Pretty well, all things considered

Hermione didn't look the Fat Lady in the eye after flashing her pussy to be allowed into Gryffindor Tower. She just went straight up to her bedroom.

As she sat on the edge of her bed, a flood of emotions came to her. Could things be worse? Absolutely, she could be stuck like this with more students and teachers around in the castle, but still... She still had some pride enough in her to feel shame. Shame for losing all her clothes, shame to basically being the Slytherins' plaything, shame that despite her working to improve the lives of house-elves, they would happily humiliate her for trying to change things.

Not that she could blame them, of course. She came that they were conditioned to respond to the stimulation they received naturally when obeying an order. She knew of several humans who might become servants and slaves with that level of positive reinforcement. She herself was worried about how stimulated she felt about being naked where it was usually not allowed. Would she still try to go out naked once term had started again? She still had the marauder's map, after all... She could use it to avoid being seen during walks at night, or even during her free periods...

As Hermione laid back to process this, she let out a small yelp of pain. As she got up, she saw that she had accidentally laid on the needle she was going to use to alter her old robes to fit her better. After making sure she wasn't bleeding, Hermione decided it would be best for her to put on the old robe, since it was either wear it during the alteration process or go naked.

After she had put it on, she found that the chest was only slightly tighter, due to how little her breasts had grown. As she walked in it, it felt rather breezy. She could feel it flapping above her knees, sending almost non-existent gusts up to her nethers. Hermione sat down to see how it would sit, and she found that while the hem raised slightly due to her curved back, it still fell over her slit, giving her some cover, at least.

Hermione felt her stomach growl and looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was almost time for dinner. She figured she may as well go down now to get some food before going to bed early.

As Hermione walked down the first-floor corridor, she heard an aged voice call behind her. "Trying a new style, Hermione?"

Hermione turned around to see Dumbledore in the painting.

"Hello, Dumbledore," She greeted glumly.

"You seem troubled, Hermione. Please, tell me what has happened."

"What's happened?" Hermione almost shouted. "Winky's made it so all the robes I borrowed are now gone, and we're only halfway through the break! This is the last robe I have left!"

"I see... and what has happened to the robe you altered?"

"It was destroyed... That birth control potion spilled on me and disintegrated it!"

Dumbledore looked shocked and worried. "Are you alright? Were you burned?"

"Yes, but I was able to put dittany on it, but that doesn't matter! I'm one wrong step away to not being able to wear any clothes in the castle until the start of term!"

Dumbledore thought for a moment. "I'm guessing, between Pansy's unrestrained spending in Hogsmeade and reimbursing Slughorn for his ingredients, you're short on gold?"

"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed. "I don't even have enough money for a single, second-hand robe after leaving what I had left to pay for the Russian's Dragon Nails I took from Professor Slughorn's office!" At last, a question that had been burning Hermione came out. "How do we know that your spell of protection is working? With everything that's happened, how do we know that only what I want is happening!"

Dumbledore looked deep in thought for a moment. "It is possible that the spell has failed... But I must ask. Has Peeves encountered you since you determined that you no longer consented to his harassment?"

Hermione bit her lip for a moment before a thought occurred to her. "Well... No, professor, but the tasks surely haven't followed the rules, and so how could the spell actually work?"

Dumbledore smiled. "They work because they started with a true task and will end with a true task."

Hermione gave a confused look. "But a student didn't challenge me for the first one, it was-"

"Yes, as you titled her, The Gryffindor Guardian issued the challenge. She isn't a student, no, but as a resident of the castle, she could give the task to you!"

"Hold on!" Hermione's eyes widened. "A student doesn't even have to offer the challenge? It could be anyone who lives here? And why didn't she have to-"

"Calm yourself, Hermione," Dumbledore requested. "Yes, even a teacher could offer the challenge to them, were it not for their own decency. As for why she didn't have to partake of the task, the Gryffindor Greenhouse Streak is the only task that doesn't require more than one person."

"But then... Surely the other tasks I did, the Ravenclaw and the Slytherin one, shouldn't count, right? They were modified so that only I would do them!"

Dumbledore thought for a moment. "While the spell would not work to protect you if those were the only two tasks you had to perform for the Slytherins, I believe it will count well enough for our purposes of bringing the tasks back to Hogwarts."

Hermione swallowed. "So... That means that this third task... One of the Slytherins does plan to drink Polyjuice potion with me, then?"

"Indeed," Dumbledore concluded.

Hermione wasn't sure if this was good news or not... She could always revoke consent to being around the Slytherins, of course, but the fact that she was so turned on by what the Slytherins had put her through... She wasn't sure if she wanted to or not.

"Now, then," Dumbledore started, interrupting Hermione from her thoughts. "If you truly wish to have more than this one robe before the start of term, you will need to find a way to get the ones the Slytherins have taken back. It may be wise to get their **** back as well, so that you can have full control again before term starts. In the meantime, I'll see if I can't talk to the right people to get you some more robes in the event that you are unsuccessful."

Hermione looked up at the portrait. "Thank you, professor. I'll do what I can." Dumbledore nodded turning and walking out of his frame.

When Hermione made her way into the great hall, she saw that, despite how few people would eat in there, the house-elves had but in a good amount of effort for an Easter feast. There was ham, potatoes coated in cheese, peas, rolls, and lemon bars. The Slytherins were already there, of course, and they laughed aloud at the sight of Hermione's state of dress.

"Decided to wear something that shows you for the slag you are, Granger?" Millicent called out through bursts of laughter as Hermione sat down to fill her plate. Hermione didn't dignify Millicent with a response. She simply filled her plate and began to eat while the Slytherins were still giggling.

It was as Hermione was taking a bite of potatoes that Daphne spoke. "So does this mean you're out of the robes you took from the laundry now?"

Hermione choked.