She panics, but Harry is there to help.

Harry let Hermione vent her shock for a few long moments, mainly because the breaths she needed to take to do so did mesmerizing things to her new body. Although he still noted that her chest looked oddly shaped, and her now flat stomach seemed a bit stiff in its movement.

“Hermione, Hermione calm down!” Harry said loudly and calmly to overcome his friend’s panicked yelling. However she didn’t calm down and her panic of horror changed to a panic of terror as her eyes grew wide and her breathing grew labored.

Hermione looked at him desperately and wheezed, “Harry help... can’t breathe!”

Immediately Harry realized that her much to tight clothing was suffocating her. Reacting on instinct, Harry picked up his wand and raced around the table to stand next to Hermione. Absently Harry took not of how well Hermione now filled the back of her jeans, the material pushing out as much as possible to the sides and back.

He would have time to ogle Hermione’s arse later hopefully, she needed his help and he was not a necrophiliac. Quickly he moved in front of Hermione and pointed his wand from her straining sweater to her suffocating jeans. Confidentially he said “Evansco!”, his wand sparked light blue and and instantly Hermione’s sweater and jeans vanished.

Harry’s eyes nearly flew out of his head as they immediately locked on to Hermione’s chest, and amazing amount of flesh that was spilling over and out sides of Hermione’s too small white bra. Harry now knew why Hermione’s chest had looked oddly shaped in her sweater.

Without the sweater for extra support the strap between Hermione’s boobs snapped, and like a rocket the ruined material of garment flew to the side. It was almost like slow motion to Harry as Hermione’s freed breast spilled forth in all their glory.

They looked real and they were spectacular!

He stood there frozen and speechless as Hermione drew in deep breaths, making her new huge tear drop shaped breasts hypnotically jiggle.

Best potion ever!