She makes it out.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped out a side door of the Great Hall, into one of Hogwarts' many narrow portrait-lined corridors. Thank Merlin that she was one of the brightest young witches in the school. It hadn't been easy, but she'd made it out of the crowd without more than ten or fifteen people working out that she didn't have any pants on.

Now all she had to do was get back to the dormitories without anyone spotting her - which ought to be easy, as the corridors were empty. All the students were still in the Hall. She felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of Romilda, running around in front of the whole school with nothing on but custard, and Parvati and Lavender caught stark naked with absolutely nowhere to go.

Still, at least it hadn't happened to her. And it wasn't her responsibility, anyway. It was all the fault of whoever made those nuts. Probably Fred and George. She'd have to have a few words with those boys, stripping Romilda out of her clothes like that. What a dreadful thing to do. The poor girl was never going to live it down.

She trotted along down the corridor, pulling her cardigan and her shirt down over her bare hips, glancing nervously left and right in case somebody came around a corner. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, but it didn't matter. If you kept running in Hogwarts, you were bound to find your way back home eventually. And there was nobody around to see her, so she didn't have to be too-

"Hey! That girl's got no pants on!"

Hermione shrieked and leapt into the air, twisting around to see who'd caught her. There was nobody around. The corridor was empty. Except for-

"It's Hermione! Nice ass, Hermione!"

"Woo!"

"Shake it, girl!"

"Hermione's naked! Everyone, get over here!"

The pictures! She'd forgotten about the pictures! They surrounded her. Every square inch of wall seemed to be hung with them, and they were all moving and talking, pointing and laughing. A knight in shining armour stood next to three beautiful medieval maidens, giggling and whispering among themselves. A wizened scholar raised an eyebrow, and a court jester did somersaults and stuck out his tongue.

Hermione took a step back, wide-eyed, tugging her clothes down as far as they'd go. It wasn't enough. She was surrounded by eyes on all sides, and they could all see she was naked below the waist.

She took off at a dead run down the corridor, cheeks flaming, legs pumping, bare bottom flashing as she used both hands to cover her pussy as well as she could. The portraits raced after her, jeering and catcalling as they went. They could move easily from picture to picture, and this was the most interesting thing they'd seen in months.