clearly had absolutely no idea how she'd gotten there. She squinted into the light, and then her eyes went very wide as she realised she was standing in front of hundreds of people and dozens of flashing cameras with nothing on but strawberries and cream. There was an awed silence.

"Oh no," said Hermione, softly.

The room burst into applause as the woman squealed and covered herself with her hands. Hermione was backing slowly toward the exit.

"But that's not..."

"We have to get out of here. Come on!"

The woman's feet had left the ground. She was being slowly lifted into the air, towards the ceiling, by dozens of little points of light that seized her by hair and shoulders and bottom and ankles. They'd pinned her arms behind her back, so everyone could see her luscious bare breasts, and were holding her legs apart so the treasure between her legs was available for everyone's perusal. There was no way out for her. She was trapped on display, naked and smeared with cream, in front of the whole wizarding world. And she was beginning to giggle.

"How did this happen?"

"Fred and George. They didn't give us Romilda's hair. They gave us..."

Ginny gulped, and looked back at Tonks, who was blushing bright red and vibrating with laughter as the fairies mercilessly tickled her feet and ribs and breasts and pussy. "When she gets free..."

"We'll worry about it later. Right now we just have to run."

"But, Hermione..."

"Yes, Ginny?"

"Whose hair did they give us for the other two magic candles?"

There was a puff of smoke, and a flash of light. Hermione was no longer standing on her feet in the Great Hall, fully clothed. Now she was somewhere very warm and custardy. And no longer fully clothed.

She reacted on instinct, bursting out of the gigantic custard trifle, tottering forward onto the huge dining table that sat in the centre of the crowded room. She looked around at the crowd. Lots of people were still looking at Tonks, but her sudden arrival on the scene had drawn attention. As had her nudity.

"Eeeeeeeeeek!"

Hermione looked down. Then she looked out at the crowd. Then she looked down again. Then she looked to her left, and saw Ginny break the surface of an enormous tiramisu. The two girls exchanged panicked glances, looked down a third time, confirmed to their mutual satisfaction that they were both standing completely naked and covered in dessert in a crowded room before everyone they'd ever known and quite a few people they didn't, and turned to run. They didn't get far before the fairies grabbed them.

"Well," said George, as the girls were slowly lifted into the air and some of the cameras began to turn on them. "That didn't go so badly."

"Right," said Fred. "But Tonks is still going to turn us into frogs."

"But we were going to get turned into frogs anyway. And at least this way Lavender will sit on my face."

"I thought Lavender was sitting on my face."

"Was she? You can have her. I don't mind."

Hermione looked down at the crowd. They were all looking up at her. To be precise, they were looking at her pussy. Her legs were spread and her arms pinned behind her back as the fairies turned her this way and that, making sure everyone got a good look at everything she had to offer. And there was Romilda, smirking up at her and taking photos. A lot of photos. And there were the Slytherins again. And there were Harry and Ron. They were laughing, too. In fact, everyone seemed to be laughing at her. Although she supposed some of them had to be laughing at Tonks and Ginny, instead.

She really, really, desperately wanted to be anywhere else in the world except for here. But she wasn't. She was naked. She was stuck here, in the nude, on display, and there was no way out. Still, she thought, at least it couldn't get any worse.

The fairies began to tickle her.

At first it like a feather playing up and down her sides. Then it felt like fingers tantalising the soles of her feet. Then it felt like an electric toothbrush pressed directly against her clit. Then it felt like all of that at once, all across her body, with two more electric toothbrushes tormenting her nipples. It turned out it could get worse after all. Much worse.

She wished she hadn't told Fred and George she was ticklish. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time.