Getting to lunch is not so easy

Hermione spent the rest of her morning in a similar fashion. She was sneaking from class to class, stopping a bit longer than strictly necessary every time she came by another naughty display in the hallways, but so far she could avoid becoming a victim herself. She did however see more than one of her friends and classmates in situations she would have never even dreamed about. Earlier today for example, she saw Luna Lovegood being held up in the air by muscular Hufflepuff guy. Her robes fell over her crotch area, so Hermione did not see what was going on under there, but it was not hard to guess...

It was almost lunch time by now. Hermione was steeling herself for what may expect her in the great hall and stepped out from the quiet corner she had been hiding in. She was not more than a few steps along the corridor as the crowd got more dense. People all around, pushing their way to lunch. Not unusual for this time of day. However, this year it was very different. It may have happened before too, that someone accidentally bumped into you, or brushed your shoulder. It had been almost inevitable. But now...

Every few steps, Hermione felt hands all over her. She did not even see who they belonged too, most of the time. A quick grab to her breasts here, a little slap on her ass there, all the time she was being touched. Relax, she told herself, its only a few hands, for a few seconds, it could be much worse, just remember what you saw... Noone will actually be able to, well lets call it what it is, fuck you in this crowd anyway. There is just not enough space, Hermione told herself as yet another hand was grabbing her breast and the knot of her red bra cloth untied. Her boobs were exposed now, but she was by far not the only one.

Still, feeling a passing finger over her now naked nipples was a very different feeling than before, she had to admit. Was she blushing? She was surely blushing right? A lot of girls around her were. By now, she had arrived at the entrance to the great hall. The shuffling for the door was so bad, that it caused all of them to stand and wait for a moment. A pair of hands seized her from behind, grabbing onto her naked breasts.

Not a mere brush in passing as before, no, a pair of big strong hands, groping her from behind, and not stopping. A pair of hands, grabbing and stroking her nipples too... Her hardening nipples... NO. Don't look around. You don't even want to know who that is. And anyway, it will just make him want to go further. Just ignore it... Just ignore the strong manly hands all over your boobs and... Ahh finally the doors. She hastily made her way inside.

Trying to ignore the countless smaller and greater sexual happenings around her, she found a sppot on the Gryffindor table, next to Ron. "Wow.. WHAT a day" she sighed as she sat down. But Ron was staring at her with wide open eyes. "H..Hermione you..." he began "Yeah yeah I know, it is all crazy, right?" she answered, not really having listened to him "No, that is not what I..." Ron was still staring at her. A specific part of her, she now noticed. And with a shriek, muffled by clasping her hands over her mouth quickly, she realized that her boobs were still exposed. She had totally forgotten about that. "Pervert!" she spat at Ron, and slapped him. Not very hard, just as a panic reaction.

The way they looked at each other now, she was not sure, if he would run away, shout back at her or pin her down on the bench right here and now to... Oh Hermione, what has become of your thoughts....