Manage to remain hidden, but are you safe?

Breakfast is tense to say the least. Any second now you expect someone to spot you and drag you out from whosever’s robe your hiding in. Then, not only would you also have to deal with everyone gawking at the dwarf sized Boy-Who-Lived, but you’d also be caught with your head between a girl’s legs. You can forget about your old last name, people will be calling you the Pervert-Who-Shrank from now on.

Your eyes adjust to the dark and with the tiny slit of light coming from the bottom of the robe, you’re able to see enough to see your protectors bronze legs on either side of you. Not knowing who you’re under is bugging you as much as the fear of being caught. Since your unable to poke your head out and check, there is only one way to know for sure. Turning slowly, you gaze up, seeing if the back of your head had been pushed up against a bush of curly brown or light red hair.

“Curly brown,” you whisper as you stare at an exposed crotch that can only be Hermione in stupefaction. This is the first vagina you have ever seen outside of Playwizard and this one seems so much more spectacular because to you it’s over three times the normal size it should be. You lean in closer to examine Hermione’s crotch, seeing past the curly brown hair to her slightly parted lips and the hot pink interior. The slit looks so huge from your perspective, if you had to speculate you think you could squeeze your head into there if you tried. Not that you would, mind you, Hermione is your friend. You’re hot, naked crotched, giant friend.

You were so engrossed in staring, you fail to realize you’ve been breathing heavily on the sensitive area and Hermione has started quivering in excitement. You continue to stare, even as she begins to rise, deciding she’s finished breakfast and ready to leave the Great Hall. Once again, she grabs you through her robe and lifts you up as she steps over the bench, only this time it’s not the back of your head that is being pressed into her hot snatch.

One second you are looking at Hermione’s vagina and then next you have your face pressed against it. Her curly pubic hair tickles your cheeks as your mouth and nose are covered by the wet slit. You stay perfectly still, knowing that if anything you do, like say taste the musky twat, would give you away. You do breath in her scent, finding the rich aroma to fill you with your first happy feeling since finding out you were shrinking away. For a second you forget that your going to die, forget that this is your oldest friends crotch, forget about everything and just enjoy the warm, damp pussy against your face.

You’re taken back to reality as Hermione puts you back down and shuffled away as fast as she could. Quickly, you turn right around and try to keep up. Your tiny legs scramble to stay under her, forcing you to grab onto her legs to keep up with her. Hermione’s in a rush to get away, apparently she is either afraid of getting caught with you between her legs or letting out a restrained moan because she is practically running away. The hardest part for you is when she got to the stairs. You tried to step when she stepped, but you were out of sync. Several times, you were nearly left behind and quite a few times, you moved ahead of Hermione and pushed the top of your head against her already aroused twat. You tell yourself that all those times are by accident, but then why does it happen so often?

Eventually, the stairs stop and Hermione hurries along, you struggling to keep up. When Hermione finally stops, you are out of breath and sweaty. Everything is so much harder at only a few feet tall. As you gasp for air, the robes open and Hermione peers down at you. She looks a little ticked off, not really angry, just slightly annoyed.

“Were you looking at my cunt?”

“No,” you quickly lie with a little bit of surprise. You’re not so much shocked by the accusation because it’s true, rather that Hermione said the word ‘cunt’. You didn’t even think she knew that word.

Hermione raises one eyebrow, not believing you for an instant. She grabs you under the arms and pulls you out, lifting you up like a child. You quickly survey the room, recognizing it as the female prefect's living quarters. You had forgotten Hermione had been made prefect for this year and had gotten her own residence. Learning that you were going to be spending your last nights on Earth alone with Hermione instead of in a room filled with lonely school girls seemed like a win-lose in your book.

Hermione grins at you impishly. Her anger at you for checking out her exposed goods had been forgotten as she looks at your cute face. You’re so adorable, she can’t hold onto her anger. Putting you down on her bed, she brushes her hair back and heads towards her own private bathroom to clean up.

“I’m going to freshen up. Get yourself together for our first class. Professor McGonagall hates it when her students are late”

“Wait! You want me to go to class like this?”

Harry gestured to his tiny body and it must have seemed funny because Hermione started giggling. She quickly became serious and placed her hand on her hips and started lecturing you. “Harry, you were not brought to Hogwarts to play around. You need to complete your education, no matter what’s happening to your body. Education is very important, no matter what size you are. What did you think you were here for, to hide under girl's robes?”

You shrug, not knowing how to reply to that. You really hadn’t been thinking about what you were going to do when you got to Hogwarts. All you had been able to think about was how your enemies could use your size against you and how humiliating your situation was. You hadn’t thought once about your education.

Putting on your most charming smile, you try to reason with Hermione by getting in touch with her inner nerd. “Come on, give a little guy a break. If I go to class with you, everyone is going to be too distracted by my size to learn. You’ll be staring at me half the time to make sure I’m safe and miss half the class. Just let me stay in your room for today, it would be best for everyone. I’ll owe you a big favor later on.”

“A favor.” Something sparked in Hermione’s eyes when you mentioned a favor, but she quickly turned away and went into deep though. You’d kill to know what she was thinking right now, but you don’t. So all you can do is sit and pray she doesn’t drag you to class with her. Nothing could be worse then sitting through class as the school freak