That Evening

The whole day had been a nightmare. The boys had openly stared at her body wherever she went. McGonagall had told off two Slytherins for teasing her in Transfiguration, but hadn't shown any sympathy otherwise. Snape had ignored everything about their situation and acted as if nothing was amiss. Trelawney had spent the whole hour talking about how she fortold this would happen and that the witches only had themselves to blame for not listening to her. Finally, Umbridge was a smug, infuriating, toad of a woman in defence against the dark arts, she had made all the naked witches stand at the front of the room with their hands by their sides.

"This is what happens to those who break my rules," she began. "Those who vandalise school property, threaten me with dangerous fire spells, and fly in the face of propriety can expect nothing better for themselves."

Hermione clenched her fists, she wanted nothing more than to punch that ugly toad in the mouth.

"Miss Granger, have you anything to add?"

"No, Professor." Hermione surprised herself at how cool her voice was.

"Good, then let us begin. Return to your seats. Not you, Granger, you will help me today."

The next lesson was spent writing on the black board and reading aloud for the enjoyment of Umbridge and the Slytherins. The Gryffindor boys just grimaced and tried not to look at her when she was told to face them; however, they couldn't help staring at her cute, firm bottom when she turned to write on the board.

Every time she made a move to cover herself, Umbridge would give a flick of her wand and Hermione would tumble across the floor and always land in a position that left her spread-eagled in front of a male student.

Finally, the lesson ended and it was time for dinner. Hermione was relived to be out of the spotlight for a while and made her way to the dining hall.

The food was good as always, house elves could never disappoint, but Hermione didn't feel hungry. She just sat with Harry and Ron without speaking.

"Ahem." Umbridge waited for the chatter to stop. "Thank you. After this morning's events, I believe more drastic action is necessary to ensure school rules are adhered to. You have all shown me, that you cannot be trusted to resist temptation when under orders and so from 10.00PM tomorrow, all girls except for those in Slytherin House, will not be permitted to enter their own house dormitories or common rooms. Sleeping quarters will be set up in the dungeons.

You will be kept away from your clothing at all times so as to avoid temptation, of course any witch outside of Slytherin House caught wearing so much as a sock will receive the harshest of punishments from our caretaker, Mister Filch."

Fifteen minutes later, Umbridge had lead them all down to the dungeon with Filch and Snape behind them and shown them the layout of their soon-to-be sleeping quarters. The walls were dark and gloomy like everything else in the dungeons. Umbridge lead them to an archway that brought them to a large room.

"This will provide ample space for all of you." Umbridge declared. " The house elves will put up beds tomorrow; however, the room will be perfectly temperature controlled so you will have no need for blankets. Tomorrow you will be allowed to bring your trunks down here containing your books and school supplies but no clothing."

Hermione looked around, it was a bit dirty, but at least this part of the castle was far away from the rest of the crowd and her only company was other naked women, this may actually be good for her modesty.

"If you need help finding this again, just ask a Slytherin, their common room is just over there."

Hermione froze. Every day, Slytherins including Malfoy, would walk past her new "bedroom" and stare at her unprotected naked body and there is nothing she could do about it?

"You may all return to your dormitories tonight, you will collect your things and bring them down to the dungeons tomorrow."